The Villainess Wants To Go Home

"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.

you, I have witnessed what kind of despicable noble lady, Diana really is" Edgar

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

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

I was going to get a new pair of shoes from the

your own eyes?" Edgar who wouldn't let go of the situation spoke. The men around the bench stared at him like he was

attacked young prince of Edmond on top of a roof and his

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

nostrils

hairy arm "Sit down" he pulled him down with

haired man "Jackal is right. You haven't been out of the barracks these past days, so you have no clue on

one who mocked Jackals mother interrupted, glaring at the two with fierce lavender eyes. Edgar and Jackal clicked their tongues in frustration,

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

ex-fiancé"

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

finishing off a last scrape of the wood before spinning the dagger around his hands and shoving it down back to it's satchel

you long enough to escape

to see a dark-skinned man, no older than

said with a hint of smirk across his face. The man let out a chuckle. "Don't mind

his best mate's hand when he suddenly jerked it back. "Noooo" he

instead." He stretched out the other hand passing the half full mug to his orange haired best friend. "We don't want a drunk guy running around the

Ceil frowned.

half

not start with that, please" he took the

results of being drunk" He took a big gulp of his ale. "Remember the last time you got drunk" he said gesturing his wooden

to **** an old lady" he said. Ceil eye twitched as the memory came rushing back, feeling his stomach

the other men sat around. "But seriously bud, that lady looked really wrinkly as if her skin was melting off her face and she was only in her 50s" stated

months terrified I'll wake up next to an old hag, maybe a black one like me" he said with a shiver. "What a nightmare that would be" he shook his face in disgust. "And you were going to wake up with one

you're a good

hands spread out in joy

my man" Ralph said enthusiastically