This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir - This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir chapter 30

Chapter 30: Sir, That’s Not How You Use a Bad Woman

“What is this?”

Jennet asked in surprise.

“These bubbles seem to be slowly gathering towards us.”

Omeika said calmly, then suddenly turned to look at Shanoa, who had fallen asleep on Chu Yan’s back!

Earlier, Chu Yan had gone door to door to remind everyone, during the Blood Moon, do not fall asleep and enter dreams.

She murmured in thought, “Could this be the so-called ‘contagious dream’?”

Chu Yan had also considered this, and made a decisive call to the two:

“Jennet, Omeika, you go back to the castle first, and along the way urge others not to sleep. I’ll stay here to observe.”

Jennet was reluctant to leave Chu Yan and the unconscious Shanoa here, but there was no other way.

The notes of the former lord, now almost entirely confirmed, suggested that matters related to dreams were particularly tricky and not to be taken lightly!

The two taboo bearers staying here would only add to the trouble.

After exchanging glances, Jennet and Omeika left first.

Chu Yan tried his best to avoid the encirclement of bubbles, then suddenly had an idea—

He tossed Conny’s corpse into a bubble, and as the body passed through, it fell into the seawater and was carried away by the endless Sea of Void.

But Kannis, a soul-like being, found himself “trapped” within a bubble.

Memories of Kannis began to surface on the bubble, replaying the most profound nightmares of his soul.

*

It was a memory from his childhood, a time when Kannis, due to his draconic powers, held himself in high esteem.

After his first kill of a lowly demon rabbit, Kannis was not satisfied; he had his servants summon exiled demons for him to challenge.

That challenge ended in a crushing defeat; facing the demons of the “high-risk” areas, Kannis couldn’t even cast a spell, his mind went blank.

He was so intimidated by the demons’ presence that he dared not move.

It was his shame, an unforgettable disgrace.

Even as Kannis grew stronger, he still couldn’t face the exiled demons normally; the shadow of his childhood loomed over him.

It was a stain on his pride that he could not erase.

He became a complete coward, and despite his illustrious family background and excellent academic performance in magic application, he couldn’t face powerful demons in real combat.

A chance stroll through the slave market led him to those wounded women.

The scent of the exiled demons was indelible, especially on those women without magical protection. Even if their wounds healed, the scars would retain a unique scent.

Thus, Kannis took a liking to these lowly and despicable women.

Riding upon them brought Kannis pleasure, as if he had subdued powerful demons, no longer fearing the terrifying presence that shook his soul!

In his mind, he had conquered a formidable demonic foe!

Because the act was disgraceful, Kannis had to kill them after one use, leaving no loose ends, least the news leak and tarnish his reputation.

Later, Kannis became entangled with the baronial family of the Dead Sea border.

His annual plan was to vacation there regularly, enjoying the pleasurable feast of suppressing the scent of demons.

*

“Killing you so easily really lets you off too lightly.”

Chu Yan held his forehead, wishing to retrieve Kannis’s body, revive him, and let the man witness his deeds exposed to the world.

…He would look for an opportunity to disclose this matter later; for now, he had to consider the condition of Shanoa.

The female knight lay as if dead, not stirring even when Chu Yan’s roving hands touched her ample buttocks; there was no sign of Shanoa waking.

“Shanoa, is your soul trapped in your own nightmare? What is your nightmare?”

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Chu Yan tried to understand the current situation with his own reasoning.

These bubbles would trap a part of the person’s soul, even deepening their psychological nightmares.

After the Blood Moon, even if Shanoa could wake up normally, she would surely suffer other negative effects.

“Contagious nightmares, can I connect and see them too?”

The term “contagion” implies that outsiders can hardly help, especially those taboo bearers with strange powers, who are more likely to get themselves involved.

Yet it also means that those willing to accept the “contagion” can use it as a pathway to delve deeper into that nightmare.

Chu Yan still harbored many hesitations in his heart, but there was no time for indecision.

He placed the Siren’s crystal core beside him, which could disperse demons to some extent during its “freshly fallen” period.

