Captured by the Desert Tyrant (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 109

At Riyad’s sharply piercing voice, Latifa placed one hand over her chest and bowed her head even more humbly. Yet her voice remained loud and clear as she spoke to him.

“Your words are most reasonable. However, I believe General Hades did not appoint me as his Frau without thought. I would appreciate the chance to prove that I am worthy of being Caleb’s symbol before you, Lord Riyad.”

Along with the pungent aroma of masala sauce—where cumin, nutmeg, and cloves blended harmoniously—his sharp, piercing gaze reached her even through her bowed head.

Latifa tightly closed her eyes as she gazed at the crimson spider lilies embroidered on the deep red carpet.

The overwhelming grandeur of the building, the dizzying array of colors, and the fragrance that anchored her reeling mind—

Everything had been intensely overwhelming to both her body and spirit since the moment she arrived in the desert, yet now she feared none of it.

After all, such composure was precisely what she, as the goddess of the thousand-year-old house of Caleb, ought to possess—it was her mission and duty.

A long silence passed, yet Latifa still kept her head lowered, showing continued respect toward Riyad.

Soon, a stifled chuckle—“Kup!”—sounded before her, quickly followed by hearty laughter that filled the entire space.

“Uwahahaha! Ahaha! You truly are an extraordinary one. Ahaha!”

Riyad, who had been pounding the nearby amber-colored cushion while bursting into loud laughter, abruptly stood up and limped toward Latifa.

“Had you lowered your head before me merely to curry favor, humbling yourself without reason, you would have disgraced your master’s dignity—and I myself would have drawn my sword to cut your hair and shame you.”

“…….”

“Or, had you relied on your master’s favor to strut arrogantly and look down upon me, I would have drawn my sword and aimed it straight at the heart brimming with pride.”

At Riyad’s gentle touch as he stroked the jasmine-adorned cat’s-eye ornament pinned in her hair, Latifa finally raised her head slightly and looked into his face.

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