(WEB NOVEL): Under the Oak Tree - Chapter 222 of Under the Oak Tree
“Come in here. You’ll get come down on.”
Remaining behind her, Riftan folded his arms over her abdomen and Max rested back on his strong middle. His jaw felt harsh as it brushed against her cheek, making her neck shudder. His lips brushed against her sanctuary and with his free hand, measured her actually shivering chest. As the air became heavier and more muggy, one more blaze of lightning filled the sky again followed by a stunning thunder. The sound was clearly to the point that it seemed like the sky would fall right over their heads. Riftan moaned softly and delicately pulled her shuddering body back to bed.
“I need to watch. You should remain here until the tempest passes.”
Max’s eyes enlarged at his assertion. “Is it safe to say that you are going out… in a tempest like this?”
“The ponies will be anxious. I really want to examine the corrals and ensure our safeguards are flawless.”
Riftan took out another flame and lit it, making a weak gleam in obscurity. He made a speedy showing putting on his protective layer while Max sat on the bed, paying attention to the weighty raindrops like that of roaring pony hooves. She could hear the breezes thundering, influencing the tents, and the thundering sound of thunder and lighting. Now and again, she would hear the critical shouts of the warriors somewhere far off. Her heart beat at the savage commotion brought naturally that would appear to air out paradise and earth. Max’s demeanor was put with stress as she asked Riftan.
“Due to what happened y-yesterday… won’t there be any issues?” Riftan, who was putting on a robe, stopped and turned his head. Max brought her eyes and went on down to talk. “As a result of me… there are debates between the partnered powers… ”
“How is that your shortcoming? Licht Breston was the initiator. That jerk has been creating problems well before you appeared.” Riftan nonchalantly discredited. “As you have seen with your own eyes, the Commander of Balto’s powers have been threatening towards me for quite a while. Regardless of whether you weren’t involved, he would have tracked down alternate ways of inciting a battle.”
Max’s face solidified and soon, indefinable outrage flooded as she recalled the profane words that savage had flung at Riftan. “Riftan did nothing w-wrong… for offending you like t-that… he is a truly horrible individual.”
Riftan took a gander at her with an odd search briefly then shrugged as though he is utilized to such a way of life of contempt and aggression.
“Licht Breston comes from a renowned family that has existed since the Roem time. His dad is a knight marked as the rebirth of Uigru in Balto. In that sense, he scorns the possibility of a modest man like me, on equivalent grounds with his dad.” He made sense of with a disdainful grin. “I have disregarded his irritating tricks as of recently, however this time I can’t simply allow it to go unnoticed. I’ll ensure he’ll at absolutely no point in the future have the option to move toward you.”
“Yet, we are at war. In the event that there are I-unseen fits of turmoil… ”
“I have zero desire to slice an edge through that knave at the present time. Simply an admonition for him not to have the option to bring any hardship.”
Hearing the virus tone in his voice, Max’s interests just heightened. She didn’t have the foggiest idea what he was arranging, however it was clear even to a three-year-old that he wouldn’t adopt an extremely serene strategy with his advance notice. With pale lightning blazing through the skies and striking his face, his all around sharp highlights looked significantly more terrible and savage than expected. As though detecting Max’s trepidation, Riftan bowed before her and mellowed his looks
“How is your body? Does it hurt?”
He drew delicate circles kneeling down with his cowhide gloved hand and Max shook her head with a blush.
“I’m f… fine.”
“And your physical issue?”
“My wrist is n-not… hurt to the mark of injury.”
Riftan took her wrist tenderly and painstakingly inspected it. At the point when he saw that the expanding had blurred a little, he delivered her. “I’ll bring Garrow and Yulysion so remain inside until the tempest passes.”
Max gestured and Riftan kissed her delicately on the lips prior to leaving. Max observed tragically as he strolled into the unforgiving tempest. It made herextremely upset imagining that he will go through the day under the furious climate. Besides, she felt responsibility gnawing her since she was inside the comfortable tent without help from anyone else, meandering around it inactively.
After a few time, Yulysion and Garrow, drenched, entered the tent. Max promptly ran towards them with a small bunch of dry towels.
“Much thanks to you, m’lady.”
