I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 97
“So don’t overthink it. I’m not angry, so there’s no reason for you to be angry, Kagan.”
“…You.”
“Just, when I die someday, make sure to throw me into the volcano properly.”
Nisha shrugged, pointing out the window at the towering mountain.
Her words were so casual that Kagan questioned whether he had heard her correctly.
After a long silence, Kagan felt a sting at the back of his head and finally spoke.
“Who’s going to die…?”
His voice was dangerously low, cold enough to send a chill through the air.
His expression vanished entirely, and Nisha, realizing this, quickly took a deep breath and responded.
“I’m just saying that people die at some point. It’s not like you didn’t know that.”
He hadn’t been unaware. Of course, he had known.
But why did hearing it from her make him feel so unsettled?
There was always a trial for the Tun. It was as if their god treated the Tun like something to be discarded once their purpose had been fulfilled.
His mother was no different. When her foresight began to fade, strange things started happening.
But after that hurdle was cleared, and the next Kagan ascended to the throne, all those strange occurrences disappeared as if by magic.
‘So, my father once casually mentioned that it would be best to have a child soon.’
Kagan shared the same thought. Of course, he had no intention of letting her die.
The moon that had sacrificed so much for Xieman, even if it were to lose its light, he couldn’t possibly think of shattering and melting it away.
Naturally, he believed that somehow, things would work out.
“I don’t know what nonsense you’re talking about, but you’re not dying, Princess.”
With rough words, his large hand suddenly grabbed her face and tilted it back.
“I’d never let my people die.”
“…Ah.”
Nisha blinked slowly, staring at the fiery, ruby-red eyes blazing with Kagan’s fury.
Those eyes, she thought again, were beautiful.
Less like blood, and more like the vibrant brilliance of precious rubies.
“…Alright.”
His hand showed no sign of letting go, so Nisha awkwardly smiled and agreed.
Only then did Kagan, though his fierce gaze hadn’t entirely softened, slowly release her.
“You’ll live, Princess. Until the day you bear a child, and that child overthrows me.”
“That would be nice.”
Nisha offered a faint smile and nodded.
Feeling that the tension had finally eased, Kagan stared at her for a moment before speaking again.
“Oh, and this.”
Kagan rummaged through his inner pocket and pulled something out.
‘Even that skimpy outfit has pockets, huh?’
Apparently, it even had inner pockets. Nisha accepted the cloth bundle he handed over, thinking about how it was both delicate and functional.
“What is this?”
“The seeds you asked me to find.”
At his words, Nisha froze.
“Five types, right?”
She slowly untied the five cloth pouches one by one, inspecting their contents. Then, she smiled and nodded.
“They’re all correct.”
Pushing the seeds aside, Nisha placed her hand over the back of his and spoke.
“Thank you, Kagan.”
As she whispered, a pleased smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“So, when’s the next inspection? I think I’ll be ready by next week.”
“Really? If you’re up for it, next week should be fine.”
Thanks to the area she had revitalized with her life force, half of Xieman’s capital was now unusually lush and green.
“Then let’s plan for next week. I need to plant these tomorrow.”
“Good, I hope they grow well.”
“Me too.”
Nisha replied with a smile.
