I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 110
“There’s no need to kill you. There are plenty of ways to make you talk. I know your loyalty to your mistress, but she belongs to Xieman now.”
Kagan’s hand slowly wrapped around Mary’s throat.
Her neck, as delicate and slender as Nisha’s, was easily engulfed by his large hand. The tremor running through her became even more evident once he had grasped her.
His expression twisted with frustration.
Her tightly sealed lips showed no sign of opening.
“Do you want to die?”
“…….”
Though her lips moved slightly, she couldn’t produce a sound.
She was too consumed by fear to even scream. And yet… she endured.
‘…Why?’
Did she need a reason?
There were people who would go to any lengths to repay their debt of loyalty.
Feeling a distasteful sensation, like he was mocking or tormenting someone weaker, Kagan loosened his grip and let go, almost tossing her aside.
If she hadn’t spoken by now, it was likely torture would be the only way to get her to talk.
Of course, there was an equally high chance that even torture wouldn’t work.
“I’m not planning to harm your mistress. Nisha is my wife and Xieman’s Tun… or, as you might say in your terms, the queen. It’s my duty to ensure the safety of the nation’s queen.”
Suppressing his rising irritation, Kagan spoke to her, forcing calm into his voice.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and her eyes darted around as she began to assess the situation.
‘Yes, that’s the expression.’
It seemed like she might finally talk if pushed just a little more.
“I just want to know.”
“…….”
“Do you know what she did today—no, yesterday during the day?”
Kagan’s voice was still cold but had softened slightly compared to before. Slowly, Mary raised her head. Her eyes, meeting his sharp, golden ones in the darkness, shifted slightly.
“She brought someone back to life.”
Mary flinched, her whole body trembling as she lifted her head in disbelief.
‘So she didn’t know about this?’
Through her visible reactions, Kagan gathered several clues, a slight smirk curling at the edge of his lips.
“Hard to believe?”
“…….”
“Let me continue. Yesterday, after reviving someone, she seemed tired but was otherwise breathing and alive. Then, she entered her room last night, saying she needed to recharge.”
As Kagan spoke, he found himself recalling the events of the day, piecing them together.
‘Yes, she was perfectly fine.’
Though she seemed somewhat drained, he had insisted she stay in bed and carried her around for the most part, but she had been alive and breathing.
“You don’t have powers, so you wouldn’t understand, but powers like hers don’t come for free. Such power always comes with a price.”
“…….”
“I’ve fought against searing pain my whole life, and my mother lost her sight permanently. That’s what it means to bear something that isn’t human.”
Mary’s eyes trembled.
Her expression twisted slightly, revealing that she clearly knew more than she was letting on.
Of course, that made sense—otherwise, she wouldn’t have defied his orders to sneak into this room at such an hour.
It was likely she had been doing this all along.
Every time he had checked, there had always been warm water and a glass beside Nisha’s bed.
‘Why didn’t I think it was strange before?’
If it had just been water, he might have overlooked it, but warm water wouldn’t stay warm for long. Someone had to have brought it there recently.
Cursing himself for his lack of foresight, he clicked his tongue and sighed, though at least now he had a thread to follow.
“Speak.”
“…”
“Do you really want your mistress to die? Do you think the cost of bringing someone back to life is so simple?”
As Kagan pressed her, tears finally welled up in Mary’s eyes.
Drip-.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and Kagan’s face twisted in irritation.
He despised people who couldn’t control their emotions during a conversation, especially adults who resorted to tears as if they could solve everything that way.
Mary’s tears had simply been triggered by the painful thought of Nisha dying, nothing more.
“In the past…”
She finally managed to speak, though she bit down hard on her lower lip.
Her voice, choked with emotion, barely formed coherent sounds, but the important thing was that she had started talking.
“…You won’t abandon the princess, right? No matter what happens…?”
