Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 102: Scene CII

"Aslak. Come here a tad." — The warlock that had gone to the other tribe members to learn of the remnant preparations, called for the awkward Archduke staring dubiously at those surrounding his wife.

"No." — Nonetheless, he answered.

"Come here, he-goat!! I got no patience for ya shit!"

"..." — Continuing to stare at the woman, his hand refused to let go of her figure. Feeling more upset as he knew Otrur Nolsvun could be as annoying as the unsettling sensation.

"Oi, don’t enrage old Otrur, Myrkzver. Tha hunt wasn’t easy, Ya know?"

Ewelina peeked at the frustrated warlock at Vinka’s comment, who was mumbling curses as he was about to go drag her spouse to follow him. And so, letting their gazes meet, she lightly flinched as she noticed the man’s fixated stare.

"... Husband." — She took a moment to compose her surprise, solely to softly converse with the reluctant Aslak. — "Do go ahead, I am to stay here and continue to help prepare the bonfire."

The hand of the woman gently came to rest on that of his around her waist, useless, for his force would not let it loose.

However, she was sweetly daint in demeanour and sound. His lids lowered, peeking discreetly at the female savage and distasteful Yngve... Only to lean on the woman’s cheek to show that permitted affection. — "... Alright. Come meet me later, wife."

"Y–... Yes. I shall."

The man mischievously moved his hand to touch Ewelina in tempting graze, leaving the group with a warning gaze.

"Umh, it seems fire must be lit..." — Ewelina said. And Aslak smirked as he heard the woman speak, lightly flustered in her sound. Meeting in his path the angered warlock.

"Darn cock, a tad more and I curse the Earth because of ya. Come here to help with the butcher. We got these thinking of your mate."

"? We didn’t tell we were falling today."

"Everyone in Kleifar said she would probably fall soon from the crag. The tribe that stayed said she visited often while we weren’t here."

"I know. She told me." — Taking in his hand an offered blade, Aslak dryly retorted.

"Well... It was Yngve’s idea to hunt one more as a gift in mind, aie."

"... What."

"We aren’t that many to eat three of these boars. He hunted that one by himself. See? That one he dropped there." — Nonchalantly, Otrur continued as he pointed with the knife at the huge boasting boar, aware of the effect it would raise in the young leader. — "... He said it was to give appreciation to your Female. Yngve healed well with her aid."

"....."

A malicious grin emerged on the warlock at the occupied silence of the barbaric Archduke, and as interested as he was, because of what the earth had whispered about the woman, Otrur Nolsvun came closer to Aslak’s side solely to inquire about the couple.

"Oi. Have you... Called her your Fatædi?"

"... I do. I say it often."

"Kwahaha! Great! That’s great, ya brute! What did she say when she learnt what it meant? Was she happy? Aaah~ the Veneer Female must have been happy."

"....."

"... Fucking ole. You didn’t tell her?"

"It’s not necessary, she should already know–!?" — His head was struck suddenly, making it turn back with a dangerous gaze at the warlock. — "... Wanna lose tha hand, Trur?"

"You cockered imp of a fool. She won’t know!" — The other fist of the warlock punched Aslak with more frustration. Commencing a fight of fists between the two.

"Tha fuck ya know! Mind your dirt first!"

"I’ve been telling ya nonstop!! This effing brute!!! LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY!!"

"Oi! Where’s Hrom!? Separate the Heads!!" — The men near said alarmed as they knew the danger the leaders were.

Both had separated from the friction of a moment. Yet such action was not relieving at all. Since the hands that had dropped the blades to butcher this time took their weapons, ready to clash stronger.

"What does it give ya, wrinkled arse! All ya want is preach about this fucking dust you so hear!"

"Oi!"

"OoooOUuuh... Belittle the Earth once more..."

"Hrom! Vinka!" — The men yelled, gaining strikes as they tried to restrain the pair.

"Ai ai~~! Hehe, these arses can’t hold their bad blood for a breeze!" — Rushing to aid, Hrom told Vinka as they went to get hold of the Leaders. — "Ya go for Trur."

"Ai."

"Tsk. It can take my waste for all it gives!" — Aslak growled with a deathly sound to the warlock’s warning. — "Get off Hrom!"

"Naie." — Hrom grinned.

"Fucking chunk–"

"H-husband...?" — Then Ewelina cautiously stepped forward. Concerned by the sight of what was previously learnt about the leaders not being able to stay near peacefully.

"... It’s nothing."

"Hah. No, it’s not." — Otrur scoffed, still annoyed yet amused at the woman’s power. Shaking Vinka’s hold to step forward. — "... Veener Myrkzver, it’s fine. I ain’t killing him for your sake."

"I’m who’s killing you, delusional fu–"

"..."

"... Sigh, damn it, Woman! Don’t stare! No blood, I get it!" — Annoyed at the eyes of his wife looking at him intently, Aslak turned his back on her kicking those around him to continue grumbling to himself. — "Fuck. Effing warlock..."

"Ha! He’ll behave Female Myrkzver. Go on. Back to your doings."

"Umh... Alright..." — Peeking at the spouse that wouldn’t look at her, Ewelina went back along the entertained Hrom and the intrigued Vinka.

While the wild Archduke caught a glance of a sneer from the warlock who also turned to continue the butcher.

Frowning frustrated for not being able to take Otrur’s guts out, he clicked his tongue, resuming their conversation aware that his wife wouldn’t approve of violence before her eyes.

"Tsk. Dismiss tha smirk."

"Praise to the woman. Who would have thought~"

"..... I’m not telling her... Yet."

"... Aslak. Don’t tell me your rough arse is nervous to say it."

"No."

"... Earth be blessed. Its colours might become unnatural when Sortnafeigr’s owner became like this. It threw the high men because of you, ignorant brute."

Deep inhalation, one of teasing concern while the other was of great displeasure resounded between them, making the surrounding savages feel on edge as their instincts told the danger of their ground’s owner.

"I also want to tell her. I call her Fatædi and she likes it... It’s meaning. I will tell it later since she already smiles."

"...hmph. Your choice. I keep telling you to be careful for her past is deep and hurtful but you won’t listen... May you say it when it’s not late."

The barbaric man held his silence to the words the resigned warlock told, peeking behind to see the frail woman move like any other and frown as the sight of Yngve was found near her.

"..."

His head came back to look at the meat they were cleaning from its layer of fur and piercing it with the blade, Aslak continued to speak.

"I want privacy."

"What are you blurting now? Ya taking a shit?"

"Haaaaah... I wonder how that dirt of yours keeps you alive old Trur. It must be real for no one to have killed you before."

"The Earth is great, aie."

"... The tent. I will take my woman there. Don’t intrude on us."

"..... Leave her legs alone. Poor woman."

Stab stab stab. The sound of the hunt being pierced by the blade followed the warlock’s sayings.

"... It’s good the hunt is here to replace you."

"... It is."

"Respect my lung."

"I do."

"Don’t mention our privacy. Only I can."

The severe expressions of the leaders maintained the seriousness of the spouse fierce. Ultimately summoning a pleased smile from the warlock.

"The tent is yours. Groom your female as a Jazhara would."