My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Hungry. She was so hungry, but there’s nothing to eat.

Xanthea reluctantly shook her head, her conscience betraying her true feelings, while her starry eyes shimmered with a pleading look, which made the man’s heart almost melt.

“Just wait.”

“Huh?”

By the campfire, in a large lotus leaf filled with river water, a few fish and shrimp were happily wriggling. Orion picked out a trout, while Martin noticed Orion’s intent to grill and quickly grabbed the biggest pike.

“Mr. Lockwood, you should grill this one. It’s bigger and tastier.”

No thanks, pike has too many bones.”

“It does have more bones than trout, but…”

He’s not eating it, so why does it matter?

Martin was puzzled until he spotted Xanthea across the fire and suddenly understood–could it be he didn’t want Xanthea to get hurt by the bones?

“Mr. Lockwood, are you grilling fish too?”

“Here, take this branch!”

“Mr. Lockwood, I’d advise against it. Its taste is awful.”

The group of trainees gathered around, intrigued by his intent to grill. Xanthea was equally surprised.

Although he was an excellent chef, there were no tools or ingredients here. Even the best chef can’t work miracles without basics, right?

Just as she was about to speak, Orion pulled a pure metal–forged knife from his waist.

“Mr. Lockwood, you have a knife!”

“Mr. Lockwood, that’s so cold! We searched everywhere on set for a knife and you didn’t bring it out. We’ve eaten all those fish scales!”

“You don’t understand. Mr. Lockwood’s knife looks sharp and valuable; it must be a cherished item.”

Even if it’s a cherished item, he took it out to clean fish just so Xanthea could eat, didn’t he?

Isabella looked at Xanthea with a mix of envy and jealousy. Why does she effortlessly win everyone’s heart, while her painstaking efforts don’t earn her even a glance from her crush?

Wait. Wasn’t that her knife?

When Xanthea was four, her uncle gave her a birthday gift, claiming it was crafted by top Swiss artisans, incredibly robust and sharp enough to cut through iron like butter. Her mother, worried she might hurt herself, had hidden it away. But she secretly took it out to play

and lost it.

In her past life, she had seen him use this very knife to pry open her coffin. She was shocked, thinking it was a the coincidence, just that he had a knife identical to hers.

But now, she clearly saw the family initials engraved on the handle–a finely crafted “N,” that had smoothed over from years of handling, as if caressed thousands of times.

As Orion used that knife to scale the fish, Xanthea nervously interjected, “Be careful, that knife is very sharp!”

Orion paused and slowly looked up at her. His eyes were filled with a gleam that seemed a mix of incredulity and eager anticipation.

Caught by the surprise in everyone’s eyes and the camera zooming in, Xanthea stammered.

She had spoken out of concern without thinking.

Everyone must be wondering how she knew Orion’s knife was so sharp. They might even speculate about a possible connection between them, Wasn’t she just fueling rumors about herself?

And the look in Onion’s eyes it was clear he knew the knife was originally hers and hoped she would remember something. What if be Sasked about the knife? How would she respond?Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.