This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 44: Adults, Bad Women Aren’t Used Like This

“It would be better to nail him on it.”

“We’re off.”

Nancy reminded, and Chu Yan felt a moment of dizziness, only to find himself a hundred meters ahead.

When he realized that the cross was actually a short-distance, no-cooldown blink movement, he was greatly surprised.

“Aunt Nancy, can this thing teleport over long distances?”

“I wish it could. That would be great.”

The new outer city of Paradise City gradually came into view, but the burning flame meteors pained Chu Yan’s nerves.

The fledgling town, its efforts turned to ashes, the ruins a shocking sight.

“Kill that man,” Chu Yan gritted his teeth.

“Why are you starting to order people around like Velyn?”

The languid woman with dark red hair yawned, casting a sidelong glance at Chu Yan.

In the past, this little guy was as docile and lazy as a lamb, but now grown up, he also showed a fierce masculine side.

Despite her complaints, Nancy immediately set Chu Yan down in mid-air, while she disappeared on the spot with the cross.

*

In the midst of battle.

Shanoa, with the enhancement from her leg ring, engaged in a magical bombardment with Lan Wei.

During this time, her companions in the castle also contributed, but only one at a time; any more would be a burden—the seventh-level law magic was too restraining for them.

Janet did not disappoint; known for her speed, she managed to safely escort some civilians to the front courtyard of the lord’s castle, the rest had to seek refuge nearby on their own.

Within the castle’s range, protected by a barrier, they were not afraid of Lan Wei’s magic and could delay for a considerable amount of time.

But as the runes on her leg ring dimmed and eroded, Shanoa knew it would be difficult to continue using her power, unless she risked losing control of her power and her sanity being overtaken.

“Inconceivable, you heretic, to actually ignore the [Angel’s Eye]? But you seem to have reached your limit.”

Lan Wei, holding his magical staff, looked at Shanoa with a serious gaze, sweat beading on his forehead.

He had spent too much time, even failing to completely annihilate the civilians, all of which were potential troubles.

He couldn’t risk betting that his wife, Aifalin, wouldn’t pick up any clues from the civilians; only the dead could bring peace of mind!

At that moment, a fireball enhanced with dragon’s blood smashed from afar, like an angry dragon’s head, recklessly colliding with the sacred skull.

The flames swallowed the white holy light, and the pressure on the heretics was instantly relieved.

“What?!”

As Lan Wei’s attention was drawn by Chu Yan’s arrival, a murderous intent manifested behind him.

Nancy appeared silently behind the mage, seated on a cross, her enchanting long leg wrapped in white silk raised, the heel of her pitch-black high-heeled shoe exuding the dangerous sharpness of a blade.

A Demon-Slaying Holy Cross Sword, conjured by magic, unleashed a chilling murderous aura.

As Nancy’s silken foot and jade leg descended, crossing elegantly and leisurely, the Holy Cross Sword, as if commanded, thrust fiercely towards Lan Wei.

Lan Wei had already conjured a magical shield in the nick of time, his wand radiating a glowing light, but the cross sword pierced through it as if cutting through bamboo.

Piercing and tearing apart the A-class mage’s shield, the tip of the sword had not yet touched him, and beads of blood were already seeing from his skin.

“Is this the core magic of the Sanctuary of Precepts?!”

Lan Wei knew trouble was afoot; he had never considered that such a savior would appear here.

The Sanctuary of Precepts, an institution for adjudicating various mages, whether they dabbled in forbidden magic or used magic for evil, all were targets of their hunt.

“Exorcism” was the most ferocious ability of the elites of the Sanctuary of Precepts, and also the trait most loathed and feared by many mages.

It was magic, yet this series of spells existed to break magic, an insult to magic itself!

Now, there was only one path left to choose—stall for time, waiting for his wife, Efaelin, to arrive.

She was the most likely to break through to S-class in a hundred years, no, in the last thirty years, a pure-blooded dragon descendant, she could handle the current situation!

Lan Wei began to regret sending Efaelin away; it would take her half a day to correct her route and come to the Dead Sea border.

He dared not keep his abilities hidden any longer; all his magic scrolls were ready, able to be unleashed at any moment.

“Who would have thought that even a mere maid in the Dragonflame family would possess such skill! I must experience it for myself!”

Nancy barely gave him a proper glance, her eyes drooping listlessly like those of a dead fish, she said weakly:

“This outfit is for the kids at home to see, you dare call me a maid, then die.”

