Under the Oak Tree Chapter 327 - 88

Chapter 327 - 88

Maxi was stunned. The string was a piece of a ta.s.sel she had given him almost four years ago. It had been an adornment for his sword belt, an impulsive purchase while wandering the market.

Feeling her throat close up, she mumbled in a quivering voice, “I didn’t think… you would still have it.”

Riftan clutched the pouch and kept his gaze on the ground. “I only carried it with me out of habit,” he said defensively.

The excuse must have sounded unconvincing even to his ears, as his cheeks burned a deeper shade of red. He swore under his breath and quickened his steps.

Maxi instinctively latched onto his cloak. “B-But… you came looking for it as soon as you found it missing.”

Riftan’s face contorted ever so slightly, but he offered no reply and kept walking. Maxi bit her lip as she followed him, unable to understand why he was trying to conceal an obvious truth, nor why she felt compelled to force him to admit it. Perhaps the latter was due to his stubborn attempt to build a wall between them.

Seeing him compulsively hide his true feelings was exhausting. It was unbearable, this act of treating each other like strangers. Maxi wanted to break down his defenses; she wanted the old Riftan back.

Suddenly, the floodgates opened, and she yanked at his clothes. The emotions she had suppressed until now came pouring out all at once.

“You have been cheris.h.i.+ng it, haven’t you? Y-You kept it with you… even with it in tatters.”

Riftan came to an abrupt halt and whirled around. “What is it you wish to hear from me? What do you want to confirm? Was laying myself bare for you not enough?”

Maxi shrank back at his bitter tone. His self-control gone, Riftan began to unleash his emotions.

“As soon as I heard you were out of Nornui, I abandoned everything to see you. My only concern was you, even though I feigned indifference. But you already know that. I’ve already told you the mere thought of you getting hurt terrifies me, that I’m close to losing my mind from worry. Are you still not satisfied with that?”

The anguish and shame swirling in his eyes made them appear a dark onyx. He looked down at the pouch in his hands, and his lips twisted into a self-deprecating smile.

“Yes, I still have it. But what of it? Why does it matter when you don’t even recall giving me such a thing? Don’t you agree?”

Maxi reflexively went to deny it before she realized he was right; she had not recognized the adornment right away. She pressed her lips together.

Riftan’s fingers tightened around the pouch. “And yet I…”

Closing his mouth, he stared down at his fist. He raised his arm as if to fling the pouch away, then froze. As still as a statue, Riftan stood there for a long time, staring out at the snowy field. In the end, he could not bring himself to do it and slowly lowered his arm. When he turned around to face her, all Maxi could see was a vulnerable little boy.

She felt her eyes burn. This was what he was trying to hide behind his cold armor.

“Tell me something,” he said abruptly. “Three years ago, when I told you I wouldn’t wait for you—”

Seized with superst.i.tious fear, she started to tear the handkerchief into thin strips with a dagger. Anette, who had been idly sipping beer in front of the fire, looked over at her with a puzzled expression.

“What are you doing?”

Maxi blushed, quickly hiding the pieces inside her clothes. After a moment, she took them out again, knowing she had no time to waste.

“I-I am making an adornment for my husband… before he leaves,” she confessed, her voice barely audible.

“Adornment?” Anette asked, arching a brow.

Maxi nodded. “The kind you tie to a belt.”

Anette raised her head to look at the knights and muttered something in understanding when she saw the long braided cords hanging from their sword belts. “You’re awfully devoted. I don’t understand what you see in that cold man.”

“H-He isn’t cold,” Maxi replied sullenly.

She focused on braiding the strips of fabric together. Cutting a cloth into long strips might have been simple, but intertwining them into an intricate shape was a different matter. After wordlessly watching Maxi labor away, Anette fished something out of her bag.

“It’ll look dull unless you add another color. Here, try adding some of these in the middle.”

Anette tore the white linen she had brought to use as dressing into strips and offered them to Maxi. No doubt, watching Maxi’s endeavor had roused her craftsman sensibilities. Maxi gratefully accepted the two white strips and braided them with the dark blue.

After a few minutes, a palm-sized, unevenly-braided ta.s.sel lay in her hand. Maxi’s shoulders sagged with dismay.

“It looks horrid.”

Anette, who had watched her work with a blank face, said with a chuckle, “What do you mean? I think it’s cute. Aren’t navy and white the Remdragon Knight colors? I think it would suit his armor well.”

Rea.s.sured, Maxi resumed her work. When she was halfway done, Hebaron’s booming voice carried to them from up ahead.

“Rest is over! Put out the fires! Leave no traces!”

Maxi shoved the ta.s.sel into her bag and hastily put out the fire. She then gathered the burnt wood in a sack and placed it on a wagon. Since they had to conserve as much kindling as possible, they had to rummage through the ashes for any usable fuel every time.

Once the army was ready to depart, the soldiers got in formation and resumed their march. Though Maxi tried to work on the ta.s.sel whenever she could, interlacing strips of fabric atop a moving horse was no easy feat. Her fingers grew stiff from the cold, and her knots became a tangled mess. She gave up shortly after and s.h.i.+fted her attention to keeping up with the soldiers.

When evening finally came, the men started setting up camp behind a towering crag. Maxi hurriedly finished her supper and retired to the mages’ tent to finish the ta.s.sel. The hastily made charm was embarra.s.sing even to look at. Maxi stared at the finished adornment in dismay before irritably shoving it into her bag.

Riftan would no doubt accept it, and knowing that made her upset. Just the thought of him cheris.h.i.+ng such a shabby trinket made her heart crumble. Furious with herself, she began to resent this whole situation.