Chapter 382

Chapter 382

Well this is awkward...

I wouldnt call myself socially adept, but even I can see theres something hinky going on. Its never a good sign when, after a long separation, your old friend doesnt immediately come over to say hi and instead greets everyone else around you. Another bad sign is when said friend stops smiling after you tire of waiting and approach her first. Even worse is when she throws out a half-hearted Good to see you too and immediately calls her scary-intense friend over to run interference, then leaves to go talk to someone else.

The writing on the wall is plain to see. Yans avoiding me because she no longer harbours any romantic feelings and is worried I wont handle rejection well.

I wont lie, it hurts. Not so much the rejection, which I knew would be a real possibility and was prepared for, but mostly, its finding out she thinks so little of me, shes concerned about how Ill react. I guess she believes all the unsavoury rumours shes heard about me, or thinks Ill use my new Imperial Manwhore status to pressure Du Min Gyu, or maybe shes just not thrilled at the prospect of being the fourth woman in the relationship, but regardless of her reasons, its clear the spark between us is gone and she no longer even trusts me.

What a difference a year makes.

Its all right. Ill be okay. So Yan doesnt want to pick things up where we left off. Big whoop. It was a teenaged romance driven by hormones and instincts, which is exactly why so many of them end in abject failure. At that age, its out of sight, out of mind, which means shes probably been dreading this moment since her arrival in Nan Ping. Thats why she avoided you all this time and never tried to get in touch. Hell, if she had any lingering feelings, they probably evaporated after you invited her to a banquet in honour of your concubine. Oh god, is that why she gave Zabu and Shana back? To draw a line in the sand and show where she stands? Im such an idiot for not seeing it sooner and getting all worked up about this reunion.

Whatever. Its fine. Just keep calm and carry on. Show her youre okay with how things are, and maybe you can go back to being friends at least. Besides, you wouldnt even know what to do with four or five wives. Its nice in theory, but look at the facts. You have two betrothed and a concubine, but youre still cranking it out on your own every chance you get. No wonder Yan doesnt want you anymore, she probably kicked herself for being an idiot the second her mind cleared up, wondering why on earth she was ever attracted to a spineless, brain-dead loser like yourself.

...

Well, that escalated quickly. Also, again, stop talking to yourself, especially if all youre gonna do is insult me. Er... you. Whatever. Shaddup. Please and thanks.

Leaving Mila and Luo-Luo to handle the intimidating Ryo Dain and her penetrating stare, I head over to greet the other guests of honour at tonights festivities. While Du Min Gyu is undoubtedly the star of the show, with his table sitting at the front of the banquet hall, Eccentric Gam and Broken Blade Pichai each have their own tables beside him. Dressed to the nines in his colourful, blood-covered, and battered armour, the Southern Expert Pichai sits alone in quiet meditation, his eyes closed and food untouched amid all the celebration, a picture of calm and serenity which puts me at ease. Conversely, on the other side, Gam Prime seems like the embodiment of chaos and destruction, inhaling all the food before him like his life depends on it while Wu Gam and the other guests watch on in a mixture of horror and amusement. Seeing this peak Expert behave like an animal makes me embarrassed for him, and the other guests arent shy about their derision.

Politics aside, something doesnt add up. Jorani was very evasive when outlining the whole ordeal and all but glossed over the final moments of the battle, ending with a simple then the Defiled broke and ran. Defiled dont break. They might retreat or withdraw, but they never break, not in the manner Jorani and Mila described, running like headless chickens through the Central Plains. Also, Jorani never mentioned Du Min Gyu being injured, but on the way in, I overheard two guests speculating about what injuries the Great Hero Du had taken and reference an apology he made earlier this evening. Im not sure what Jorani is hiding, but he wouldnt lie or omit details unless put up to it. Having seen the cracks and dents in Pichais armour and how urgently Gam Prime is replenishing his body mass, its clear the battle wasnt as cut and dried as the Legate would have us all believe.

What happened at the Canston Winery and why arent they allowed to talk about it?

Putting my curiosity aside, I approach the two Gams first since I at least have a rapport with the younger one. Its amazing how similar they are, not only in physical features with their slender builds, fluffy white fox ears, and threadbare robes, but also their demeanour, both moving to guard their plates when I approach, as if worried Ill steal the food right out of their mouths. Tempted to ask for a bite as a joke, I quash the urge when Gam literally growls when my eyes stray to his plate, a sure a warning and threat as Ive ever heard.

