With Nardor, the construction was in good hands. Ikaris then went to see Danchun and found that as he had presumed she had no trouble dissecting the boar. She had to take frequent breaks, but she was making good progress.
"Can you continue?" He flatly asked behind her back while watching her dripping with sweat, her soaked tunic clinging to her skin.
"What do you think?" She snorted aggressively as she wrapped up yet another piece of meat.
"You seem to be doing fine." Ikaris teased her. "You don't need my help."
He pretended to whistle away with his hands in his pockets and as expected he heard a,
"Wait!"
The boy turned around and saw Danchun begging him with a wry smile.
"Please my Lord, give me a break."
Ikaris stared at her from head to toe, lingering on her long legs and sweaty face, then chuckled,
"This was the plan all along so why so angry?"
