Taming The Villainesses

(EP-179.1) Sand #4

179 – Wind and Sand #4

When leaving Angmar, many were concerned.

Would the young Queen Aira adapt well to life in a distant land? Frankly, I shared those concerns.

However, facing numerous issues within the Kingdom, it was better to try something outside rather than dancing with the guillotine.

After about two to three months, the results exceeded my expectations.

Perhaps, Aira found tranquility after setting aside the duties of a Queen. She led peaceful days, somewhat lazy but calm.

It was so quiet that it also seemed foreboding. It made you question, what hysterics had been brewing under?

So why was I bringing up this story now?

It was because, right now, the anxiety from back then was flooding back into my mind.

“… Serazade!”

Aira frowned, as if she had met an old foe.

That anger was ringing my Half-Fairy senses, warning me that something bad was about to happen.

Meanwhile, leisurely walking in front of Aira was a woman in a black dress wearing very thick high heels.

She had neatly cropped red hair, swaying just above her shoulders. Her sun-kissed skin glistened as if coated with oil.

While she might seem imposing, her demeanor didn’t convey the same. Perhaps, it was because she had a youthful look, coupled with the girlish charm of a Nymph.

She chuckled with a girlish giggle that seemed out of place.

“A self-proclaimed Queen is really living in a place like this, like some villager. The fate of Angmar must be like a torch in the wind-!”

Strangely lofty words, and a heavy-handed manner that seemed to look down on everyone. But there was a reason for that.

She was a person of high status.

She was probably Serazade, the same one who just got crowned as the new Empress of Turki and Kasim’s half-sister.

This being my first time meeting her, it felt quite awkward. Though Aira seemed to have a past with her.

“Why is the whore of Tureuki flaunting in a place like this?”

Aira’s venom was direct. No, in this case, should I say she was as straightforward as usual? It felt like we had returned to the days when she reigned over the Angmar palace.

Hearing Aira’s crass remark, Serazade was visibly bewildered.

“W, wh… whore?”

Tingclinkcling.

Thanks to this, the ornaments on her arms and neck trembled and made a clear sound. Though she soon regained her composure.

“That tongue is still as poisonous as ever, for someone who’s not even the rightful owner of the throne. You may kneel before the one and only Empress regnant of the covenant in the world, that is I, Serazade, descendant of Ibraim-!”

It was a very dignified speech.

To the extent that I had to wonder if this was what a Queen or an Empress meant. But her appearance made it all seem rather ludicrous.

“…….”

“…….”

Serazade’s mysterious eyes, shining silver beyond the bright ash color, met Aira’s dark eyes.

Neither Aira nor Serazade showed signs of backing down, as if proving the longstanding history and conflicts between Angmar and Tureuki.

Gogogogogogo-.

Amidst the intense fluctuations in the surrounding air, after sheathing his sword, Kasim opened his mouth with a relaxed and cheerful tone.

“Seems like it’s a little too late for an after-spar. I didn’t expect my sister to have already arrived in Gracia. I wanted to avoid them meeting each other.”

Kasim’s attitude suggested that he knew something about the relationship between Serazade and Aira. I took a slight step back between the two and asked.

“Do they know each other?”

They were the Queen and Empress of countries that bordered each other. It wouldn’t be strange if they knew each other. It was just that I didn’t know anything.

Kasim replied in a hushed voice.

“It’s more like an ill-fated relationship. The two cannot be mixed, like oil and water.”

Indeed, they couldn’t…

In fact, you could tell just by looking at them.

Slim and thicc, bright and dark eyes, short and long hair. The only similarity was their eye level, which Empress Serazade had forcibly matched with the thick heels.

Seureureu.

Serazade said as her silver eyes glinted.

“A throne that doesn’t suit the person should be relinquished, usurper. The Promised Land Monarch belongs to the descendants of Ibraim. It must have been challenging for the Northern Witch’s blood to bear.”

And then, as if she was bestowing a great favor, she placed her palm on her slightly protruding chest and said.

“If it’s too burdensome, this Highness can help. The Tanak Royal Family has inherent blood ties with the Angmar Royal Family to claim the right to succession! See, the red hair of this covenant—”

Serazade shook her short hair as she lifted her palm to her shoulder. Was the red hair characteristic of the Ibraim Royal Family?

In any case, she was confident. Were all members of the Tanak family like this?

The issue was that her excessive confidence seemed to be quite irritating to Aira. It wouldn’t have been strange if Aira pulled Serazade’s head off for that with her past tendencies.

“…….”

Surprisingly, Aira seemed to be doing good in holding herself back. She was being quite patient. Did the events that had transpired finally bearing fruit?

But… it was uncertain how long this would last…

It felt like seeing my carefully tended lawn being ruined by someone’s dirty feet right in front of me.

So, I thought I should intervene in the conversation before Aira’s mental faltered.

“Tanak’s Empress regnant Serazade-nim. It’s a great honor to meet you.”

“Boy, who are you to interrupt this Highness’ conversation with the usurper?”

Crumple-.

Her forehead visibly wrinkled as she looked at me. Her sharp eyes contain suspicion, disdain, and contempt. At the same time, there was a touch of compassion.

“But this Highness is a benevolent ruler that smiles at the rudeness of a child. So, who are you, and what is your reason for speaking?”

Edited by: faker