Chapter 136: Upcoming TUNA
Eren and Kiran stood before the heavy wooden door, its surface carved with twisted symbols that seemed to writhe in the dim torchlight. The sound of splashing water and soft voices drifted from beyond.
"Ready to see your precious little friend, Veilwalker?" Kiran snarled, her voice dripping with malicious anticipation. "Time to shatter whatever pathetic fantasy you’ve built up in that thick skull of yours!"
She grabbed the iron handle and yanked the door open with vicious force, the hinges groaning in protest.
Eren stepped through the doorway and froze. The chamber beyond was massive, filled with warm steam that carried the scent of lavender and exotic oils. What made him pause wasn’t the luxury—it was the women moving throughout the space.
They weren’t warriors at all. They were attendants, dozens of them, wearing nothing but simple cloth strips wrapped low around their hips in the ancient style. Their breasts were completely exposed as they moved with practiced grace, carrying oils, sponges, and pitchers of water between the various pools. This was how bath servants had always dressed in the old kingdoms—practical for their wet work, unashamed in their femininity.
"LOOK AT YOUR STUPID FACE!" Kiran shrieked with delight, her laughter echoing off the marble walls. "Were you expecting an army of warriors, you fool? These are bath slaves! The lowest servants in the kingdom! And look how they flaunt themselves!"
She gestured wildly at the exposed women. "This is what your precious rescue mission led you to—a bathhouse full of half-naked servants!"
But Eren’s attention had already shifted to the centerpiece of the chamber—a large marble tub filled with steaming, perfumed water. And there, being gently bathed by several of the attendants, was a figure with silver hair that caught the light like liquid moonbeams.
Three of the servants worked around her—one washing her hair with careful hands, another gently scrubbing her shoulders with a soft sponge, while a third poured warm water from a silver pitcher to rinse away the soap.
"Viva," Eren breathed.
"THAT’S RIGHT, YOU LOVESICK FOOL!" Kiran screamed, her voice reaching a fever pitch. "There’s your precious silver-haired princess! Getting pampered like the spoiled little thing she is! Look how they wash her like she’s some delicate flower!"