Chapter 29

Chapter 29

When his response was delayed, Kakantir turned to look at Ian. Ian lowered his head slightly to respond.

Yes.

Was it because they were a tribe that served the heavens that she asked such a question? Or did this woman ask because she knew that another Ian existed within Ians body?

Winchen seemed to savor Ians clear and concise answer, smacking her lips.

You were born from Dergha Bratzs blood, correct?

Certainly.

Does your existence signify peace?

I swear, peace is the sole reason for my existence.

A smile crept onto the corners of Winchens mouth. Kakantir nodded and silently motioned to his attendants, who then laid Winchen back in her resting place.

I will take my leave.

Rest well, chieftain. The desert storms have been harsh lately. It mustve been because the sky has become hotter. The old womans weak muttering echoed within the tent.

As Ian stepped out, the tense Cheonrye tribe keenly observed Kakantirs expression.

Provide a tent for Ian Bratz and his group.

This was the indirect announcement that Ian was indeed a child of the Bratz family. And also that the cumbersome formalities had officially concluded.

Soo let out a sigh of relief and called out to Ian.

Ian. Over here.

Me? Do we share the same tent?

Why? You think your precious self deserves a separate room?

As Soo teased, Beric whispered to Ian, She really has a short fuse for a warrior. Why is she treating me like that? After all, werent you the one who started mocking her that day?

Come on, Beric. Youre the one who threw the punch.

What? Youre going to back out like this?

The tent assigned to Ian was better than expected. It wasnt luxurious, but it didnt feel like they were being belittled as offerings from a rival nation.

Odd. Wasnt their relationship quite cold after Derghas second brother crossed the border and died?

Of course, the chieftain back then and the present Kakantir were different people. Considering how easily leaders can change, he could be quite an ancient figure in their history.

Shouldnt their perception and relationship change even more, then? They werent as ruthless as Ian had heard in the Bratz mansion.

Cold but not cold-blooded, free but not barbaric.

This was Ians assessment. As Beric unpacked their sandy belongings, he inquired, So, whats the plan now?

First, we need to wash.

Not that. Were not going to live here forever, right?

True.

However, for Ian to return to Bariel, he would need Molrin to lead the inspectors from the central capital to slit Derghas throat.

The man had probably just reached the central capital by now. It would take anywhere from half a month to a month for him to come down here and finalize the affairs.

Think of it as a trip. This place is filled with those you cant defeat, so if you challenge one person a day, a year will fly by.

A year? Youre joking, right?

Im just joking. Half a month, maybe a month at most.

Grumbling, Beric sprawled onto the bed. He wouldnt have minded the wandering life as long as there was a bed, but the desert heat was just unbearable to him.

Ian.

Soo rolled up the tent entrance and came in. She placed some clothes and simple provisions inside, glancing around the room, seemingly checking if they lacked anything.

Eat first. Everyones busy recovering their strength. Well have a homecoming ceremony when the sun sets. Ill come to call you then. Oh, and As she was about to leave hurriedly, Soo paused and turned back. Jangyarung1 said the storm was really fierce. The most massive and menacing hes ever encountered. Since he went through it unarmed, nothing was lost, but if your group had faced it, it wouldve been troublesome.N♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.

I see.

Is that a thank-you? Ian smiled, returning the favor to Kakantir.

The chieftains judgment was truly wise.

Hearing the praise for their leader, Soos face brightened, and she slipped out of the tent.

Watching her, Beric muttered annoyedly, She really does act like that only towards me.

Jealous?

Drop it!

Is everyone chewing on something called Gureut leaves?

Soo nodded. Ian wondered if he, too, might be able to sample it. However, his inquiry was interrupted as Kakantir extended a drink toward him.

Ian, there are some rules you must follow if you wish to stay here safely.

Please tell me.

One of them is to show no interest in the Gureut leaves whatsoever. You are not allowed to ask questions about them. Inhaling the leafs smoke is inevitable in daily life, but everything else is forbidden.

This meant that there was a significant difference between inhaling its scent and chewing it directly.

The festive atmosphere that had been heating up cooled down slightly. The people around, upon hearing Kakantirs words, instinctively became more guarded.

I will keep that in mind.

Ian nodded in acknowledgment. Beric, sitting next to him, was preoccupied with the food, ignoring everyone else.

Then, enjoy. To our return.

Aye, Chieftain Kakantir.

Right. This gathering was a homecoming ceremony, not a welcome party for outsiders. Ian got a general sense of the atmosphere and thought of wrapping up his presence.

However

Chieftain!

One of the tribesmen hurried over, whispering something into Kakantirs ear. Kakantir immediately put down what he was eating and signaled to Nersarn. Most of the merry-making guests were too intoxicated to notice their leaders leaving.

Whats happening?

Soo mumbled, gazing at the ground. Seems Chief Winchen had another fit. I think a council member just followed behind Chieftain Kakantir.

Really? She must be in a bad state then.

They might be worried if they see the chief reacting like that.

Is there no cure?

Soo gave a faint smile and shrugged. Everything was at the mercy of the gods; even the council couldnt stop it. They could only hope that Winchen wouldnt suffer too much.

Beric, we should leave.

Eh? Why? I want to eat more

Come on.

If something happened to Winchen, itd be less awkward if they werent present. Soo might not be able to look out for them then. Its important to know when to leave a gathering. After all, they werent the main guests; their presence for this long was enough.

The decision proved to be correct.

The next morning, a commotion outside woke Ian. The atmosphere felt as tense as if a war was about to break out.

Chief Winchen is in an unconscious state now?

Oh, my god. What should we do about this?

What about the chieftain? Did he say what we should do now?

He said hell send someone out again. Now that the illness is too evident, it seems he has no other choice.

Send someone out? Perhaps to find a cure for Winchens ailment. Ian leaned against the window, closing his eyes. His mind drifted between wakefulness and sleep.

Theyre looking for Silasque, right?

But the ones who went earlier havent returned yet

Where could there be a flower that blooms forever? I doubt its existence.

Hearing this, Ians eyes snapped open.

What are they talking about? A flower that blooms forever? Silasque?

Thats the flowerpot you bought at the park.

Its a strange flower. It seems to last a long time in full bloom.

Do the people in the mansion not know what it is?

Yes, they all say its the first time theyve seen such a plant. We were worried it might be hazardous, but luckily, it seems that its not.

[T/N: Chapter 13, when the flower was first mentioned, Chapter 18 The dialogue excerpt above]

Ian recalled a conversation from the mansion he had been evicted from. He then took out the well-wrapped pot from a box and opened the paper. A red flower he hadnt watered since he got it from the park.

What?

Could it be?

Ian carefully placed the pot on the ground. Then, instinctively, he understood why he had reincarnated into the body of a boy named Ian. Everything was unfolding according to the gods plans.

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