The Villainess Wants To Go Home

Chapter 46 - Dragon Whisper

"Have you heard" a sonorous male voice discussed among the group men sitting around the bench.

His messy beard smeared with food crumbs and was moist because of his drink as he shoved a

spoonful of his stew in his mouth.

"What nonsense are you going to spout out now? Jackal" another man spat out, slamming his wooden

ale mug on the bench, spattering a few droplets of ale across the wooden oak bench. His wolf like eyes

glancing at the brown-haired man with his messy beard that wasn't trimmed in weeks, in annoyance.

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instead of worrying about his overgrowing beard was described by his peers as a blabber mouth that

spoke about trivial matters that no one cared about or just complete nonsense that never made sense.

Jackal sneered at the messy red-haired man with a face that was smudged and stained in soot from

the ashes of the dragon flame.

"What I'm going to tell you idiots is not nonsense but rumours that I heard from my own ears" he said

pointing to his huge ears as his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets which he glanced at everyone.

"What could that be? Your mother came crawling out from the grave and ran around the town *****"

another voice from the table mocked Jackal resulting everyone in laughter.

Jackal's face turned red from anger. "don't talk about my mother like that. She's in a better place now,

no reason for her to come back to this cruel world"

His peers gave each other doubtful looks as they tried to keep their snickering to themselves but was

heard clearly from Jackal.

"Guys stop being so cruel to the old man. Let him finish what he has to say about the rumours" a

mocking tone came from another man sitting beside Jackal, leaning forward with a wooden mug in his

hand.

Not knowing the intention of the man Jackal nodded his head. "Thank you, Zachary"

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted" he glanced at the certain redhead. "The runaway

noble-"

"You mean Lady Diana" another man sitting beside him cut him off.

"Yes, who else would I be talking about" Jackal shoved another spoonful of stew while looking at his

peer in idiocy.

The man looked at him, "There are many nobles I was just making sure we were thinking of the same

person" he grumbled taking a sip of his ale.

"Didn't she flee from her home yesterday while the grand duke was not present?" said Zachary, feeling

a little curious of where Jackal's words was heading.

"Apparently the whole Glacies estate is searching for her and set a bounty of 50 gold if captured and

returned to the mansion" Samuel a boy beside the red-haired man said joining in the conversation of

the grownups. His small almond eyes, the colour of obsidian glanced around his peers not missing their

sudden greedy expressions.

"Lies. The duke never cares about the arrogant lady from the very beginning she was brought to this

world. Why would he suddenly want her to return? I would just let her run free and do whatever she

wants. Saves me the trouble of dealing with an incompetent daughter like her" a man with long black

hair reaching his neck spoke in a gruff tone getting the attention of everyone.

"You haven't left the barracks in three days. How would you know about what's happening in town

these past days?" Jackal said twirling the spoon around towards the long haired man whose names

was Edgar.

"Unlike you, I have witnessed what kind of despicable noble lady, Diana really is" Edgar hissed, arching

his thick sharp eyebrows.

"That doesn't explain anything on the situations that's going on now" Jackal said, spitting out a bone

that he felt in his mouth after the spoonful of the beef stew he placed in his mouth earlier.

"Well, I heard from the townsfolk she brought down Glacies strongest knight. Thomas Lupin" the man

sitting beside Jackal, a young man just reaching his adult years interrupted the two before they started

a quarrel between each other. There was a click of annoyance coming from Edgar. "Impossible. That

man is a beast when it comes to handling a sword. Those are all bullshit rumours"

"They are just rumours I heard from the townsfolk this morning when I was going to get a new pair of

shoes from the market" he said with a mouthful of bread.

"Rumours you say. Have you seen it with your own eyes?" Edgar who wouldn't let go of the situation

spoke. The men around the bench stared at him like he was an idiot. They knew how fond Edgar was

of Thomas Lupin.

"Nope" Matt said with an innocent tone. "But more rumours were going around that she attacked young

prince of Edmond on top of a roof and his royal highness crown prince" he said.

Edgar shot up from his seat, slamming his giant hands-on top of the table making a racket "Look at

what you did now, Jackal." Edgar growled pointing his finger at him. "You have gotten Matt into your

delusional nonsense"

"I have not!" Jackal stood up angrily, nostrils flared from the insulting words Edgar blurted out.

Zachary grabbed a hold of Jackal's hairy arm "Sit down" he pulled him down with force.

"And Edgar" he turned his attention towards the long haired man "Jackal is right. You haven't been out

of the barracks these past days, so you have no clue on what's happening"

"Stop bickering over stupid rumours" John the one who mocked Jackals mother interrupted, glaring at

the two with fierce lavender eyes. Edgar and Jackal clicked their tongues in frustration, yet they knew

not to mess with the man that could take a dragon with his bare hands if he wanted to.

Edward the red-haired man took a huge gulp of his ale then to slam his wooden mug on the bench

"She's probably spread those rumours herself to get the attention from her fiancé" wiping the drink with

the back of his hands and starting the conversation that should have ended with John's glare.

"You mean ex-fiancé" Matt corrected. "EHH!"

Not far from where the men sat around the bench bickering about the rumoured runaway noble, stood

a man. Leaning against a wooden pole, scraping his sharp dagger across a small wooden dragon

figure. His orange hair flashed lighting from the flickering of fire that burned on the wooden torch bolted

above him. Deep blue eyes intimated by the carved wooden dragon in his hand yet he listened to the

argument between the men he worked with for years.

"The runaway noble" he mumbled under his breath while finishing off a last scrape of the wood before

spinning the dagger around his hands and shoving it down back to it's satchel with huffed out laugh.

