The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 115 Lying Smile

That smile is a lie. Beautiful lies and convincing. Shanum was used to showing it during his time in this place. Hiding behind a mask that he was willing to follow Avraam's will.

The play he played was so good that it choked his neck day after day. Destroying his soul and obscuring his mind. He was even willing to act crazy by cutting his own veins, only to outwit the plotters.

If it were not for hearing what Avraam and his plot against his loved ones would have done, he would not have relented. At first she believed that the man was just dreaming, her husband would not be that easy to drop.

But seeing and hearing their own plans that had begun decades ago, made Shanum shocked. Their plans are so mature and extraordinary. The plotters had already infiltrated the entire clan and were preparing to launch their final attack. And it made her worry about the fate of her husband's clan.

Two months earlier.

Shanum cursed the streets in circles as he searched the location of his room. He was already certain that he would often get lost in this new place. But because he was left alone by Avraam in the dining room. Without any clarity as to how long he had to wait for the man there.

He had to go back to his room, change his dirty clothes after riding with the man. And Nara, as a servant who used to help him also did not see the trunk of his nose. Shanum eventually ventured back into his own room, though he eventually lost his way.

Shanum sighed deeply, he was astonished by the structure of this building. Why does it feel like a misleading labyrinth. Is it because of some magic? Shanum began to suspect that was what was currently going on. He was lost because of the magic that protected this place.

Shanum dragged his steps towards a bench-like step on one of the walls, then blew his buttocks there. He looked around and was upset.

Shanum regained his breath and focused on drawing out his strength. He cast a spell to get rid of the illusion.

Ok, this time please help me out of this misleading magic of my power. I believe you will be able to lead me on the right path.

While speaking in the heart a golden light appeared all over Shanum's body. He instantly got up and walked back following the instinct awakened by his strength.

Shanum stepped quietly, starting to cross hallway after passage. He stepped up confidently that his strength would guide him back to his room.

But after a long time, Shanum stopped. He passed through a room with a tightly closed door, but the power within him tried to bring him into the room.

Shanum held himself back, realizing that the door before him was not the door leading to his room. He did not dare to enter a foreign room without the permission of its owner. Shanum returned to chant a spell to scan the contents of the room.

In an instant he instantly stopped his magic, when he saw that many people were turning towards the door. One of those people is Avraam. It seems they are holding a meeting.

Shanum looked panicked, afraid that someone would soon come out of the room. Because he had seen a frozen look in Avraam's eyes. He knew, the man was aware of his magical presence. That man cannot be underestimated. She should have covered herself with protection magic.

Shanum immediately moved in half running into one of the doors next to the room. He did not check the security of the room. In his current mind was to look for the nearest place to hide.

And Shanum is wide-eyed...

The room he entered was quite spacious and filled with various weapons in various corners. Swords, spears, and other weapons were neatly arranged. Even the armor looks inside the glass cabinet. In the middle of the room was an empty field. It seems to have been deliberately vacated for a place to practice using those weapons.

Shanum circulated his gaze and was fixated on one small, yet long sword. The sword resembled a Japanese samurai but was more sturdy. The golden-gloved sword was adorned with a red thread stitch in the middle of its side, the stitch forming an intricate pattern similar to a strand of words, which could not be read by it. The sword looks majestic and ancient. And Shanum felt called to touch her.

Shanum approached the sword attached to the wall with stiff steps. Shanum was hypnotized by the greatness of the sword. His eyes were straight at the sword. His mind was suddenly filled with voices calling him to remove the sword from its sheath.

Shanum's arm moved forward, wanting to grab the sword. But then his mind came back to attention, a voice stopped his movement, he froze for a moment, folded his fingers and turned his head, sharpening his inner eyes.

Shanum could feel a figure creeping closer to the room. He was worried, they would immediately enter and inspect this room.

From the corner of his eyes Shanum saw a wooden cabinet that stood firmly attached to one of the walls in the room. He headed to the closet, and sighed in relief when he opened it. A hanging closet containing many robes was like an oasis in his eyes.

Shanum went straight into the closet and covered his body with the robes, not forgetting to close the closet doors. Shanum heard the sound of a door hinge creaking, a sign that someone was opening the door.

His heart was racing, anxiously preparing for the worst. If caught, I don't know what punishment might befall him.

Shanum heard the sound of footsteps. The person who entered the room seemed to be moving with light steps. He heard the move in front of the closet door, then silence. He did not hear any more sounds, except for the sound of his breathing being restrained and his increasingly taut heart pounding his chest. Looks like the guy stopped right in front of the closet door.

Shanum reflexes smothered his mouth, his face paled, his body stiffened not daring to move in the slightest. Even when he heard the move away and the sound of the door creaking back heard, he remained in his position. Keep freezing, feel anxious yourself and think, that the person who entered the room has not fully come out of the room.

He only started to move when quite a long time passed. Shanum sighed, he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Grateful in heart, the person who checked earlier did not search into this closet.

Shanum lowered his body, he sat limp in the closet, wiping his sweaty forehead. He still did not dare to come out of this closet, afraid that there was still someone watching outside the door.

Shanum frowned when he felt the sound of someone mentioning her husband's name from the wall behind him. Shanum immediately turned his body, and tried to bring his ears closer to the wall of the closet while touching the wall.

