Favored By The Villain

r>Pel promptly declined, handed the picture to Hector.
He pulled a face that was difficult to read.

“This face.
I know this face.”

Levisia’s heart skipped a beat.
Was he being serious? Or was he only saying that to make her feel better? She had no clue, and only time would tell if her gut instinct, that he knew the person, was correct.

***

Outside, the Fairy Festival was still in full swing.
A street vendor, who was selling a wide variety of different flowers, smiled widely at the oncoming crowd.
She glanced behind her at the man approaching her, and spoke in Pascian, her native language.

“There you are.
You got the goods?”

“Of course I did, Khalil.” The man spoke in the same language as her, ensuring no one would be able to understand their conversation.

“Excellent.”

Khalil, despite still having goods on her table, hummed to herself as she began to clean everything away.
When other vendors were busy trying to reel in customers, she was the only one who closed first.

As she packed away the first set of boxes, the man was examining the contents of the box he held in his hand.

“Are you sure these are authentic?”

“Yep.
Those are definitely Roycal’s bones.
I’m sure of it.” She answered, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, they seem to be in decent condition, at least.
But what bothers me is how they ended up in the hands of the Kraiden princess.
Why would someone like her have ruins from the Roycal Empire?”

“I don’t know how she got hold of them, but I assure you that they are authentic.” She replied, stacking her boxes for easy transport.

“I know, but… Well, anyway, there’s no reason for us to care about that anymore.”

After the rebellion, the Pascis kingdom was destroyed.
There was nothing of value left, and the people from the kingdom were stigmatised wherever they went.
After going through such a crisis, there wasn’t a reason to think from the same perspective as them anymore.

“Khalil, hurry up.
We need to get a move on before we get caught.” The man was getting impatient, constantly glancing at the crowds.

“I’m almost done.
What about Hikhan?”

“He’s getting us a lift.
The bones will be out of our hands soon.”

The circumstances of the burglary they were involved in was irrelevant.
Roycal’s bones were worth a lot to the noble, so getting that life was worth it, even if it cost an arm and a leg.

“Good, let’s head back right now.”

Within minutes, Khalil had packed everything away and had vanished.
To the casual onlooker, it was as though no one had even been there.