Chapter 82 A Bold Kiss (1)

Riftan answered in a slightly disconcerted tone, Thats right. He was a nobleman from Libadon.

Max suddenly felt faint with Riftans confirmation.

Did I do something wrong again?

There was a nagging suspicion alight in her mind that perhaps things wouldnt have gone astray had she acquiesced to the mans demands and offered him a peaceful entry to Anatol

Seemingly sensing the worries from her scrunched face, he replaced his hands towards her disheveled hair, curling his fingers around her locks carefully before pushing her to him so he could place a chaste kiss on her cheeks. It was a gesture meant to comfort her anxiety. He then proceeded to vanquish any sort of overthinking in her,

But he wasnt a feudal lord as he claimed. He was only the son. He wasnt too favorable of his father choosing his half brother as the successor to the family. Lo and behold, he stole his family treasure and escaped with it to Whedon.

Riftan softly unbundled the knots in her fiery mane as he continued, Hes been wandering around the country with the knights who followed him, and then caught a whiff of a rumor that I seized rare treasures from the dragon expedition.

Maxs eyes widened at this information. Then di-did he came here to hu-hurt Riftan? she replied in a worried tone.

When this question reached his ears, the fingers playing with her locks froze momentarily. For a while, his gaze was only trailed upon her in scrutiny but very much out of fascination. Max found his steady gaze bewildering and almost retreated from his touch when he suddenly burst into laughter.

Hes not that insane. He said, a small smile on his lips, He just never thought Id cross the land from Drakium to Anatol in eight mere days. He got his timing wrong, it was far off.

Come to think of it, Max did remember Ruth telling her that Riftan would be able to shorten the travel from 15 to 10 days should he hurry. For him to be able to curtail that to two more days he must have been traveling in great haste.

Or was it I who got the timing well? Had I been a day or two late it would have been terrible His words suddenly trailed off as he went deep in thought. He had three men with him that were high-ranking knights. Rob Midahas himself wielded a powerful magic device. It would have been difficult maybe even impossible to stop his troops with the remaining soldiers in Anatol.

Ma-magic tools? Max asked with some uncertainly. The realm of magic and their nuances still came as a strange existence and knowledge to her.

It was the family heirloom that he stole. A magic tool capable of conjuring a high level flame spell. Its what turned the gate to cinders. At the memory of the blown off gate, his face suddenly hardened.

With Remdragon out of the territory, he might have thought he probably had the chance of winning. In fact, it would have been a struggle to locate him had he robbed our vaults and fled to Libadon by the time I got here. He growled in anger at the thought, like an awakened beast ready to fight.

Seeing him become more heated, Max anxiously grasped his arm. While she knew his fury was with reason, there still lies the fact that he wouldnt be able to avoid damaging conflict should he recklessly harm someone of nobility. Even if that said noble did something

senseless

.

When Riftan looked down and caught sight of her anxious eyes, he only smiled bitterly, apparently aware of this fact as well.

I was meant to cut his head off and hang it on the wall. An example for those who want to invade our walls. But it truly would be devastating to engage in a war.

Max knew Riftan was stubborn to his roots, therefore when she heard the man speak of a compromising tone, she was quite taken aback. The-then?

At the break of dawn tomorrow, I will be contacting his father. And then Im going to yell at him to discipline his child

after

I tell him to compensate for the damage.

Faced with an answer that spoke of little violence, saved, possibly, for some minor cussing, Max sighed in relief. Riftan was quite satisfied with the idea, even more so seeing that his wife was contented with it. Finally, finding a conclusion to the dreary matter, he began to move his lips to her shoulders, placing soft kisses on her skin as a small smile formed on his lips. His kisses tantalizingly moved towards her decolletage and then to her warming cheeks, and as he moved closer to her Max could smell a fragrant scent from his damp hair.

Suddenly, Ruths words came to mind, that of him telling her Riftan would probably pout if he urged him to us