He was very surprised when he found a wide enough gap in the closet that ended in a hole in the wall that borders between rooms.

Shanum frowned, astonished that the storage cabinet of this robe had a hole through the wall of the next room. Meeting room Avraam and his group currently.

Shanum shifted the robe to one side and felt the closet door parallel to the hole. He found a patch that was wide enough on the closet door. His estimate of the origin of the hole formed seems to be accurate. Some have accidentally broken through the closet door with a spear or sword.

The boisterous sound in the next room made his focus return towards the hole. Shanum's curiosity radar was turbulent, and he directly attached an ear to the wall hole to listen more clearly to what they were fussing about.

Shanum heard the opposition quite loudly from the next room. His name is mentioned loudly. Then the sound of a thunderous clap. Avraam's voice, it seemed that the man was letting out his anger.

Silent.

Shanum heard Avraam speaking breaking the silence and he was stunned when he realized the man's words in Mongolian were discussing him.

For quite a while he listened to the debate, which Avraam ultimately won. The woman no longer spoke, upon hearing the threat coming out of Avraam's mouth. The surge of energy felt touching the hole in the wall.

A male voice was heard severing the tension that was occurring in the room. And that surge of energy slowly dissipated. Although Shanum could only listen, his body could feel a powerful burst of magic energy from the next room during the debate earlier.

He predicted that the magic energy must have come from Avraam, because he had once fought with that man. Shanum knows, his magic power.

After that, Shanum heard a name mentioned by the man who was trying to lower the tension earlier. It seems that name is a place name. They discussed strategies to carry out attacks, and cities that were first attacked.

Then he also heard how long it would take for them to prepare all the magic spells, as well as the party allied with them.

They also mention him again, his role in all their plans. Including the massacre of the Altan Clan. They wanted to exterminate the entire clan without sparing a single one, not caring about the women and children. Everyone has to die.

Shanum swallowed with difficulty. His mind was suddenly empty, and his body instantly numb. Altan clan, where her husband lived. His current home, and also automatically becoming his clan would be massacred sadistically.

Shanum won't let it. As long as he was still breathing, no one would be allowed to do such an act to the Altan Clan as well as any other clan. Shanum raised his body slowly, pushed open the closet door, then bent his head.

After feeling that the situation in the room was safe, Shanum came out of the closet completely. He returned to tidying up the robe as before, then slowly headed towards the door.

His journey to the door was halted for a moment, when he turned his head towards the sword that had drawn his heart. Shanum stared long at the sword, then shook his head.

It was enough that he made trouble by entering this room without permission, and eavesdropping on other people's conversations clandestinely. He no longer wanted to increase his sin by stealing a sword that did not belong to him, just because of the absurd thought that the sword was as if it was calling him.

Shanum immediately cast a protection spell, stuck his palm on the door and found no one standing guard outside the door. Shanum breathed a sigh of relief, he was able to rush out of the room immediately.

The door creaked open, Shanum crept, then immediately walked away from the place.

Shanum was safely in his room. It turned out that he no longer needed to walk around in circles to head for his room. His strength was effective enough to lead him back without getting lost.

Shanum paced around in the room, trying to think about his actions to prevent the attack. But, the more thought out, his brain was getting deadlocked. Shanum has no brilliant idea.

He threw his butt on the bed, massaged his forehead while sighing, then looked at the wall before him with a flat expression.

Suddenly Shanum's lips widened to form a smile. He found a brilliant idea in his mind. Hopefully this idea works well. Now just go see Avraam to talk to the guy.

Shanum immediately turned to the door, and found Avraam frowning from behind the door.

Long live this man. I just thought about seeing him. Now even appear in front of me.

"Why don't you answer my call, sweetie? What are you thinking?" Avraam stepped closer to Shanum.

Shanum tried to smile as sweetly as possible to cover up his anxiety. "Ah, sorry. I was daydreaming about my house. Suddenly missed my hometown and also my parents."

Avraam raised an eyebrow. "You sure that's all you miss? Don't miss Khan Adrian, your husband's?"

Shanum felt the man's question was a trick question. And he doesn't want to be stuck with silly, if he wants his idea to work. Shanum gulped while smiling. "It seems, right now, only my home and parents are thinking."

"Dumb question! Of course I miss my husband, every second," Shanum said.

Avraam squinted his eyes at Shanum. The man seemed to be able to read the lie he had just told.

"Nurkey, Avraam. Can I make a request?"

Avraam did not immediately reply, he was still with his previous expression.

"Avraam..."

Shanum looked towards the man with a questionable expression.

"Say," said Avraam.

"I'm asking you to send me a package for my husband."

"Don't test my patience!" furious Avraam.

"Listen to me..."

"No!" Avraam instantly turned his body and stepped closer to the door. The man was not willing to listen to Shanum.

"I want to send you the necklace my husband gave me, the clothes I wore when you took me and a farewell letter for him" Shanum said quickly and loudly.

Avraam's hand stopped in midair as he wanted to press the doorknob, he immediately turned around, and looked at Shanum with a flat expression. Shanum didn't see any approval there, but at least this time Avraam listened.

"Case, Avraam. Let me do it. I'll explain to you my plan."