Taming The Villainesses

“Comrade-!”

Marmar looked very happy to see me.

Alas, her joy was short-lived, as a dark shadow cast over Marmar’s face. She even trembled as if she was frightened of something.

“… We might get caught if we talk here!”

Seuk.

She quickly grabbed my arm and led me towards the back of the building.

Taking everything I’d seen into account, I couldn’t help but wonder at the sudden change of「Fairy Paradise」and Marmar’s cautious attitude.

Although I currently had limited information, I could make one immediate conjecture: Marmar’s plans had probably gone awry or deviated significantly.

In the end, I had no choice but to ask Marmar about the situation.

“Marmar, it’s been a while since I’ve been here. What on earth happened? Why did the garden get trashed?”

“It’s those guys, it’s all their doing…!”

“Those guys?”

“They did it! They destroyed the flower beds that I worked so hard on…! They even called me a hornless loser…!”

Marmar almost seemed half-crazed.

She couldn’t even explain it properly, as her anger was just boiling. At the same time, there was this fear towards ‘those guys’. But I quickly figured out what was all this.

Because ‘the guys’ Marmar feared soon revealed themselves.

━Today was fun too…! The whole world will tremble at our feet…!

“They’re back-!”

Marmar’s tail shook as she quickly said, “Comrade, hide here for a moment! I don’t know what they’ll do if they see you!” Then she headed to an area where she pretended to be alone.

Following Marmar’s words, I hid in a corner behind the building and cautiously poked my head out.

There, I saw a group of women with various hair colors chattering together. One, two, three. There were three of them in total.

━Those Ark idiots…. With the imp quota system, they’ll have no choice but to hire us in each organization…!

━Muhuhu, that’s right…! Fools! They don’t know that we’re infiltrating each organization, and sowing division in their society and families…!

They each wore elaborate colored robes. With their small and skinny size, the robes appeared oversized.

However, what was intriguing was the small hole near their buttocks, from which their tails wagged.

Salrangsalrang.

Their tail was similar to that of Marmar’s, but unlike her diamond tail tip, the shapes of their tails varied from a star to a triangle to a circle.

They were Imps.

They definitely resembled Marmar.

The only difference was that these fellas had a pair of strangely-shaped horns protruding from their foreheads. The horns were short, about the length of my fingers, but they were unmistakably horns.

Did Imps have horns?

Then Marmar said to the Imps.

“Wel, welcome, sisters…! How did today go?”

Marmar’s greeting was very awkward. It was as if an outcast was trying to forcefully fit in the group.

An Imp with short red hair and a star-shaped tail frowned. She raised her left arm high, as she flaunted her armband, and shouted.

“Marmar…! Didn’t I always tell you to prepare the meal before we come back…?! How come dinner isn’t ready…!”

“But Tartar, I don’t have the money to prepare dinner. You promised to contribute to the rent and food expenses, but you’ve never given anything so far. With the three of you, it’s already-“

However, the Imp with the armband interrupted Marmar.

“Money, money, money…! Marmar, you’re talking like you’re not an Imp…! The great Angmar Imps never dwell on money or wealth…!”

“As expected, hornless Imps are useless…! At this rate, you can’t enlist in the great Demon King’s propaganda unit…!”

“Heuu…, I, I’m sorry.”

Marmar was surrounded by two Imps and was mercilessly tormented.

From what I’d heard, they were probably the Imps who were renting the townhouse.

Not to mention paying rent, they seemed to be tyrannizing Marmar, asking her to prepare their meals.

It was then.

“Hihi-! Chaos-! Destruction-!”

An Imp with a triangular tail and honey-colored hair grabbed a handful of dirt from the flower bed and started wildly scattering it all over.

Chareureu chareureu.

“Hihi, Fear…! Pollution…! Destruction…!”

“Aaaaht…! Gargar…! I planted lettuce seeds there…!”

It seemed that even Marmar, who endured being bullied, could no longer tolerate it this time.

She grabbed the waist of the honey-haired Imp called Gargar and desperately prevented the destruction of the flower bed.

“Stop…! I planted lettuce there…!”

“Gareureu, gareureu…!”

The Imp Gargar was foaming at the mouth. Unfortunately, the weak Marmar couldn’t handle the power of the crazed Imp alone.

I now understood why the garden and flower bed that Marmar had worked so hard on were in ruins.

“Gareureuk…!”

“Don’t just stand there you two, help me…!”

Hearing Marmar’s cry, I couldn’t just stand there and watch. I stepped out of hiding and approached the Imps.

“What the hell is going on!?”

The Imps stopped and looked at me. The collective pressure of their gazes felt somewhat chilling.

“He’s a strange one…!”

The one with a red armband and red hair, the Imp named Tartar, approached me.

“Heung…?”

The way they circled around me was similar to how a pack of wild animals cautiously observes an unfamiliar target. Well, that might actually be the case…

Finally, one stood in front of me, frowning.

“Who are you…?! For your information, I am the great star-tailed Tartar, the captain of the Angmar Red Propaganda Unit…!”

I didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded like she had some status.

With overflowing confidence and an assertive attitude, this Imp seemed to be the leader of this group. The star-tailed Tartar continued.

“You smell like an Imp. But! No tail, no horns…! Hah, you’re just a lowly candy-brained Nymph…!”

She quickly realized that I was an Imp, or a Nymph… or something like that.

Just like how the Nymph Bionoi, whom I met at the tavern before, recognized me as a Half-Fairy, this gal also seemed to have such a sensitive sense.

But something bothered me.

“What do you mean by Nymphs are lowly?”

At my question, Tartar’s slender eyebrows rose peculiarly.

“Nymphs are a lowly race, while Imps are superior to any other race in comparison…! This is historically proven…!”

“Historically proven?”

As I asked, Tartar looked at me as if she were looking at an ignorant fool. Then, with a gesture that seemed like an act of mercy, she spoke.

“The superiority of Imps is well depicted in the ancient Angmar mural ‘Impodus,’ painted 2,000 years ago…! This explanation should already suffice…!”

“…….”

• Edited by: faker