Taming The Villainesses-Chapter 130.2

(EP-130.2) Nova #1

130 – Ars Nova #1

It was only after a few minutes later that Professor Balan finally stopped crying.

“Professor Balan is still not stable. I hope Lady Draco understands.”

Just then, Hynax explained Professor Balan’s condition.

“Until recently, she had been undergoing psychiatric treatment under the supervision of high-ranking priests. It’s only now that she reached a level where she could return to her daily life.”

I then remembered when Professor Balan literally turned into a monster.

Looking back now, I was amazed at how I managed to defeat her.

After losing control of her body and getting manipulated by a monster for a long time, it was inevitable that she would be left with significant trauma.

However, Mirna asked in a rather calm voice.

“Professor Balan, do you remember what you did?”

“Yes, my Lady. Although it is somewhat blurred… I remember everything.”

“So, you remember desecrating our Draco Family’s cemetery and inflicting immense damage on our family?”

“Th, that….”

Professor Balan trembled anxiously. Thanks to this, her chest that was hidden under the black dress started heaving up and down.

She eventually sighed and nodded.

“… I remember everything. The plague spreading in the Draco Family, the killing…”

“As expected.”

Mirna unfolded her fan and said as if she had guessed right.

So, if we were to piece the story together, it would mean that Professor Balan was the one responsible for bringing destruction upon Mirna’s family.

To be more precise, it would be the magic that controlled her, Gamigin.

Speaking of, a question suddenly popped into my mind. So I asked the trembling Balan.

“Professor, how did you end up being controlled by such a bizarre curse? If possible, I would appreciate a detailed explanation.”

“That’s, well….”

Her red eyes anxiously darted around. Soon, she started talking as if she had resigned herself to make a decision.

“It happened when I was still a student-. We entered a dungeon and found a strange spell. As for what happened next… When I woke up, I was the only one who survived….”

“You mean you found a magic circle in the dungeon? Are you talking about this?”

I quickly sketched a magic circle on the paper lying on the table, which was the Gamigin’s spell that I’d recently acquired.

Seeing this, Balan was startled and immediately covered her eyes.

“Pl, please put it away!”

“Understood. So was this it?”

“Yes…. It claimed to lead me to the source of great truth. But it was a lie. I was thoroughly manipulated….”

“By ‘it’ , are you talking about the magic spell?”

“Yes.”

Having heard Balan’s story, the Sages around us lamented with “Hooo’s!” or “Huh’s.” Then the Brown bearded Sage asked.

“Professor Balan, are you saying you were talking to a spell?”

“Y, yes.”

“Did it possess consciousness?”

“Yes. And it’s not just this one. The Demon King’s magic is still in this world, gradually eating it away.”

Paseuseusuk-.

Balan ruffled her hair while trembling. Her condition didn’t look good, but I had no choice but to ask her more.

“You mean there are other spells like Gamigin?”

In response to my question, Mirna, who made a long nasal noise, answered instead.

“Indeed, it seems that the Demon King’s magic still lingers in the world.”

With Mirna’s words, the Sages let out murmurs of acknowledgement. I could sense it, and I assume Mirna had also naturally noticed the subtle cues.

Folding her fan, Mirna asked the Sages.

“I know you are hiding something. I believe I, Mirna of the Draco Family, have the right to know about it.”

“Heuuum.”

Hynax, the White Sage, sat on his chair with a somber look. But just as he was about to open his mouth, someone beat him to it first.

“Solomon-!”

It was the Black Mage Pelto. The man who was said to have gone crazy after reaching the 6th Rank. At this development, everyone began to listen in.

Hynax asked.

“Sir Pelto, do you have something to say?”

In response to Hynax’s question, the Black Mage Pelto began making strange sounds like “Euggreuk-” while his body contorted.

It was as if he was trying to resist something, or suffering from a mosquito bite on his back.

Then he finally stretched out his bony, old tree-like hand and pointed at me.

“Solomon, Ars Nova.”