I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 14
Realizing that his opponent was from the Xieman delegation, Rad attacked but was soon overpowered by just one of the guards.
“Ugh…”
“You seem to have some skills, but at that speed, they’re not much use, kid.”
Rad groaned in humiliation, his head pinned to the ground under a boot.
Mesh, sitting against a wall, clutched his chest, breathing heavily and trembling.
“What should we do, Kagan? Shall we form a pursuit team?”
“No.”
Sharhu’s question made Kagan’s golden eyes curve with a hint of cruelty.
“They’ve given me a gift, so I should give my saintess a choice.”
Kagan Xieman lightly rubbed his left eyelid. It had been so long since he felt no pain, not even a mild ache.
“Tomorrow, when we enter the imperial palace as a delegation, if our princess is not there…”
He took a deep drag from his cigarette and nodded toward the direction of the palace.
“What do you think, Sharhu? Having a large estate wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”
Kagan asked Sharhu, who was standing nearby.
Sharhu, fixing his fallen hair, silently looked at the man who casually considered a whole country as his estate and shrugged.
“Shall I kill him?”
“I’ll scout ahead, Kagan!”
“This idiot always makes a mess, so I’ll neatly behead the royals and display their heads!”
Rad frowned deeply at their brutal conversation, their eyes gleaming red and their voices loud and menacing.
“These crazy bastards…”
“You bastard…!”
Just as Rad braced himself for another blow, expecting the loud voices to turn into more violence, one of the men squatted down, grabbed Rad’s hair, and lifted him up.
“Why are you suddenly praising us? What if we go soft on you because we think you’re cute? And how did you know we like that word? For the sake of knowing, which one of us do you think is the craziest?”
“…Crazy bastards.”
Rad, bewildered, mumbled again, his face turning pale as if he had seen a monster.
“Ha ha ha!! Yes, I’m the craziest of all!”
An unnamed barbarian patted Rad’s shoulder with satisfaction, bursting into laughter.
Rad’s face twisted into an expression that was beyond words.
“…Kagan, are you really going to let the princess go just like that?”
Sharhu, unable to understand his lord’s intentions, finally asked the question.
Kagan spoke.
“When we take the imperial palace tomorrow, spread the rumor that the princess fled to save her own skin, causing a daily bloodbath in the Roshan Empire.”
Kagan spoke lazily, tapping his left eyelid with his fingertips.
In this world, there were those blessed by the gods.
High-ranking holy knights or saintesses with divine powers, shamans who could foresee danger or interpret the will of the gods, often are revered as warriors, or the rare spirit mediums.
Kagan Xieman was also blessed with such abilities.
Yes, sometimes his left eye would show him things that ordinary humans could not see.
He could see someone’s death or an event that had yet to occur.
His eye revealed how and when someone might die, how much time they had left, or what events were on the horizon.
Kagan had grown up seeing such things from a young age.
There were days when his eye didn’t show someone’s death but rather glimpses of the past or future. People called his unpredictable eye “the Eye of the Gods” and praised him.
However, it was laughable because he couldn’t control it. He couldn’t choose what he wanted to see.
And as a price for having this divine eye, he always lived with a burning pain in his eye.
The searing sensation was his constant companion, sometimes intensifying for no reason.
There were countless times he had wanted to gouge out his eye.
But today, since her small, cold hand touched it, his eye wasn’t burning for the first time.
That was why he was being so lenient, even in a situation where he would normally pursue and capture the target himself.
“Hunting is our specialty, after all.”
With that, Kagan attempted to stand up.
He intended to leave the prey alone for a while and return to the lodging they had secured.
He was in a good mood for the first time in a long while.
That is, until his left eye began to burn once more.
It felt as if hundreds of needles were stabbing his eye, and someone was gripping his eyeball.
“……”
Kagan pressed his eyelid firmly, silently.
As Sharhu, sensing something was wrong, took a step closer to him, his golden eyes gleamed.
A blurry vision appeared in Kagan’s eye.
A rickety cart hurriedly coming…
“…Princess?”
Kagan muttered softly as he lifted his head. The clattering and rattling noise pierced the silence.
As the burning sensation in his eye gradually subsided, he slowly removed his hand.
The robe he had been wearing was now pulled back, revealing his face and hair. He straightened his back, which had been slightly bent from the pain.
His gaze was drawn to the sight of her water-colored hair, reminiscent of the clear autumn sky.
“…I thought you were going on a journey.”
With a stern face, she ignored his words and dismounted from the shabby cart, heading straight toward the young knight who had been harshly treated by his men.
