How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 257. Monster (4)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
Light flashed. The monster teleported again. But Raphael’s sensitive nose could follow the distinctive smell of tomatoes on the animal. His hands still reeked from putting all the tomatoes in the trees, it was impossible not to smell it.
Immediately, he threw the chain sickle after that smell, a wide, slashing arc that severed one of the monster’s heads.
The liquid spurting from the headless neck was a milky white, and the bird staggered ahead of him. Yanking the sickle back, Raphael launched it again.
It thudded into the monster’s chest, and white blood burst between its feathers.
Even this monster couldn’t survive a strike to its heart. As the body slumped sideways onto the ground, dust puffed upward, and Raphael’s eyes shone with triumph. He had done it. He had killed the irritating thing.
He had been hunting the monster for days, so he was going to make sure of the kill. Raphael approached the motionless bird, listening to make sure it was no longer breathing. His sickle-wielding shadow stretched over the monster like a grim reaper, and the bird’s remaining head bowed limply.
Suddenly, the bird’s body sank into the ground, and was gone.
For a moment, Raphael stared at the place where it had been, bewildered. Had it teleported? There had been no flash of light.
“I did it…” He muttered, and then dug his hands into the ground where the bird’s body had disappeared. There was nothing. Was it because of all the sacred spring water it had consumed? It was an unsettling mystery.
With his canteen in hand, Raphael approached the spring. The water shone brightly in the light of dawn. All this time, he hadn’t been able to get even a mouthful of this water because of that stupid bird.
Warily, he watched the forest around him as he dipped the canteen into the water. But there was no sign of the monster. It was truly dead. Posted only on NovelUtopia.com
Now he could be sure. Raphael whooped with joy.
Raphael held up the full canteen in triumph. Finally, he could get the blessed amulet his beloved wife had asked him to get for her. He bounded back down the mountain
Raphael held up the canteen filled with spring water. Finally, he could get the amulet his beloved wife had asked for. He descended the mountain with light steps.
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“You killed that monster? That is incredible!”
The high priestess exclaimed as Raphael handed over the canteen, brimming with spring water. The priestess opened the lid to see it for himself.
“This will be enough,” she said. “Thank you for slaying that monster, Your Excellency. The Temple of Odessa will never forget your aid.”
“I only did it for my wife,” Raphael replied. “How long will it take to make the amulet?”
His bad temper was very much in evidence; it was as good as saying he could not care less about the Temple of Odessa.
“Not long,” the priestess answered carefully. “Probably a day to perform the ritual required to bless it.”
Raphael nodded, satisfied..
The delay of another day was annoying, but fortunately he had completed his task within the seven days Annette had suggested. He had kept his promise.
Raphael looked at the priestess before him. Though she was seated, she seemed rather tall for a woman, with a neutral voice.
Well, so long as she made the amulet, Raphael didn’t care about anything else. Dismissing it, Raphael rose, once more blind to the woman.
“I’ll be back tomorrow at this time. Good day.”
There was no hesitation as he left, and the priestess smiled bitterly.
“Always so impatient,” the priestess said, in a voice suddenly deeper before.
Distinctly male, and attractive.