The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 26
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this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
Amber calmly explained once again.
She made sure to articulate the desired form of the gloves and why she wanted to provide them to the knights, one by one.
“… Moreover, with flame-resistant gloves, even if a fire-breathing monster appears, the knights won’t miss a beat with their swords.”
“I see. Understood.”
A short while later, Ulmsburg, who had been lost in thought, nodded.
Amber looked at Ulmsburg’s back, turning with the leather and letting out a long sigh.
‘Ah, dizzy.’
Honestly, she was so fatigued that standing there felt exhausting.
It was because she had been tormented by her husband until this morning.
For days on end, every time she woke up from sleep, he relentlessly clung to her and bit and sucked her.
Honestly, from the middle onwards she willingly offered herself first in an effort to drain Igmeyer’s energy, so there was nothing to complain about. But, that was all a reckless act because she underestimated his stamina.
‘What kind of person engages in s*x as if they were born to die doing it like some kind of beast…’
Rushing in, finishing, wiping her clean, and then standing up again.
She didn’t know this before.
She didn’t know that Igmeyer would be this much of a beast, no, a beast driven by lust.
Still, before doing anything this morning, he was caught by Jean and dragged out, and for the first time in her life, Amber felt grateful to Jean.
‘Before the leather gets even slightly contaminated or damaged, I should go find a craftsman.’
Now, let’s make a firm resolution to do it only once a week.
Amber made a firm determination as she looked up at the cloudy sky.
‘…But how and when should I tell him about the Phantom Breed?’
For now, Igmeyer was very favorable to her. There was already a feeling that things had changed significantly from the past.
So maybe he won’t ignore what she says.
‘The weakness of the Phantom Breed is fire. What it dislikes is chicken blood.’
To defeat it, one must confront it with oil-soaked arrows and swords.
Therefore, she instructed to buy a lot of oil, and ordered not to throw away messy rags or dirty cloth, but to collect and keep them.
Moreover, Amber also purchased chickens.
‘If you draw a line with chicken blood, the Phantom Breed won’t cross it. In a place protected by chicken blood, the illusions they create also lose their strength.’
While the knights can use chicken blood smeared on their eyelids when confronting the Phantom Breed, the territory residents would apply chicken blood on their house doors to protect their families.
‘Please… let’s somehow get through this safely this time.’
It would be too late after Nidhogg’s cry. Before that, she could only think about what she could do.
‘But I can only prepare supplies. Going out to fight is the knights’ duty.’
She needed to inform Igmeyer, but…
As Amber was deeply contemplating, she noticed the falling snow and returned to the carriage.
She still hadn’t figured out how to make him believe in the Phantom Breed.
* * *
Igmeyer’s office had a very austere feel.
Only one mahogany desk that the former Grand Duke used seemed decent, and the rest of the room was unimpressive. Without even one common hunting trophy hanging, it might have felt somewhat unsophisticated, but that was not the case, thanks to the toppling pile of documents covering Jean’s old and worn-out desk.
Today, too, Jean was sitting in front of an issue with no apparent solution.
Compared to Jean, Igmeyer’s position was slightly better, probably because he was reviewing the documents that had been filtered once.
Rustling sounds echoed through the air as the fountain pen glided across the paper, creating a refreshing ambiance.
Jean, with a slightly resentful look, glanced at his lord’s fountain pen and then abruptly spoke,
“Was the Princess pleased with Fenrir’s leather?”
“Not the Princess, but Madam.”
Casually pointing out the correction, Igmeyer immediately pulled the next document toward him.
Originally, he hated paperwork, but lately, his enthusiasm overflowed. He needed to quickly finish this paperwork, train his body, deal with the knights, and manage the territory.
That way, he could retire to his bedroom early.
“Cough, was the Madam pleased with Fenrir’s leather?”
“If she did, she wouldn’t be royalty.”
“What? Then why did you give it? It’s quite expensive.”
Fenrir’s leather was so rare that its price soared. If handled carefully, without a single blemish, it could fetch an astronomical amount at auction.
Honestly, it was heartbreaking for Jean to think that such a valuable item had fallen into the hands of someone who didn’t appreciate its worth.
“With her being my wife, I thought I should give her at least one marriage gift.”
“…Excuse me?”
“From Shadroch, they’ve been sending all sorts of things, from food to silk, carpets, and paintings, but I haven’t given her anything.”
While speaking, Igmeyer’s gaze remained fixed on the documents. Despite the words, his attention didn’t waver.
Igmeyer momentarily put down the fountain pen and gently touched his stiff eye.
As he was resting for a few seconds.
Exhaling deeply, Jean, who was sifting through documents, flinched.
“Uh, this is a document submitted by Huvern.”
“So?”
“The Madam has been purchasing an enormous amount of food, oil, and livestock for the past week. About five times more than usual.”
“Five times?”
That was an astonishing figure.
