I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 105
Lo and behold.
Who would believe this was once the barren land of Xieman?
Even at night, the green trees swayed in the wind. Of course, they were all winter trees, resilient against the cold.
The trees in Xieman were unique.
To survive the frigid nights, they needed to be hardy during winter, but amusingly enough, these trees were often weak in the summer.
On the other hand, trees that bore abundant fruit in the summer couldnāt withstand the chill of the nights and withered quickly.
So, through grafting and more grafting, Xieman had cultivated its own breed of tree, no one had ever seen them flourish as vibrantly as they did now.
Kagan slowly blinked as he looked at the scene, which could only be described as awe-inspiring no matter how many times he saw it.
ā…Thereās no way a price like this comes without consequence.ā
He had heard endlessly from his father about how free-spirited his mother had once been.
And yet, they had taken her sight.
With that single loss, she had been robbed of her freedom.
She couldnāt do what she wanted, nor could she go anywhere alone.
That was why the previous Kagan had never brought another woman into his life. He hadnāt looked at anyone else.
Aside from the time he devoted to Xieman, he spent the rest of his days solely with her.
Even so, he lived with guilt. Time passed, and after generations had changed, it was as if freedom had finally been granted, and his mother’s sight returned.
At just the right moment, someone appeared who could heal his motherās eyes.
His father finally seemed a bit more at peace, but on the other hand, Kagan felt nothing but discomfort.
It disgusted him to think that permission to see the world again had been given, as if a generational shift had taken place.
He hated the feeling of being moved on a board laid out by someone else.
Now, he could somewhat understand why his father had managed the country so cynically.
A country sustained only by the sacrifice of one person.
How logical, and how filthy.
āWhat a truly wretched country.ā
Kagan muttered the same words his father had once spoken, turning his body.
The room he headed for was the one he had given to Nisha.
It was the room traditionally reserved for the Katun, meant for her to use and decorate as she pleased.
Usually, the Khan and his wife shared a room, but there was always a separate one for the Katun.
Nisha had decided to use that room for her abilities.
āDidnāt she say no light should enter?ā
Kagan paused for a moment before deciding to turn off all the lights on her floor. He summoned the butler for a final inspection and gave the order to handle it.
Since it was late, most of the servants were already asleep, and the butler, hearing his order, bowed without asking any questions.
Anyway, the Xieman clan had sharp night vision.
Among them, Kagan’s eyes were on a different level.
Even in the pitch-black darkness where nothing could be seen, Kagan could still make out something.
He saw things others couldn’t.
The searing pain that accompanied it was inevitable, but tonight, even that would be bearable.
If opening the door somehow disrupted her ability to recharge, he would have to apologize.
‘…Yes, Iāll do that.’
With that thought, Kagan unlocked the door with the key he had brought in advance, quietly and silently opening it.
The room was so dark that not a sliver of light entered.
The windows were thoroughly covered with curtains, and the bathroom door was closed. He stepped slowly into her room.
His quiet footsteps didnāt wake her.
He noticed a strange chill in the room.
Kagan frowned.
Something was off. An instinctive, cold sensation crept down his spine, and his mind cooled.
His brain was shouting that something was abnormal, but he couldnāt pinpoint exactly what it was.
He slowly looked around the room.
His golden eyes scanned the surroundings, and they gradually widened.
Any human should give off warmth.
Even a single breath taken in and out carried warmth.
But strangely, the room was unusually cold, unbelievably so.
