Chapter 95 (1/2)

Vur sat across from Tafel with a table filled with food between them. Vur was shirtless with his crown resting on an empty chair next to him. Tafel wore a purple sleeveless dress that stopped at her ankles. Vur made a face as he swallowed his drink and sniffed at the empty goblet.

“Was it poisoned again?” Tafel asked as she eyed the liquid in the goblet next to her. She sighed and put her fork down as Vur shrugged. “You shouldn’t drink it if it is, you know?”

“Sometimes it tastes nice,” Vur said as he rinsed his mouth with a conjured ball of water. “And you know it won’t hurt me.” He glanced at the rose tattoo on his chest.

“But still, it makes me uneasy,” Tafel said and frowned. “You go through ten assassination attempts a day. There’s no need to take unnecessary risks. Why don’t you do something about the people targeting you?”

“They’ll give up eventually,” Vur said as he started to cut his steak. “It’s a waste of effort. My problems tend to go away if I ignore them long enough. The attempts are already starting to lessen.”

Tafel sighed and shook her head. She nibbled on a piece of bread and leaned back in her chair. She remained silent as she watched Vur eat. The corner of her lips quirked upwards as Vur used a fork to bring a cube of meat into his mouth.

“What?” Vur asked after he swallowed his food.

“Nothing,” Tafel said and giggled. “I was just thinking back to the first time you ate with my parents. You’ve gotten better at not breaking things.”

Vur stuck his tongue out before focusing his attention on his steak. “I’ve gotten better at a lot of things.”

“Oh? Like what?”

Vur rolled his eyes. “Like everything.”

Tafel smiled as she placed her bread down. “I suppose that’s true,” she said and leaned forward. “You’ve gotten better at controlling your emotions and thinking before acting. Although your common sense hasn’t improved one bit.”

Vur shrugged. “I think my common sense works well. It’s everyone else’s that don’t make sense.”

“Mm. You’re right. Everyone else is clearly wrong,” Tafel said and nodded. She rested her chin on her palm. A moment of silence passed as Vur chewed on his steak. “Hey.”

“Yes?”

Tafel’s cheeks flushed. “When are you going to marry me?” Her gaze lowered to the food on her plate. “Because, you know. We’re almost seventeen and all,” she said in a soft voice. “Most girls are married when they’re sixteen.”

Vur blinked a few times. “I thought you didn’t want to get married young,” he said and scratched his head. “Didn’t you want to be an adventurer?”

“What does being an adventurer have to do with marrying young?” Tafel asked and raised her head. “There are plenty of married adventurers.”

“I don’t know,” Vur said and rubbed his chin. “I just assumed you wanted to explore the world before you got married.”