Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 435

“No matter how you look at it, wasn’t that a bit much? Saying you’d make each of us have ten babies — there’s a limit to being manly, you know.”

“Is that really what Sir Teo said? What I heard was him asking us to endure a little longer, promising to cherish us like princesses forever.”

“To me, it sounded like he said he’d make every night fun! Though, of course, he said exactly how would be a secret!”

First Elga, then Mirna, and then Narmee spoke, one after another.

Walking inside the rift, the noble ladies were chattering about the confession I had made earlier. Whether I had truly said all those things or not, I wasn’t sure myself.

Just listening quietly made me feel rather embarrassed. So, pretending to change the subject, I looked around at the scenery and said,

“Hmm, anyway. This place is really something. I never would’ve imagined something like this existed inside the rift.”

In my eyes, I could see butterflies fluttering around. Yes, butterflies. Beautiful butterflies flitting between the flowers.

And as the existence of butterflies suggested, a vast field of springtime flowers stretched out around us, so wide that with just a light reach of my hand, delicate petals easily brushed my fingertips.

Srrk.

Ayra reached out and plucked a single red flower.

“To be honest, I thought some creepy place would show up. I never expected a flower field like this. It’s beautiful.”

It seemed the field suited Ayra’s taste quite a bit. Though it bothered me slightly that it was so vast we couldn’t even see where it ended.

Still, it was much better than some desolate dungeon. Fragrant, warm, and pleasing to the eye. Was this what the gardens of paradise were like?

But even in a place this beautiful, problems arose.

“So, where exactly are we supposed to go now?”

As Elga pointed out, there were no signs, no markers, nothing but endless fields of flowers stretching on and on.

Just—

Endlessly.

At that moment, Stella asked,

“Come to think of it, my watch isn’t working anymore. How long have we even been walking through this flower field? How much time has passed since we entered?”

She held out her broken pocket watch for us to see. No matter how much she wound the spring, the watch wouldn’t move.

Now that she mentioned it—

I couldn’t remember when we had started wandering this flower field. It felt like we had just entered moments ago... yet also like over an hour might have passed.

The others seemed just as confused.

“Didn’t we walk for, like, five minutes?”

“I feel like it’s been at least two hours.”

“I thought we’d been walking for half a day already!”

First Elga, then Mirna, and then Narmee.

Each of them perceived time completely differently. How could that even be possible? No matter how strange this place was, wasn’t the gap between five minutes and half a day a bit much?

Wondering what Ayra thought, I glanced at her. She had brought the red flower she plucked earlier up to her nose and was sniffing it intently.

Ayra said,

“It seems that here, the concept of time is all jumbled up. I’m used to it, but for those experiencing it for the first time, it must be disorienting.”

Ayra showed no sign of panic, remaining composed. She possessed the 《Clairvoyance》 talent, allowing her to see through time and glimpse the past, didn’t she?

“In this place, the flow of time doesn’t matter. It seems like it’s passing, but really, it might as well be standing still.”

Perhaps that was why Ayra could remain so unaffected even in a place where time itself was distorted. Her steadiness was reassuring, and I found myself regaining my composure as well.

I said,

“Is everyone feeling alright? No one’s feeling strange?”

Ssk, ssk.

Everyone patted themselves down, checked their bodies, and nodded.

“I think I’m fine. But it’s really weird. If time doesn’t flow here, does that mean we won’t age no matter how long we stay?”

Elga’s guess sounded plausible. If time didn’t pass, there would be no reason to age or grow old.

“With all these flowers blooming... is this the so-called paradise that the Solar Flame Sect talks about?”

At Elga’s question, Mirna glanced around before letting out a small hum of thought. Finally, after some hesitation, she answered, freewebnoveℓ.com

“A bright field of flowers, a separate world where no one ages and everyone remains eternally young... It does resemble the paradise described by the Solar Flame Sect, but...”

Hearing her voice trail off made it clear that something didn’t sit right. Indeed, there were many aspects here that made it feel a bit off to call this place paradise.

There were no angels. No residents in white robes. No golden houses glittering in the light.

And no drinking water, no food in sight.

You couldn’t exactly live by eating flowers and butterflies, could you?

The strange thing was, despite what felt like a considerable passage of time, no one was getting hungry or thirsty.

It was a bizarre place.

Like a single, eternal moment, frozen forever within a field of flowers.

Still, its beauty was undeniable, and so, in my heart, I silently christened this nymph-friendly space “the Eternal Flower Field.”

It would be nice to bring Marmar and the other imps here someday to play.

If we ever got the chance.

Ssk.

━Gyuiing.

“Ah, Yingying!”

At that moment, Cloudling Yingying, who had been nestled in Narmee’s arms, suddenly flew off somewhere. Startled by its sudden movement, we were all thrown into confusion.

Why was it doing that?

We had no choice but to follow after it.

***

As I said before, this Eternal Flower Field was filled with nothing but colorful flowers and fluttering butterflies no matter where you looked.

It seemed like it would go on forever — or so I had judged in my heart — but as always, human expectations tend to be betrayed.

━Yingying-ying.

Cloudling, who had left Narmee’s arms, suddenly quivered, having discovered something. As we approached it—

“A campfire...?”

Whose voice was that? Elga’s? I wasn’t sure, but whoever said it, they were exactly right.

In a spot where the flowers had been flattened, there were clear traces of a campfire, like the aftermath of some alien landing site in a mystery novel.