Chapter 401: Chapter 86 Death of Goris_1
Tiro had intended to chat with Rong Rong a bit longer, but ultimately Tifya had accompanied him here, thus he reluctantly agreed to leave with Tifya and their servant.
Watching them leave, Rong Rong turned to Fagle and asked, "Grandpa, who were they? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before."
Fagle smiled and said, "They are the grandson and adopted granddaughter of your grandpa from the Teirhaus family. Their fathers usually represented the Teirhaus family when they visited me. Now that these children have grown up, the Teirhaus probably wants them to gain some experience, hence they were the ones who came this time. Pay attention, Rong Rong! Though Tiro may come from a good family, and is the Northern Sword Saint’s registered disciple, your grandpa isn’t too fond of his character, so don’t get too close to him. Besides, it seems like his relationship with his adopted sister is quite unusual. Ah... If only that young mercenary could have worked for me! What a pity."
Rong Rong gave a nonchalant response, after all, Tiro was a handsome youth, she couldn’t deny that he had some appeal. As a rebellious girl, how could she heed Fagle’s advice?
Tiro ushered Tifya back to the luxurious room Fagle had arranged for her. Once inside, he promptly closed the door, wrapping his arms around Tifya’s petite figure from behind and kissing her fair neck endlessly. Tifya trembled, struggling to break free from his embrace. "Brother, I... I don’t want to... today."
Tiro was taken aback for a moment. Tifya’s resistance ignited his already bad mood, swelling his rage. "Tifya, what are you doing?"
Tifya lowered her head, sounding somewhat pleading, "Big brother, I’m a bit tired today. Could we...not? Please?"
Tiro quickly moved forward, encircling Tifya in his arms, he furiously said, "You might not want to, but I do." He frantically kissed her, ripping her clothes off. Tifya couldn’t free herself from Tiro’s strong arms. Despite her desperate struggle, he held onto her tightly, as her clothes steadily decreased. Having been humiliated by Ah Dai today wounded his pride severely. Rong Rong further inflamed his desires, and now he was taking it out on Tifya. Grasping her body tightly, he flew onto the bed, extinguishing the lamplight, relentlessly taking from Tifya.
Tears uncontrollably poured from Tifya’s eyes. More than a year ago, she couldn’t resist Tiro’s incessant pleading and gave herself to him. Now, Tiro, who was usually gentle and cultured, was losing control, ravaging her body. His forceful thrusts filled Tifya with sharp pains. Clutching the bedsheet tightly, scenes from their time in Nino Small Town kept flashing before her eyes...
"Ah Dai, when I grow up, can I marry you?"
"What does ’marry’ mean?"
"Marry, means I want to be your wife, to look after you for the rest of my life! I’ll take that as yes, you’re not allowed to go back on your word. From now on, I, am your fiance, Ah Dai. You must treat me well."
"Fiance? Okay, I’ll give you a little more steamed bun every day..."
All the memories were so vivid, like they were spoken just yesterday. But now, she couldn’t dream of being Ah Dai’s wife anymore, she had betrayed him. How could she ever face him? Ah Dai, why? Why did fate mock me so? We saw each other but couldn’t recognize one another. Ah Dai, how I wish to share a worn-out cotton-padded jacket with you again to keep warm! But I... I’m not worthy. I’m no longer worthy of being your wife.
After a wave of wild release, Tiro finally relaxed. He lay on top of Tifya’s body, panting heavily. Feeling the cold tears on Tifya’s face stirred him. He shook his head vigorously, quickly sobering up. What on earth happened? How did he lose control like this today?
"Tifya, I’m sorry. I... I was too impulsive. Today, that stupid young man humiliated me, that’s why I behaved like this. Please...please don’t blame me."
Tifya remained silent, as if all life had drained from her, she just lay there quietly.
Tiro frowned, rolled off Tifya, pulling her into his embrace, trying to comfort her. "Don’t cry. I won’t do this again. I know you’re tired, go to sleep."
Still, Tifya didn’t respond. It was clear to her that after seeing Ah Dai today, her heart wouldn’t be able to accommodate Tiro again. The memories of their time in the City of Nino kept flashing in her mind.
Feeling downcast, Ah Dai left the City Lord’s Mansion. He felt the gold coins in his pocket, thinking to himself, it seems being a mercenary is tougher than he thought. If his skills weren’t up to par, he likely would’ve died at Tiro’s hand back there. Regardless, these nobles indeed have their own way of life. Now that he had the travel expenses, he should hurry back to Master Goris. Even though he was comforting himself like this, Tifya’s familiar face kept flashing in front of his eyes.
Four days later, following the directions on the map, Ah Dai finally crossed through the DeLun Province and entered the Varangian Province. The gradually familiar surroundings made Ah Dai forget all his worries. Yue Yue, the little girl, Xing Er, Tifya - they became unimportant at this moment. All he wanted was to see Master Goris as soon as possible. In his heart, Goris was the second most important person after Steamed Bun, even more important than the little girl.
