The Villainess Wants To Go Home novel Chapter 46

"Have you heard" a sonorous male voice discussed among the group men sitting around the bench. His messy beard smeared with food crumbs and was moist because of his drink as he shoved a spoonful of his stew in his mouth.

"What nonsense are you going to spout out now? Jackal" another man spat out, slamming his wooden ale mug on the bench, spattering a few droplets of ale across the wooden oak bench. His wolf like eyes glancing at the brown-haired man with his messy beard that wasn't trimmed in weeks, in annoyance. Jackal a man no older than 40, with slick brown hair which he would always make sure was neat instead of worrying about his overgrowing beard was described by his peers as a blabber mouth that spoke about trivial matters that no one cared about or just complete nonsense that never made sense.

Jackal sneered at the messy red-haired man with a face that was smudged and stained in soot from the ashes of the dragon flame.

"What I'm going to tell you idiots is not nonsense but rumours that I heard from my own ears" he said pointing to his huge ears as his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets which he glanced at everyone.

"What could that be? Your mother came crawling out from the grave and ran around the town *****" another voice from the table mocked Jackal resulting everyone in laughter.

Jackal's face turned red from anger. "don't talk about my mother like that. She's in a better place now, no reason for her to come back to this cruel world"

His peers gave each other doubtful looks as they tried to keep their snickering to themselves but was heard clearly from Jackal.

"Guys stop being so cruel to the old man. Let him finish what he has to say about the rumours" a mocking tone came from another man sitting beside Jackal, leaning forward with a wooden mug in his hand.

Not knowing the intention of the man Jackal nodded his head. "Thank you, Zachary"

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted" he glanced at the certain redhead. "The runaway noble-"

"You mean Lady Diana" another man sitting beside him cut him off.

"Yes, who else would I be talking about" Jackal shoved another spoonful of stew while looking at his peer in idiocy.

The man looked at him, "There are many nobles I was just making sure we were thinking of the same person" he grumbled taking a sip of his ale.

"Didn't she flee from her home yesterday while the grand duke was not present?" said Zachary, feeling a little curious of where Jackal's words was heading.

"Apparently the whole Glacies estate is searching for her and set a bounty of 50 gold if captured and returned to the mansion" Samuel a boy beside the red-haired man said joining in the conversation of the grownups. His small almond eyes, the colour of obsidian glanced around his peers not missing their sudden greedy expressions.

"Lies. The duke never cares about the arrogant lady from the very beginning she was brought to this world. Why would he suddenly want her to return? I would just let her run free and do whatever she wants. Saves me the trouble of dealing with an incompetent daughter like her" a man with long black hair reaching his neck spoke in a gruff tone getting the attention of everyone.

"You haven't left the barracks in three days. How would you know about what's happening in town these past days?" Jackal said twirling the spoon around towards the long haired man whose names was Edgar.

"Unlike you, I have witnessed what kind of despicable noble lady, Diana really is" Edgar hissed, arching his thick sharp eyebrows.

"That doesn't explain anything on the situations that's going on now" Jackal said, spitting out a bone that he felt in his mouth after the spoonful of the beef stew he placed in his mouth earlier.

"Well, I heard from the townsfolk she brought down Glacies strongest knight. Thomas Lupin" the man sitting beside Jackal, a young man just reaching his adult years interrupted the two before they started a quarrel between each other. There was a click of annoyance coming from Edgar. "Impossible. That man is a beast when it comes to handling a sword. Those are all bullshit rumours"

"They are just rumours I heard from the townsfolk this morning when I was going to get a new pair of shoes from the market" he said with a mouthful of bread.

"Rumours you say. Have you seen it with your own eyes?" Edgar who wouldn't let go of the situation spoke. The men around the bench stared at him like he was an idiot. They knew how fond Edgar was of Thomas Lupin.

"Nope" Matt said with an innocent tone. "But more rumours were going around that she attacked young prince of Edmond on top of a roof and his royal highness crown prince" he said.

Edgar shot up from his seat, slamming his giant hands-on top of the table making a racket "Look at what you did now, Jackal." Edgar growled pointing his finger at him. "You have gotten Matt into your delusional nonsense"

"I have not!" Jackal stood up angrily, nostrils flared from the insulting words Edgar blurted out.

Zachary grabbed a hold of Jackal's hairy arm "Sit down" he pulled him down with force.

"And Edgar" he turned his attention towards the long haired man "Jackal is right. You haven't been out of the barracks these past days, so you have no clue on what's happening"

"Stop bickering over stupid rumours" John the one who mocked Jackals mother interrupted, glaring at the two with fierce lavender eyes. Edgar and Jackal clicked their tongues in frustration, yet they knew not to mess with the man that could take a dragon with his bare hands if he wanted to.

Edward the red-haired man took a huge gulp of his ale then to slam his wooden mug on the bench "She's probably spread those rumours herself to get the attention from her fiancé" wiping the drink with the back of his hands and starting the conversation that should have ended with John's glare.

"You mean ex-fiancé" Matt corrected. "EHH!"

Not far from where the men sat around the bench bickering about the rumoured runaway noble, stood a man. Leaning against a wooden pole, scraping his sharp dagger across a small wooden dragon figure. His orange hair flashed lighting from the flickering of fire that burned on the wooden torch bolted above him. Deep blue eyes intimated by the carved wooden dragon in his hand yet he listened to the argument between the men he worked with for years.

"The runaway noble" he mumbled under his breath while finishing off a last scrape of the wood before spinning the dagger around his hands and shoving it down back to it's satchel with huffed out laugh.

"Took you long enough to escape that dreaded family"