The young men thankfully acknowledged the towel and cleared the downpour off their heads. They then, at that point, removed their drenched robes, draped them by the entry, and strolled toward the main light that enlightens the space. Just when they drew nearer maxed see Yulysion’s crippled face. His eyes dropped and his shoulders drooped as he checked her out.
“The woman should be exceptionally shaken due to what happened yesterday. I’m profoundly grieved. It was my shortcoming, I ought to have prevented those monsters from bugging the woman… ”
“N-No! As I said yesterday… It’s not Yulysion’s shortcoming. You fended them off valiantly for me. Rather… I ought to be appreciative.”
“M’lady… ” Yulysion was essentially crying, and his face illuminated to his typical brilliant face.
Max gave an off-kilter giggle as she reviewed how he shouted at the ones who were a head taller than him like an irate dog. The manner in which he was taking a gander at her now with delicate round eyes was equivalent to a sad little dog, to the point that it made her marvel where was the stately knight who safeguarded her without giving any indications of pain regardless of the development that occurred.
“Is it true that you are harmed some place?”
Garrow draped his wet towel on the rear of a seat and took a gander at her worriedly, and Max immediately shook her head.
“I’m f-fine. Just… somewhat shook.”
“From here onward, we’ll get not at all like that done once more and safeguard you with most extreme tirelessness.”
Max grinned with incredible appreciation and drove the two young men to the table. They lit another candle and ate together while paying attention to the thundering precipitation. In the wake of filling their stomachs with wine and bread, the two young men got up and started stuffing bits of fabric between the holes during the tents to keep water from spilling in. Yulysion and Garrow were determined not to allow Max to work but rather she was unable to sit inactively while they worked in the tent so she demanded helping them. Time elapsed by quickly as them three tucked bitumen-lined fabrics between whatever might allow the water to leak inside the tent.
The tempest went on for about a portion of a day prior to the noisy drumming of the water died down and the thunder of thunder progressively blurred. Max moved up the fold at the entry and watched out. The dull tempest mists gradually retreated, uncovering the pale dark sky and permitting the weak beams of daylight to look through. The downpour was still very weighty as it framed enormous puddles all over the place, hitting branches and tents, yet it has dwindled because of the quieting wind. Max snatched her robe and pulled the hood over her head. Seeing her going to leave, Yulysion, who was cleaning Riftan’s reinforcement, got up from his seat and ran towards her.
“Is it safe to say that you are going to the hospital?”
“I need to… check assuming the injured are doing okay. May I take a brief trip and see them?”
“Security has been fixed because of the previous occurrence, so it ought to be fine.” He checked out outside, attempting to find somebody dubious voluntarily prior to gesturing. “There is a crisis meeting at the base camp. The Northerners are likewise there, so the previous episode won’t repeat.”
“An e-crisis meeting… ?”
“There have been a few odd ways of behaving with respect to the beasts.” Garrow made sense of, it was done to respond to before her inquiry. “As per the scouts who came in during day break, a portion of the savages have begun moving west. They are attempting to figure out what the beasts are doing.”
“Will it be a-okay being accumulated in a similar spot? The knights of Balto… I believe they’re ve-extremely furious… ”
“The Remdragon Knights are a few times more enraged than they are.” Yulysion’s frosty purple look solidified. “Be that as it may, they will not play the fool like beginning a contention when our foes are planning some mischief. Breston has that much sense.”
Max glared, she genuinely questioned it. The Commander of the Knights of the Balto Forces openly offended and acted with brutality towards a lady. What’s more, on the off chance that that wasn’t sufficient, that monster of a man openly scorned Riftan and required a retaliatory duel.
“He’s a horrendous individual… Will it truly be a tranquil get-together?”
Max’s face blurred with vast concerns. Luckily, their concerns were lost. Hours passed, and she had not heard any explosions or insight about a duel among Riftan and Licht Breston in any event, when the sun started to set. That was on the grounds that a seriously squeezing thing happened, an issue that facilitated any type of antagonism between the two men.
As the night fell, Riftan got back to his space to put on something else rapidly.
“There is a fight at the cutting edges. I should leave for the fight to come immediately.”
Max was finding a seat at the table, cutting spices, when her eyes extended at the surprising news. It several hours away before 12 PM, due to the thick downpour mists, all that outside was completely dark. She felt shudders run hearing that Riftan will be heading off to war under the downpour, in complete haziness.
“I-is it a hard and fast conflict?”