"Took you long enough to escape that dreaded family"

"What was that" Ciel turned his head to the side to see a dark-skinned man, no older than him standing

with two wooden mugs in his hands.

"I was going to assume you decided to drink my ale instead of giving it to me" Ciel said with a hint of

smirk across his face. The man let out a chuckle. "Don't mind if I do"

Ciel shook his head as he laughed quietly. "Thanks for the drink, Ralph" he reached his hands to grab

the mug from his best mate's hand when he suddenly jerked it back. "Noooo" he shook his head,

mouth shaped in a little o. "Not this one"

Ceil rose an eyebrow in question. "Drink this one instead." He stretched out the other hand passing the

half full mug to his orange haired best friend. "We don't want a drunk guy running around the barracks

trying to **** a dragon"

Ceil frowned.

"Who knows we soon might have half human and half dragon hybrids flying around"

"Can we not start with that, please" he took the mug from Ralph.

"Sorry but it's my job to remind you the ending results of being drunk" He took a big gulp of his ale.

"Remember the last time you got drunk" he said gesturing his wooden mug. A sweat dropped down his

cheek. "Ralph please no. I'm trying to forget wh-"

"You were going to **** an old lady" he said. Ceil eye twitched as the memory came rushing back,

feeling his stomach turn in disgust. "If it wasn't for me, we would have had wrinkly babies running

around these barracks"

"Gee thanks for the reminder" Ceil grumbled. "No problem bro. That's what best friends are here for" he

placed a hand over Ciel's neck, leading him to where the other men sat around. "But seriously bud, that

lady looked really wrinkly as if her skin was melting off her face and she was only in her 50s" stated

Ralph with a serious expression, pointing his finger at him. Ciel gave him a poker face, glancing at him

like he was an idiot.

"After that incident I wasn't able to touch ale for months terrified I'll wake up next to an old hag, maybe

a black one like me" he said with a shiver. "What a nightmare that would be" he shook his face in

disgust. "And you were going to wake up with one next to you"

"Thanks, Ralph you're a good friend" he said sarcastically.

"Hey! if it isn't the two dragon whisperers" Zachary hands spread out in joy when he heard the two boys

approach them.

"AHHH! Zachary my man" Ralph said enthusiastically taking his hand for a quick handshake.

"You boys eat?" Jackal asked making sure they were filled.

"Yeah, thanks for asking" Ciel said with a smile. "ahhh~ Such a young handsome man and still haven't

found himself a woman to bare his future kids" Edgar said twirling the mug, watching how the ale

slightly spilling out.

Ceil chuckled awkwardly, ruffling the back of his head. "I'm not really interested in stuff like that right

now"

"Huh!" everyone around the table were caught off guard for a second. "What are you talking about boy!

Everyone your age are already married and have kids while others are looking for a woman. Your still

young and handsome all the commoner girls are waiting to have your children" Samuel never heard

such bullshit in his life.

Ralph placed a hand around Ciel's neck again and smiled "Well my buddy here is still looking for the

right woman." He patted Ciel's chest. "Unless his only interested in old ladies" Ralph caressed a non-

existent beard resulting in everyone to laugh out loud. Ciel's hand landed on the back of Ralph buzz cut

head and shoved it down. "What about you huh? Why don't you get yourself a wife?"

Ralph chuckled, stroking his little hair. "I haven't find a nice black woman yet. All the ones I met are

crazy in the head and the white females don't want to marry a black man like me and only chase after

Mr prince charming over here" he pointed his thumb at Ciel who let out an apologetic look.

"So, I'm pretty much out for marriage right now" he shrugged.

"But I have my dragons to company me" Ralph said proudly with his hand on his hips.

The men laughed except for Ciel who shook his head with a slight chuckle.

Looking out where the rest of the dragon tamers worked, escorting the rest of the dragons back to their

stables for the night, the dragons stomping the ground making it shake beneath them and how they all

roared and breathed out their flames, he smiled.

It felt like yesterday he and Ralph, little dirty orphans from the slums was escorted by a mysterious

white-haired woman in a cloak that hid her face from the rest of the world.

She held no disgust in holding the hands of dirty and stinky kids as she lead them to the dragon stables

where they were raised by the workers here and provided food and shelter and in return worked and

cleaned around.

His thoughts were cut off by the yells of men not far from where he stood. Looking around his eyes

widened when the dragons stood still and stared a cloaked figure in the middle with something in his

hands which was hard to make it due to the darkness. The dragons growled among each other,

communicating to each other.

"What's this ruckus about now?" Edgar slammed his mug down and stood up, annoyed.

"Odd? This never happened before" Matt scratched his chin also confused on the unusual situation that

unwrapped itself in front of them. "Oi, dragon stop dozing away and start moving" a man struggling to

move the frozen dragon yelled out.

"I thought the barracks were closed for tonight. Why do we have another buyer?" Ralph scratched his

chin.

"I'll go console Xavier about this. Probably sniffing those weeds again" John sighed, getting up as he

shuffled his hair a little frustrated at the green haired worker at the front that allowed people to come in

and choose their dragon.

Matt too sighed in annoyance, he wanted to go straight to bed but now he has to deal with this problem

that just occurred "Then I will go and tell the-"

"No let me" Ciel budged in. Matt tilted his head, glancing at the man who was 8 years older than him

glancing back with a determined look. "Fine do whatever you want. I'm going to see what's going on

with the dragons" he agreed as he stood up. "Then I'm going to my cosy bed" he yawned, stretching

his arms then to form a smile as the thought of flopping down and feeling the warmth of the mattress

under him.

The orange haired man chuckled at the response of the youngsters words before dashing off with a

run.