At this moment, the barren beach was exceptionally calm, a dormant period after the storm, with few sea demons active.

For safety, he set up a [Dragon Flame Barrier] around them.

A tent-sized curtain of flames enveloped the man and woman, isolating the frenzied, fishy wind of the Dead Sea for a time.

The world quieted down.

But those dreamlike bubbles could float freely, passing through the barrier.

They seemed to be an existence different from the magical forces of this world at the fundamental energy level, difficult to block.

Finally, Chu Yan took off his long coat, using it as a blanket on the ground, and lay down beside Xia Nuoya.

The female knight’s waist was so slender, barely a handful when grasped, but as they lay down together, her full bosom and wide, beautiful hips took up much space, forcing Chu Yan to squeeze close or else touch the damp ground of the barren beach .

“As the saying goes, when faced with difficulties, sleep on it first.

Dreamscape, activate!” Chu Yan emptied his mind, forcing his consciousness into sleep.

The drifting bubbles, like moths drawn to a flame, slowly gathered towards the two.

*

I wish to provide, but my kin do not wait.

When Xia Nuoya snuggled with her mother in the storeroom of their mansion, her aspirations grew.

She saw what comfortable days were like, just beyond the wall in the mansion’s living room, where the fireplace radiated warmth in the winter.

She and her mother had their own warmth too; they could curl up and embrace like little animals, giving each other warmth, dispelling the chill of the night.

The warmth with her mother’s scent was more pleasant than the heat faintly seeing through the wall.

But her mother’s shivering body from the cold made Xia Nuoya realize something: her mother needed that heat to fend off the cold.

Her mother’s body heat could envelop her, but her small frame couldn’t shield her mother from the external chill.

They could light a stove in their room, but the warming effect was ultimately far too inferior.

Xia Nuoya’s pursuit was to improve their living conditions, and she was grateful that this pursuit was not a luxury; she saw the possibility—

Her magical talent was excellent!

As long as she could convert her talent into tangible power early, even working as an apprentice in magic potion-making could earn her a lot of money.

Xia Nuoya didn’t know how wonderful and affluent a future her talent could bring, but she knew that with a bit more effort, she could quickly give her mother a peaceful life, far from the bitter cold.

Change their status within the family.

So that the matriarch would not dare to face them with disdain.

The servants would not trouble her to curry favor with the mistress.

Yet, the Lowellan family would not invest resources in her. Indeed, she was accepted into the Lowellan family due to her talent rating, but the mistress would not allow her to have a good teacher.

Once,

Merely by overhearing a few words from a street magician to his apprentice, Xianoya quickly picked up the technique to sense magical power.

The future seemed within reach!

Realizing this, Xianoya longed to share the good news with her mother, but she feared she might not be able to fulfill it, thus letting her mother’s expectations fall flat.

Without a magic teacher, her understanding of magic was too blank.

Lacking guidance, it was like walking in a night without stars or lamps.

Whether the next step was a pitfall or a stumbling block, she had no idea.

She might indeed have had a good start now, but it was uncertain how far she could go…

“I must try in secret, and only when I officially step into the threshold of a magic apprentice, will I present this news as a gift to my mother.”

Lady Lowellan indeed would not allow Xianoya the fortune of a teacher’s guidance, yet she still poured her heart into trying to lift her own son.

Renowned teachers, hired at great expense, just to give her son better guidance.

And Xianoya, through eavesdropping, had officially mastered the simplest water sphere magic.

For some, as long as she learned how to stand up, the subsequent walking, running, and jumping could all be achieved in a short time.

Xianoya wanted to learn a little more, to become an advanced magic apprentice in one go, and then make the news public.

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Otherwise, the mistress might see the beginnings of her learning and find ways to suppress it.

It took about half a year, and the still young Xianoya not only became a magic apprentice through self-study but also successfully got a part-time job at a magic pharmacy, earning her first gold coin in life.

Now, even if the Lowellan family drove them out the door, Xianoya could take her mother to live in a modest but warm inn.

But before she could share this surprise with her mother, she had already reached the end of her life.