Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 188: Unexpected Impact

Time passed calmly in bed, amid lazy caresses and relaxed embraces. Narinder felt surrounded by warmth, with Lambert snuggled against his side and Goliath comfortably at his side. The feel of their bodies against his, their slow breathing, and the stillness of the morning enveloped him in a peace he rarely enjoyed.

But that moment of intimacy was abruptly interrupted by a loud stomach growl.

The sound echoed in the room, shattering the serene atmosphere.

Goliath, whose source of the noise had just given him away, immediately blushed, his expression alternating between embarrassment and mock indignation.

Lambert, who had just woken up, blinked slowly and looked at the goat with a lazy smile.

"What did you expect?" Goliath snorted, crossing his arms as if to hide his embarrassment. Even if I can't starve to death, I still like to eat!

Narinder and Lambert couldn't help but laugh a little at his reaction.

"Well, we can't stay in bed all day anyway," Narinder said, stretching gracefully.

Lambert made a sound of protest before snuggling even closer to him.

"Oh? Why not?" he asked lazily, enjoying the comfort of the moment a little too much.

Goliath snorted.

"Are you planning on going on a crusade in the Lands of the Old Faith?"

Narinder shook his head gently.

"I have no need to go there. Fighting is sometimes very stressful. Besides, I have both of my loves right here."

He leaned down and placed a kiss on Lambert's forehead, then Goliath's.

"I'd rather save my energy for a resurrection ritual."

Lambert blinked in surprise and raised his head.

"Oh? And who's going to be revived?"

"Well, I've been craving pink cider for a while. So it must be Bathin, Heket's witness. I remember that frog had quite a flair for cooking."

Goliath licked his lips, his enthusiasm evident.

"That does sound delicious..."

Narinder smiled.

"Of course! Although in my time as a god before being sealed, I didn't like to eat much, I used to organize many gatherings and rituals. There were days when I would end up exhausted and enjoy sipping sparkling cider while accompanying Shamura on his duties..."

But as soon as he mentioned that name, his expression changed.

The sparkle in his eyes immediately went out, like a candle snuffed out by the wind. His once-relaxed posture subtly tensed. His gaze faded into nothingness, empty, distant.

Lambert and Goliath exchanged awkward glances. They didn't need words to understand that they had touched on a taboo subject.

The silence hung in the air until Goliath, clearing his throat, decided to break it with his raspy voice but with an unusual attempt at kindness.

"Uh... Narinder... how are you feeling? Do you want to talk about something specific?"

Narinder reacted as if waking from a trance and blinked, bringing them back into focus.

"Oh, it's okay," he replied with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

But Lambert wasn't convinced.

"Do you happen to remember what you said before going to sleep?"