Chapter 100
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Otherwise, I must decline.CHAPTER_TITLE: A Moment of Peace by the Khan's Side
Ashtien and I had finished our meal. The conversation flowed naturally into a tea gathering.
“It’s peaceful here. I like that.”
No matter how often I saw her, she always drank tea with such graceful poise. Ashtien looked at me with gentle eyes and asked.
“Have you already fought seven matches?”
“Yes. It’s already that many.”
Having fought only once every three days, half a month had passed like nothing.
“There aren’t many more left. The remaining time is almost gone.”
Maybe I should have fought more often to rack up more victory points.
“Was I too late in joining?”
“What do you mean ‘too late’? There isn’t another warrior as passionate as you.”
Instead, she said my eagerness seemed a bit excessive and that I needed to calm down a little.
“I’ll remember that.”
I didn’t take the advice to heart.
Hurrying too much leads to mistakes. There’s not much difference between fighting or not.
‘If there’s no peace in my heart, I can’t handle the fight properly.’
My thoughts became simpler, and so did my attacks.
Most of all, the opponent could sense my impatience. Then I would be toyed with. Impatience was hard to hide.
“Yeah. There’s no reason to be impatient. From what I see, it’s almost over.”
Vesta had already become well known.
“One high-value opponent is enough.”
“Even now, there aren’t any easy matches left. I was thinking of challenging someone.”
“Challenging someone. What a bold choice of words.”
The head of a centaur. That meant something on the level of a clan leader or heir.
“With you, I could win.”
As Ashtien said that, she poured the tea herself. Thinking of her position, the way she treated me made my head bow in awe.
‘The Emperor could never have sipped the tea offered by a Khan.’
It was probably the first time a human had ever done so.
Ashtien poked at that point too.
“You’re drinking the tea I poured. Who else in this world gets that kind of favor? I doubt even the whole world has such a thing.”
“Hihi.”
“I’m not making things up.”
She laughed lightly, and I didn’t refuse. I tilted the teacup.
“Mmm. It really does taste better.”
“Is that so?”
Ashtien set the cup down and leaned closer. I tilted my head.
Tap.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to enjoy the good fortune too.”
Ashtien rested her head on my thigh.
Golden threads of hair spilled across the red carpet.
“Not bad.”
The golden eyes narrowed with a faint smile.
“I didn’t expect your thighs to be so firm.”
“Not expecting it? Even though it looks this way, my whole body is muscle.”
“Impressive.”
Ashtien reached out and pressed my forearm firmly.
“You’re giving too much strength.”
“It’s the same normally.”
Of course, muscle should be soft. If it felt rock-hard even without tension, that would mean something terrible was wrong.
Vesta had been pumping extra strength into himself just to show Ashtien his powerful side.
“Indeed, a warrior’s body.”
Only until Ashtien acknowledged it.
“Huff.”
After releasing his strength, Vesta looked down at Ashtien, who seemed pleased. The positions were reversed from usual.
‘This feeling is strange.’
The fairy queen humming a little with a good mood. Her voice was wonderfully clear.
“Please sing it properly.”
“Hm?”
“The song.”
“Do you want to hear my song?”
Vesta nodded his head.
I had heard somewhere that elves were a race as exceptional at singing as they were at archery.
“No.”
“What? You were humming just a moment ago.”
“Yeah.”
Ashtien turned her face away to avoid my gaze.
“It’s because you said you want to hear it. Saying that makes me feel burdened unnecessarily.”
“There’s no such thing. Please sing.”
“I don’t want to.”
As if really not thinking of singing, Ashtien closed her eyes.
“Since I have my head on your thigh, you should pay the price.”
“......”
“I’ll give you a song for the favor.”
“There’s no one more shameless than you.”
I thought it was an overreach, but Ashtien had succeeded in opening her eyes.
Was she going to sing a song? Hope bloomed in Vesta’s eyes.
“Still no. I’ll sing it next time, so keep it as a tab.”
Even after loosening her throat, she closed her eyes again.
‘Too bad.’
Since she said she didn’t want to, I wouldn’t force it anymore.
“Now, come down slowly.”
My legs were starting to tingle.
“......”
“Hah, Ashtien?”
The silence was plain to see. She was obviously pretending to be asleep.
“I...”
