Taming The Villainesses

At that moment, the Draco Family zombies began to attack us. They were very fast and agile, not like normal zombies.

“You want to find the professor who’s not showing her face here?”

Sureung, cha-a-ang!

Elga wielded the giant halberd and cut the bodies of the Draco Family zombies in half. Each time her giant ax swung, arms and legs would fly in all directions, scattering fragments of blood and flesh.

“This is nothing!”

Aleister muttered something to Elga who shouted so confidently.

━Halo Dasi Tumb!

At the same time, the blue flame that fluttered in his hand burned even bigger. Whatever it was, it didn’t look very good.

But that movement came to a stand still.

━Grrrrrr.

“Death is the beginning, not the end, not the rest.”

It was probably because what Mirna started doing, chanting something like a prayer, was working.

“Akin to serpents and dragons shedding their skins and scales, it is but the start to a new spiral of life. As said—”

━Grrr….

It was clear that she was trying to regain her father.

“This will never end! Anything is good, so do it quickly!”

Elga was busy dealing with the zombies coming from all directions.

“Do not be afraid of treading the valley of gloomy death. I will seize the necks of the demons harming you….”

━Grrrrrrr…!

Mirna was also busy trying to control her father.

Both women seemed very busy with their work.

That being the case, I was the only one who could find Professor Balan who was controlling the undead from somewhere.

“Huuu-.”

I took a breath.

As far as I knew, a necromancer must keep a certain distance from their minions.

If they got too far away from them, they’d lose control, and if they were too close, there was no point in bringing minions. They might as well fight personally.

That meant Professor Balan was hiding somewhere in this darkness.

As for where she was…

I didn’t know.

Should I just shout out loud?

“Professor Balan, show yourself!”

━Fufufuu, how pathetic. There’s no point in resisting brats.

A gloomy voice echoed through the huge space.

Then someone gradually appeared. It was Professor Balan wearing a black robe.

She held a cross-shaped dagger and a long staff in each hand, and wrapped a thick chain of some sort around her neck like a necklace.

“Well, I showed myself. What are you going to do now?”

… What, did that really work?

The professor continued.

“It is no use resisting. Unnecessary. In vain. Even if you try your best, the barrier is destined to fall. By then, the malice beyond that has been once turned away will engulf the world.”

Unlike her stuttering during lectures, Professor Balan was now speaking fluently. Elga chided.

“Barrier? Why are you talking about barriers out of the blue? You were that crazy necromancer, weren’t you?”

Elga frowned in incomprehension, but I understood it differently.

I remembered the second part of the novel, which came after Aira’s execution, where the barrier fell.

It was the story of a warrior training institution, Ark, fighting as the last bastion to stop the collapse of the northern wall and the dark forces from coming.

But that wouldn’t happen.

Unless Aira got executed according to the original storyline, the barrier would not fall. This was the setting.

Then Mirna shouted.

“Professor Balan! Surrender and return to me my possessions!”

Though, the professor merely jeered at her.

“Professor Balan? There is no such idio† anymore. Only an empty husk remains. She resisted quite a bit, but now she’s nothing but a shell!”

“Are you implying that Professor Balan is dead?”

“Not exactly. Now, what do we have here? Draco’s halfpenny, who can’t even use necromancy, and the daughter of the Lioness’ who can’t wield her ancestor’s relic….”

Seureureu.

Professor Balan’s red eyes turned to me.

“… Who are you?”

“I’m Theo Gospel. I attended the professor’s lecture, don’t you remember?”

“I didn’t know there was a Nymph? Well, now I know. A trivial and useless fairy.”

‘Rude.’

“Heh heh, you can’t defeat me anyway. I am the 4th seat of Demon King Solomon and the great necromancy spell, Gamigin.”

“Gamigin…!?”

Mirna shouted in surprise while Elga asked.

“What is that?”

“It is the magic of Demon King Solomon! The four great magics that are said to have a will of their own…. It’s one of them!”

“What do you mean? Demon King Solomon is dead. Wouldn’t all the spells he left behind be gone by now?”

Elga said as she leisurely mutilated an undead.

━Greeeeeek….

━Hieeee….

By this point, Elga had chopped down numerous Draco Family undead, leaving them all mangled on the ground.

However, Aleister, a powerful necromancer, and Professor Balan, who identified herself as Gamigin, were still here.

If they casted their spells again, the dead would continue to rise back. That was how a fight with a necromancer went.

But Professor Balaan, no, Gamigin didn’t seem so eager to take us down right away.

“Demon king Solomon is dead? Angmar’s blood has been cut off? How funny. Angmar is alive. My will remaining is proof.”

“Nonsense!”

Elga growled like she had nothing to hear. But Mirna’s face was so pale that it looked very blue.

“Mirna Draco, you would know. Your family knew that Angmar was alive somewhere.”

“… That’s.”

“… What? What does that mean!?”

Elga asked, as if she was hearing an unbelievable story. Gamigin smiled at her.

“The Draco Family knew that Angmar’s will never ceased. If you don’t trust me, just ask them. ‘Cause they know better than I do. Heh heh.”

“Hey, what did that bas†ard mean!?”

Elga was in great anger. Her blood-stained face was full of rage, embarrassment and distrust.

I could see that this was the goal of that Gamigin. To drive a wedge between Elga and Mirna.

But the story that came out of his mouth was very interesting.

Angmar’s will was alive?

… Weren’t they talking about me?

That could only be me.

Because the System said I was the only Angmar survivor.

But the Draco Family knew of my existence…?

No, it didn’t seem like that at all.

“Explain, quickly! Angmar is alive and you hid it? Do you not know what this means?”

Seuk.

Elga grabbed Mirna’s collar.

Mirna quietly murmured, without any resistance, as if something inevitable had finally come.

“… There’s no point in lying anymore. It’s true. Angmar is alive. To be precise, it’s the bloodline of the Demon King that’s alive…. Like a forbidden legacy….”

• Edited by: faker