Chapter 94: Second Arc (His Art of War) – 12. Memories II

Second Arc (His Art of War) – 12. Memories II

The sun had been replaced by stars glittering in the sky above Swanstar Lake. Angel took the roasted grass rabbit near the campfire in front of him, sliced it off and gave it to Ophelia who was sitting next to him. She looked at the black brown piece of meat in his hand briefly before returning her gaze to him.

"Are you sure we can eat this?" she asked doubtfully.

"Although it's not as good as the castle's food. I'm sure it can still be eaten," he said.

She took the meat hesitantly and took a bite.
'He's right it's not as bad as it looks.' Then she took another bite.

He chuckled silently when he saw Ophelia start eating in enthusiasm, even her mouth was smeared in food leftover.
'I just found out she can forget the royal etiquette at a time like this.' He sliced it again and gave her another piece of meat. She looked at him for a moment as she realized she was not behaving like a princess but her hungry stomach said otherwise, finally, she took the food in his hand shyly.
"Thank you." Then she looked away from him.

He took another piece of meat and started eating it in silence. After they finished, Ophelia turned her head from side to side as she looked for something to clean her hands. He noticed it. A slight chuckle came out of his mouth as his hand pulled a handkerchief from his vest pocket and gave it to her.
"You can use my handkerchief."

"Thank you," she said as she took the handkerchief from his hand.
'I thought only noblemen always carry a handkerchief.'
She started to clean her mouth with it but when the handkerchief touched her face, she smelled a familiar scent that brings her a nostalgic feeling. She looked at the handkerchief as her hand gently grasped it.
'This handkerchief is made of a high quality silk.' She shifted her gaze to him.
'How can he possibly have it?'
Unconsciously, her hand moved to open his hood, but Angel quickly caught it.

"What do you want?" he asked without turning his gaze at her.

She looked at him suspiciously, she didn't even flinch when he caught her hand.
"Sir, do I know you? May I know your name?"

"My name is Zel," he answered simply. Although everyone knew that the King of Euphorion's name was King Zel, Zel was a common name.

"Only Zel?" she said, her eyes still fixed on him.

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Angel smirked and turned his gaze to her as he released his hand.
"Do you expect me to answer my name is Angelus Raizel Reinheart? That traitor?" he said sarcastically.

Ophelia's expression turned angry.
"You!"

"If that's what you want, I'm fine with it. At least he's a prince, not just a hunter like me," he continued.

"In your dream!" she replied irritably while looking away in annoyance.
'How can be I'm so stupid? Compare this annoying hunter with him!'

He sighed.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything about the late prince." He turned his gaze to the campfire before him.
"But I hope you can forget him soon. You are still young, there are a lot of men who are better than him. Open your heart and give them a chance."

Ophelia was silent for a moment before answering.
"What do you know about him? What do you know about me? Nothing..." Then she stood up.

He turned his gaze to her.
"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to sleep!" she replied curtly as she walked into the cabin.

Angel returned his gaze to the campfire before him, soon the door closing sound came behind him.
"Good night, Ophelia, " he muttered.

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