I now see why they call him the Eccentric.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Howd you do it?

Settling against her shoulder, I use my Loving Aura to lift her spirits, but to no avail. Ever since the embarrassing revelation with Sir Inky, Ive been leery of throwing Love around willy nilly, but Pong Pongs Aura of Despair really did a number on his future wifey, so Im doing what I can to put her back together. Appreciative of the gesture, Ping Ping nuzzles me ever so gently before settling back down with a melancholic sigh.

Thats the thing about depression; its largely a solitary, uphill battle. While it never hurts to have help, all the love and support in the world cant save you from yourself.

Honestly, Im not doing much better. Having realized Ive been rejected by Yan, I yearn to return to camp and snuggle my floofs, but leaving before saying goodbye to the guest of honour is more grounds for a grudge-ing. This is stupid, what am I supposed to do when the guest of honour skedaddles first? Sleep on the floor until he comes back? Plus, its nerve-wracking to be out here mingling while Pong Pong naps in my yurt, snuggled in Mama Buns embrace and guarded only by the unreliable and ignorant Jochi and Argat. I didnt have much of a choice in the matter, since bringing Pong Pong around would be so much worse, especially if Ping Ping or Guan Suo recognize the tiny turtle for what he is. The two half-monkey brothers complained about being left behind, but I made up something about finding poisoned tea and they relented. Hopefully, they follow orders and keep everyone out, because I can only imagine what would happen in someone snuck in and disturbed the tiny terrapin tyrant from his peaceful slumber.

Tidal waves of fury or something of the like, Id assume.

Taduk told me to say nothing and leave everything to him, so Im not sure who knows about Pong Pong besides him, Lin, and Guard Leader. Hopefully, my scatter-brained Teacher thought to put more reliable guards on my yurt, since Id only put 50/50 odds on Jochi and Argat sticking around for the entire time. Honestly, if it wasnt for Yan, I wouldnt have even bothered coming out, doubly so if Id known how she felt about me beforehand. Feeling in need of a pick me up, I extend my loving Aura to Blackjack and laugh as the fearless hare scampers off of Ping Pings head and leaps into my waiting hands. Nose twitching as he devours a meaty treat, Blackjack seems none the worse for wear after this mornings ordeal, my sweet little hare too tough for -

Falling Rain?

Yelping in surprise, I leap to my feet and find a sneaky stranger looming over me, well within striking distance should he attack. Clad head to toe in brigandine armour, the strangers handsome, angular face sports a grimace which seems entrenched there for all time. Though the spear in his hand garners most of my attention, I also notice the crowds uncharacteristic lack of response to my high pitched shriek, and Im not sure if I should be relieved or worried no one noticed my unmanly reaction.

Stay your hand. The strangers grimace deepens as I reach for my weapon, and breaks into a snarl as I draw it, but then, his eyes widen in surprise. Much as Id like to claim credit, it turns out my scream didnt go entirely unnoticed as Guan Suos fingers wrap around the strangers neck, his bushy white eyebrow raised in question as if asking for permission to kill.

Studying the stranger for clues, I feel like an idiot once I notice a giant Virtuous engraved on his chest-piece. Err, dont kill him. Hes with those people we met this morning, an Azure Ascendant. Whats his name again? Daxian, right? Sorry, I didnt recognize you. What did you need

Please dont let this be about Pong Pong...

Rubbing his neck, Daxians cheeks burn red as he scowls at Guan Suo, though subdued enough not to say anything. Im here to bring you to see a mutual friend. Your Teacher is already there.

My stomach drops at the thinly veiled threat. Gesturing for him to lead the way, I follow Daxian out with Ping Ping and Guan Suo in tow, wishing I could send them both away and spare them from Gang Shus fury, but Ping Ping refuses to remain behind and Guan Suo ignores all my silent warnings. How we slip out without anyone noticing, Ill never know, but it is with a heavy heart I go to meet my fate.

What else could it be? Gang Shu must have found Pong Pong and was so furious with my deception, he took Taduk hostage to lure me out. I dont know why he has to jump through all these hoops, but if I had to guess, its probably because of my status as an Imperial Scion. Either way, I doubt its enough to protect me from the wrath of an Ancestral Beast, though maybe I can beg him to spare Taduk, Guan Suo, and Ping Ping.

As for Blackjack... Even GangShu wouldnt murder the cutest little hare, right?

Chapter Meme