Taming The Villainesses

(EP-62.1) Mansion #2

062 – Haunted Mansion #2

I put forth the question.

“Didn’t the Draco Family take part in bringing down Demon King Solomon? How would that not be a betrayal of the Angmar Family?”

“My grandfather, Arabeth Draco, obviously made a great contribution to defeating Demon King Solomon Angmar. But that does not mean that he betrayed the Angmar Family!”

So what was the reason?

“Can I ask what the reason is?”

“… That has nothing to do with you, commoner.”

Nothing to do with me? I was the last descendant of Angmar!

Though, could I reveal this?

… No.

That would be too risky.

I didn’t know why she kept on insisting that the Draco Family didn’t betray the Angmar Family. But when the Demon King died, the head of the Draco Family was certainly there.

They were all present when the Demon King’s body was torn to pieces and incinerated.

Nevertheless, why did they turn their backs on Angmar?

If I couldn’t figure out the ‘trigger’ for the Draco Family betrayal, I might also get torn to death…

Whilst I was lost in thoughts, the door suddenly opened.

What came from the other side was a white haired undead wearing a black robe.

━Hallow.

For a moment, it felt like the blood in my body froze.

Undead.

It was something I wasn’t used to seeing.

That man was probably Aleister Draco, Mirna’s father.

He looked around with cold eyes and opened his dry mouth.

━Woo’ri Dda’l Gan’sic Nyam Nyam.

Having said so, a plate of dessert was brought on the table.

It was a cake. A delicious-looking cheesecake topped with chocolate syrup to be exact.

Seeing that there were two forks, it seemed that it would be shared with me and Mirna.

Surprisingly, Mirna Draco knew how to welcome guests!

As I was marveling at the revelation, Mirna’s hair stood upright like an angry spirit.

“Who told you to bring dessert? Don’t do things I don’t tell you to! Hurry up and get out!”

━Bul’ Jak.

The undead mumbled in a language I couldn’t understand. His eyes flashed a blue glint, then he left.

Mirna sighed after seeing that.

“Let’s stop here for now and get some rest.”

“Could you not control the undead?”

“…….”

Mirna became silent.

It appeared that Mirna lost control of her father, Aleister, who was a high Eldritch.

“Is that why you are taking the Dead Language lecture?”

“You sure have a lot of questions, commoner. But you’re correct… There’s a lot of stories I haven’t heard from my father yet. I have to learn Dead Language to understand.”

“Aha, I see.”

If you learned Dead Language, you would know what the undead were talking about. However, it also meant approaching the truth of the mysteries of magic.

Your mind might be broken, similar to that of an Archmage who crossed the 6th Rank.

After all, it was unknown whether the mental state of a Necromancer who had reached a certain rank would remain intact.

In particular, those who dealt with the realm of death would have a bad mental state in any medium.

Perhaps the study of Dead Language was the basis that led Mirna Draco to become a mad necromancer that the main Villain Hunter Party met?

No….

In the first place, this dreary mansion devoid of sunlight was mind numbing. Such a place was basically a prime spot for going insane.

If a girl had to live alone in such an environment, it wouldn’t be strange if her personality was split into two.

When that thought occurred to me, I felt pity for the Draco twins.

Why did they betray the Angmar Family?

However, Mirna was saying they did not do so…

With all things considered, you could say that the Draco Family was in turmoil.

“Now that we have a dessert, let me show you proper dining etiquette, commoner.”

Mirna Draco picked up a fork and cut herself some cheesecake before putting it into her small lips.

The way she moved and ate looked pretty noble, as if that was how you were meant to consume dessert.

But I couldn’t do that.

My forking only broke the cake apart.

“How are you so terrible?”

At Mirna Draco’s scolding, I showed my right hand. Said subject was in a cast and wrapped in bandages.

“I broke my right hand.”

“Keeping your body in an optimal state is one of the important virtues. How did you get yourself injured like that? Are you really that pathetic?”

It was a pity that I got hurt, but now I even got scolded for it…

Suddenly, Mirna grabbed my right hand and ripped the cast and bandage apart with the fork.

“What are you doing!?”

I was naturally startled by her reckless behavior and tried to withdraw my hand. Alas, I couldn’t do anything because of her tight hold.

“Stay still.”

Then, Mirna seized my shattered hand.

The next moment, with teary eyes, I screamed as I felt it being squeezed and moved around inside.

“Hieek…!”

Eududuk, euduk, tuduk.

It felt like my hands were disassembled and put back together.

After a while, I could tell that the bones in my right hand had healed and became intact once again.

“What is this…? My hands are fine now!”

Guduk, guduk.

Mirna held and looked at my right hand, then proudly said while covering her face with the blue feather fan.

“The Draco Family is of the necromancer lineage. Aligning and treating bones is easy.”

“Oh.”

Until just now, I was in a lot of pain. It almost felt like all the things before were just a lie…

It was amazing!

Moreover, Mirna just healed my arm.

“Thank you, you saved me months of trouble.”

“I was just returning the debt I owe.”

‘I see.’

It then occurred to me that Mirna Draco might be a better woman than I initially thought.

How did this girl become a mad necromancer?

Even though she was arrogant and petulant, it didn’t feel like she was going to dig up graves and slaughter people.

“Wait a moment, it’s prayer time.”

I was puzzled as I watched her sitting in the corner praying alone.

The Draco Family seemed to hold numerous secrets alright…

• Edited by: faker