This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 35: Sir, That’s Not How You Use a Bad Woman

But to not kill them would be to betray oneself.

The power of the magic circle is being continuously weakened, directly affecting these taboo bearers.

Chu Yan starts to feel a headache coming on; he’s just a salted fish, hoping to have a good time at the Dead Sea border.

There’s plenty of time in the future to get to know the sisters of the Pure Prison style, but before the fun times could even start, trouble from the Church begins to rear its head…

Despite the worries, Chu Yan’s stance remains unchanged, he firmly states:

“Fortunately, I am of dragon descent, not merely a commoner of the kingdom, and I don’t have to heed the Church’s commands.”

That being said, the Church is still a colossal entity in this world. The dragonkin are not their subordinates, yet they can’t simply dictate terms to them.

“So, Chu Yan, how do you plan to deal with these nuns?”

“Why in doubt, delay is the best strategy, to see if other opportunities might arise… By the way, when is the next shift change for the nuns?”

“Janet said, about every half a year.”

“Half a year, in a sense, we have plenty of time.”

For now, as long as these nuns are kept confined, and the executioner lady doesn’t discover them when she comes to check, all will be calm for the next half year.

Avoiding the problem is shameful, but regrettably, there’s simply no way to confront it directly at the moment.

Xia Nuoya sighed:

“But once the half-year term is up, the problem will become terribly troublesome. If the Church learns that someone has fallen to the taboo powers and turned the nuns into this state, there will be no room for easing the situation.”

Chu Yan scratches his head, sighing along with her:

“Let’s take it one step at a time. Because of the weakening of the magic circle, I was almost indirectly implicated.

By the way, what would happen to you without the magic circle, Xia Nuoya? You didn’t have one before, right?”

Is it possible that this is something we can grit our teeth and endure—such a thought is a bit foolish, but Chu Yan still harbors a sliver of hope.

“Without the magic circle, our powers will grow stronger, but that’s like an uncontrolled forest fire. This increase in strength will continue until the ‘timber’ is burnt out.”

“Alright, we’ll slowly figure out a solution over this half year.”

Chu Yan tries to understand simply, these powers categorized as taboo can be controlled during the “spark” phase, a slight mishap could extinguish this flame, but once the “blaze” grows, it will spread rapidly.

The magic circle’s prowess lies in its ability to contain the trend of losing control, while allowing the taboo bearers to maintain their strong powers over a long period, without affecting their abilities.

“Thanks to Lady Isha’s assistance, we were able to bring back this wayward nun so smoothly.”

A clergyman bowed in gratitude to the dragonborn knight.

The poised and mature knightess nodded slightly, her gaze falling on the large iron cage beside her.

That cage was a treasure, possessing a powerful controlling effect, one of the famous holy relics from the church’s treasury.

Inside the cage was also a coffin, engraved with the Virgin Mary and the cross, another artifact designed for control.

Sealed within this coffin was a powerful nun showing signs of corruption and loss of control.

Isha spoke:

“I never expected to be summoned to clean up such a mess for your church. Why did she lose control?”

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The leading clergyman bowed apologetically:

“Sorry, the church is still investigating the matter. We hope Lady Isha can keep this a secret.”

Chapter 34: The Dead Sea Nobility Holds No Objections Against Me

Isha was reluctant to meddle in church affairs, but recalling the fierce battle, she couldn’t help but speak up:

“I’m not sure what your church is up to, but this isn’t the first incident, is it? This time it’s a high-ranking nun who’s in trouble. What about next time? A nun instructor, or someone else? “

The dragonborn might not always lend a hand; currently, it’s just a friendly exchange of favors, occasionally stepping in to handle each other’s troubles.

But if they keep expecting the dragonborn to act as their blade, then I’m sorry, the dragonborn will choose to watch the church struggle helplessly.

This operation was clearly so difficult because the church wanted to capture the nun alive.

Isha’s people had to hold back, unable to exert their full strength, suppressed by the nun and unable to retaliate too harshly.

If not for their solid foundation of strength, her people might have been injured.

