Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1912

The summer night breeze was blissfully cool. I was strolling ahead, and Griffin

was just a step behind me. By this hour, the entire village had settled down for the night. The path was all ours, just Griffin and me, with not another soul in sight. He kept a respectful distance, about a meter away, like a personal bodyguard shadowing my every move.

I was trying to come up with a plan to send Griffin on his way. But he was like a shadow, impossible to shake off. Eventually, I stopped and turned to face him. He halted too, and maybe feeling a bit too close, took a step back.

He was tall, towering a good two heads above me. But he looked so thin and frail. Had he skipped meals for days?

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Let me get you something tasty."

Griffin looked a bit taken aback. In these parts, the watermelons were ripe and ready, and there was some corn too. I dashed into a neighbor's field, grabbed a watermelon, and plucked a couple of ears of corn, handing them over to him. He ate swiftly, yet managed to keep a certain grace about him. Not like the villagers, who devoured their food with gusto, without a care for appearances.

Resting my chin on my hand, I asked, "Where are you from?"

He hesitated, the question seemed to stump him.

"Is it far?"

He nodded.

"What about your family?"

Silence.

you not have

Still, no answer.

anywhere to

He nodded slightly.

head next?" I gently

set the corn down, his voice

caught me off

"Follow me?"

saved me, so you're my master now. I'll

Griffin placed the corn aside and kneeled before me, saying, "I'll

him up, thinking, oh boy, this is going to be a challenge. Was he trying to attach himself to me out of gratitude? Griffin, however,

"Kneeling shows loyalty?"

cut off

a pinky. Realizing he was serious, quickly pressed

I only listen to

wanted to tell him to leave, to order him never to return.