Taming The Villainesses-Chapter 338.1

(EP-338.1) Of Hearts #7

338 – Queen of Hearts #7

A dense fog filled the room.

There was no other way to describe the state of Elga’s office. Of course, it wasn’t real fog—just sticky smoke from the burning herb, thick with moisture from the heavy rain.

“It’s suffocating.”

Mirna, who had little tolerance for this, kept coughing.

Her already red eyes turned even more bloodshot from irritation. She looked like a pitiful, helpless rabbit.

Meanwhile, Elga Von Lioness, the source of it all, didn’t seem to care—exhaling another thick cloud.

“So—”

The 18-year-old Elga, who was holding a short cigar with her legs crossed on the desk, looked at us with piercing blue eyes, like that of a wild beast.

“So, tell me.”

Her face was as sharp and cold as a honed blade.

It felt like she was warning us that it wouldn’t end well if we got too close.

It had been a long time since I’d seen Elga with such an expression. This brought back a mix of familiarity and tension.

The old Elga was as unpredictable as a ricocheting rugby ball. If she didn’t like something, she wouldn’t hesitate to use violence.

“Who are you? I don’t recall hiring anyone recently. I just got back from the Western Front, and I’m exhausted. Why the hell would I be hiring in the middle of all that?”

At Elga’s sharp questioning, the old butler Rowan pulled out the document Mirna had forged from his pocket and handed it to her.

Elga carefully examined the document, her eyes narrowing even further.

“The handwriting and seal are definitely mine… That’s weird. I don’t remember this at all. Well, you’re dismissed, old man. I’ll handle this myself.”

As Elga waved the paper lightly, the old butler Rowan bowed and left.

He was probably suspicious about us, but he must have thought we couldn’t harm the young lady even if he wasn’t by her side.

After all, Elga wasn’t a girl who needed protecting.

“So, who are you?”

Was she seriously asking?

Since Mirna was still struggling with the smoke, I decided to answer her.

“My name is Theo Gospel.”

“Theo Gospel? Never heard of it.”

How harsh…

That was minus 5 main wife points.

“And the woman next to you?”

“This is Mirna…”

“Hey, Theo Gospel. Did I ask you? I was talking to the woman. Is she mute? Don’t speak unless I tell you to. I won’t say it twice.”

Elga’s attitude was quite domineering.

Though, Elga was always this aggressive and arrogant when we first met .

I had to admit that Elga didn’t remember us at all and was completely immersed in this dream from two years ago.

Seuk-.

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Elga stood up from her seat and strode toward us.

Her body was clad in red and silver armor.

Covered in sharp spikes and jagged edges, my body would get shredded if I did as much as hug her.

It’d been a while since I’d seen her in that armor.

Suk.

Elga grabbed Mirna’s chin, pulling her face close before exhaling a puff of smoke right at the girl.

“Ugh.”

Mirna’s face scrunched in disgust, coughing violently. Elga seemed to find it amusing, given how she bared her fangs slightly with a smirk.

“Mirna? That’s the same name as someone I know. You also look similar? No, you’re prettier, the kind of pretty that’s fun to tease. You’ll attend to me tonight.”

“Cough… W-what did you say?”

“I like teasing pretty things~.”

Seuk-.

Elga stuck out her tongue and licked Mirna’s face. Mirna was shocked, but that only seemed to amuse Elga more.

“Good reaction. Are you a virgin? No, that’s not how a virgin reacts. I can tell from the taste of your sweat. Judging by your skin and hair, you must have been a noble.”

I didn’t know what she meant by a “non-virgin” reaction, but I could tell that Elga had always liked pretty and cute things.

Especially after returning from war, she had a habit of bullying beautiful women. So I often hired a bunch of dancers to soothe this mistress of mine.

But more importantly—did she really not recognize Mirna?

I thought they’d have some level of familiarity, given they were both the eldest daughters of rival families.

No, maybe she simply didn’t consider the real Mirna being hired as a servant. Elga’s thought process was straightforward—she might just assume Mirna was someone who looked similar.

If she knew, Elga’s pride wouldn’t allow her to call Mirna pretty.

Still…

At this rate, she might actually harass Mirna. And if that happened, it was Elga herself who would suffer, not Mirna.

Once she came to her senses and remembered what she’d done, she’d probably want to crawl into a hole.

For the sake of Elga’s dignity, I decided to step in.

“It’d be best if you—ugh!”

A cold metal grip clamped around my neck, lifting me into the air.

With my feet no longer touching the ground, I could do nothing but struggle.

“Hey. I told you not to speak out of turn.”

But a voice colder than metal rang in my ear. Elga’s nerves were sharper than ever, like a growling alligator ready to snap at any moment.

She had just returned from the battlefield.

That was why she was wearing armor.

Her mind must be restless.

I understood.

Like a beast that couldn’t calm down after smelling blood, Elga was still bathed in the frenzied chaos of war.

She couldn’t calm down.

“That face… I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere.”

At that moment, Elga leaned close to my face.

For a second, I thought she’d realize that this was a dream, and understand that this wasn’t the time for any of this.

“Must be my imagination.”

Yet, she really didn’t recognize me.

Back at the entrance, Mirna and I had already discussed what to do if Elga didn’t recognize us.

And we had agreed to use a forceful method to make her realize the truth. So, enduring the suffocating grip on my throat, I forced my airway open and spoke.

“Elga-nim, I know about you. I’m from the future. I know what you’ll be like in the future. You can call it a prophecy.”

“… A prophecy? You think you’re some kind of prophet? No, you’re saying you’re from the future? Ridiculous—do you want to die?”

As expected, she hated it.

Elga had always despised charlatans, frauds, and false prophets who did nothing but run their mouths.

But—if given proof, she was also the type to fall deeper than anyone else.

That was why I had to show her evidence.

“I have proof!”

“Proof? You better be real careful with that tongue of yours… I might just rip it out of that cute little mouth. So? What’s your proof?”

“My proof is… I know that you have a small, white heart-shaped dot that’s the size of a grain of rice on the inside of your left thigh. And how much it bothers you…”

A secret that only I knew.

Elga would believe me if I told her the information that only I, who had shared a bed with her, knew.

Now, how would she react?

“You, you bàstard, what the hell are you?!”

Soo-wook, bang-!

She slammed me against the wall, hitting my head.

It made me dizzy, but not enough to forget who I was.

“What do you mean, ‘what am I’? I’m your husband, Elga!”

“What!?”

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