Taming The Villainesses

“Then it’s probably true!”

Marmar seemed happy at my praise. Some affirmation could greatly help someone and save them from despair.

Suddenly, I found myself wondering if someone were watching me, would they consider the path I was on to be the right one? And would they tell me if I was doing well in this path?

In this sudden possession of a different life, had I been doing well?

I avoided the Queen’s execution and my own death.

In this temporary position, was following the goal of Angmar’s revival the right choice?

I didn’t know because there was no one to answer.

I needed to stumble my way forward on a path with no clear end. It felt like solving a test with no correct answers.

It was then that Marmar asked me with a subtle tone.

“Comrade, why are you being so nice to me? You saved me from being burned at the stake and protected me from harm.”

Well.

“I guess it’s because you genuinely accept my goodwill? It’s a difficult question to answer all of a sudden.”

“Genuinely accept your goodwill? What do you mean?”

“Other people always think that I’m hiding a plot whenever I try to do them a favor. There are many instances where they just don’t want anything with me at all. But you are not like that.”

Marmar accepted goodwill as it was.

I could be rest assured and see Marmar be happy.

“But it doesn’t explain anything…”

Marmar let out a long nasal sound, somewhat disappointed. Even I found my own words hard to believe.

However, the goodwill I extended to Marmar was genuinely free of ulterior motives.

If I were to give a reason, it was because I, as an ordinary human being, genuinely wished for Marmar to live a fulfilling life.

I could see myself, Lee Seong-eum, in Marmar.

I also felt that doing good to Marmar relieved me of the guilt I had for lying and doing bad things to everyone while living as the villain, Theo Gospel.

Looking at it this way, doing Marmar a favor was not without reason. Even, it was purely for my own selfishness.

If Marmar found out about that, would she reject my goodwill?

Meanwhile, Marmar just clicked her tongue, not knowing my thoughts.

“Goodwill without any reason? It feels like I’m being deceived, but I’ll let it slide…”

* * *

“It’s late, why don’t you sleep here?”

Marmar said she would give me her room, which was relatively undestroyed, while she’d sleep on the floor.

Of course, I declined.

“I’ll feel bad if I do that.”

“There have been dangerous people roaming around recently. It might be risky, so just sleep here!”

“Dangerous people?”

In response to my question, Marmar leaned her head towards me and said in a low voice.

“It’s the hunters that Comrade was talking about. It’s said that they’re attacking people and causing havoc.”

“Is that so?”

I did hear some rumors. They were going around Ark and Gracia throwing uproars.

By that, I mean, killing.

Of course, I’d heard that it was only those who committed crimes, such as vicious bosses who didn’t pay their employees, or professors who stole their students’ research.

Still, was it okay to kill people so easily?

As characters in a novel, it felt cool and refreshing to bring justice. But actually having them as living and breathing people around me, they felt more like lunatics.

Weren’t they complete serial killers?

Why weren’t they getting arrested?

Well, I knew why.

There wasn’t a powerful enough organization or person to apprehend them. Though, there were more complex reasons behind it, the biggest reason was that they were strong.

But recently, I was hitting the dungeons faster than them and hindering their growth. Which gave me the feeling that maybe, I changed their leveling path from dungeon raiding to hunting bad guys.

Maybe I was just overthinking things…

Marmar added.

“And, there are also some guys who attack Imps and Nymphs. Be careful.”

“Attack Imps and Nymphs? Is it the Hunter?”

… No, they wouldn’t do that.

“Then, Marmar, I’ll come visit again soon.”

“Take care!”

After parting ways with Marmar, I headed to the「Love Hall」, the Gold Rank dormitory. Perhaps because it was late, but there were no people on sight, only the light of the glowstones.

It felt eerie.

Why was it so… silent?

Everything seemed quieter than usual.

With the conversation I just had with Marmar, I was afraid that someone might jump out and attack me. But that was just my imagination, and I was able to get to the dormitory safely.

4th floor of a 5 story building. Room 402, located second from the left. This was my private room.

Creak.

“Huh?”

As I held onto the doorknob, I felt something strange.

I was sure I locked it tight.

Yet, the door was unlocked…

It was reasonable to say that someone broke into my room. Having suffered from all kinds of assassination attempts in Angmar, I was sensitive to such details and noticed it right away.

Baseurak, baseurak.

As I listened carefully, I could hear that someone was inside my room.