Villain Saving System (BL)

Jillian and Maia exchanged a few more letters to confirm the time and place and in the end, both agreed that they shouldn’t go to cities for risk of being spotted. The only alternative was to meet in the middle of the forest where no one would catch them red-handed. It made Jillian feel a bit complicated. Never had he expected that one day, he, Jillian Lacrosa of all people, would have a secret meeting with the barbarians behind his men’s back. Life was truly filled with surprising events.

He had only thought that Hayden seemed to fulfill the criteria of Maia’s ideal type but nothing could ever prepare him for the exact moment when those two laid their eyes upon each other. Maia’s eyes rounded and she was frozen in place, staring straight at Hayden as if he was the only thing she could ever see. Slowly, a blush spread all over her cheeks, neck and practically her entire body. Jillian could even see steam fuming out of her ears.

Hayden wasn’t any better. He was obviously fidgeting under Maia’s persistent stare, nervous and shy at the same time. Jillian never told him what they came here to do thus Hayden threw him an uncertain glance, confused. "G—General, they are..."

Maia snapped out of her reverie at the sound of Hayden’s voice and let out a high pitched screech like that of a dying beast. She promptly hid behind a middle aged man’s back, presumably the elder whom she had talked to, and peeked at Jillian over his shoulder "W—W—Who is that, General? I—I..."

Somehow, Jillian was pleased to see Maia reduced into a stuttering mess. She didn’t even act like this when she saw Regius. Good, very good. Feeling generous, he introduced the two. "Hayden, this is Miss Maia. Miss Maia, this is Hayden."

The elder of the barbarian tribe cleared his throat. "You’re in the presence of the daughter of the 47th Chief, Lady Maia. As for I," he inclined his head toward Jillian. Not low enough to be humble but it was a gesture of politeness, nevertheless. Jillian didn’t blame him. They had been enemies for years and suddenly had to act cordial with each other was... perplexing. "You may call me Alain."

"Elder Alain." Jillian deliberately used the title to show his goodwill.

As he had expected, Alain’s rigid face softened imperceptibly. "I have heard so much about you, General. I heard you have been... discussing something with our Lady, is that true?"

"Yes." Jillian replied. "We are here to talk about the possibility of a peace treaty between us."