Chapter 104

Chapter 104

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Chapter 104: Longing (4)

Madam Eight Legs has been missing for two months.

Bakira was now a father.

Five wolf pups nurse peacefully in their female wolf’s coat.

Meanwhile.

“.......”

Vikir observed the female wolf as she nursed her pups.

A black ball was trapped between the wriggling puppies.

Madam Eight Legs egg. It had the appearance of a large black pearl, but it was smooth and soft to the touch.

Vikir had been trying for two months to convince the wolves to keep the egg safe.

The wolves’ warmth and care, however, had made no difference to the egg.

The only difference is that the newborn puppies continue to nibble on the soft, fluffy egg and smear it with their saliva.

Vikir realized that any further experiments with Madam’s eggs were futile, and he prepared to resume his long journey.

Return to the Empire. And now we return to Baskerville.

It’s finally time.

It’s time for the Ironblooded Hound’s vengeance.

It was time for him to go back home.

When Vikir announced his departure from Ballak’s village, all of Ballak’s warriors sent envoys, Including ballak all the other tribes also sent envoys.

Aquila did not stop Vikir when he declared his intention to leave. He was not a slave, so why stop him?

Once you’re family, you’re always family, and even if you’re separated by great distances, your ties grow stronger, not weaker.

However, Aquila invited the envoys from each tribe who had gathered to bid Vikir farewell and held a grand banquet to decorate the celebration.

Everyone at the banquet loved and respected Vikir.

But no one said “see you” or “see you again” to him.

“There are no such words in the Ballak language.”

Aquila didn’t even say anything to Vikir about looking forward to their next meeting.

“See you again” does not exist in the Ballak language.

They believe that once a relationship is formed, it is unbreakable and transcends time and space.

They were together even when they were apart.

That’s why they don’t expect to say goodbye.

Aquila spoke to Vikir in a warm voice.

“‘Whenever and wherever you are. You are a Ballak hunter. And you are part of our family. Do not forget that.”

Vikir was silent for a moment.

For some reason, he felt tingling in the deepest parts of his chest.

For the first time, a feeling of belonging settled in Vikir’s heart that he hadn’t felt in any other place since his return.

It was almost as if leaving the mountains and returning to Baskerville was like leaving home and going to a strange place.

Aquila continued.

“You are a proud Ballak warrior, and a hero of the Mountain. If you are in trouble, we will help you to the best of our ability, no matter where you are or who you are up against.”

It wasn’t just the warriors of Ballak who responded to Aquila’s words.

All the native tribes of the Mountain, from the shamanic Rokoko to the berserker Renaissance, cheered on Aquila’s words and encouraged Vikir.

“Our hero, call us anytime, we’ll come to your aid!”

“Think of us sometimes! We love you!”

“Awesome, Vikir! Go back and take over the empire!”

“May the path of a hero be filled with only blessings......”

Most of all, the young men of Ballak, with whom I had cried, laughed, and slept for the past two years, were the most sad to see Vikir go.

Ahun was the worst of all. He was reduced to tears.

He thumped his chest like a gorilla and shouted.

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“Brother Vikir. You have to write to me often, you have to, or else I’m going to.......”

Beside him, Ahul, who had grown much taller by now, looked at Vikir with a moist gaze.

She handed the departing Vikir a lunchbox wrapped in leaves, having grown so much in the past two years that she could hardly be considered 15 years old.

Inside was a skewer of creamy caterpillars, a precious food.

Vikir’s dry smile curved the corners of his mouth.

Then Aiyen stepped in front of him.

” ...... If you’re going to go, take this with you.”

Vikir’s eyes widened as he saw Aiyen reach out a trembling hand and give it to him.

“!”

It was a large bow. It was a black bow with a dark light all over it.

A giant bow that Adonai had used in the past.

There was even a bowstring that had never existed.

Vikir realized that the white, tough string on the black bow was made from the tanned silk of Madam Eight-Legged Spider’s web.

The same tough spring from which Madam had made and stored her webs had become the string, making the black bow a complete unit.

‘Anubis’, the strongest bow in Ballak’s history, has finally regained its perfect form.

“Sorry for not seeing you off, I was busy making this...”

Aiyen sayed to Vikir as she looked down at the Black Bow.

... Thud!

Aiyen puts something around Vikir’s neck.

A small black necklace.

It is a choker, an object made from the tough hide of an oxbear.

This oxbear was the first catch Aiyen and Vikir had made together.

Aiyen put the necklace around Vikir’s neck and spoke in his native voice.

” ...... Don’t ever let go of this thing. Never”

“Understood.”

Vikir nodded, then looked down at Aiyen.

Aiyen looked back up at Vikir.

“.......”

“.......”

Their positions have changed a lot in the past two years.

When they first met, Aiyen looked down on Vikir and gave him orders.

Now, it’s Aiyen who can barely make eye contact with Vikir.

She was a head taller than him then, but now she’s a head shorter.

Vikir, who had grown much taller, turned to Aiyen and said.

“You’ve gotten a lot shorter.”

It was her own joke, her own code for breaking the ice.

But Aiyen didn’t respond to such lame jokes.

Just.

Mmm.

She walks in with a swift stride.

Pow!

A fist lands on Vikir’s stomach.

Vikir, who was hit in the stomach out of nowhere, swallows a groan and bends over.

... Thud!

Aiyen immediately grabs the choker around Vikir’s neck.

The next thing you know, Vikir is being dragged forward by the leash in Aiyen’s grasp.

And then.

“......!”

The moment when Vikir, bent at the waist, and Aiyen, choker in hand, are exactly the same height.

Their lips met at the exact same height and pressed together.

.......

A second, felt like an eternity.

How much time had passed.

Aiyen pushed hard against Vikir’s chest.

She turned her back to Vikir, who had stopped breathing.

“...... see you again, I’ll miss you.”

She said in imperfect empire language.

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