Every one of them wondered what was in there. However, nobody truly dared to come even close due to the ominous feeling the place exuded.
Baron watched as the Priests poured holy water on each other’s bodies and around without a moment’s hesitation. The authority over nests was still with the temple.
One day, their endless questions about the nests would soon be resolved – one way or another.
Baron reached out into the air in front of him and summoned a giant dark sword. It was a sword made from no ordinary material, but as Aven said, the entire handle was broken.
How could Seira break the sword with only a kick? Her feet were small enough to fit in his hand!
Aven was the only person who saw the corners of Baron’s mouth lift up.
“I will go back to my tent for now,” he said.
“Wait, Baron!” Seira called out to him.
Baron walked briskly all the while ignoring Seira’s cries from behind him. He already knew she was going to follow him without even looking back or waiting.
As expected, Seira chased him into his barracks.
“Why don’t we use a good sword? Pommel was defective,” she asked him.
Baron took off his uniform jacket full of sticky black liquid, and threw them into the basket. He washed his hands and face from the acrid smell with water that was prepared beforehand.
Seira sneaked in a question, handing over a towel to Baron, who was busy washing without giving her a tiny glance.
“Do you think so as well, commander-in-chief?” she asked his consent, her voice soft and suggestive.
A sweet scent spread out in the space filled with the stench of iron and sand. Immediately after the battle, the seductive pheromones of a pure blood Omega instantly relaxed Baron’s senses that had been kept sharp as a sword’s blade.
Baron almost nodded without realizing what Seira was saying, managed to snap out of it as he chewed the inside of his mouth.
‘This is crazy,’ he sighed inwardly.
He had never been defeated by Philias Franto who was a pure blooded Omega by Viseltium. But with Seira, why was he so helpless? If another Omega had tried it against him, he would have been extremely irritated. However, Seira was different in a sense that her pheromones excite his body.
“You are only saying this just for the money, right?” Baron asked.
Baron swiftly turned round and looked down at Seira menacingly.
“Seira Askan…” he murmured her name, almost like a hungry call.
She responded curtly as she said, “What?”
Baron’s heart pounded on his chest like a beast that wanted to be freed. Her smiling face as she tilted her head to the side was more than enough to drive him nuts.
Seeing this, Seira almost laughed at him.
Baron did his best to put on a stone cold persona.
“Do you remember why we moved up the Guardian hunt?” he started to ask her.
“You thought it would overlap with the rut period, right?” she responded.
“You remember it well,” Baron praised her sarcastically.
He bent over to lower his height towards Seira’s level, and gazed into her eyes with a squint.
“But if you keep provoking me like this…” he whispered, wiping the black blood on her cheek with his index finger. “I think it might start earlier than scheduled. Like perhaps, right now.”
There was nothing to be desired about him. Whatever the truth, it had to be.
“After spending the night with you, you’ll forget about the sword. I’d rather give you a couple of Dambons,” she said to him.
The corners of Seira’s smile went down and returned to their normal places. The scent that had covered the entire tent had slowly dissipated as well without a trace.
She turned, pushing his hand against the back of her hand that touched my cheek.
“Leave it to repair and charge for it,” she said without even blinking.
If she felt like she could gain something even just a tiny bit, Seira would do everything and use anything she had in her arsenal to lure her opponent. But she would never feed the ego of those who mock her.
Just as Seira decided at that instant that she was only wasting her time, it was Baron who became nervous as she started to leave his barracks.
“Why don’t you stay here and join me for dinner?” he suggested.
Seira glanced back at Baron and asked in an indifferent tone, “Why should I do that?”
“Now that the Guardian mission has been completed, I plan to release the soldiers for a day or so. To repay for yours and Aven’s performance, we would love to sponsor for Askan’s liquor and meat,” Baron said with a glint of pride, “Don’t you like it?”
Baron meant that he would take responsibility for providing high-quality products, and not just merely supplying. After a few moments thinking to herself, Seira finally decided to accept his offer.
“If the commander-in-chief has decided so, I’ll follow him,” she firmly said.
Baron was in all sense annoying, but the food was innocent so she was willing to compromise. There was nothing more rewarding than for a boss to feed his subordinates well like rabbits.
“Alright,” Barron nodded, swallowing a sigh of relief.
When she was born, she was in Askan, when she grew up, she was in the Imperial Palace. Seira was surrounded with precious things, but she was surprisingly never picky about food. She ate anything as long as it was good, whether it was military food or not.
She had no appetite whatsoever. After all, it was the right choice to fall over for her knights.
“Oh, but wouldn’t it be better to take the medicine just in case?” Baron asked her.
Seira whispered as she swept her hand across the back of her neck, “Actually, I’m a little close, too. I think it’ll start in a few days.”
Then, she made a word without making a single sound just by licking her lips, ‘Heat.’
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