“Not yet. Notwithstanding, I’ll get it going.” Riftan answered dryly as he eliminated his wet boots and put on another pair.
“Get it going… w-what do you mean by that?”
“This fight is by all accounts just a light incitement, however I’m wanting to make a move to achieve a full scale war. I will stop this cursed conflict.”
Max really wanted to wriggle in nervousness and dread at the savagery and assurance in his tone. “Kindly… do nothing r-wild.”
Busy putting on something else and putting on his protection, Riftan stopped, and his head flew towards hers with a disapprove of his lips. Then, at that point, he gagged out a giggle as though he hadn’t heard much else ludicrous.
“Presently, look who’s telling who to avoid anything wild.”
Max solidified at the joke in his tone. Understanding that he might in any case be frantic at her slipping into this conflict, Max goaded him cautiously.
“Is it safe to say that you are still… distraught?”
“How about I let this go with such ease?” He grunted as he answered enigmatically. “I actually can’t excuse you for coming the whole way here and I’m giving my best for control my annoyance. Until I can return you once again to Anatol without a solitary scratch, don’t anticipate that I should facilitate my temperament.”
“B-But the previous evening… ” began Max however she immediately shut her mouth.
Her cheeks flushed red with humiliation at what she was going to say, and she modestly curved the fix of her dress in her grasp. She lifted her head in the odd quiet that out of nowhere fell. It was difficult to accept however there was a slight red color that likewise conformed to Riftan’s cheekbones. He ungracefully cleared back his hair that was clammy with the downpour and checked her out.
“Do you have no clue about what I feel when you’re before me? I have been chaste for a really long time in this fruitless spot! How could I should respond while you’re lying close to me?!” He moved toward her, putting a little distance between their noses and moaned. “It resembles shaking a bone before a starved canine. Be that as it may, I had no goals of doing it with you in a spot like this! I would have rather not held you so that would cause you to feel like a simple fulfillment to my fleshly longings. However, even taking a gander at you, I was unable to keep myself down… ”
Riftan snarled furiously however shut his mouth when he saw the unexpected on her elements. He scoured his face generally and mumbled as though he was totally depleted of life. “I will end this fucking battle soon. Up to that point, if it’s not too much trouble, deal with yourself.”
Max was totally stunned at his eruption, and just gestured accordingly. Riftan headed towards the exit of the tent holding the handle of his sword. Seeing his back retreat, Max woke up from her trance and pursued him in a rush. Riftan’s body hardened when he felt her thin arms folded over his midsection. She gripped onto his side and gazed toward him tensely.
“You shouldn’t… leave furious like this. We don’t have any idea when this b-fight will end… I don’t have the foggiest idea when I’ll see you once more… ” Riftan took a gander at her defenselessly and Max begged him. She lifted her hand to lay on his cheek. “Guarantee me that… you’ll return securely, solid. I will… be cautious as well. Supportive of commitment. So… .”
Max’s voice dropped to a stifle as tears streamed. She immediately covered her face in his back when she could never again talk. Riftan turned and took her in his arms. The hand clad in chilly glove moved throughout her hair, falling over her ears and neck.
He mumbled with a shaking voice against her neck. “At the point when a full scale fight starts, all partnered powers will be focused on the front. There won’t be many soldiers left in Ethylene. Anything can occur, so ensure you generally have Garrow and Yulysion any place you go. Ruth will likewise be abandoned. In the case of anything occurs, go to him.”
Max gestured, her face covered in his chest.
“… I’ll return safe.”
Riftan kissed her on her ear cartilage and battled to deliver Max out of their embrace, similar to a youngster that gripped to her mom. Max snatched her shroud, needing to see him off however Riftan halted her by the entry.
“Phil Aaron will be heading off to war with us. Try not to emerge.”
“B-But I need to see you off… ”
He requested solidly and told Yulysion and Garrow, who were on backup. Max watched by the entry as he vanished into the black as night shade of downpour.
Lights were lit along the palace walls, revealing insight to the dim street and ponies in their own shield were directed to the entryways. At last, the knights mounted their ponies, framed their lines, and started walking out of the palace stronghold. The second the soldiers left, everybody in Ethylene turned out to be exceptionally watchful. The knights who stayed to watch the premises were remaining by the wall; their bodies tense and caution. The wizards additionally started to come out individually to introduce their enchanted apparatuses along the wall.