Chapter 95 (1/2)

Translator: Wawaa

Editor: WilsonWilson

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Lara’s fingertips trembled. She could hardly continue her meal. Her heart was beating so loud that it felt like the food was going to jump out.

When Demian looked at her mouth, it felt like they were kissing. When he looked at her hands, she was thrilled and felt as if they were holding hands tightly. When he looked into her eyes, her heart rang and swelled, her body temperature rose, and it all made her feel the heat.

Lara took a sip of the wine and rolled it in her mouth. The lukewarm wine disappeared into her hot stomach.

Demian kept looking at her. Even though he was not talking, she could hear his voice in her ears. It was a voice that spoke of love, she could tell just by looking at his eyes. Through Demian, Lara first found out how a man looked at his partner when he fell in love. And she realized. He had the same look in his eyes when he looked at her in her past life.

She did not know how she could have ignored such a beautiful man for so long. She knew what those intense gazes meant. She knew what was growing in his dry and empty mind. His body temperature was high, but his touch was flaming hotter still. He was talking love.

“Demian.”

You always say you will listen to whatever I want. Yet you don’t even know that makes me sad.

“I want a lot of things.”

“Really?”

“I am a greedy woman. There are a lot of things I want to do, a lot of things I want to have, and a lot of things I want to achieve.”

Demian was interested. He tilted his head towards Lara, his deep blue eyes flashed with joy.

“Tell me about it.”

“I want to make the Barbarians heroes. I want them to be the victors of an honorable fight on a battlefield that they desire. And I want to spread the word to the people that they have saved the Tarragon Empire, and that everyone should bow down and thank them.”

“And?”

“I want to prevent the demon from toying with humans for their entertainment. I want the demon worshippers and black sorcerers to disappear into the darkness. So that the terrible history of sacrificing humans to please the demon does not repeat.”

“And?”

“I want all my people to be happy.”

Demian laughed. He had a certain look on his face as if implying that he had already expected that. While leaning on the chair, he leaned forward and approached Lara.

“Think about it again. There’s nothing in it for you.”

Everything Lara said was for others. It was for the world, the God of Fate, Barbarians, and the people around her. Demian pointed that out.

“So it is for you.”

“What?”

“You said you want to do everything. But everything is just for me.”

Demian placed his hand on the table and showed his palm. Lara placed her own hand on top of his as if she had been put under a spell. Her small hand could not cover Demian’s big hand, she trembled over it.

“Lara.”

Demian raised his finger and scratched Lara’s palm. He dug in between her fingers and rubbed her sensitive skin. He played with her palm with his short nails and counted the shallow wrinkles on it. He raised his fingertips and tickled her wrist.

“Tell me what you want.”

He whispered.

“Because that’s also what I want.”

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For the first time in his life, Domino was really into hotel life. Delicious food that was perfectly cooked, hot bathwater, and a clean and fluffy bed. Everything was satisfactory.

“My body now bathes in luxury and can no longer live in the mountains.”

“Bullshit.”

“That woman Demian loves must be an angel.”

“Whatever.”

“A rich angel.”

Lampion burst into laughter, he did not affirm or deny Domino’s words. While laying down on the sofa in a fleece gown and chewing dried meat, Domino suddenly brought out the thought that came to his mind.

“Don’t you think you can see why the Tarragon people treat us like uncivilized people?”

“Nope.”

“If they have been living this kind of life since they were born, reading books or drawing every day… then all they have ever caught is probably a bug that’s smaller than their finger.”

“Nope.”

“I kind of understand them.”

“You don’t have to bear in mind what the weaklings say.”

“You should model yourself after Oscar, dude. The world is changing. The Barbarians do not have many people left. Our children will now have to learn to live among those people.”

“Cut the crap. Barbarians are strong and will last forever. I will make sure that will happen.”

“How can you be so like your father?”

“Is that an insult?”

“Do you think it’s a compliment?”