Chapter 504

Chapter 504

Seated in my lap, Lin leans back and presses her cheek against mine while I hug her close, enjoying the fresh scent of ground herbs and soothing warmth emanating from her petite, delicate frame. Light as a feather, she settles into my embrace with a contented sigh before falling still and silent, her slow breath brushing ever so softly against my skin. So trusting and unguarded, it takes every ounce of self-control I have to leave her be instead of tickling her sides until she cant breathe, or faking a fart so shell laugh herself silly. As darling as her petulant scowls and furious frowns might be, its Lins bright smile which I love the most, making up the sun, moon, and stars in the sky of my heart.

Hubby, how come I dont feel anything?

...Oof. Words no man ever wants to hear, regardless of the circumstances. There goes the tattered remains of my pride and self-esteem, but at least were in a private setting. Before I can answer, my sweet, innocent wifey turns to Luo-Luo and asks, Do you feel anything?

Breasts pressed against my arm, Luo-Luo blushes and averts her eyes at the inadvertent innuendo, but her shaky, mirth-filled voice gives her away. No Lin-Lin, Luo-Luo does not feel a thing.

How about you Li-Li? Did you feel anything?

No. Huddled with Banjo and Baloo on the other side of her tea table, Songs cat ears lay flat on her head while she rests her chin atop the sleeping bears nestled in her lap, brow furrowed and lips pouty as she watches me with predatory focus. Under the table, her bare foot brushes against mine ever so slightly as if terrified the mere touch of skin to skin contact will be too alluring for me to resist, especially while the four of us are alone in her yurt. I felt nothing, Song says, her disappointment clear. Were it not for the Abbot, I would not have even known anything happened.

Resisting the urge to gnaw on Lins shoulder for setting off this deluge of ambiguous and distressful statements, I roll my eyes and explain, For starters, you need to have Spectres before I can Devour any, which none of you do. At least not anymore, according to the Abbot. It wasnt just Song, because apparently Luo-Luo picked up a hitchhiker or three before the battle began, but it too disappeared into my broken Core to never be seen or heard from again. Besides, Im pretty sure the whole process doesnt include a tactile response, else I or someone else wouldve noticed by now.

Mm... True. Turning in my lap to sit sideways, Lin snuggles in closer while looking up with her big, brown eyes, so wide and clear I could get lost in them for days. Hubby, Im scared of Spectres, so Im gonna stay with you alllll the time now, ya? You come sleep in my yurt, just to be safe.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

So charmed by her request and tempted by visions of night-time activities, I open my mouth to agree before my brain lurches out of the gutter and catches on to her nefarious game. No wifey, you will not be joining me on the outer wall, because not only will I feel better with you safe in camp, I also dont have the authority to bring you with me, so too bad.

Puffing her cheeks to chipmunk proportions, Lin scowls and mutters, Stupid Rainy, and I graciously pretend not to hear while inwardly delighting at her devious cunning. Its always been there, lurking just behind her adorably charming smile and childish innocence, a colder, more calculating mindset which never blinked when loosing arrows at delicious bunnies and other delectable and lovable prey. Its not that she hides the darker part of her personality, but rather its intertwined so closely with the rest of her that its hard to tell where the innocence ends and the darkness begins. Food is food, pets are pets, and she makes the distinction much easier than I can, able to snuggle with Mama Bun while eating skewers of grilled rabbit meat while smiling in unconflicted contentment.

Sweet and bloodthirsty, thats my little wifey, and I love her to bits for it.

Honestly, even with her staying in camp, Im still worried for Lins safety. Being stationed inside the fort walls means everyone is safer from the Defiled, but it puts us in a dangerous position should our allies turn on us. If Nian Zu is somehow distracted or incapacitated, whether it be by traitorous schemes or Enemy antics, that would leave Watanabe and his goons free to make trouble for my people in camp, meaning Lin, Luo-Luo, and my Death Corps Honour Guard. Alsantset and the others should be safe, but because of how efficient and impressive her quin riders proved themselves, theyll likely be called upon to muster out at the first sign of a Defiled force approaching, which means there will be exactly zero Officers in camp to protect my people. Watanabe could literally order his soldiers to run straight through my camp with weapons swinging and claim the situation was so dire he couldnt wait for my people to move out of the way. It would likely cost him his rank in the end, not to mention a hefty fine to replace my Honour Guard, but I doubt hed get more than a slap on the wrist with the crooked Disciplinary Corps looking the other way.

Its aggravating to think the Justicars believe theyre carrying out justice while railroading me like this. Id file a complaint, but itd probably just go to another of Jixings lackeys and the Justicars will be found innocent of all charges. I can see it now. Weve investigated our actions and cleared ourselves of all wrongdoing. Who judges the Justicars? Who?

...Whom? No, that doesnt sound right.

Cutting short my confused inner rant, Happy barges in without knocking while dragging a dishevelled and disoriented Altan alongside him, Yans little friend from the orphanage and a stalwart soldier of my (former) retinue. Closing the door behind him, the Abbot strides in last and leaves Kuang Biao and Lins veiled guards to keep watch outside, though I wouldnt put it past Guard Leaders arrogant underlings to have someone hidden inside the yurt without letting us know. Up on your feet now, Happy says, grinning from ear to ear while keeping the guests by the door and away from me. This time, do it slower if you dont mind.

