This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 13: Sir, That’s Not How You Use a Bad Woman

For today, the executioner overseeing the midterm inspection will arrive to check on Chu Yan’s trial progress.

“Saying he’ll arrive today, but without a precise time… It’s a bit dull waiting here alone.”

At the city gate, only Chu Yan, the temporary lord, sits idly in a lounge chair, without even his escort guards or gatekeepers in sight.

But there’s no helping it. As a prisoner exiled here, Shanoa can’t exactly make a public appearance with him, or rather, it’s not convenient to be too ostenatious when going out.

It’s not that there’s anything wrong with a lord dealing with the tabooed, but having outsiders see that prisoners exiled to this “end of the world” are living so freely could negatively impact his performance.

As for the gatekeeping soldiers, their presence is clearly unnecessary.

People outside wouldn’t think of coming to the Dead Sea Border, and those inside… If the tabooed really wanted to escape, a few soldiers wouldn’t be able to stop them.

“Hm? Sounds like the rumble of carriage wheels!”

Chu Yan springs up from the lounge chair, swiftly hides it to the side, and quickly tidies up his appearance.

He had laid out a pile of pebbles on the road in the distance beforehand, so the passing carriage would rattle loudly, serving as a reminder.

The person to inspect the initial results has arrived!

…

Atop the carriage, the coachman, a maid named “Bird Feather,” is one of Sosia’s people.

To prevent Tiffany from revealing her identity, maid Bird Feather was sent to follow and take care of her.

Bird Feather doesn’t know how her master Sosia managed to lend out her executioner status, but regardless, her duty is to carry out orders.

Clatter, clatter, clatter!

The well-designed, solidly built carriage passes over a rough, broken road, jarring the maid’s seat until it hurts.

“As expected of the Dead Sea Border, desolate and backward, the roads are such a headache…”

The maid grumbles to herself, her first time in such a remote and desolate place of exile.

The gates of Elysium City are now in sight.

Before long, the sound of hooves stops, the chaotic breeze of the Dead Sea blows in her face, and the city gate is right before her eyes.

A delicate-looking young man stands there alone, without even an entourage.

He’s dressed in a nobleman’s long robe with a black floral collar, less adorned with symbols of wealth than other nobles, like gold collar pins or gemstone pendants, exceedingly simple.

Although his hair is tied back in a ponytail, the frequent sea breeze often whips it into disarray, softening the angles of his masculine jawline, accentuating his androgynous features.

This must be the unlucky lord sent for the family trial.

His naturally gloomy appearance is brightened by lively eyes, devoid of any air of defeat, but rather an unpretentious, amiable temperament.

Approachable, optimistic, and reliably upright.

“First impressions aren’t bad, but can such a calm nature command the situation in this land of exile?”

Bird Feather ponders internally, and the answer isn’t very optimistic.

Seeing him waiting here alone, it’s clear his trial isn’t going well, and the local nobility aren’t cooperating with him.

After a weary journey, it must have been tough for the executioner lady and the maid. I am Chu Yan, the temporary lord of this place.

I will be showcasing the recent work achievements later. Why not rest at the lord’s castle for a moment?

The sunny and cheerful young man greeted them with enthusiasm as he bowed.

The maid, silent, stepped out of the carriage first, opening the door and waiting for the executioner to emerge.

As the carriage door opened, a slender and beautiful leg clad in high-heeled boots stepped out. The boots, made of a mix of steel and leather, were designed with combat in mind, indicating that the executioner was no frail clerk.

When the executioner fully emerged, Chu Yan caught his breath slightly; her uniform was indeed special!

The half-face mask was both strange and solemn, the light armor on her upper body quite snug, revealing only a hint of fair skin above the breastplate. The long skirt slit high on both sides up to the waist, showing her tight, round thighs, instantly captivating.

As she moved, the voluptuous and pert side of her hips appeared and disappeared, the contours and curves were exceptionally full.

“Alright, I’m heading up first,” Chu Yan turned to the two guests, “The staircase is this way.”

The maid, Niu Yu, couldn’t help herself and asked worriedly:

“Is it alright for the Tabooed to move about so freely?”

After all, it was the lord who kept the Tabooed under close watch.

Or did the new lord find a single room in the Tabooed’s prison to reside in, then renamed this place ‘Lord’s Castle’? Chu Yan gave a thumbs up, assuring earnestly:

“No problem!”

This scene, why does it feel familiar, as if it just happened recently?

Chapter Twelve: He is a Man of Persistence!

Chu Yan wasn’t sure how many days the executioner would stay at the Dead Sea border, but it seemed it wouldn’t be for long.

After leading the two esteemed guests to their freshly prepared rooms, he couldn’t wait to explain his recent work achievements, with a hint of a braggart’s flair.

To highlight the arduous nature of his work, Chu Yan took out a Memory Stone, a natural magic stone capable of preserving environmental images.

“Although in your eyes, Elysium City might not seem special, somewhat backward and desolate…”

Chu Yan was cut off mid-sentence as maid Niu Yu couldn’t help but internally retort:

【No, no, no, just this Lord’s Castle alone is special enough.】

“…But, these were the sanitary conditions when I first arrived in Elysium City, to turn it into the normal state it is today, it took a lot of effort.”

Chu Yan finished speaking and activated the Memory Stone in his hand.

The “landmark” that existed in Elysium City until recently was projected.

A miniature overhead map of Elysium City appeared in the room.

“Was this the accumulation of the nobles? They didn’t send anyone to deal with it?”

The executioner lady said, with an urge to cover her nose, as if she could smell the stench from the projection.

The details shown by the Memory Stone were strong; the wriggling maggots in the trash, the carefree dance of flies and rats, were all vividly displayed, lifelike.

Just like some peculiar fetish “Jade Foot” paintings, artists often show off their skills and their ability to depict, even manage to paint the smell of sour feet.

Just looking at the painting, it’s as if a foot is stepping on your face, with the smell, temperature, humidity, and pressure coming right at you.

Chu Yan explained:

“Yes, ordinary households certainly don’t have the wealth to produce such trash, but it’s not that the nobles don’t clean up. They pile it up quite a bit, then wash it away with magical water flow, right into the slums and the ocean below.”

This statement subtly slandered the local nobility, making it seem as though they didn’t clean up their trash.

In reality, their method did keep the wealthy districts very clean, with regular water flow cleaning the streets. How could it not be clean?

It’s just that this method was one he was unwilling to use.

…

They chatted briefly.

The two guests who had traveled from afar both acknowledged the seemingly mundane task of sanitation, which proved to be quite challenging at the Dead Sea border.

On the surface, it was labeled “Environmental Sanitation,” but beneath that, it involved a deep-seated power struggle between the new lord and the local nobility.