Taming The Villainesses

(EP-58.2) Theo #7

058 – Silver Rookie Theo #7

Time passed.

The dusty papers, scrolls and broken furniture were cleaned, revealing the original look of the laboratory.

Seeing this scene, Professor Belhawk wiped sweat from her forehead.

“I don’t know when was the last time the lab was this clean. It’s been a while since I worked hard on cleaning.”

… Why were you hyping yourself up when you hadn’t done anything while cleaning?

Of course, complaining like that was something only amateurs, who had never worked for Young Ladies, would do.

And so, I asked like a skillful servant.

“Miss Belhawk. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No. Rather, could you stop calling me ‘Miss Bellhawk’? It’s ‘Professor Stella’ here.”

“Alright then, Professor Stella.”

I washed the teapot in a sink I saw nearby, brewed tea with a small tripod as well as a lamp, and handed it to Professor Stella.

Flutter.

“Please be careful. It’s hot.”

“Hmm-. This smells good.”

The Professor, upon accepting the tea, nodded as she sat down in a soft-looking chair.

“The tea is well brewed. Do you want to be an Assistant? Well, I do have a new Assistant, but she’s a bit impractical.”

She was probably referring to Marmar.

“You mean the Imp?”

“Yes. I’m working on a paper on the correlation between Imps and Nymphs, so I hired her. However, she’s a little weird, and even a bit different from normal Imps.”

I could roughly picture how Marmar was hired as a Teaching Assistant.

Suddenly, the thought that Professor Stella was the Professor for ‘Exploring Fairies’, and that she herself was an Elf, a fairy, came into my mind.

“Professor Stella, do you know what kind of race a Half-Nymph is?”

“Half-nymph?”

“Yes. Perhaps, their racial traits, racial-specific weaknesses…. I’m sure there’s some sort of pros and cons. What are their characteristics or peculiarities?”

“A Half-Nymph… I think I’ve seen in some past papers that they do exist. But why are you asking?”

At Professor Stella’s question, an option seemed to pop up before me.

One of which included revealing that I was a Half-Nymph.

After some consideration, I decided to give the answers.

“Because I am a Half-Nymph.”

“Pfffoott!”

Professor Stella spewed the tea she just drank. Thanks to that, the blue eagle who was sitting quietly on top flapped its wings out the open window and flew away.

But Professor Stella didn’t even care about her runaway pet. Instead, she wiped her lips with a scroll nearby and asked.

“You are a Half-Nymph!? Is that true!?”

Her reaction was quite intense. Was it that surprising?

I flinched slightly and took a step back. Professor Stella, on the other hand, pushed her chair and stood up before holding my shoulder strongly.

She was a head taller than me, so her power was quite considerable.

“Tell me the truth quickly! Are you sure!”

“… Yes, yes. That’s true. I’m sure.”

“Oh my God, I have been blessed with the presence of a mysterious being! The world hasn’t abandoned this Stella yet! Now, this is not the time for this. We need to collect samples! Sit here!”

Stella sat me on the old sofa and began to rummage through the drawers. It was not long before things like scissors, syringes and saws were pulled out…

It was a hideous, terrifying sight. I couldn’t help but have some regrets that I revealed myself as a Half-Nymph.

I asked.

“What the heII is going on!? Is there any problem?”

“You’re a Half-Nymph! If I could study your existence, it’s only a matter of time before we figure out how to increase the Nymph population! The Research Award of the Year will be mine! If I have the Research Award, I….”

Professor Stella paused with heavy breathing.

It was only then that I remembered an important fact: Belhawk was the boss in the middle of the second act, after the execution of Aira.

Headhunter Belhawk. That was her nickname…

With that in mind, the stuffed animals and specimens suddenly seemed foreboding…

Seuk.

“Wait… no…”

Professor Stella, who had been carrying a bunch of tools, quickly put them back into the drawer and shook her head.

“If I touch a student, I will be disqualified as a Professor. If I even get kicked out of here, I will have nothing left…”

Stella Bellhawk sighed.

Hearing that, I decided to ask her.

“I guess it’s true that you were kicked out of the Belhawk Chamber Of Commerce?”

“… Where did you hear that?”

“I am the Secretary of Angmar. I have many ears.”

Actually, I just read it in the novel.

“I heard that you got disqualified in many ways because of the fight for equity with the Board of Directors.”

“Yes, that’s right… I got kicked out and cannot return to my family until I prove my qualifications.”

Ah, so that was why she wanted to get the Research Award or something.

I couldn’t be sure what it was, but the name ‘Thesis Award of the Year’ seemed to be quite honorable and important.

“So you want to write a paper about Half-Nymphs?”

“Yes. However, subjecting students to research without their consent is very taboo. You can even be put on the Ethics Committee. I’m already on the second Yellow Card… One more warning and I’ll be kicked out of here…”

“What if there is consent?”

“Consent…? Are you saying you agree!?”

Professor Stella’s eyes began to gleam.

I got goosebumps from the hideous radiating light, but I put up with my fear and said.

“But, there are conditions. Promise me a grade of A for the lecture that the Professor is in charge of. And we meet once a week in the lab like this.”

“Deal!”

Suddenly, Professor Stella tackled me with a tight hug.

Being about a head shorter than this woman, my face rubbed against the chest that was locked in her tank top.

Mofu, mofu.

It was very soft and squishy, and smelled like wine. Maybe she had already started the research regarding a Half-Nymph’s reaction towards female breas†s?

Just then, someone knocked on the Professor’s door.

━Professor Stella, it’s time for the appointment. You have to go to the conference room.

“Look at my mind. I was so busy today. See you next time. I will contact you through Tweety, okay? And I’ll give you this as a gift, Blue Eagle Feather! It’s a high-quality material!”

Stella then packed her things and left.

… Wait, what?

The situation felt a bit embarrassing, but it was good to have made contact with the Belhawks.

Should I say that it seemed like I was falling into a trap because of how things were working out better than expected?

Thinking about how to subjugate the free-spirited Young Lady and revive the family with her, I felt the Angmar maker become imposing.

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