I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 30
Kagan looked at the woman with still pale skin, slowly and mockingly.
In truth, the two-month journey was quite a tight schedule, considering her physical condition.
They had planned for up to three months, anticipating stops for rest or visits to physicians.
However, the noble princess was more fragile than expected and surprisingly resilient at the same time.
Determined not to fall ill, she ate her meals diligently, took regular walks, and quickly bundled up with extra clothes at the slightest chill.
If she felt even slightly unwell, she sensibly took medicine or retreated to the carriage to rest. She took meticulous care of her body.
Yet, despite her frailty, she never threw tantrums or voiced complaints.
‘Quite unexpected.’
He had expected a frail and fussy princess, but instead found a surprisingly practical one who took care of herself.
‘Well, it’s better than being noisy.’
This would make it easier for her to adapt to Xieman.
Xieman’s religion was unique, with its own mythology about ‘Karma,’ the first chieftain of the Kashan clan.
Their god was the god of the underworld and death, a being others might call a demon or an evil deity.
Only the law of the jungle mattered to their god, who very rarely issued oracles, perhaps once every few decades or centuries. This time was no different.
[Under the southern sky, the first moon that governs death has ripened, and with the darkness, a woman will come to Xieman bringing peace and tranquility.]
The interpretations were varied, but the content was clear. The only country directly south of Xieman was Roshan.
In simpler terms, it meant that a child born between the subject of the oracle and the current king of Xieman would bring peace and tranquility to Xieman.
The subject of the oracle was identified as Roshan’s first princess.
Already irritated by Roshan’s endless troublesome actions, Xieman now had a legitimate reason to draw their swords.
“Come to think of it, I forgot to ask, why did you play the role of a saint? Princess.”
Nisha, holding her food, looked at Mary approaching her and gave a faint smile at the sudden question.
“…Starving to death is quite painful.”
She spoke meaningfully, lowered her head slightly, and then turned back to her maid.
‘…Interesting.’
Kagan rubbed his chin and shrugged as Sharhu approached to report the situation.
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“We’re finally in Xieman!!”
“Mmm~ The smell of dry sand.”
“Tsk, tsk, you fool.”
Despite being at the edge of Xieman, the delegation’s faces visibly brightened.
The village, smack in the middle of a vast wasteland, lacked any signposts or markers, making it impossible to find without a guide.
‘Is this Xieman…?’
No, beyond being barren, was there really nothing in Xieman? It was all dry land as far as the eye could see.
“Princess.”
“Oh, yes.”
While Nisha was staring blankly at the desolate village in the middle of nowhere, seriously contemplating how people could live here, Kagan approached and leaned in slightly.
“We’ll rest here for about three or four days, so you should take this time to recover from any fatigue. From here to the capital, we’ll be riding on horseback.”
“I will.”
Nisha nodded, scanning the surroundings with a somewhat serious expression.
“Is it always this… barren here?”
