Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 236: Scene CCXXXVI

Ewelina, after composing herself from the trembles the danger had provoked, reigned her rumbled thoughts, standing from the floor she needed to remain at to amass some force as well as coldness... for aware that the man laying to her feet was the head of those taking the Castle, the Archduchess contemplated on the matters to be done so any battle could find a definite end.

“..... Yngve.” — She called to the savage that had vacated the room instinctively respectful to her panic which needed to settle, and dubious for he had expected the woman to come out on her own, Yngve heeded the call; staring at her from the very entrance to raise his brow as he saw her continue to stand right next to the Felios’ heir body. — “Come here, there is something I need you to do.”

“... What is it.”

“I’ll need the head of this man.”

“...”

“We have to show it to his men so they will halt any opposition. If they are still fighting... the sight will convey it’s time to lower their weapons” — Aware that he found it rare for Ewelina to request such, the woman explained severe and impassive. For although she would be sorry for any other... men of her own were fighting against a man that wanted to soil her and kill her out of entertainment. — “May I ask this task of you?”

“... Tha head was cut for tha most part with the hit.”

“We need the whole head. Once you take your axe out his features will still be recognizable even though it reached a great part of his face.”

“... A’ight. I’ll do it.”

“Blessed thee earth...-?” — As she moved away giving her gratitude, the savage’s hand stopped her. And although his grasp surprised Ewelina, it wasn’t after a moment of meeting his gaze which frowned that she moved the arm away so he would lose its hold. — “What is it.”

“... Veneer Female. Are you alright?”

“... I am... Once again, blessed thee earth, Yngve. Your axe aided myself at the right moment.” — Fondly, the wife expressed her gratitude again, forgetting her reticence to his hand and softly smiling at the savage that had saved her timely. Provoking complex sensations in the wild man for even at her gentleness, he acknowledged there was no other meaning but appreciation in her smile.

“... The debt I had to ya is settled with this.”

“Debt?”

“Ya healed the wounds I once had.”

“Oh... If you saw such as debt... I shall take it for paid so you may feel at ease. Hearing you ask if myself is alright was unforeseen, haha... I am glad I treated those wounds. You also healed fast.”

“It’s settled then.”

“... Yes...” — She answered as he turned his back on her, signalling the conversation was over while crouching to take back the axe stuck in the dead man’s head.

Ewelina, then walked outside, hearing the brief cracking and fleshy sound pulling the axe made to then hear another stronger and thunderous that did as she had requested. Invoking slight nausea, which she controlled with her eyes closure.

Little after, the savage followed right behind her, carrying the head hanging from the red hair that obtained a darker colour with the blood of its owner.

The Archduchess, although disturbed by the image remained composed for no more weakness should be shown to those accompanying her, and walking out of the room, she headed to the front yard where Nu and Kelly rested from the battle unfolding at a near Hall... meeting them as she noticed their presence as well as hearing the noise of fighting men.

“... What happened?... and why are you here, Nu? Was I not heard when telling you to stay back?”

“Ah... M-Master’s wife... Nu wanted to help and protect-”

“Was I not clear while telling you that you aren’t allowed to come? Does my word mean nothing?”

“!?... Nu is ashamed to hear Master’s wife say that...” — Lowering her head saddened by the harsh tone Ewelina decided to speak with the girl, Nu held her own hands timidly... truly sorry to listen to this kind of reprimand from the gentle Archduchess. — “... Nu did hear Master’s wife...”

Nonetheless, even as it was also difficult for Ewelina as the youth of the girl made her strict resolve waver, the wife decided to lay her stare on the woman that once she appeared tried with the little force she had to at least sit before the Archduchess she has been trying to reach for months.

“... What happened to her?”

“... mn... uhm... Nu got mad a little... and tightened her insides...?! O-Only a little! Nu did not make Kelly boom!!” — Once peeking at the glare Ewelina gave after hearing her doings, the brakian mainglousse jumped wishing to excuse the scene and resorting to the affected to support her. — “Nu is telling the truth. Isn’t Nu telling the truth, Kelly?!”

“S-she only made it painful... I am alright...”

“Nu said the truth, Master’s wife!”

“... I know you don’t lie, Nu. It is your doings tonight that I am displeased at. We will talk about this further after we stop the battle and completely take back the Castle.”

“A-aie...”

After hearing Ewelina’s intentions the eyes of the child and the Orteu’s servant earned awareness of the head the barbarian accompanying the Archduchess carried nonchalantly, and Kelly’s fainting blue from the brakian’s attack deepened, for the face could be recognised as that of the son of the neighbouring lord she had seen Dina converse with in many occasions.

Ewelina, however, did not place interest in the woman’s bewilderment and said no more; pacing forward to the Hall she knew the men were fighting in. Opening widely the doors so the noise would bring their attention.

Thankfully, there weren’t as many standing as she had imagined, and to her appearance some of the fighting men’s impulse halted briefly enough so Yngve could throw the head to their feet so they could see it from closer... instilling the silence she needed to speak.

“... Do you still have the will to fight even with your leader’s head bleeding on the ground?”

A unified hold of their air appeared to resound in those present, and she saw the frustrated resignment in the opponents’ faces while one by one decided to drop their weapons, having no choice... for none of those that were of savage roots had gained deadly wounds unlike themselves.

“Wise you are, men... a shame it is that your Lord wasn’t.”