This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 12: Sir, That’s Not How You Use a Bad Woman

Chu Yan shrugged:

“Alright, then I won’t disturb your rest, I’ll come to chat with you next time!”

These taboo dwellers in the lord’s castle, he had to make contact with them.

Although these dangerous beings were ‘imprisoned’ here, their movements outside suggested they had their own forces along the Dead Sea borders.

Baron Pigo controlled the local nobility and officials’ network.

And these taboo dwellers seemed like leaders of certain forces, scattered across the corners of the Dead Sea borders.

The noble’s approach was futile, so getting to know these ‘sisters’ became the only direction for Chu Yan to complete his trial.

Chu Yan strolled around the city district, initially worried that only his area was clean, but fortunately, after a walk, the sanitation was well-maintained.

It seems Baron Pigo had given up on tampering with sanitation.

Shanoa exclaimed:

“Without those piles of trash as reference points, I’m a bit lost.”

“…Your way of navigating is quite unique, who uses piles of trash as landmarks?

By the way, where is this place, why do all the houses look the same except for the nobles’ estates?”

Well, Chu Yan was lost too.

All roads lead to Rome, and Chu Yan along with Xia Nuo Ya took a shortcut across rooftops, arriving directly at the plaza.

Thus, the inspection of the affluent district was complete, with sanitation well-maintained.

Xia Nuo Ya then broached a serious topic:

“You asked me earlier about my future plans, but what about you, Chu Yan? I don’t believe Baron Pico will stay quiet.

They must be scheming to regain their footing, to your detriment.”

Chu Yan had also considered this:

“I feel the same way. Have you heard that there’s a tabooist among the nobility?”

…

Within the Pico Estate, several nobles representing their families appeared, all summoned by Baron Pico’s invitation.

This private gathering was to discuss none other than the new lord, Chu Yan.

“Gentlemen, under the leadership of three generations of my Pico family, from my grandfather to my father, and now to me.

We have peacefully ruled the Dead Sea border, masters of this land, living days more carefree than those in the outer kingdoms. But now, this peace has been fractured, as you all are well aware.”

The crowd nodded in agreement.

Chu Yan had released slim monsters in the Pico Estate, later disrupted Pico’s trades, and even caused him to lose two chests of treasure.

Such matters were hard to ignore.

Someone who had caught on to Pico’s thoughts felt compelled to clarify:

“You know Sword’s character. She hasn’t been out and about for a long time, immersed in her own swordsmanship dojo, unlikely to concern herself with external affairs for now.”

Sword was one of the tabooists among the Dead Sea nobility. While others were exiled here for touching the taboo, this sword fanatic sought out the taboo to learn more sword techniques from various domains.

Of course, Sword’s situation had always been concealed with the help of the Dead Sea nobility, otherwise, her family would be stripped of their noble status by the Dragonflame family.

Baron Pico, upon hearing this news, was not in a hurry, as if he had anticipated it:

“Understood, but Sword will eventually come out. When she does, she can take care of the female knight recruited by the lord. After all, as a tabooist, Xia Nuo Ya is also skilled in swordsmanship, which will pique Sword’s interest!”

A duel of swordsmanship between tabooists would indeed intrigue Sword.

“But what about Janet? She seems to have grown close to the lord.”

“Yes, that’s the trouble I want you all to consider.”

Baron Pico said with a headache.

Don’t be fooled by Janet’s charm and approachability; it only means she’s more cunning and elusive.

Someone thought of a clue and said:

“The dirty children from the slums, and the skills Janet taught them, they can’t possibly appear before the executioner, right?”

Chapter Eleven: The Summit of Three Mothers, Part One

Dragonflame City.

The stronghold of the Longyan family, also the capital of their domain.

Isha had already left for a mission, and Tiffany arrived at the most eye-catching building on the municipal street, the Ceremonial Hall.

The exterior walls were immaculately white and beautiful, the transparent windows spotless. Stepping through the main entrance, the floor shone back, so clean one could see the reflection of their skirt.

This place houses many organizations’ offices, and Tiffany walked into the office of the Executioner Miss.

Knock, knock, knock.

