Taming The Villainesses

Episode 327.2

(EP-327.2) Three And Two Finally One #7

327 – Three And Two Finally One #7

I told Narmi a story—

About the survival and struggle of a man who’s wallowing in a muddy mess. Of course, I was talking about myself.

“So, are you saying Theo is a descendant of Solomon? His grandson?”

Narmi furrowed her brow as if she couldn’t believe it. It was hard to tell whether her reaction was positive or negative.

“But did Solomon have a son? Wasn’t he single? I thought he never even took a queen. How could he have a grandson...?”

Ah, so that’s where she’s confused.

Mirna took it upon herself to explain.

“Solomon did have a son. Our father often mentioned him. Isaiah Gospel—that man was the son of the Demon King.”

“Really!?”

“Why are you acting like this is news to you? Father definitely told you about Isaiah.”

“Did he? It was boring so I must’ve forgotten. Anyway, so Theo is really an Angmar royalty? Not from a branch family but a direct descendant? He’s a prince!?”

Narmi suddenly threw up her hands.

“This is my first time meeting a prince! I’ve read about them a lot in stories! Oh my, a real prince looks like this! It’s not quite what I imagined...”

Narmi came up to me and touched my face, examining it from every angle. Was it common for young noblewomen to fantasize about princes?

Come to think of it, Elga once talked about her girlish dreams of marrying a prince on a white horse.

Then Narmi suddenly exclaimed.

“It’s different from what I imagined! I thought princes wore uniforms with medals hanging everywhere, hosting grand balls to choose their crown princesses!”

Mirna was the one to correct her.

“Narmi, reality isn’t like the fairy tales or romance novels you’ve read.”

Nevertheless, I decided to add a few more words just to be safe.

“But, Lady Narmi, are you really okay with this? Someone like you could undoubtedly meet someone incredible and lead a normal, happy life.”

Everyone has desires—

Like the longing to have someone who looks only at you.

A harem, however, denies that desire. It’s bound to bring unbearable challenges. But Narmi simply chuckled with a faintly alluring smile playing on her lips.

“This is my life, and I decide how to live it. I’ve made my decision, and that’s that. Any regrets or things that follow are mine to deal with. And honestly, I like it.”

“The harem?”

“No, the idea of a big family sitting around a table, eating together. Just imagine it—everyone sitting in one place, chattering away.”

At her words, I imagined everyone sitting at a table and eating. If we became a family, that would happen a lot.

Elga talking loudly, and Mirna scolding her for it.

Narmi would laugh at their antics, while Aira would elegantly carve her meat, paying no mind to the noise.

And Stella, sitting beside me, would wipe the sauce off my mouth with a handkerchief.

Narmi continued.

“If the weather’s nice, we could all stroll through the garden or enjoy tea together. Before bed, we’d have pajama parties. In the summer, we’d go to the beach, and in the winter, we’d visit hot springs. And then....”

There was an unusual hint of melancholy in Narmi’s voice. Perhaps she was reminiscing about the old days of the Draco family.

“A harem means having a big family, right? I think that’s nice. I’m tired of sleeping alone in a quiet place every night.”

Eventually, tears began to roll down Narmi’s cheeks.

Seeing her so sad, I got up and walked over to Narmi, who was sitting in the chair, and cradled her close.

Almost as if she had been waiting for this moment, Narmi leaned into my arms. I basked in the tender feeling—she’s just like a small little bird.

“Besides, I’m confident I can make Theo look only at me. No matter the situation, it’s up to me, isn’t it?”

Narmi looked up and smiled mischievously.

It seemed I had been the one who got played all along.