Conquering His Cold Heart

Chapter 682 Hidden talents

With his coin purse threatening to burst at the seams Frost jaunted over to the merchant's quarter in search of fine liquors and monster meat. He planned to use 4 of the gold coins for their celebration leaving the remaining 30 to be split evenly between himself, Borris and Avira.

Once the merchants learned of his generous budget they immediately started to pawn their wares, desperately trying to catch his favour. Unfortunately his only interest was in food and liquor leaving many depressed and downtrodden.

"I'm back."

"Oh great did you remember the booze?" Borris asked the moment Frost walked in the door, his back leaning against a soft chair while his feet rested next to the magic furnace, all he need now was a hard spirit and a cigar and he'd be golden.

"Welcome back, did you trade in the iceborne huntsman's fang?" Following Borris' voice was one belonging to a young woman.

"You woke up." Frost smiled upon hearing Avira' voice causing the woman to slightly blush from his devasting attack.

"Hahaha of course she woke up, the moment she could no longer feel your presence she got up with a start hahahaha...ow!" Borris' laughter was quickly silenced by a large cushion hitting his head.

"Sh...Shut up you stupid dwarf!" Avira was like a cat that had her tail stepped on. She viciously glared at Borris, treating him like an enemy. Her face redder than a tomato as her embarrassment reached the heavens.

How could he phrase it that way, what would Frost think of her upon hearing that. She sounded like some kind of lovelorn little girl who could only feel safe by his side.

She nervously glanced at Frost, gauging his reaction but all she got in return was a gentle smile which acted like an arrow through her heart.

'Why is he so damn charming?' She internally complained wanting to hide beneath the covers.

Frost actually found her reaction to be rather logical as well as endearing. He was the one protecting her, the one who rushed to her side when she was deprived of energy and the one who held her close as they returned to the Lambda camp. It was quite natural for her to find comfort in his presence after all that.

However while Avira was acting like a lovesick fool, looking at Frost as man, he was unfortunately looking at her in the same way as he did Luna. She was nothing but a girl in his eyes, cute and sometimes adorable but not a woman. He admired her potential as a warrior but there was no lust in his gaze, she failed to meet his high standards, falling short of both Daki and Maya.

"Did you drink the health potion?" He asked with concern, in a tone similar to that of a caring elder brother.

"Un...thank you." Avira withdrew her hands from her face and bravely thanked him with a curt nod.

"No thanks necessary, as long as you're well."

"Umu" She mumbled, moved by his concern which forced Borris to stifle his laughter, finding their exchanges to be romantic comedy gold. In his view Avira was a complete lost cause, a fly caught in Frost natural web of charisma and attraction. She probably never had the chance to come in contact with any males other than those pompous noble heirs with their heads up their asses.

Frost was probably akin to a breath of fresh air, a feeling so real and intense that she never wanted to give it up.

"The iceborne huntsman netted us 34 gold coins, I used 4 to purchase supplies for a celebratory feast while the remainder will be split evenly between the three of us. Is that acceptable to the two of you?"

"I said I can cook."

"...."

"...."

Frost and Borris were speechless, they frowned, looked at one another then back at Avira. The sheltered Princess of Northrend could cook? Fighting skills they could understand given that even the children of barons and viscounts received combat training but cooking?

"What don't believe me?" Avira felt an anger festering in her heart upon seeing the disbelief on their faces.

Frost and Borris looked at one another again before Frost said. "Well yeah."

Crack!

Avira clenched her left fist so tightly that her knuckles cracked. Her upper lip started twitching and a vein throbbed above her eyes.

"The polite thing to do in this situation is lie or feign ignorance!"

'Why was he so direct, does have no decorum, this hateful man.'

"What's the point in doing that?" Frost tilted his head to the side, failing to understand Avira's reasoning.

"It's a weird noble thing don't worry about it." Borris who was in agreement with Frost but understood the situation whispered into his ear.

"Oh, I see. How good are you then?" Frost's sudden acceptance and then questioning of her abilities deflated all the anger in Avira's chest, how could she stay mad at him for being honest.

"3 star spirit chef, I can easily prepare and handle ingredients of C-rank monsters without too much mana wastage." Avira revealed her status with pride, arching her chest forward as she leaned back to welcome the awes and praise from the two men.

"Hoh that's very impressive V, to already be a spirit chef at your age. Seems you're a girl of many talents." Borris clapped his hands and nodded his head, truly impressed by her status which of course inflated the young woman's ego.

"Incredible I've only met two people who can be considered spirit chefs, and both are far older than you V. Borris is right you are a woman of many talents." Frost was equally impressed wholeheartedly agreeing with Borris' judgment.

"Hehehe." Avira playfully giggled, very much enjoying being looked at with such respect.

"Who taught you how to cook?" Frost asked.

"My mother, she learned when she was younger so as to win my father's heart through his stomach. She thus started teaching me in the hope that'd I'd be able to do the same...."She started off with a confident tone but as she spoke of her mother's reasoning she couldn't help but go a bit red in the cheeks, her gaze intermittently flashing over Frost.

'Maybe I can impress him with food instead.' She'd already written off affecting him with her beauty and figure, Maya and Daki won hands down in that department.