Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss but I'm Not the Demon Lord Act 4 [Parts 1 to 8] by Satori Tanabata

Author:Satori Tanabata
Language: eng
Format: epub

I kept up a brisk pace for a few minutes, and then slowed, figuring I’d gotten far enough. I adjusted my hat to make sure I hid my face and resumed sightseeing.

“What a normal town...” I sighed.

It was so, so normal. Just now, I was approaching a market selling groceries. There were various stalls lining both sides of the street, selling normal things like grains and vegetables.

It was all very peaceful. My initial impressions of the Kingdom of Lemlaesta had been heavily influenced by the time they attacked Patrick’s home, so it felt like kind of a let down. Still, it was a nice place.

Even if we were in different kingdoms, the people living in both were essentially the same.

I feel like I could live a more peaceful life here than in Valschein. It seems like there isn’t as much bias towards black hair here either.

If I hadn’t met Patrick at the Academy, I likely would’ve fled the kingdom. There was an alternate timeline where this could’ve been my home.

“No, no! I want it, I want it!”

I heard a voice that reminded me of myself in the past. I looked over to see a boy whining in front of a stall. The stall seemed to be selling some kind of candy. The boy’s mother was dragging him away while he kicked and screamed.

“I’m not buying you any,” she said. “We’re going now!”

“No!”

Perhaps this was a regular occurrence, because the mother seemed completely done with him. The boy was resisting with everything he had, but there was nothing he could do to prevent being dragged along the ground.

I kept watching them from the corner of my eye. The mother finally got fed up and let go of the boy’s hand.

“I’m leaving you here then!” she said before storming off. The boy’s eyes were swollen from crying, and he gritted his teeth as he stood there.

Wow, what a tough kid. If it was me, I would’ve run to my mom in a panic. Well, I didn’t really throw tantrums like that as a kid. The time I did it in front of Patrick a few months ago was the first time I’d ever thrown one. Am I maybe becoming more immature with age...? No way. That’s not possible...right?

I was on the edge of my seat, watching this little psychodrama play out between the parent and child. The mother turned back. She obviously wasn’t going to actually leave him behind like she’d said she would.

Is she going to break and buy the candy? Or will she just keep dragging him? I wonder which is the correct choice here, developmentally speaking. I might be in a similar situation one day too... Oh, obviously as the mom though. So, how do you handle this little one, my unknowing mentor?

“If you don’t listen, Yumiella is going to come get you.”

“No! I don’t want Yumiella!” The boy, who I thought had already been screaming as loudly as he possibly could, began bawling at an even higher decibel. His strong stance from earlier disappeared and he immediately ran at full speed toward his mother.

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