The church might have the ability to regain control of these nuns afterward, but that’s only if they can safely capture the out-of-control clergy alive.

“This…”

The person questioned was left speechless, unable to respond.

“I didn’t ask for an answer, just a reminder and a warning. That’s all, I’m leaving.”

Isha, weary at heart, waved her hand and left with her people.

If not for this troublesome task, she would probably be enjoying afternoon tea with Tiffany by now, and this trip took even longer than expected!

“Finally, I can return.”

……

Inside the city hall of Dragonflame City.

The official executioner, forced into a vacation, returned, struggling to switch back from a relaxed state of mind.

Fortunately, the executioner’s duties came in waves, either overwhelmingly busy or dreadfully idle.

As the day of grading for the young dragonkin of the Dead Sea approached, the executioner found herself with an unusual amount of free time in her office, enough to let her forget the bliss of her holidays.

“Tiffany, I’m delighted that you personally returned my uniform, but you’ve been sitting in my office for days since you’ve been back. Are you planning to accompany me to the Dead Sea?”

“I had intended to, but plans have changed. Your journey will lack my company, which is regrettable.”

“So, you’re not sitting here to hint that I should give a high score after I leave?”

Tiffany took a sip of her tea and said diplomatically:

“A high score might be difficult. Just don’t be too harsh with the deductions. My hope is that for the child’s trial scores, points that can be spared should be, and where points can be added, they should be.”

“…Do you realize what you’re saying?”

The executioner lady was taken aback, then fell silent for a long time.

Points that can be spared should be, and where points can be added, they should be…

So when you say a high score is difficult, it’s because you disdain a high score; you want a perfect score?

This isn’t about ‘not being too harsh’; this is…

“Tiffany, you must understand, many dragonkin don’t get perfect scores, even with ‘the right time, place, and people.'”

“You can’t, out of fear of others questioning your fairness and authority, or worrying the child will become too proud, ignore the facts and deduct points from a child who deserves a perfect score?

That would be too disheartening for the younger generation!”

Underneath the dragon head mask, Soxya rolled her eyes irritably:

“Fine, if the trial results are more or less the same, I’ll consider giving difficulty points.”

“Then, on behalf of the child, I express gratitude to you~”

Tiffany revealed a satisfied smile.

Seeing that Tiffany was finally not fixed on a perfect score, the executioner lady heaved a long sigh.

This woman was more pressuring than any dragonkin parent from the past. Other dragonkin would be concerned about the impact, knowing their children’s scores were ‘guaranteed,’ and it was normal for the executioner to deduct a few points.

Let’s not make it too embarrassing for both parties.

But Tiffany, this woman, a Purple Poison Dragonkin, came to pull strings for a Red Demon Dragonkin’s child, not to mention.

She even borrowed the “judge’s” identity to help with the answers, and afterwards, she demanded Soxya give a perfect score!

Just as the executioner thought this enigmatic lady was ready to leave, Tiffany asked very diplomatically and elegantly:

“I want to confirm once more, with this difficulty score added, can Chu Yan achieve a score higher than perfect?”

“…?”

The executioner slumped back into her chair, the ample bosom in front of her seeming to become especially heavy, making it hard for her to breathe.

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Regardless, after being harassed for quite a while, Executioner Soxya finally set off for the Dead Sea border and arrived successfully.

As the maid Yuno did before, she once again accompanied her master to this place.

Seeing her master so embarrassed by Tiffany’s handling, Yuno felt a sense of satisfaction.

Half a month ago, Yuno herself had been given a headache by that dragonkin lady.

The carriage slowly came to a halt, and Yuno looked at the small town before her, bewildered.

The town was simple and neat, but not shabby, with orderly planning and well-regulated streets.

“Yuno, have we reached the border of the Dead Sea?”

The executioner inside the carriage asked, lifting the curtain and glacing outside.

“Yes, but this town wasn’t here half a month ago. What on earth happened?”

Yuno remembered clearly, the road was so rugged that it was a constant jolt, making her bottom sore.

And now it had turned into a town?

Was the lord’s municipal facade work done so extravagantly?