Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

Tapchimi will never forget those desperate eyes.

His throat felt like it was blocked by something. He didn't care that he was being misunderstood, but he felt sorry for the girl and wondered what she had gone through to make her so insecure.

He squatted there, looking the little girl in the eye.

Dusk fell between them, and the wind blew from the hills, carrying the scent of earth and hay.

A long time passed.

Tapimy reached out and gently took her hand.

The hand was very small, with fingers as thin as withered twigs, and there were several scabbed scratches on the back of the hand, I don’t know where it was rubbed.

"Stop running."

His voice was a little hoarse.

I won't hurt you.

The little girl just let Tapimi lead her back.

By the time we returned to the rear camp, it was completely dark.

Tachimi brought food to the girl.

The bowl contained stewed meat and bread.

The meat was chopped into small pieces, and the bread was torn into small pieces, all mixed in with the thick broth, steaming hot.

He made this especially because he was worried that the child wouldn't be able to eat the large pieces.

Tacimi handed over the wooden bowl.

The little girl looked at the food in the bowl, but didn't eat it right away.

She was trying to determine whether the food in front of her was real or fake.

In her mind, food was swill. A grayish-white paste that smelled sour and was as thin as water.

Occasionally, a few rotten vegetable leaves will sink to the bottom of the bucket; those are the most delicious things in the world.

But she had never seen food like this before, and she even doubted whether what she was looking at was really food.

But the aroma kept stimulating her sense of smell, reminding her that this was indeed a kind of food she had never seen before.

Chapter 91 The Girl and the Enemy Attack

The girl carefully examined the strange food in front of her.

The bread is golden yellow, soft to the touch, and you can see the fine air holes on it. The stewed meat is cut into small pieces, and the fat floats on the surface of the broth in a thin layer of sheen.

She reached out and tentatively grabbed a small piece of bread and put it in her mouth.

The next instant.

An incredible deliciousness exploded in the girl's mouth.

The girl suddenly started eating much faster.

She ate very quickly, swallowing the food before she could savor its flavor.

Even if no one is competing with her, she follows the survival rules of the human circle and finishes the food in front of her as quickly as possible.

Breadcrumbs fell from the corner of her mouth and landed on her clothes, but she didn't bother to wipe them away. Soup overflowed from the rim of the bowl and dripped down her fingers, so she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them.

Suddenly, tears streamed down the girl's face.

She didn't wail and cry her heart out; her tears simply overflowed, sliding down her cheeks and dripping into the bowl, mixing with the soup.

Her tears were salty, mixed with the broth, and she probably couldn't tell the difference herself.

Tajimi sat beside him, turning his head away.

He didn't want her to see his eyes.

But Tapchimi's eyes still stung, and he blinked hard to suppress the heat.

Tadzimi was reminded of himself from a long time ago.

Back then, he was like that too, huddled in the darkest alley in the capital, holding a half-eaten piece of hard bread that he had picked up from who-knows-where, wolfing it down while crying.

Why are you crying?

Tajimi carefully recalled his feelings at that time.

Perhaps the faint sense of happiness he felt while swallowing the bread made him uncomfortable.

When Tapchimi finally suppressed his vulnerability and turned around.

The girl drank the last drop of soup.

She put down the bowl, her lips still greasy.

The speed at which he ate surprised Tachimi.

Then she did something that Tapchimi had never expected.

She stretched her neck, closed her eyes tightly, and slightly raised her chin, revealing her slender neck.

They adopted a posture of offering their necks for slaughter.

Tajimi was stunned.

He looked at her.

The girl's eyelashes were trembling slightly, her Adam's apple was not obvious, but you could see subtle swallowing movements in her throat; she was afraid.

Tajimi understood.

She was saying, "I ate your good food."

Now you can kill me; I won't resist anymore.

Tacimi choked up.

He wanted to say, "No, this isn't your last meal." But the words wouldn't come out.

The girl wouldn't believe it; she had never been treated kindly.

Everything takes time.

Tapimy reached out and gently placed his hand on her head.

The little girl's body trembled violently.

She shrank her neck, but then tried to straighten it back up, leaving it half-stretched, waiting for an answer.

Tapchimi's hand did not leave.

His warm palms rested on her cold head.

Slowly, the little girl pulled her neck back.

She curled up, her knees drawn up, her hands folded over her chest, like a little animal that had finally found a safe corner.

'Is this how it happens?' the girl wondered to herself. 'Maybe death isn't as bad as I imagined.'

Her breathing gradually calmed down, and she drifted off to sleep.

Tajimi did not pull his hand back.

He sat there in the tent, one hand on her head and the other supporting himself on the ground.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered.

The night is long.

Touchi thought this was a good start, but his relationship with the girl later fell into a strange cycle.

Every morning, when the little girl woke up, she still had a cold expression and didn't pay much attention to him.

She didn't cry or make a fuss when we were traveling during the day.

As evening approached, they set up camp.

Tachimi put her in the tent and went to the kitchen to get food.

Then the girl will run away.

But they would all be caught and brought back by Tapimi.

Then, after finishing the meal, they struck a pose as if they were about to be executed.

Finally, he fell asleep after being comforted by Tapimi.

Every day is the same, a repetitive cycle, like a circle you can't escape.

Tapchimi felt that she must be terrified to be using this method to confront this unfamiliar world that left her feeling lost and helpless.

But Tapchimi didn't know how to help her.

He could only repeat these procedures day after day, waiting for a miracle to happen. Perhaps one day she would suddenly stop running, start speaking, and smile.

Tajimi thought that day was still a long way off.

now.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered.

Tajimi snapped out of his reverie.

He picked up the wooden bowl that was placed next to him and handed it over.

The little girl took the bowl, lowered her head, and began to wolf down the food.

Tapimy's eyes were gentle and filled with heartache.

'Still so afraid.'

He reached out, trying to push the piece of bread that had fallen off the edge of the bowl back, but his hand stopped in mid-air.

Because he saw something different.

The girl's hair hung down over her forehead, obscuring most of her face. But through the gaps in her hair, he seemed to see a sly glimpse of mischief in her eyes.

Like a kitten licking its lips one last time before being caught stealing honey.