Tiffany stood in front of the door, lightly chuckling as she knocked.

Without waiting for the room’s owner to respond, she entered and took a seat on the soft sofa, greeting the Executioner Lady.

“Hey, long time no see, Sosia~”

At the office desk not far away, sat a lady wearing a strange mask. Made of black steel, shaped like the skull of a dragon’s head, it covered the upper half of her face, with hair like the night cascading down.

The lower half of her face that was visible allowed one to glimpse her delicate features: a high-bridged nose and rosy lips.

But her demeanor was mysterious and solemn, not to be desecrated.

This was the duty-bound Executioner Lady.

“Tiffany, according to current rules, you can’t call me by my name; you must address me as ‘Executioner.'”

The tradition of the Executioner wearing a dragon bone half-mask was meant to “erase personal bias, to judge as the eyes of the ancient dragons.”

Of course, this was only of historical significance, a thing of the past, hardly binding on the Executioner herself.

“You, a Purple Poison Dragon descendant, sneak into another dragon’s territory, and now you sneak to see me, what for?”

The Executioner Lady’s voice was melodious and charming, but her tone was exceptionally assertive.

Normally, to meet the Executioner, one would need to make an appointment and then be led in by a maid.

Clearly, although Tiffany entered through the main door, it was not the standard procedure.

“I need to borrow your identity, or rather, your Executioner uniform for about two months~”

“Pfft.”

The Executioner Lady laughed, hard to tell if it was a mocking laughter or genuine amusement.

Tiffany’s words were almost equivalent to saying to a king, “Lend me your place for a bit, your power, army, wife, let me play with them for two months.”

Unexpectedly, the Executioner did not reject outright but instead inquired about the reason.

“What’s the reason for such a request?”

“Is it wrong to visit my darling?

It took me so much effort to get close to Isha, ready to approach him, to tease him a bit, and then the Longyan family sends him off to the Dead Sea border while Welin is away!”

Tiffany sighed deeply, hard to tell if she was genuinely dissatisfied or feigning emotion.

Even for Executioner Sosia, who had known her for many years, it was hard to discern.

The Executioner stared at Tiffany, the red pupils on the black steel dragon’s head seemingly watching this Purple Poison Dragon descendant too.

Tiffany possessed an exceptional beauty, her eyes and hair sharing the same magnificent hue—a blend of purple and red—reminiscent of a dangerously enticing poison that exuded a seductive fragrance.

This was the hallmark of high-purity Purple Venom Dragon’s blood, a symbol of formidable power.

Tiffany herself was alluring yet indifferent, at times solemn, at times frivolous, embodying an elusive “capriciousness.”

The executioner engaged in further conversation with her, reluctantly confirming her serious demeanor, and said:

“Your personality really is troublesome. I never thought the favor I owed you would be used for such a matter…

It’s rather pitiable that Isa has been deceived by your feelings.”

Resting her cheek in her hand, Tiffany crossed her stocking-clad legs, furrowed her brow, and played with her hair, correcting him:

“What do you mean ‘such a matter’? This is important. Just thinking about the grievances he’ll face at the Dead Sea border makes it interesting~!”

“Fine, use my identity to go to the Dead Sea border. But I will personally confirm the final assessment, so don’t blame me for not warning you.”

The lady executioner tossed a ring to Tiffany.

It was a storage item embedded with a simple spatial magic circle, expensive due to the monopolized manufacturing techniques of space magicians.

Tiffany checked the contents of the ring: a spare set of executioner’s uniform and a jade token representing her identity.

Yet she was not satisfied, placing the ring on the coffee table, lamenting:

“I don’t want this set.”

“What else do you require?”

The executioner massaged her forehead with a light sigh, quickly regaining her composure. She was curious to see what kind of trick this Purple Venom Dragon descendant would pull next.

“I want—”

Tiffany paused mid-sentence, stood up to close the door, and approached the imposing executioner, saying:

“The outfit you’re wearing has Sosia’s scent and warmth. It’s less likely to give me away~ Take it off for me now, right here in the office~”

The executioner’s demeanor remained unchanged, without a ripple of emotion, but she pointed out a key fact:

“But my cup size is bigger than yours.”

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