Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 436

"Hey, you there. I don't know who you are, but if you’ve got no business with that door, why don't you move aside?"

A slender female voice. It was an unfamiliar tone. I had never heard this voice before, yet it felt as though memories I had long forgotten were rushing back into me all at once.

Whip.

I turned my head. And there, I saw a woman with long brown hair, frowning fiercely in our direction.

She wore worn-out leather clothing like a seasoned adventurer, but her limbs were slim and long, giving her a striking figure.

Her eyes were the clear blue of a bright sky.

Her face was fair and clean, though dust clung to it, and her furrowed expression gave her quite a fierce look. Even so, her beauty couldn't be hidden.

Simply put, her appearance was distinctive.

Her fair face carried a classic air like Queen Ayra, but the creased brow gave off a strict impression like Mirna.

The dust on her cheeks made her look rugged, like Elga, and the upward curve of one eyebrow gave her a mischievous air, reminiscent of Narmee.

Her ears were pointed, like Stella's.

But there was a difference: unlike Stella’s long, sharp fairy ears, hers were relatively short, resembling a nymph’s.

"What are you staring at like that? Never seen a nymph before?"

That's right.

She was a nymph.

But I had never heard of a nymph this tall and striking. She was even taller than me! I was genuinely surprised.

What on earth had she eaten to get that big? Some kind of giant-growing mushroom?

A real gigantamax nymph.

The nymphs I knew were mostly tiny, child-like creatures who whined and clung.

Myself included.

Well, anyway, none of that mattered now.

"You are..."

A bubbling mass of thoughts roiled inside my mind like boiling foam. It spilled over from my brain and filled my mouth, almost bursting forth.

Ugh.

But I pressed my lips tightly shut.

There were so many things I wanted to ask, so many things I wanted to say.

But some instinctive brake inside me warned that if I spoke now, too many things might spiral beyond repair.

Barely managing to hold myself back, my gaze slid from her fluttering brown hair downward to the child clinging to her slender leg.

A child.

Yes, he was a child. A boy with brown hair just like the woman’s. His height barely reached my thigh.

Five years old, maybe?

He looked like a boy just about to turn five. One look into those blue eyes and anyone could guess their relationship.

An older sister and younger brother with a large age gap?

No, that wasn’t it.

They weren't siblings.

"..."

Ssk, ssk.

The boy, perhaps scared or shy under our gazes, quickly hid behind the woman. She crossed her arms, frowning sharply as if to shield him.

"I don't know who you people are, but you'd better not pick a fight. I'm really not in a good mood right now!"

The adult nymph had quite a fiery personality. Aggressive and fierce. I had once watched battles among beasts for Ayra’s amusement in the Angmar royal palace.

This woman reminded me of the bristling porcupines I had seen back then. As if she would bite down hard if displeased.

She looked ready to lunge at us, even though we greatly outnumbered her, and that made me unconsciously take a step back.

"Well, um..."

Ssk.

At that moment, Elga whispered so softly only I could hear.

"This woman is strong. If we fought, a few of us would have to be prepared to get seriously hurt."

Not that anyone needed to say it. We could all tell. Judging your opponent and predicting the outcome was a basic skill for any fighter.

Conversely—

This large nymph must have assessed our strength too. She surely knew that if she fought us, she wouldn't come away unscathed either.

Even so, the fact that she still showed hostility must have been because of the child hiding behind her.

As I had felt during the wyvern incident — a mother protecting her child could become ferociously strong beyond belief.

Crackle, crackle.

The tension was rising, as if a fight might break out at any moment, but surprisingly, it was the nymph who first softened her hostility.

"Huh. Now that I look closer, you're /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ a half-fairy, aren't you? With that sly-looking face, it was hard to tell."

She lightly traced under her right eye with a finger.

I instinctively touched the scar that ran down my right eye.

It was true — a scar like that was unusual among fairy-folk.

Still, somehow, she had recognized me as one of her kind. And as was common among nymphs, once you realized you were kin, fighting usually stopped.

Ssk.

Then the tall nymph suddenly leaned in close to my face.

Startled, I let out a ridiculous shriek — "Uwah!" — and stumbled backward.

The large nymph frowned at me.