I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 133
Kagan added quietly, as if it might be an act of mercy to spare them from witnessing the horrors of war or going through something dreadful. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Of course, such special cases have only happened once or twice in Xiemanâs history.”
“Ah…”
“But even without such dangerous events, when the Katun dies, the Kagan usually follows shortly after,whether by suicide, murder, or simply disappearing one day.”
At his words, Nisha gave him a puzzled look but slowly nodded.
So, the two die together, then?
“Is it because they love each other too much?”
“I donât know. The reason isnât recorded. But I do know that my father probably wouldnât have wanted to live in a world without my mother.”
He shrugged again, speaking with a detached tone that didnât seem fitting when talking about his parents’ deaths.
“Youâre not sad about your parentsâ deaths?”
“Sad…? Well, I spent a lot of time apart from them. The Kaganâs heir is usually thrown into the desert before they even understand much.”
“Still…”
“Of course, itâs rare for them to actually die. Though it does happen.”
He shrugged once more and let out a small laugh.
“Put a smile on your face, Princess. Iâm fine.”
“I wasnât frowning or anything.”
“You know, it just looked like you were frowning, so I mentioned it.” Â
His outstretched hand brushed gently against her cheek. Â
Nisha accepted his touch with a slightly awkward expression, then slowly nodded. Â
“Alright, I understand.” Â
“Good. So, after we eat, what are you going to do?” Â
“Afterward? I was just planning to read a book today.” Â
“Really? And youâre not going to do that charging thing or whatever, right?” Â
Thereâs no need for that, is there? Â
She had already done it. Â
Even as she nodded awkwardly, Kagan laughed. Â
Knock-, knock-. Â
At that moment, there was a knock, and the maids entered the room. Â
As a lavish meal was laid out before her in an instant, Nisha blinked in surprise. Â
It was the kind of luxurious life she could never have imagined in Roshan. Â
‘…It’s still strange that this isn’t a dream.’Â Â
She thought this as she slowly brushed her hair back.
***
Crash-! Â
Smash-! Â
The loud noise of something hitting the floor echoed, followed by the shattering of objects. Â
A middle-aged man, breathing heavily and with a face twisted in fury, had a wound that made his expression all the more distorted.Â
The man, with a face looking even more menacing as he clenched his teeth, swept everything off the desk, smashing the items as he breathed heavily. Â
“What did that wench do?!” Â
“W-well, that is…” Â
The noble delivering the report winced, shrinking back.Â
He seemed terrified that the flying shards might come his way.Â
Fortunately, everything had already crashed to the floor, leaving only the debris to watch out for. Â
A black ink bottle had burst, staining the floor in a dirty mess. Â
“T-the current capital and lands of Xieman are recovering rapidly, and it seems it’s because of the princess…” Â
Whoosh-, crash-! Â
A cup flew past the noble’s face, shattering against the wall. Â
“Gah!” Â
The man gasped in fear, trembling as he hunched his shoulders. He hadn’t expected the cup to be thrown right at his face. Â
The man took a deep breath, trembling in tension. He was merely passing along information gathered by his subordinates, but even that wasnât easy. Â
The Emperor, drowning in alcohol from nightmares every night, held extravagant banquets in the palace daily, as if he despised the coming of night.Â
Even some of the nobles who enjoyed attending started wondering how long this could continue. Â
The cries of the starving people were growing louder, and the number of cases where taxes couldnât be met was increasing. Â
Even as a noble, he could see that no matter how much they squeezed the people, there was no more money to be had. Â
