Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Thud thud

With each step Ian took, the sound of dry branches snapping underfoot filled the air. Amidst the cacophony of summer insects announcing their presence, Ian wiped away his sweat and called out to Beric.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

Beric, are you sure this is the right way?

Probably?

Probably? Is that what you call an answer?

Yes, yes. Theres a black stone here. Ah, yes.

The secluded forest didnt even have proper trails. Since it was impossible to ride horses, they had been walking for what felt like hours. They seemed to have crossed the territorial boundary by now.

Although Beric had recently suffered a side wound, he looked as if he had fully recovered. The several days of rest and treatment, under the guise of healing, appeared to have done him good.

We really should be hiding, right? No one would find us here, would they?

Among the natural hues surrounding them, Ian spotted a foreign color: a light purple skirt hanging from a branch in the distance. Beric waved his hand excitedly, shouting, Found it!

Here it is. Good!

Leading the way by hacking through the bushes with his sword, Beric eventually came to flat terrain. An old, rundown cabin stood before them, with a small garden plot in front of it.

You managed to find a place like this?

Its an old home where a lumberjack used to live alone. He came to sell wood but lost his way due to mental illness. If its true, there might be other homes nearby. The tavern owner once mentioned it. I dont have a home anyway.

The cabin looked as if it would collapse with the slightest wind, but a palpable warmth told them someone was living there.

Is anyone home?

Beric looked around for Philea. Since the kettle was boiling, she couldnt be far off. Ian also examined the cabin, searching for any signs of red herbs or Silasque.

Nothing.

The belongings they had brought from the village didnt seem like much. But what could Philea have taken with her, anyway?

Whowhos there?

Just then, a trembling voice sounded from outside the door. Ian opened it and found himself facing a green-eyed blonde woman who resembled him closely.

Ah!

Philea, apparently caught by surprise, dropped the flowers she was holding and hugged Ian tightly. With extraordinary strength emanating from her small, frail frame.

Ian! Ian!

Have you been well?

Ian! Ahhhh! Thank you! Thank you!

Clutching Ians face with both hands, Philea sobbed as if she were mad. Her reaction was only natural, seeing her son, whom she had feared she might never see again.

Ian what on Earth happened? Huh?

Philea was as beautiful as ever. Looking more like Ians sister than his mother, he lovingly brushed aside her disheveled hair.

Its a long story, Mother. Why dont we sit down and talk?

Did you eat well?

From the looks of it, youre doing fine, arent you?

Beric pulled out a chair with an incredulous look. Philea, too, seemed to be in good health. Ian muttered as he observed the simple and neat home.

Im glad youve adapted to life in the mountains.

It was tough at first, but just being in the semi-basement waking up to the morning sun is nice, and the cool valley is also pleasant. If you forage a little, there are plenty of fruits.

Ian comforted Philea by patting the back of her hand. She burst into tears again, overcome with emotion at being able to see her son, who she had met only through disguise.

Ian. Tell me about you now. What happened?

Ian briefly explained the events that had transpired. His dealings with Molin, crossing the desert to spend time with the Heavenly Tribe, the judgment and battles with Dergha, and finally the execution. Philea couldnt hide her surprise when she heard that Count Bratz had been executed.

Count Bratz is dead?

Mary and Chel had likely met the same fate.

My God, Ian. We must offer prayers to the gods.

She looked genuinely happy and seemed to understand why Ian was safely here.

Mother, theres something I need to tell you.

Anything, my child.

I took them to the cliff.

Beric, too, upon sweeping his hand over the seeds, was astonished. He couldnt believe Philea had collected so many useless grula seeds all by herself.

It seems you have a talent in horticulture.

Times all I have after three meals a day, so I did it as a pastime, and here we are.

Indeed, Philea had hidden herself since before Ian crossed the border. He hadnt noticed because of the whirlwind of events, but several peaceful yet lonely months had passed here.

Dont you need them?

Philea cautiously observed her sons expression as she asked. Despite having gathered the seeds as instructed, the response seemed less enthusiastic than she had expected.

No, Mother. Youve really done a great job.

Smiling towards Philea, Ian tied the mouth of the sack. He was impressed that she remembered his casual request and acted on it. Feeling as if she had received some sort of reward, Philea smiled warmly back.

The timing is perfect.

Is it? Thats really fortunate.

It was a summer when farmers would normally be sweating in the fields. However, they were busy with the reconstruction of the village. Moreover, the crops that had sprouted in spring had been trampled by military boots, hadnt they?

Mother, actually, these seeds are edible.

Huh? What are you talking about?

The poison is not in the seeds. They can be stir-fried, grilled, or boiled.

Is her son joking? Philea scrutinized Ians face but saw no signs of jest. Beric also narrowed his eyes and questioned Ian.

Have you gone mad?

Actually, they taste good even when eaten raw.

Instead of answering, Ian popped one of the seeds into his mouth. Beric and Philea simultaneously rushed toward him in alarm.

Oh my, Ia, Ian!

Spit it out! Quick, what are you doing?

Crunch crunch

However, unfazed, Ian savored the nutty flavor as he chewed the seed. He looked into the sack and assessed the number of seeds before giving instructions.

Beric, looks like youll have to do some hard work.

What, what is it?

Given that youre using honorifics, it seems youve caught on.

Do you want to move this below?

Yes. Secretly, discreetly. Hide it in the manors storage.

Ah.

Crunch

Once more, Ian grabbed another seed and popped it into his mouth. Stuck in a situation where she could do neither this nor that, Philea panicked. Meanwhile, Beric lay down, cursing and swallowing his words.

Smirking, Ian looked far off below the ridge, confirming the clear view of what used to be the Bratz territory.

***

Meanwhile, Romandro, dispatched as a reconstruction expert and adviser, had a frown as he looked out of the carriage. He was so frustrated that he wanted to jump out and run back to the capital right now.

Im going insane, really.

Given that he was in a remote area, that was one thing, but the situation at the site was unusual. The most problematic thing was his travel companion, a high-ranking member of the administration.

Seriously, His Highness 1st Prince Mariv is too much. I just came back after restoring the temple from the earthquake, and now hes sending me here I want to go home.

And as if that was not enough, Mariv had secretly ordered to keep tabs on him. He hadnt even arrived yet, but already he wanted to go back.

What do you think the situation is in the former Bratz territory?

Well, according to the report from Commander Erica, its quite severe. I dont know how its being handled, but it would be fortunate if I dont get stoned when I get there.

Romandro muttered under his breath, barely audibly.

Only Sir Molrin knew that Ian was stationed in Bratz territory with Cheonrye. If this got out, the imperial palace might send a large force, making any plan for rebellion futile.

I hope nothing surprising happens when we get there.

Molrin recalled the old days in the Bratz territory as he turned his head. Then he fondly fingered the letter from Erica that he had kept in his possession.