Re-Awakened: Tyrant Lord Wants A Good Life!

When Noyan opened his eyes, the sun was already high in the sky.

He attempted to sit up, but his head spun, and a wave of pain shot through his body, forcing him to slump back onto the bed.

"Brother! Brother!" A familiar voice called out suddenly, filled with urgency. The sound brought a faint smile to his lips as he turned his head toward the source.

The yurt's inner curtain parted, and a girl who was the spitting image of Lady Naran hurried inside. Her delicate features, marred by worry, lit up with relief as she spotted him. Rushing to his side, she grabbed his hands tightly.

"Brother! You're hurt again! How many times have I told you to be more careful?" she scolded, her words tumbling out in a single breath. But her indignation quickly turned into action as she twisted his ear with surprising force.

"Ahh! Aiyo! Sister, stop! Stop!" Noyan winced, grimacing in pain. He couldn't understand why he deserved such treatment.

Satisfied with the redness of his ear, the girl—Niryul—released her grip. But her anger quickly turned to guilt, and her eyes grew misty.

Seeing tears well up in her eyes, Noyan broke out in a cold sweat. For all his resilience in the face of wild beasts, he was utterly defenseless against his sister's tears.

Though Noyan had many siblings, Niryul was the only one he shared blood ties with. She was his only true sister in this world, and the thought of her crying pierced his heart more than any wound.

"Hey, hey," he said quickly, rubbing his reddened ear. "Don't you feel ashamed crying in front of your younger brother? At least try to maintain some dignity!"

Niryul pouted, furrowing her brows as her tears stopped. She smacked his head lightly, crossing her arms in mock indignation as she turned away.

Noyan groaned internally. He wasn't sure how to handle her temper, which was as unpredictable as the plains' winds. With a deep sigh, he forced himself to sit up, though it took great effort. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I'm fine, okay? Don't worry about me." His voice was soft, almost coaxing.

Niryul hadn't been truly angry to begin with. Seeing her brother struggle just to sit up brought fresh tears to her eyes, and she sobbed into his shoulder as she hugged him back.

"Now, now," Noyan muttered, panic creeping into his voice as he patted her back awkwardly. "Please don't cry! What will people think if they see me unable to comfort my sister?"

After some time, they both calmed down. Niryul sat beside him, listening intently as Noyan recounted what had happened. He left out many details, but the bits he shared were enough for her to understand how much he had endured.

Her expression darkened, and she couldn't help but blame their mother for her brother's suffering.

Noyan noticed her displeasure immediately. His face grew serious as he met her gaze. "You're not allowed to think badly of Mother, understand?"

Niryul looked unconvinced, her anger barely concealed. "Isn't it too much? Every time you go with her, you come back like this. And this time, you nearly died! You're just a boy. Is all of this even necessary?"

Her words carried a mix of frustration and sadness. Noyan could see the fiery resentment she harbored for their mother.

"Do you remember when Father wanted to marry you off?" he asked, his voice quiet but firm. "It was Mother who stood up for you. It caused a fight between them. She protected you then, and she always will."

A flicker of fear passed through Niryul's eyes as she recalled that time. Her gaze softened, but her voice trembled as she replied, "I know... I know she's done so much for me. She saved me from those raiders too. But she's so cold, Noyan. Father doesn't care about us, and apart from you, who else do I have in this world?"

Reaching out, Noyan took her hands in his and looked at her solemnly. "That's why I must become stronger. If we don't gain power, we'll always be pawns in someone else's game. Do you want to live like that? Because I don't. I'll make sure we both live the lives we deserve!"

Niryul's eyes wavered, her expression complicated. "Is it really worth it, going through all of this?" she thought silently. After a moment, she shook her head and giggled.

"Alright, I'll rely on you!" she said, teasingly. Then, with a smirk, she added, "But tell me, oh great Lord Noyan, who will you rely on?"

Only then did Noyan realize the state he was in. His flushed cheeks betrayed his embarrassment. "Go away, go away!" he shouted in mock annoyance. "Let this Lord rest!"

Niryul laughed but then froze as if remembering something important. She hesitated before speaking.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Noyan asked, noticing her sudden change in demeanor.

Niryul bit her lip, debating whether to speak. Finally, she said, "There's been talk about the Holy Pilgrimage. All the tribes in the plains are preparing to send their chosen warriors to the Gabi Desert."

