The moment Akatosh saw Ashalain, he knew she must have had kept it somewhere else. A quick step for the lady to walk and before Ashalain passes him, Akatosh quickly asks where she kept his things.

"I need my things. I know you've placed it somewhere."

She averted her eyes straightforward ignoring Akatosh's question, yet after taking two-step she replies to him.

"Rest first… your injuries are still in recovery." Ashalain sigh.

Following her words Akatosh calmly touched his chest, he felt the slight bondage all around his chest. The injuries that the man with telekinetic magic sure gave him a fatal mark. But he was in a hurry, hurry to get out from this place. He didn't want to see the countless people groaning and moaning about their injuries.

"Look I just want my bag missy," Akatosh said to her abruptly, but Ashalain calmly ignores his demand and goes straight away tending to the people.

Disrupting a person helping the hospitalized people would be a shitty act I tell you. And in hopelessness to gain information Akatosh turns to the man right beside him.

"Hey, do you know her?" Akatosh says, hoping the man would have a connection to where his precious bag was.

The man strangely looked at Akatosh but alas he spoke. "Well… she's one of the head maidens."

"Okay, do you know where you kept your hospitalized peoples' things?"

The man had enough of what Akatosh was saying so he asks him to follow. But still, Ashalain didn't flutter as she cures the people's mild and fatal injuries. She knows it was useless to find his bag where the temple stores his belongings.

Hours after tending to the people Ashalain had a break. She had completed her task and it's up to the others to do their part.

Ashalain breathed in relief after finally wrapping a piece of cloth soaked with some healing essence to where the burned skin of the man. In muteness, she walks to the exit only to finds Akatosh lying beside the wall patiently waiting for him.

She let out a sigh before speaking to him. However, not before she could utter a word she was the first to be interrogated.

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"What a coincidence, hard meeting ya… look I just want my bag that's all I ask." Akatosh now asks her politely. But right after he said his words the sound of his stomach rumbling in starvation. He didn't eat for a couple of days during his recovery, so he was hungry as hell.

"Damn stomach can you find the right time to ask for food!" Akatosh thought to himself.

Ashalain just smiled and finally replies. "I give it back to you but in one condition."

Akatosh brows heat up upon hearing the last word 'condition'. He didn't have a choice and brute force would render him useless to this beautiful yet atrocious woman.

"And what is your condition?" Akatosh frowns at her.

The time-lapse pass by Akatosh was sitting in a very noble restaurant where rich and royal people eat. While in front of him was Ashalain sipping a tea.

Akatosh knew Ashalain had a wealthy family but whoever thought that she could bring him to a nice decent place. He thought it was some kind of errand or something related to death and adventure.

Nobles and royal people start to divert their eyes towards Akatosh. They stand high their ranks and stuff, so they felt peculiar to this a man in his commoners' cloth.

As for Akatosh, he was sweating in embarrassment knowing well he shouldn't be here. But Ashalain doesn't care what the others see her as a daughter of a wealthy family bringing lower-class people to their place.

"Ignore them." She says sipping her tea.

Wearing royal clothing and some armor still intact to her. Looking at her magnificent look, men all around would be easily caged by her beauty and intimidating looks.

In just a couple of minutes, a well-dressed man brought a meal. It was a meat steak and smells aromatic by the herbal ingredients enough to drool a man in his starvation. While for Ashalain was a cake full of sweet and diabetes.

"Women do like stuff like that but--" Looking at the medium slice of meat his urge would soon be let out.

"The hell with it. Society can wipe my arse, I'm hungry." So without saying a word Akatosh eat his food fastidiously.

Quite astound Ashalain was surprised by how Akatosh was eating. She reckons Akatosh eating in a ravishing way. Looking at his way of eating his food Ashalain was a relief not to be a subject by the others.

Minutes upon filling his empty stomach, men at every corner of the place young and noble soon begins to have their eyes set on Ashalain. Thinking about their strategies on how to woo her feelings but while Akatosh was eating his full-time course he had been observing the people. After seeing other men wanting to flirt with this woman Akatosh conclude it was pointless for them since he knew her story. Not wanting in this suitor’s thing Akatosh was more to his hygiene, he wants a good long bath.

After a long wait, one man musters his courage. "Miss Ashalain De Shilvia may I." The man says, bowing to show his respect and as a nobleman.

She didn't look at him just sips her tea and replies. "You may."

"Much appreciated." The man said tending a sit closed to hers avoiding Akatosh at all cost.

Upon sitting Akatosh stood and said to Ashalain. "I'll be waiting for you outside".

The man was amazed by Akatosh's words. He sure got the balls to say straight forward to the daughter of the De Shilvia family. And the moment Akatosh heads towards the exit Ashalain stood.

"I'm coming with you." She said ignoring the man.