Chapter 92: The One I’ll Eat
Ariana stared at the chicken in surprise—it looked like it recognized her. Then, her smile widened as she stuck out her tongue mockingly at it, watching as the chicken tilted its head.
She brought her hand to her neck, slicing the air to signify kill, then slowly moved her hand to her mouth, curling it into a light fist as if she were eating something. She moved her lips as though explaining to the chicken that she would eat it. She gave it a sharp glare before muttering to herself inwardly,
’I especially want to eat you.’
She turned to Leah and signed, "Lady Leah," then pointed at the chicken. Turning back, she signed again,
"Don’t add that one. Keep it well. I want to be the one eating it..and it’ll be for a special occasion."
Leah nodded, not finding anything unusual in her request, but asked just to be sure,
"Queen Ariana, do you mean we should not cook it now, but keep it somewhere safe until you’re ready, since it’s for you?"
Ariana nodded with a smile. Her grin widened as her gaze returned to the chicken, which flapped its wings as if it had understood what Ariana had just told Leah.
"BUUC... BAA... BUUC!" it clucked loudly, almost sounding annoyed.
Leah’s eyes widened. These chickens were well-trained, so it was strange that this one in particular was acting so unusually.
"It seems like he’ll be needing some more training," she muttered calmly to herself, not expecting this odd behavior—if only she knew the history the queen had with this particular chicken.
Ariana’s eyes squinted. If she wasn’t mistaken, this chicken was glaring at her. A hard glare, at that. She turned to Leah and signed,