Suppressing a sigh, I try my best not to sound rude or snippy. I dont have control over the speed. Im not even actively doing anything. It just happens. Weve already Cleansed the people who were worst off like Awdar, Ulfsaar, and a few others, but it seems like Happy and the Abbot intend to bring every single Tainted person from my retinue and Alsantsets in for Cleansing.

Im just glad they arent abducting random, Spectre-infused soldiers, though I have no doubt theyll eventually get there.

Waving aside my excuses, the Abbot interjects, Not actively, but it is highly possibly you are reacting in a passive or instinctive manner. Calm your mind and focus on nothing, yet be aware of every action, every thought, every emotion and sensation so you can better experience and describe the process.

Thoroughly confused, Altan sneaks a glance at Song and asks, Uh... Whats happening here? Aw, hes blushing. Hes got a crush on her. Thats adorable, but I will end him if he makes a move on her.

Hmph. Eyeing me with undisguised suspicion, the old half-wolf geezer asks, This have to do with yer Talent? What do ye call it? Suckin?

Oh for fucks sake... Devouring. How many other people know about it? Is he another one of the mysterious bigwigs behind the People like Guard Leader? I mean, hes old enough for the job, but he doesnt strike me as management material. Dirty and dishevelled, Id pegged him for the village slacker due to his favoured means of transportation and love of sleeping, unwilling to even ride a quin and preferring to be piggybacked like a child. To be fair, it looks kinda fun, and since Im only a little taller than the old wolf is, I could probably get away with doing the same. Strap a harness on Huus back and we could go into war together, with him sweeping away the chaff while I fire spring-powered bullets at Defiled leadership, an unstoppable duo for the history books.

...Except Unity wouldnt have survived the trip to Sinuji, much less an attempt to fire it, not to mention how Huu and I arent that close anymore. Reality sucks.

Well?

Well what? Oh right, I didnt answer his question, but if I do, its giving Huus Tainted status away. Instead of answering, I ask Huu, How much do you trust him?

Unconditionally.

My old friend answers without hesitation, so after studying him for a moment longer, I sigh and nod. Yea, it has to do with Devouring.

Okay then. Patting Huu on the head, the old geezer says, Lets go pup.

...Good sir, if you would please wait. Polite as can be, the Abbot blocks the doorway and offers a half bow in apology. Perhaps you are unclear, but this experiment can only be beneficial to Khishig Huushal here.

Says you. With Huus back turned to, I get to see the old geezer tuck himself back into his sling, which looks oh so snug and comfy. Sure, maybe the boy can handle any Spectres the pups got on him now, but what happens after the boy dies? With luck on his side, the pupll outlive the boy a few hundred years, and them Spectres aint going nowhere, so its best he learn to deal with the Fathers whisperers now before the pups too old and set in his ways. Lose an uncle and a mount and the boy goes to pieces, Pei. Too fragile, these younguns, but we work with what weve got.

You knew about the Spectres already?

Yes. Turning around to face me, I can see the shame and regret in Huus eyes, his pain and fury lurking just beneath the surface and burning to be unleashed, but he reins it in tight with his iron will. It has been difficult, but I am managing my affliction. I ask that you leave my Spectres alone, for this is the path Ive chosen, to use them as a forge wherein I can temper my mettle. I will endure, or I will break, such is life. No need to worry, because if the latter should take place, then Great, Great, Great... Great Grand-Mentor here will put me down before I hurt anyone.

Without waiting for an answer, Huu shoulders his way past the Abbot and leaves Songs yurt, his head raised high and shoulders squared as he carries his burden with grace. I dont mean the old half-wolf, because I know first-hand how difficult life with the Spectres can be, but Huu is facing them head-on despite knowing theres an easier way out. Is this why hes been avoiding me? Why I havent seen hide nor hair of him since he left Sanshu? Because he knew I could Devour Spectres and didnt want me to mess up his training?

...

Or has he been avoiding everyone because he doesnt want to infect them with his Spectres? I mean... I heard he was often out in the wilderness training with Ghurda, so maybe it wasnt just me...

Hmm. Intruding upon my revelation, the Abbot says, What he said is not without reason. Perhaps this is why Junior Brothers retinue holds so many susceptible individuals, because their willpower has no chance to be tested. Lips pursed in thought, he sighs and says, This monk will ponder on this during meditation, but for now, perhaps Junior Brother should get some rest; the night is late and your health is of the utmost importance. Before I can point out hes the reason Im not asleep yet, the Abbot makes his escape with Happy close behind, leaving Lin, Song, and Luo-Luo and myself to clean up the dirt and mud splattered across Songs floor.

Many hands make light work, so soon enough, I crawl into my tent and find Mama Bun already fast asleep beneath the covers. Tucked in her arms is sweet baby Blackjack, and the sight of them snuggling together is almost enough to make up for Mama Buns unwillingness to move aside and make room. Such are the sacrifices we make for the ones we love, so I crawl into bed and lay at a bent angle while doing my best not to think about the horrific nightmares to come.

I dont mean actual nightmares, or the horrors of war either. Collecting Spectres is the first step to get better, but since my Devour range has been nerfed to touch only, this means that if I want to go about Cleansing Sinuji and collecting Spectres, then Ill need to be proactive about it, which means using celebrity status to set up a meet and greet with various strangers so I can make small talk and shake their hands.

Ugh. I would rather march out to fight the Defiled with only a rusty knife. Meeting new people is the worst...

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