Chapter 267 Brochette

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Leah stared, too shocked to speak.

I didnt just kill them, Ishakan clarified. It is very easy to tear someones head off, I could do that anytime. Its too fast, its not fun.

She had just discovered that Ishakan ripped peoples heads off their necks when he wanted to kill them.

Its the same with that guy. I wont kill him easily, he went on. There was something dark and dangerous in that quiet voice. He will be sunk to the bottom. Ill pay him back for everything hes done.

They thought completely differently. To Leah, death was a tragedy, and a sufficient revenge by itself. But to Ishakan, death wasnt a punishment. Death to a Kurkan was only a long rest.

She could not imagine what Ishakan considered a proper revenge.

Seeing her anxious thoughts, he smiled.

I have said some very stern things to you, he said, laying his large hand on her head and gently stroking. You ought to rest a while longer.

She didnt want to go back to sleep. The sun was rising, and she had just woken up. Leah looked up at him, pleading in her eyes, and Ishakans eyebrows lifted. He didnt know what she wanted.

All she wanted was a little quiet time with him. All her days had been chaotic lately. They didnt even need to talk. If they could just walk together for a little while, hand in handthat would be enough to make her happy.

But it felt awkward just to say that. For a moment, she mulled it over, searching for an excuse.

Would you like to go to the market?

Surely he didnt often have time to wander the streets of Estia, and it was a good excuse to go out and walk together. Ishakan even looked interested in the spontaneous proposal, and then suddenly laughed.

I have to buy meatball brochettes, he said, laughing, as Leah looked at him in puzzlement. Though I dont know if there will be any in the morning.

brochettes? She didnt know why he was talking about brochettes, but it didnt matter, as long as they could go out together.

Quickly, she pulled on a hooded robe over her nightgown, and Ishakan checked to make sure her silver hair wasnt visible and then lifted her into his arms.

I can walk, she protested.

I know. Its just to walk down the stairs.

As they descended, they found the second floor empty, though last night it had been filled with Kurkans. Leah trailed behind Ishakan past the empty tables.

Ishakan found and bought some meatball brochettes, pork meatballs that looked crispy on the outside. The scent of their oil made Leahs mouth water, and she barely had time to think it looked delicious before Leah realized it was gone.

Ishakan started laughing.

Leah stared at the empty wooden skewers in her hand, shocked at herself, and Ishakan roared with laughter as if she were a comedy he was watching. He caught her hand.

And thats enough of the market, he said. I know of a good place, do you want to see it? Im sure youll like it too.

Leah nodded, clutching the empty skewers in her hand as she followed him through the market. She still couldnt believe she had eaten it all. Ishakans hand gently tugged her after him, pulling her against his side, when a muscular man suddenly fell onto the ground beside her, flat on his butt.

Bastard! The man shouted, rising to his feet so suddenly he almost knocked into Leah, and Ishakan kicked him backward. Other men crowded close around the man, who was furious, and she realized at once what was happening.

The muscular man had tried to collide with her deliberately. It was a common tactic among thieves, to cause a fuss and then steal money in the confusion. Of course, she wasnt afraid with Ishakan there. Or rather, she was only afraid that he might start ripping heads off.

But Ishakan didnt even have to do that. Pulling back his own hood, he revealed his face, and his golden, glowing eyes.

Bar, barbarian The muscular man stammered, shocked.

Ishakan said nothing. He just stared.

OhIm sorry The muscular man apologized, looking very nervous.