Chapter 142
Still held in Aesir’s arms, Sia was startled by James’s words and muttered.
“Sn, snake tribe?”
Sia, who had thought he was from the fish tribe, recoiled in shock and rubbed her lips frantically. Even though she knew that an animal snake and a werebeast were clearly different, the thought of venom still frightened her. As her face gradually turned pale, Aesir felt both agitation and irritation at the same time.
The human who had seemed nothing but cute just moments ago no longer looked that way. She looked like a frog placed before a snake, and it made him want to swallow her in one bite.
Watching Sia’s actions silently, Aesir tilted his lips into a crooked smile and spoke to James.
“Then I suppose the wolf tribe properly took care of Duke Blois. As expected of you, Duke Becker. You kept your side of the deal neatly.”
“…What are you talking about?”
“Didn’t Duke Becker say so? That he wished to return to his territory carrying the black cat’s head.”
There was only one person who could be called the ‘black cat’. Thinking of Nox, the only one in the cat tribe with black hair, Sia couldn’t think properly. It felt as if her mind had stopped, and she could only blink slowly.
What are they talking about right now?
So then, Nox being sent into battle was their scheme, and they lured him out and killed him…
Unable to continue the thought to the end, Sia slowly turned her head while still awkwardly held in Aesir’s arms. The man standing some distance away had black hair that reminded her of the Nox she longed for.
But even though they both had black hair, his atmosphere was completely different from Nox’s. The man’s shorter black hair was a complete mess, and the sharp yellow eyes beneath it were similar to one of Nox’s eyes, yet the light within them was different.
No, they could never be the same as the warm gaze that had looked at her. The thought that she might never see that gaze again.
“Ah, ahh…”
Misunderstanding Aesir’s words to mean that Nox was dead, Sia trembled and unconsciously grabbed the front of Aesir’s clothes. The snake tribe frightened her, but the man who had supposedly killed Nox was far more terrifying and hateful.
Like a broken faucet, tears poured down uncontrollably. Sia now clutched Aesir’s clothes tightly with both hands, as if she had already forgotten that just moments ago she had been trying to run away from him.
Watching all of this, an unfamiliar sense of satisfaction rose within Aesir, and a smile slipped out. The unpleasant feeling he had just experienced vanished without a trace. Only moments ago, he had been irritated by the fact that the human wanted the cat.
Not only that, even the anger that had surged when the wolf tribe suddenly appeared had completely subsided. Thinking that things had rather turned out well, he deliberately spoke words that could be misunderstood by Sia as he slowly stepped backward.
“As expected, you’re quite the remarkable man, Duke Becker. Once you set a goal, you make sure to accomplish it. That alone is worthy of admiration.”
“What nonsense have you been spouting since earlier…”
“Well then, I’ll see you at the meeting place!”
Speaking brightly, Aesir deliberately pulled Sia’s face toward his chest. He wrapped an arm around her so she wouldn’t be able to hear James’s words, then took off running. Marcel, who had gone to fetch a horse the moment James appeared, handed him the reins.
Leaping up lightly, Aesir pulled Sia tightly into his arms and kicked the horse’s flank. The horse began to run roughly. Marcel and another subordinate followed behind him.
Farther behind them, James cursed as he gave chase, but the wolf tribe, who had already exhausted most of their stamina just getting here, gradually fell behind. While running and checking behind him, Aesir changed direction and headed toward his own territory.
Since it had come to this, no. From the beginning, he had never truly intended to keep any agreement, but now he didn’t want to yield the human in the slightest.
“Ha, what was I thinking, trying to divide things fairly.”
Recalling his past words, Aesir let out a disbelieving snort and kicked the horse’s flank once more.
A human brought by God.
She was so fragile that she would surely be of no help at all, yet for some reason he didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t think this feeling was affection.
It was more like wanting to keep something interesting in his hand once he had picked it up.
It was too much to call it possessiveness, yet stronger than simple desire to own. With that feeling, he savored the sensation of Sia in his arms. Once they reached his territory, he intended to first remove the pheromones of the bastard cat that had soaked into her body.
Yes, relationships that begin with fear are the hardest to escape. At first she might feel afraid, but if he treated her kindly even a little, she would come to find him irresistibly sweet.
Since the first step had already gone wrong, he planned to take Sia in his own way. As for what came after, he thought it wouldn’t be bad to consider it when the time came.
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