Bab 324: Chapter 85

Riftan took Maxi as far from the execution site as possible. The soldiers advancing across the field behind them looked confused by the sudden standstill. He pushed his way through, stopping next to the billowing Wedonian banner in front of a baggage wagon. When he hoisted Maxi up and onto a space in the compartment, she simply looked back at him in horror, her face ghostly white.

He studied her clear gray eyes for a moment before taking his flask from his belt. "Here, have some wine."

"I-I am not thirsty."

"Have a sip anyway. You're pale."

His firm tone seemed to prompt her into action. She opened it and sniffed its contents. As soon as she took a few cautious sips, she burst into a coughing fit.

"Heavens… w-why is this so strong?"

She handed the flask back with a scowl. Riftan closed the lid and placed it back on his belt.

"Strong liquor is useful for fighting the cold or cleaning wounds," he replied stonily.

To his relief, she seemed to have regained her composure.