Chapter 170. Genin Revenge (2) Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan Ishakan laughed softly. “You must go back. Your husband is surely waiting for you.” He was right, it was time for her to go home. Genin bowed and then began collecting the decapitated heads and stuffing them into a sack. She left with the bloodstained bag on her back. Though it was a few hours before dawn, when she arrived at her mansion it was still illuminated. The man who had been watching from a window immediately came out into the garden, rapidly pushing his wheelchair. His eyes widened at the stench of blood that filled the air around her. “Sorry I’m late.” Genin emptied the sack before his chair, the heads thumping onto the ground. “I have killed them. Finally.” His face was rigid as he looked down. He recognized those faces from his dreams. His voice trembled as he whispered. “...I told you it was okay.” Genin couldn’t speak, only shook her head regretfully. Her husband gripped the armrests of his chair. He knew Genin suffered from those memories. He had told her a hundred times that it was all right, to forget about it. Nothing could be done about it... But she had had her revenge. He understood how she must have felt when she killed him, and why she thought she had to bring them their heads. And so he told Genin what she needed to hear most. “Thank you.” The words made her blink, and he held out his arms to her. “Come here. Let me hug you.” Since he couldn’t stand, Genin knelt down and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. For the first time in a long time, she felt complete peace. *** Until she fell asleep, Leah had been with Ishakan. It would have been too much, if he had p3netrated her, so they only meant to touch instead, but it really was impossible for him to completely restrain himself. Ishakan slid his fingers inside her as he licked every part of her body. She cl!maxed multiple times, though she didn’t know how many, and fell asleep as soon as he made her swallow his s3men again. “......” When she woke, she was alone. Ishakan must have returned to the palace ahead of her because he had work to do. Physically, she did feel better than usual. It was embarrassing to admit it, but consuming his s3men did seem to work. Lying on the bed in the tent, she wondered about his past. On this subject he had very clearly refused, though Ishakan rarely told Leah no. If she had to guess at his past, it was probably related to the slave trade...Leah frowned. She wouldn’t solve anything by guessing. She stopped thinking about it. Sitting up, she pulled the rope beside her bed. “Leah, I’m coming in.” A voice she had never heard before came from outside the tent. The canvas door opened with a flash of sunlight as several Kurkans entered, and the woman in the front bowed. “From now on, we will serve you. I am Mura, your head lady-in-waiting.” Her new ladies had been chosen after a fierce competition. Leah’s eyes widened as she received their greetings. Mura wore her long hair tied back, revealing a small tattoo next to her left eye that looked familiar. It was the same size and shape as the tattoo beside Haban’s right eye. When she realized what Leah was looking at, Mura pointed at the tattoo and smiled. “Haban is my husband. I’d like to make it clear now that I won the position of your head lady-in-waiting on my own merit.” Haban had not intervened in the slightest. Mura had won it worthily. So saying, she neatly placed a hearty breakfast before Leah on the bed. As usual, it was a full tray. As Leah ate, Mura began to explain. “Please just listen as you eat,” she began with a smile. “Your wedding date is set. It will be in two weeks.”