Taming The Villainesses

With help of multiple hands, the devastated garden and flower beds were soon restored to almost the way they were.

Of course, there were no pretty flowers or lettuce, but Marmar thought positively saying, “We can plant them again.”

There were many twists and turns, but in terms of the result, Marmar now had additional subordinates. Well, additional ‘Imps’. They could work together in the future.

However, since there was no absolute certainty of what would happen, I decided to scare the Imps who were sitting in the corner resting.

“I will be visiting often in the future. If I discover that you did something bad again, I will pluck your tail!”

“Hieek…!”

The Imps trembled at my threat. Watching their reaction, Marmar said with awe.

“I’ve never seen anyone discipline Imps so well. As expected of my dignified Comrade!”

“Oh?”

“Imps are naturally rebellious, they don’t bow their heads to anyone!”

“I see…”

Perhaps it was because I was of the Devil King’s descent. Which made me wonder, what would happen if I suddenly told these guys, “I am the Demon King’s grandson.”

However, I quickly shook my head and dispelled that thought. The reason being that if I were to reveal the truth to them, they would undoubtedly go wild and spread rumors everywhere, causing a commotion.

Then, eventually, my identity would get exposed to the world and I would get hunted before I could even grow…

“Hmm.”

How should I make use of these Imps?

Then, I once again thought of the baptism done on Imps by the high-ranking officials of the Demon King or the Demon King himself.

Gargar was said to have experienced it firsthand.

Unfortunately, right now, said Imp was mentally unstable and couldn’t even do basic communication…

Still, just in case, I asked Gargar who was frolicking in the flowerbed

“Gargar, do you know anything about the baptism ceremony?”

Of course, I had already asked once without receiving an answer, but I was hoping that it would be different this time.

“…….”

Gargar stopped running around and stared at my face. Meanwhile, Tartar said in surprise.

“This is the first time I’ve ever seen Gargar listen…! She’s always either growling or mumbling incoherent words…!”

Apparently, Gargar listening to someone was a novelty in itself.

Since she was relying on instinct, after losing her intelligence, maybe she saw through my identity?

The problem was that she only listened but didn’t respond. I had no idea what thoughts were going through the mind of this honey-colored Imp.

This kind of incomprehensibility made me think of Aira.

“…….”

Gargar, who had been keeping her mouth shut for a while, was absentmindedly stroking her chin.

“Trial…!”

Then Gargar raised her dirtied hands high.

“Trial…!”

She repeated the word ‘Trial’. Seeing this, it seemed like she had something to say, so I made a guess based on what she said.

“Are you saying to take a trial?”

“Success…! Evolution…!”

“And if you succeed, you’ll evolve?”

“Comrade, how are you talking to her!? Can you understand her!?”

Marmar looked at me in disbelief as I communicated with the crazy Imp. But I, myself, was also curious about how I was talking to her right now.

Despite these being simple speculations based on her one-offs, perhaps there was a strange affinity between a Half-Fairy and an Imp?

Or maybe not.

“Baptism…! Blood…!”

It could be my imagination, but I felt that I had successfully established a connection with Gargar. And I was able to discover that blood would be needed for performing a baptism.

Perhaps, the blood of the Demon King or a high-ranking official could elevate Imps to a higher stage of evolution.

Of course, such a gift was not something that could be acquired just by any Imp. It was like a reward that only Imps who had passed a certain ‘trial’ could enjoy.

“Did I understand that correctly?”

“Gareureureu….”

Gargar then began to roll around the flower bed. Thanks to this, her clothes got dirty but she looked extremely delighted.

Seeing Gargar like this, Marmar’s eyes narrowed.

“Did you really talk?”

“I don’t know. However, if it is true, the Demon King seems to reward the Imps who passed some sort of a trial.”

“Then, if the Demon King returns someday, will I be able to receive a reward?”

Marmar wondered if she could receive a reward from the Demon King. However, the Imps coldly shook their heads.

“Imps without horns will have a difficult time…!”

Hearing those words, Marmar touched her forehead.

“Why don’t I have horns? I wish I had horns too!”

I imagined horns on Marmar’s forehead. To be honest, I didn’t think it would fit her very well.

“Marmar, even without horns, you’re a hard worker and will definitely be able to receive a reward.”

“Really!?”

I wanted to give Marmar a reward for her hard work and diligence.

If the blood of high-ranking officials or the Demon King could empower Imps, could my blood also do the same?

But the question now was, how could I get Marmar to consume my blood? If I just asked, “Would you like to drink my blood?” Marmar would just look at me like I was some weirdo.

Was there no natural way of doing it?

However, such worries were resolved by an unexpected existence.

“Gareureu…!”

Gargar suddenly started to run rampant with a hoe, making a shallow cut on my finger.

“Comrade…! Your hand is bleeding…! Comrade got a cut…!”

“Ah.”