A glimmer of anticipation flickered in Noyan's eyes. He clenched his chest, feeling the pendant against his skin. With his newfound discoveries, the prospect of the Holy Pilgrimage excited him.

"You're thinking of going, aren't you?" Niryul asked, her tone sorrowful. "Do you know how dangerous it is? Survival isn't guaranteed. You could—"

"Sister," Noyan interrupted, his voice calm yet firm. "Have I ever lied to you?"

Niryul blinked in surprise but shook her head. "No. You've never lied to me. You'd better not start now!"

Noyan chuckled softly. "Then trust me when I say I'll survive. I have a trump card. Without taking risks, we'll never rise above our circumstances. Do you want us to stay at the bottom of the well forever?"

Though her instincts told her otherwise, Niryul nodded reluctantly. "Fine. But promise me—you'll come back safe."

"It's a promise," Noyan said with a reassuring smile.

"Good," she replied, standing. "Now rest and recover. Don't do anything reckless!"

Noyan nodded obediently, watching as she left the yurt. Once she was gone, he adjusted his posture and began practicing his meditative technique despite the pain coursing through his body.

***

Inside the large central yurt, Lady Aynur and Batu sat engrossed in a game of chess.

Pieces flew off the board as they played with fierce concentration. Batu wore a triumphant grin, while Lady Aynur pouted theatrically.

Finally, Lady Aynur stretched her arms and sighed dramatically. "I surrender! Husband, you're simply too strong!"

Batu's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Dear Aynur, you can't fool me. You let me win, didn't you? How magnanimous!"

Lady Aynur gasped, feigning disbelief. "How could I dare? Husband, you shouldn't accuse the innocent like this. If I lost, it's only because I'm no match for the master of the Art of War. Compared to your brilliance, my skills are nothing but scraps."

Her exaggerated flattery made Batu chuckle, though his eyebrows twitched slightly. "My Aynur is truly a Grandmaster of flattery," he said with a peculiar smile.

Before Lady Aynur could respond, Batu lunged unexpectedly, knocking over the chessboard. Lady Aynur shrieked, her face flushing red as her husband pinned her down on the silk-laden carpet.

Batu's fiery gaze roamed over her, seeing those explosive curves, that smooth skin, those two lumps of flesh and the shy, beautiful face, Batu's eyes were fiery with desire.

His passion evident. Lady Aynur's heart pounded as she felt his hands move with deliberate mischief, touching here and there with the finesse of a conqueror exploring uncharted territory.

"Ah, husband—stop!" Lady Aynur exclaimed, torn between laughter and embarrassment. She realized she had played with fire, and now she was being consumed by its flames.

Just as Batu was about to unleash his full passion, a soft yet awkward cough echoed through the yurt.

Lady Aynur froze, her face burning with mortification. Batu awkwardly moved away from Lady Aynur and faced another beautiful woman in his life. His eyes couldn't help but twitch upon seeing Lady Naran, this unbelievably beautiful woman. Instantly, all his anger vanished like smoke especially after he saw the indignant look on Lady Naran's face. He felt like he was very lucky and unlucky at the same time. It was really a weird feeling

Standing at the entrance was Lady Naran, her exquisite beauty and commanding presence making the atmosphere instantly tense. Though her expression remained composed, there was an unmistakable hint of indignation in her eyes.

Lady Aynur scrambled to her feet, hiding behind Batu as if shielding herself from a predator. "Sister Naran," she greeted awkwardly, unable to meet the other woman's gaze.

Lady Naran nodded politely and bowed to Batu. Then, with an air of hesitance, she said, "Husband, I need to speak with you… alone."

Batu frowned slightly, clearly displeased. It was an awkward situation. He couldn't exactly tell Lady Aynur to leave just so he could spend time with his other wife. The thought alone made him uneasy.

Lady Aynur, however, quickly read the mood. Smiling sweetly, she kissed Batu on the cheek and said, "Husband, it's only fair that Sister Naran gets your attention too. I'll take my leave."

Batu nodded, his expression softening. Meanwhile, Lady Naran's face remained impassive, though her eyes flickered briefly as Aynur left.

As Lady Aynur passed by, she gave Lady Naran a sly smile and a knowing glance before disappearing behind the curtain.

Once they were alone, Batu turned to Lady Naran, his earlier annoyance giving way to curiosity. "What is it, Naran?" he asked, folding his arms.

Lady Naran hesitated for a moment before stepping closer. Her sharp eyes met his, and her voice was calm yet serious as she spoke