Several Demon-Slaying Holy Cross Swords materialized, encircling Lan Wei from all sides, he gasped, his heart growing heavier.

This scene was like something out of a tragic story, where a helpless lady is cornered by villains with burning sticks.

Only now, the genders were swapped, and the props different.

……

At the same time.

“Young Master Connicia has never been here, he rarely goes to the Crystal Forest, but he used to stroll around here now and then before heading elsewhere.”

Efaelin learned this information on the road and immediately changed course, heading towards the Dead Sea border.

Although she didn’t understand why her son would behave so strangely, often just walking around here and leaving, doing nothing else?

But the direction pointed to the Dead Sea border, going there couldn’t be wrong.

A luxurious yet understated carriage blocked Efaelin’s path.

Secretary Miss Eve appeared, respectfully opening the carriage door, bowing slightly in wait, her demeanor efficient and practiced.

A pair of black silk-clad legs appeared first, followed by their owner stepping down from the carriage.

Losta gazed at her kin and sighed as she greeted her, saying:

“Evelyn, after much thought, I’ve concluded that your power is too seasoned and formidable, and that child is still too naive to be your match. It would suffice for your husband to spar with him.”

“What are you trying to say, Losta?!”

The mature, sensually charming woman questioned, her eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of venom passing through her gaze.

“What I mean to say is, I’m sorry, but I will spare the life of a fellow clan member.”

Losta was not one to joke, and behind her, the shadow of an ancient dragon loomed, faint yet discernible.

Chapter Forty-Five: The Tragic Defeat of the Dragon-Bloody Housewife

Upon seeing the massive shadow of the ancient dragon, the mature blonde beauty was taken back, her heart filled with alarm.

That dragon shadow signified that the opponent’s dragon blood had once again reached a new realm of activation. As a dragon descendant, Losta could already intimidate most of her kin with just her dragon’s might!

Not only that, but the temperature in the air was dropping rapidly. Snowflakes fell, accumulating on the dragon’s shadow, outlining its majestic and imposing form, becoming ever more distinct.

The difference between S-class and A-class lies in the “Domain.”

An A-class can release wide-ranging magic with relative ease, but an S-class can transform the surrounding environment into the most advantageous battlefield for themselves.

“You’ve actually managed to break through to S-class without anyone noticing, quite the feat of endurance. Not even a single congratulatory message within the clan.”

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed, her beautiful face shrouded in solemnity.

“I am not like you; I do not waste my energy announced ‘how many more years until I break through to S-class.'”

“So why do you obstruct me at this very moment, Losta?”

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“When you go to serve that child, he will tell you.”

As for now, Losta, out of kinship, had already greeted her, and any subsequent debate over right and wrong was pointless.

Clarifying doubts was not on Losta’s agenda for the day.

“Let’s see if you, a woman who has just stepped into S-class, truly possess the strength you claim!”

Evelyn chanted the magic spell almost instantaneously, unleashing her most powerful magic, “Dragon’s Lament,” without reservation!

A tornado rose from the ground, the fierce wind tearing through the air with a wild howl, as if an invisible dragon giant was wailing.

Nearby mounts and tamed beasts all submitted in fear, bowing their bodies in dread.

The massive ice and snow tornado shredded the ground, charging towards the cold and indifferent black-haired woman with unstoppable force.

Losta made no move, not even a silent chant could be seen, no sign of her casting magic.

This puzzled Evelyn, for even an S-class should not underestimate her attack so much.

Losta remained still, but the frosty ancient dragon moved; its sharp claws descended from the sky, shattering the tornado with a single swipe.

The howling wind ceased abruptly—

Evelyn’s magic broke apart, as if it were a mere joke.

The devastation wrought by the “Dragon’s Sorrow” was immense, leaving the once smooth road in disarray, with soil and stones scattered in rough disarray.

Yet all the chaos halted five meters before Rosetta, where she stood in calm serenity, with light snow fluttering down, as if on a leisurely, beautiful day of early snow.

With a final snap of her fingers, Rosetta bound the fiery, voluptuous figure of Evelyne with chains of ice.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you to the Dead Sea border; it’s precisely where you were headed, Evelyne.”

……

Outside the gates of Paradise.

The battle was far from over, with both sides fighting in frustration.

Every second of Lan Wei’s combat burned through thousands upon thousands of gold coins, as the affluent mage revealed all his cards, unleashing an array of magic scrolls and stones—offensive, summoning, defensive, and more.