Alibuda Chronicles Part 1: Volume 1, Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Leaving aside any illegitimate daughters Princess Xingmei

might have, among the King's daughters, three princesses have officially received royal tattoos and titles. The eldest princess is twenty-five, married to the president of the Northern Golden Flower Federation. The second princess, Linglan, possesses martial arts skills taught by a mysterious figure, so powerful they're jaw-dropping; she's currently the Grand Commander of the Fourth Division of the Imperial Guard, nineteen years old. Finally, there's His Majesty the King's most beloved youngest daughter, Princess Xingmei, who is fourteen this year. Xingmei and Xingmei—aren't they homophones?

I raped the princess?

Damn it, even if I slaughtered the Su brothers, chopped them into mincemeat, and paraded them through the streets, it probably wouldn't be as difficult to deal with as this mess. If my deadbeat father knew, he'd immediately rush back from the border… not to save me, of course, but to personally kill this beast who defiled the princess's purity!

There were only two options: one, rush home, pack my belongings, and flee the country as fast as possible, becoming fugitives; two, kill this little bitch, cover my tracks, and then leave with Babi as if nothing had happened, living day to day.

But neither path was possible. With the former, before I even escaped, my wanted poster would be all over the continent, and bounty hunters everywhere would be after my head; with the latter, if I chose that, I'd be a prime suspect. The princess's disappearance was a huge deal; if anyone in the palace knew this little bitch had disguised herself and joined the army, Babi and I would probably be on the executioner's block by this evening.

Damn it! I'd gamble with my life; I was going all in!

With a determined heart, I decided to take the risk and bent down to pick up the sharp sword from the ground. At that moment, Babi, who was keeping watch outside, was startled by the little bitch's scream and rushed in, his face ashen. I, shirtless, went to meet him.

“John, what’s wrong with you…”

Halfway through his sentence, Babi’s face suddenly contorted, not in surprise, but in pain. He stared blankly at the warm blood on his hand and the sword I had plunged into his abdomen.

“John! Why…you…would you…”

His words were interrupted by a clot of blood that suddenly spilled from his throat, but it was clear he didn’t understand why I wanted to kill him.

“You said, how can you be a true man if you’re not ruthless? Now I’m going to be a true man, and that means being ruthless to you.”

I whispered in his ear, twisted the sword, and pulled it out, watching my old friend, who had once shared my revelry in the brothels of the capital, turn into a corpse in a mixture of shock and rage.

Killing to silence him was necessary, but I couldn’t kill the princess, so I had to kill Babi!

My friend, rest in peace…no, it doesn’t matter whether you rest in peace or not, the important thing is not to come looking for me in the middle of the night. You were foolish all your life, don’t suddenly become wise after death!

The work is done, now it’s time to put on a good show. Turning around, the little bitch, having witnessed me kill Babi, her blood dripping with the sword, had stopped screaming in terror. She struggled frantically, trying to break free of the golden silk ropes, her body twisting backward, terrified I would kill her next. If I freed her hands, I would die instantly. With a flick of my sword, I strode towards her.

"No…don't come any closer…"

the little bitch screamed as I approached. I grabbed her wrists, and with a swift stroke, severed the golden silk ropes binding her hands.

Freed, the little bitch clearly couldn't fathom my intentions. Rubbing her aching wrists, she gathered her tattered clothes from the ground to cover herself, looking at me with suspicion and uncertainty.

Kneeling on the ground, I forced tears to well up in my eyes, and with a mixture of sincerity and remorse, recounted the elaborate lie I had painstakingly crafted.

Babi and I passed by the training tower and heard strange noises inside. Entering, we found the princess unconscious in a trap, poisoned by the lustful beast. Consumed by lust, she would surely die from burning blood if not treated quickly. To save the princess, we had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. However, defiling the princess's purity is a capital offense. As her subjects, only death can atone for this and preserve her honor…

This lie was riddled with flaws. While the beast's slime had aphrodisiac effects, it wasn't as potent as a strong aphrodisiac; the trap and the sleeping potion were never mentioned. But a woman who has lost her virginity is usually reluctant to publicize it, and this little bitch had such an innocent and naive look. Women often have a deep affection for their first man, and this virgin, so concerned with her chastity, was especially so. I decided to gamble on this.

As I spoke, I secretly observed her reaction.

Her once exquisitely beautiful face, now etched with sorrow, was filled with tears of grief in her clear eyes, making her appear utterly pitiful. Her delicate breasts, barely concealed by tattered cloth, rose and fell with her breath. Yet, her innate goddess-like nobility and purity remained undiminished by the brutality she had suffered.

