PLAN SUICIDE ON WEDDING NIGHT - Season 3 Episode 67
Leah stared, too shocked to speak.
“I didn’t just kill them,” Ishakan clarified. “It is very easy to tear someone’s head off, I could do that anytime. It’s too fast, it’s not fun.”
She had just discovered that Ishakan ripped people’s heads off their necks when he wanted to kill them.
“It’s the same with that guy. I won’t kill him easily,” he went on. There was something dark and dangerous in that quiet voice. “He will be sunk to the bottom. I’ll pay him back for everything he’s done.”
They thought completely differently. To Leah, death was a tragedy, and a sufficient revenge by itself. But to Ishakan, death wasn’t a punishment. Death to a Kurkan was only a long rest.
She could not imagine what Ishakan considered a proper revenge.
Seeing her anxious thoughts, he smiled.
“I have said some very stern things to you,” he said, laying his large hand on her head and gently stroking. “You ought to rest a while longer.”
She didn’t want to go back to sleep. The sun was rising, and she had just woken up. Leah looked up at him, pleading in her eyes, and Ishakan’s eyebrows lifted. He didn’t know what she wanted.
All she wanted was a little quiet time with him. All her days had been chaotic lately. They didn’t even need to talk. If they could just walk together for a little while, hand in hand…that would be enough to make her happy.
But it felt awkward just to say that. For a moment, she mulled it over, searching for an excuse.
“Would you like to go to the market?”
Surely he didn’t often have time to wander the streets of Estia, and it was a good excuse to go out and walk together. Ishakan even looked interested in the spontaneous proposal, and then suddenly laughed.
“I have to buy meatball brochettes,” he said, laughing, as Leah looked at him in puzzlement. “Though I don’t know if there will be any in the morning.”
“…brochettes?” She didn’t know why he was talking about brochettes, but it didn’t matter, as long as they could go out together.
Quickly, she pulled on a hooded robe over her nightgown, and Ishakan checked to make sure her silver hair wasn’t visible and then lifted her into his arms.
“I can walk,” she protested.
“I know. It’s just to walk down the stairs.”
As they descended, they found the second floor empty, though last night it had been filled with Kurkans. Leah trailed behind Ishakan past the empty tables.
Ishakan found and bought some meatball brochettes, pork meatballs that looked crispy on the outside. The scent of their oil made Leah’s mouth water, and she barely had time to think it looked delicious before Leah realized it was gone.
Ishakan started laughing.
Leah stared at the empty wooden skewers in her hand, shocked at herself, and Ishakan roared with laughter as if she were a comedy he was watching. He caught her hand.
“And that’s enough of the market,” he said. “I know of a good place, do you want to see it? I’m sure you’ll like it too.”
Leah nodded, clutching the empty skewers in her hand as she followed him through the market. She still couldn’t believe she had eaten it all. Ishakan’s hand gently tugged her after him, pulling her against his side, when a muscular man suddenly fell onto the ground beside her, flat on his butt.
“Bastard!” The man shouted, rising to his feet so suddenly he almost knocked into Leah, and Ishakan kicked him backward. Other men crowded close around the man, who was furious, and she realized at once what was happening.
The muscular man had tried to collide with her deliberately. It was a common tactic among thieves, to cause a fuss and then steal money in the confusion. Of course, she wasn’t afraid with Ishakan there. Or rather, she was only afraid that he might start ripping heads off.
But Ishakan didn’t even have to do that. Pulling back his own hood, he revealed his face, and his golden, glowing eyes.
“Bar, barbarian…” The muscular man stammered, shocked.
Ishakan said nothing. He just stared.
“Oh…I’m sorry…” The muscular man apologized, looking very nervous.