Chapter 13

It was nothing more than what they always wanted from himself. They also asked for things that did not fit his budget. There were many girls who showed off as if it was something just because they hugged him a few times. The woman he was holding in his arms right now was no different from the countless women who had passed by him. Shakar closed his eyes again, shaking away his thoughts as he felt the softness of the woman’s body unconsciously crawling into his arms in the cool air. And he dragged as many of his clothes as he could get his hands on, which he may have left off at some point, and covered the woman’s body. His body, which is twice as big as the girl’s body, will cover up the girl’s small body, but he will not allow other men to go anywhere on the girl.

He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t mind seeing his master’s naked body as he was cutting it to the point where he was sick of it. Additionally, he was used to the naked bodies of women warming his bed. However, it was his first time seeing his master holding the naked girl’s body tightly, hiding even a single piece of naked skin from his eyes, so he unconsciously paused in wonder. However, words came out of his mouth casually asking about the owner’s intentions. This was a question he always asked during the many battles he accompanied him on.

“What to do with the prisoners?”

“Kill them all.”

And his master gave orders without exception, just like any other. Zar obeyed the order with a familiarity.

“And I’m taking this girl with me.”

However, when he added the words after that, Zar’s eyes naturally turned to the woman covered by his body, but the woman’s body, covered by the large and thick body, was not visible at all in his field of vision. The owner was tightly tying the small body to his own in case even a hand got out.

“And the girl’s younger sister, too.”

His head, which had been lifted slightly, fell into the back of the woman’s neck again. At the sound of the skin being sucked and pulled for a long time, Zar quietly sits down.

Amelia forced herself to open her eyes, which were unable to open as she felt her body shaking. Then, she looked at the man who was holding her body in his arms, wrapped in a blanket. A strong arm was holding her up to keep her from falling off the horse she was riding. Maybe he felt her gaze, but all he saw was his strong chin.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, looked at her, and then turned to face her again. The strong sound of the horse’s hoofs and the low sound of the man’s heart reaching her ears were tangled together. Amelia found it funny that even in this situation, she was drowsily blinking her eyelids. Amelia, with her body devoid of any energy, helplessly leaned against Shakar’s chest and barely moved her mouth.

“What about Emily?”

“Not a single hair was touched.”

The rough language of the barbarian language, which seems to break between words, is unfamiliar to her even when she hears it. The language of the barbarians was more similar to the cries of animals than to the sounds of human speech.