Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 134: Attempts with the White Crown

Narinder arrived at the kitchen with a nonchalant air, but his gaze softened at the sight of Lambert and Goliath sitting together on a log in the open air, finishing their breakfasts. Lambert held a cup of hot tea while biting into a bun, and Goliath devoured a plate full of fruits with a voracious appetite, his posture relaxed yet imposing. The rays of the morning sun illuminated the scene, making their figures contrast beautifully: Lambert's white fur gleamed, while Goliath's rough gray absorbed the light. The two chatted quietly, sharing quiet laughs that made Narinder pause for a moment, admiring them.

With an amused smile, Narinder broke the silence: "I see I missed a bit of the fun, didn't I?"

Goliath, calmly looking up, replied with a mocking smile, "Well, to be honest, you don't need to eat, so you don't miss much."

Lambert looked at Narinder with curious eyes, tilting his head slightly. "And you? That rooster looked quite furious when he saw you."

Narinder, with a mischievous glint in his red eyes, replied, "I just... requested a ritual. To be honest, I'm looking forward to seeing the obvious result." His smile widened, revealing a spark of mischief that made both of them fall silent for a moment.

Goliath was the first to react, swallowing his last bite and crossing his arms, albeit with a slight blush. "I see... Well, what are we waiting for? I say you get started on it. Although... that smile you're wearing is a bit distracting."

Lambert, who was finishing his tea, laughed softly and added in a mischievous tone, "Won't it be a wedding ritual with Goliath?"

Narinder let out a light laugh. "I'm not getting married today. But I won't deny that I like the idea very much. I'm thinking of organizing the wedding soon."

Goliath raised an eyebrow, a little suspicious. "Well, whatever, I can already imagine what the ritual will be. I guess someone angry had something to do with it."

Lambert shrugged, amused. "Fighting pit. One hundred percent sure."

Narinder, filled with excitement at how well the two of them fit together, extended his arms and hugged them tightly, pulling them towards him. "You're so clever, my loves. I don't know what I'd do without you!"

They both blushed slightly as Narinder pulled away with a playful look. "Well, come on. Let's do it already! I can't wait to see how you put a certain crow in his place."

Without waiting for a reply, Narinder eagerly took them by the hands and began walking towards the temple, enjoying the warmth of their company and the thought of sharing this moment with them.

The temple was filled with palpable anticipation. When Narinder rang the bell, the deep sound reverberated throughout the place, calling the cultists to gather. Slowly, each took his usual place: the farmers, the fishermen, the carpenter, the poet, all formed orderly rows. Lambert and Goliath positioned themselves on either side of the god, the lamb with its bright bell and the goat with its rough but attentive bearing.

Narinder raised his hands and began his sermon, his powerful voice echoing throughout the temple.

"My faithful, we often take the stability of our lives for granted. We think that what we have today will be here forever, but the reality is that existence is fleeting. It is in loss that we discover the true value of what we possess. So, I say to you: appreciate what you have, the warmth of the sun, the laughter of a friend, the bread on your table, and the shelter of this cult. Do not wait for life to take something away from you to value it. Honor each day as a gift and be thankful for what you are building here with me."

The silence was solemn, and some cultists bowed their heads in reflection, while others murmured prayers of thanks.

Narinder then smiled slightly and continued in an animated tone, "But today, we will celebrate something different... The ritual of the Fighting Pit!"