I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 139
“…Why?”
“Hm?”
“There’s plenty of space…”
“Yeah, but you’re not over there. I want to be next to you.”
With that, Kagan casually wrapped an arm around Nisha’s waist, lifting her onto his lap.
“Wait, hold on! Why… why do you have to…!”
“Who knows, maybe I need you to charge me as well?”
Kagan pressed his forehead gently against her shoulder.
The heat radiating from his touch had become noticeably intense lately.
The pain in his eyes, a constant presence, seemed more unbearable than before.
Whether it was because he had grown used to Nisha healing him or because his will had simply become weaker, he couldn’t quite tell.
“…Your eyes hurt?”
Nisha felt the heat from his forehead against her shoulder, cautiously asking.
“The usual.”
Though Kagan’s voice was calm, Nisha sensed a hint of suffering in it.
Instinctively, she reached out, but Kagan quickly grabbed her hand and pushed it back into the water.
“I’m fine.”
“…But.”
“I don’t want you using your power like that.”
Like that?
But wasn’t it his own pain?
The man before her was someone who had endured countless battles, bearing scars all over his body.
There was no way a mere ache around his eyes would make him frown like that.
It had to be a pain beyond imagination, yet he shook his head with a composed expression, which made it all the more unbelievable.
Why?
She could heal him in an instant.
“Your power is noble.”
“…It’s not that noble.”
“It is, Princess.”
Kagan held Nisha’s hand firmly in place, his voice heavy as he whispered.
Not noble?
The medicine she had taken so many times, filled with resentment and desperation, had always been pushed down her throat.
She had mocked her own life dozens of times, swallowing it down like it meant nothing.
Nisha’s life was light and insignificant, in her eyes. It wasn’t noble at all.
Nobility? She had thrown that away long ago.
The reason she took the medicine wasn’t for others.
It was for herself.
Healing others had merely become an excuse to repeat the same action again.
Yes, that was Nisha.
Her life wasn’t noble.
“Princess.”
As if reading the storm of emotions swirling in her violet eyes, Kagan smiled gently and spoke again.
“You are noble.”
He spoke again with unwavering conviction.
His golden eyes locked directly onto her violet gaze.
“Do you not think so?” Kagan asked, as though he had peered into the depths of her soul.
Nisha couldn’t nod, nor could she shake her head. Seeing her frozen in silence, Kagan spoke once more.
“You are noble. From now on, believe that, Princess. Everything that wasn’t noble in Roshan is noble here in Xieman.”
“…Why?”
“From the moment you became my one and only Katun, your nobility was determined by that alone. Even if you had no powers, just your existence would have made you noble.”
A Tun sacrifices.
And because of that, they cannot be anything but noble.
Even when the gods take something from them and curse them, they never give up on life.
Just for that, to a Kagan, a Katun can only be described as noble.
“That’s why I don’t want you to recklessly use your powers.”
Plop-.
A droplet of water clung to the ceiling and fell onto the surface of the bath.
Nisha blankly turned her head to look at him.
This man, with such a fierce face, embraced her so gently, and effortlessly spoke words filled with tenderness.
It amazed her.
Noble?
She had never once considered herself to possess such a thing since birth.
Her title was “Sewer Rat Princess” and that was to be expected.
Yet Kagan described her as noble and precious.
