Chapter 309. Village Chief’s Invitation
Tyler walked along the dirt path leading to the farmlands, watching as the villagers wrapped up their work for the season. The golden fields, once lush with crops, were now bare, signaling the arrival of winter. The workers, bundled in thick clothes, gathered their tools and chatted amongst themselves as they made their way back to the village.
Tyler, however, had a different destination. At the center of the farmland stood the largest house in the village—Misra’s residence.
He sighed. He hadn’t expected an invitation from the village chief, yet he couldn’t refuse. Curiosity gnawed at him, particularly about Mathilda. She disguised herself as a man and went by the name "Leon," posing as the husband of the village chief. But something about her—her presence, her mannerisms—felt strikingly familiar.
A young servant girl met him at the entrance and silently led him through the wooden corridors. Tyler frowned when they stopped before a bedroom door.
He hesitated. Why a bedroom?
Before he could ask, the servant girl bowed and left without a word.
Tyler knocked on the door.
"Come in..." a mature, seductive voice purred from within.
Something about that voice sent a shiver down his spine but in different way. Pushing the door open, he stepped inside.
The room was bathed in warm candlelight. A wooden cot, draped with soft fur blankets, stood in the center. Misra, the village chief, lounged gracefully on the bed, her curves accentuated by a loose, silky dress that barely concealed her ample chest. A playful smirk tugged at her lips as she regarded him.
But Tyler’s eyes quickly shifted to the figure beside her. A beautiful boy with delicate features sat near Misra. No, not a boy—Mathilda, dressed in men’s clothing, her disguise flawless except for the unmistakable gleam in her eyes.