But who would stop the Khan from choosing her own path? If she picked any spot and declared it her land, it would become hers.
I gave up on meaningless resistance. I simply stared at her profile, then carefully took her hand and brushed her hair back.
Until someone came to the Khan’s place, we stayed like that.
*
Someone coming meant Ashtien’s duties had begun.
Vesta quickly stood up with a glance.
Tap. He closed the door and stepped outside.
“What am I supposed to do now. Nothing special to do.”
Duel. Training. Meal. Sometimes tea with Ashtien. Recently, the only duty was this. Without the tea, it was like being a gladiator slave—monotonous life.
“I’m full too.”
It seemed the relaxed feeling before a duel had worn off.
“I should swing the sword.”
At first he had wanted to find Bia, but ended up returning without finding her.
“Where’s there no training partner.”
*
Vesta brought along Gansinbae.
“Perfect timing. I remembered your idea.”
Hihihi.
“Alright. You take the role of the centaur.”
Puuu-
“Ah, what are you doing.”
Gansinbae blew a breath mixed with grass, scolding him not to speak nonsense. Vesta waved his hand while burping.
“You, man, behave yourself. You know it’s autumn soon, right?”
Autumn. For nomads, the season second only to spring in busyness.
They had to prepare for the steppe’s harsh winter.
Especially to make preservation food for eating through the winter. From what Vesta knew, the most spotlighted food for winter preservation was horse meat.
Dried horse meat using the dry autumn air.
“Show it to your older brother.”
Tch.
“Ah, really.”
Feeling slighted by the threat, he now spouted grass. Vesta apologized first.
“I’ll ask a favor.”
Purrrung.
Gansinbae stood at the designated spot with an unhappy face.
“Good.”
Vesta raised his head and began training. He wasn’t really trying to spar with Gansinbae; he was just using him to gauge distance.
Vesta’s wooden sword swung left and right around Gansinbae. To Gansinbae, who had no interest in human swordsmanship, it looked like a ridiculous courting dance.
When Vesta focused and continued the training.
“Hey, look over there.”
“What’s there?”
“Right there. That one. That human who appeared in the gladiator arena, isn’t he?”
“The little one? Wow, yes.”
“Let’s go closer.”
The back side was noisy. Vesta swept his hair back and looked around.
‘What?’
The field was full. Vesta stepped back in surprise.
“From up close, he’s even smaller.”
“He’s cute because he’s small.”
These were centaur women Vesta had never seen before.
“Hello?”
“Hello.”
“Wow, they speak.”
‘What kind of reaction is this.’
“Um, who are you?”
At Vesta’s words, the two women smiled.
“Well, who could it be?”
“Hey, saying that makes her flustered.”
Seeing them giggle, their mischief was overflowing.
“......”
Vesta’s mouth went dry.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s because Noona is mischievous.”
“She calls me Noona whenever she sees me.”
Vesta swallowed and asked.
“So, who are you?”
“The people who cheered for you in the last match!”
“Ah, so that’s it.”
It felt like someone Vesta had never met was talking to him.
After talking more, it seemed they had been deeply impressed by Vesta’s match.
A little of their caution melted away.
“We were really shocked. What exactly is your origin?”
“Right. Actually, we were worried you might get knocked and fly away.”
Getting knocked and flying. It wasn’t an absurd thought. If Vesta’s strength had been lacking, that might really have happened.
“You didn’t care about humans before, but now you’re thinking a little about you?”
“Me too.”
Vesta tilted his head. The two nodded at his reaction.
“Adorable.”
“I was thinking of taking a human seed too. You’re small and cute, and you fight well.”
“Honestly, I thought how to entrust a seed to a human, but seeing you, it seems quite reliable!”
“We’re not the only ones thinking that. People were talking about this with others earlier too.”
“Y-yes?”
Should I be happy about this?
No way.
‘In the end, only the slave traders are happy.’
Vesta recalled the elven slave traders who had sold him. Their faces were now hazy, but if Ashtien hadn’t bought him, he would still remember vividly. They had hated him day and night.
“Are you coming to Ainuwail again next year?”
“Well...”
“Don’t refuse. Come again next year. Huh? Noona will give you a gift.”
“Then be close to my seed too. Got it?”
The centaur women’s eyes sparkled. Vesta kept being pushed.
When he thought it would never end, Bia’s voice came.
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