Chapter 97: Burrying the hatchet (1/2)

”I can't believe I did it,” Irea muttered to herself as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

For the entire week, she was trying to convince Layn to make up with the prefect. Not because she wanted to spread love and friendship wherever she went, but because that prefect was one of the highest civilian authorities in the entire warcamp.

'And with his plans to create his own school,' Irea thought. Her lips quivered before forming a thin line. 'If he wants his school, then he needs to start learning how to curry favors!'

After a few moments, Irea stood up from the bed. Even though there was still some time before the people would start to return to the warcamp, she already had her hands full with preparations.

'We stocked on food, water, and weapons, we have the camping equipment… I guess I will start with dinner then!' Irea recounted in her mind before grabbing her pouch and moving outside.

'Right now, he should be heading for the meeting I arranged,' she thought while looking towards the lodging district. Far behind the entire area homes of the entire staff was located. On the other hand, her destination was right in the camp's center.

”Hello, young miss!' One of the stall owners called out to Irea as soon as she appeared on the square.

”Hello,” Irea said while nodding her head. 'This leecher,' she added in her mind, as soon as she passed by the man, hiding her face from his sight. 'Do you think I don't know you are looking at my ass whenever I'm here?' Irea complained to herself while beating the man down in her mind.

'Sadly for you, this ass is for Layn and Layn alone!' she added. Only a moment later, the daringness of this thought caused a slight blush to appear on her cheeks.

”Oh, hello,  little miss,” another shop owner greeted her. This time, it was a sizeable lady managing a food warehouse. According to what Irea heard, this single warehouse supplied most of the Inns and stalls in the entire warcamp, making it the best place to look for ingredients.

”Hello, auntie,” Irea replied with a smile. ”Would you be so kind to get me some chicken and lamb?” She asked. ”Oh, and the spice mix of yours would also be nice.”

”Sure thing.” The sizeable lady answered before turning around her own axis, approaching the doors behind the counter, and shouting. ”You heard her! Bring some chicken, lamb, and our mix!”

The lady moved her head back and smiled at Irea. ”Dinner for the two?”

”Yeah,” Irea replied while blushing a bit. Before this lady, she was as good as an open book. It only took two visits to the shop for the auntie to notice Irea's and Layn's relationship. By the third visit, she pulled Irea to the back of the shop before forcing her into a several hours-long interrogation, falsely named gossip-sharing.

”If that's the case,” the sizeable lady rubbed her chin for a moment, before suddenly smashing her right fist into her left palm. ”Give me just a moment, I will prepare something special for you!” the auntie ordered, before rushing to the warehouse hidden behind the front of the shop.

'Just what is this with this lady,' Irea asked herself in her thoughts before shaking her head and slapping her cheeks a few times to regain the clarity of thoughts. 'Either way, there will be dinner, daily lesson, some cultivation and then,' Irea's cheeks turned red once again.

'To think that doing that would become a part of my daily routine,' Irea thought as redness overtook her entire face.

”I'm back, honey!” Before long, the auntie returned with several bags hanging from her hands. She placed them on the counter before opening each of them and explaining the content.

”Here is your meat, chicken, and lamb. This bag here has spices, this one has some vegetables… And this one is the special gift from me.” The sizeable lady said while accepting the money from the girl.

”Special gift?” Irea asked. While it was obvious it had something to do with the thing she mentioned earlier, but that didn't make it any easier to guess what this auntie had in mind in the first place.

”Listen here and do it carefully because I won't repeat.” The auntie changed her tone while leaning over the counter in order to sound like someone conspiring. ”You take this bottle and feed it to your sweetheart's drink. I guarantee,” the woman sent Irea a wink, ”that you won't regret this later on!”

”Alright!” Grabbing up the backs, Irea cut the small talk and left the place. With the ingredients in place, preparing the dinner wouldn't be a problem anymore.