Damn, this girl is truly beautiful. To ride her even once would be worth it, even as a ghost. But that's just talk; I'd rather die than do it.

"Babbi is dead. If I commit suicide, no one else in the world will know what happened today. I only wish the princess would remember our sacrifice for the Alibuda royal family. Then we can die in peace!"

I finished speaking with fervor, then immediately drew my sword and committed suicide, deliberately making a grand gesture—in short, for dramatic effect.

"No!"

As expected, the little bitch swiftly snatched the longsword, but I deliberately showed off, letting the tip of the sword draw a bloody line across my neck to appear dangerous. In reality, it was truly risky; the sword was incredibly sharp, and a slight misstep would have severed my head. However, to fool the little bitch, I had to go to some lengths.

"Your Highness! You…"

Having been saved from suicide, I feigned shock, looking at the little bitch with bewildered expression, inwardly relieved. This kind of hothouse flower likely has limited intelligence and is too young; how could she know the wickedness of the human heart? She disguised herself to join the army; her mind must be filled with tales of loyal and courageous knights. My idol once said: "When a person deeply believes in something, their heart is easily misled by that thing." Simply put, she's very easy to fool!

"You...you...I...I..."

The little slut stared at me, stammering and unable to speak, clearly at a loss for what to do. Finally, she looked at me, a slight blush rising on her cheeks, but then she covered her face and burst into tears.

I felt a sense of relief, and boldly moved closer, embracing the little slut's smooth body, softly comforting her, saying the same old things: I'll treat you well! I'll definitely marry you! I'll never let you down...wait, I've memorized these words at least seven years ago, brothel prostitutes, royal princesses, anyway, female animals love to hear these things.

"Waaah...waaah..."

The girl struggled at first, but then obediently let me hold her, sobbing softly, unable to calm her grief for a long time...

and just like that, I got away with the huge accusation of raping a princess.

The young girl was at the age of puberty, and since I had taken her virginity, it was only natural that she would vaguely regard me as her prince consort. With my skillful "training," I quickly subdued her.

Of course, I also used some tricks.

When I hastily left, Princess Xingmei didn't notice that her hidden sword was still in the tower. Furthermore, when Ba Bi's body was discovered shortly afterward, it was found alongside the sword, and after examination, it was naturally considered the murder weapon.

Someone in the team recognized it as the weapon of the newcomer "Xia Xingmei," and the investigating officer confronted her, questioning her about the events of that day. Xingmei couldn't answer, stammering and giving unclear accounts, almost bursting into tears. At this moment, I stepped forward, proving that she had been with me that day, and stating that the sword had been missing for several days and must have been picked up by someone for malicious purposes. I have always been on good terms with Babi, so of course no one would suspect that I am the real culprit. Under my strong insistence, they even took the sword from me and returned it to Xingmei.

Having been saved by me again, Xingmei was naturally extremely grateful, completely regarding me as her hero.

In truth, Xingmei's backing was stronger than anyone else's; even if I hadn't intervened, she would have remained unscathed. How could I let such a favor slip by? Sure enough, everything went as I expected. Babi's father was just a low-ranking officer with no real background, and the military's investigation wasn't very proactive. Later, hearing that the palace had sent a secret envoy, the military hastily closed the case, letting it fade away.

Out of grief for my friend's tragic death, I gave Babi's father a large sum of money. He was deeply grateful, saying I was the most righteous person in the world. I didn't care; this money was Xingmei's secret stash of money, which she asked me to pass on as compensation—another favor. However, I didn't pocket much of it, so I felt I had done right by my friendship with Babi.

A few days later, I don't know what Xingmei said to her father, but the military, following an order from the palace, promoted me from a common soldier to centurion, skipping rank altogether. The reason given was: outstanding ability and efficient work.

Ha! How ridiculous! What outstanding ability do I have? What efficient work do I have? Perhaps it's because I'm exceptional in bed, making your daughter suffer every night? Well, no need to be polite about that.

Before even having a competition, I, whom they've always looked down on, have already taken the centurion's position. The Su brothers are furious, but powerless to change the established fact.

As for me, of course, I ignore these two defeated dogs. I take the seal of office from my superior, officially becoming a centurion, and carry out my moving task: to transfer a new recruit named "Xia Xingmei" to my quarters as my personal attendant, to train her in proper military etiquette every day, and to develop her alluring body.

The wheel of fate spun fiercely in the river of time. While I was indulging in a life of carefree idleness in the army, I had no idea that this autumn, Xingmei and I would face another turning point in our lives: the Battle of Ahurama!

