Breeding Season - Chapter 57
Even if she didn’t know exactly what it meant, she knew it was a gesture of reverence.
“Aquafuran!”
“Aquafuran!”
“Aquafuran!!!”
The cries directed at her, filled with joy, were mixed with madness. Just as she was terrified and frozen by the sound, like several beasts gathered together and letting out a murky cry –
Snap.
She heard the sound of the circlet on her head cracking.
As soon as she reached for it again in alarm, the circlet actually broke. Exactly in half.
She didn’t know what this meant, but it couldn’t be good. At that, the Aquafuran clan simultaneously closed their mouths.
And… a chill blew from behind her.
An air as brittle and cold as the desert night. A rustling, as if cutting through the darkness with a crescent moon, that kind of atmosphere emanated from Yasamin’s whole body.
Everyone standing in this place lowered their eyes at the eerie feeling that if they dared to say even one word wrong, their necks would be strangled and they would be hung upside down.
“Come here, Sei.”
His call was sweet, but there was an undisguisable thorn.
A feeling of anger, like a dried-up cactus.
And the pressure of forcibly, forcibly suppressing it strangled her neck.
“Sei.”
But how could she refuse?
It was Yasamin who was calling.
The person who, for the first time… acknowledged her.
“It’s… broken.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’ll get hurt. Give it to me.”
“……”
“Your hand?”
She wasn’t hurt at all. But Yasamin meticulously examined her from her head to her cheeks to her fingertips.
Then, holding Siren’s hand, he slowly opened his mouth, looking around at the people.
“Let’s stop here. I will have a separate conversation with the spirit embedded in the circlet. Everyone leave and prevent anyone from entering.”
As Yasamin’s atmosphere was unusual, people’s steps quickened.
Siren didn’t know what to do and stood still, but fortunately, Eltan came and took her out.
“Please go out for now. When he says that, you can leave the place.”
“Ah, okay.”
“I will guide you back to your bedroom.”
She wore the circlet on her head. But the circlet broke in half.
What does this mean?
She didn’t know it well, but she could tell that Yasamin was shocked.
“Madam, you’re back?!”
“Pamilla.”
“You don’t look well. Would you like a massage?”
When she returned to her bedroom, Pamilla was there. Seeing Pamilla, who was diligently wiping the table and humming, tears suddenly welled up and Siren sank down on the spot.
“Gasp, what’s wrong! Did something happen?”
“I just… want to go back.”
The Saam mansion was good. It was the first peace in her life, a paradise.
“I’ll go to the kitchen and get some yogurt made with camel milk. You’ll feel better if you eat it!”
Pamilla, who hugged her and sat her on the piled cushions, walked away quickly.
Siren, who was blankly looking around the spacious and exotic bedroom, brought a book close to her hand to calm her turbulent heart.
「Intermediate Sorcery Book」.
I should be reading this at least.
On the way here, she couldn’t even open a page because she was tormented by Yasamin.
Flip, flip.
As she turned the pages, her heart calmed down quickly.
Like this, books always took her to a new world.
No, they should have.
“Haah.”
After repeating the same sentence for the tenth time, Siren finally closed the book and looked at the door with depressed eyes.
She was anxious because she didn’t know what was happening.
She wanted Yasamin to come back soon and explain whatever it was.
At that time, Yasamin was standing alone in the relic storage.
He stared at the broken circlet in front of him for a long time, then placed his hand on the sapphire.
Magical objects with a will of their own were called artifacts in ancient times. Artifacts sometimes take the form of a sword and are called magic swords, and sometimes they take the form of crafted ornaments like this.