Ever since I seduced the princess and tricked the innocent and adorable Xingmei into my hands, I'd been promoted and made rich. Not only did the king promote me to centurion, but even my perverted father, far away on the border, sent a letter saying that I had finally reformed and was striving for improvement, which pleased him greatly and made him proud of our Farrell family ancestors.

Lots of nonsense, but not a single penny more. My perverted father, a man of integrity and frugality, had won the Best Civil Servant Award for seven consecutive years; I think he was the most pathetic of all the nobles in the kingdom.

Being promoted from infantryman to centurion was exhilarating, but what I truly enjoyed was being able to hide in my private office every day and "train" the adorable Xingmei. With my superior bedroom skills, manipulating this virgin who was just beginning to experience the pleasures of love was a piece of cake. Each night brought different techniques, making Xingmei blush with embarrassment, yet she couldn't wait to try them. Furthermore, from the annotations of that book of erotic magic, I deciphered a special purplish-red barrier. When I cast it during intercourse, it would keep my erection erect while simultaneously absorbing the woman's pure yin essence to nourish my own flesh and blood.

The best practice subject for this secret technique, of course, was little Xingmei, whose martial arts skills were at least dozens of times greater than mine, if not a hundred times. Practicing magic should have weakened my body, but the result of absorbing nourishment from Xingmei after each encounter was that my body grew stronger day by day, which also increased my magic power. I could use more and more erotic techniques, each time driving little Xingmei to the brink of ecstasy.

However, things don't always go as planned. Although Xingmei and I were passionately in love, her royal upbringing made this little princess very reserved. She refused to engage in any of the more intense activities like anal or oral sex, and even a simple touch of my penis would elicit screams and cries, leaving me quite bored.

Eventually, she started crying and complaining that I didn't care for her and only forced her to do such sordid things. She even put on airs as a princess, scolding me for being rude. Humph! A princess? Stripped naked, she's just a little slut, what's so great about her!

As a result, with her around, I was essentially restricted. My usual lavish lifestyle in brothels was now impossible. Plus, with the princess putting on such an air, I became increasingly furious. So, I secretly applied for a transfer, keeping all my activities a secret from Xingmei. By the time the military orders came through, it was too late.

Xingmei disguised herself and joined the Imperial Guard without His Majesty's knowledge. She had told me that she admired her second elder sister, a woman of unparalleled martial arts skills, and her heroic figure commanding armies on the battlefield. After pestering her sister to teach her martial arts, she was eager to try her hand at it. So, disregarding the objections of the ladies-in-waiting, she secretly disguised herself and joined the Imperial Guard during her free time. In other words, once I was transferred, she couldn't possibly follow, and I could easily shake her off and go out to enjoy a life of pleasure and carefree living.

Everything went as I expected. Xingmei cried and made a scene when she learned of my transfer to the provinces, but she was helpless and watched as I packed my bags and moved on. Only one thing puzzled me greatly. I had requested a transfer to a large southern port city far from the capital, but the military order I received transferred me to Ahurama City on the eastern border. Although it was relatively prosperous, it was a simple agricultural area with a simple and honest populace. Wouldn't it be incredibly boring to be transferred there? However, as long as I can get rid of that brat princess, I don't care about anything else. I'll just pack my bags and take up my post.

In Ahurama City, I'm still a centurion. I just coast through the daily drills. There aren't any big brothels here, and the communal military prostitutes are all vulgar and repulsive. There are a few female generals in the army who are quite pretty, but most of them think my martial arts are too weak and don't even give me a second glance. Humph! What's the big deal? Do I care?

In my spare time, I focused on studying the secrets in the book of erotic magic and even discovered a biochemical drug called "Erosion Gu." If a woman takes it, she will become incredibly lewd and unable to control herself once she hears a certain melody. The book also says that a whistle made from a plant called "Crying Bamboo" can produce that high-frequency melody, which can only be heard by women under the influence of the Erosion Gu and orcs. It's very safe and reliable.

I was overjoyed. Weeping bamboo is extremely rare, yet there were several here, a clear sign that fate was on my side. I spent several days carving the bamboo to prepare my Gu poison, making all the necessary preparations. That day, just as I finished purchasing the necessary herbs, I passed by a military camp and suddenly heard someone mention my name.

I went closer and saw several of my men, captains of ten, gathered there, talking badly about me. This wouldn't have been a problem, but the guys got more and more excited, seemingly intent on taking action, so I had to listen carefully.

It turned out that these bastards had ill intentions; they planned to use the excuse of congratulating me the next day to send me a jar of wine as a gift, and then kill me in one fell swoop.

"How? Poison the wine?"

"That's too old-fashioned, nothing new."

A red-haired quartermaster whispered, "We have liquid gunpowder in my hometown. We'll fill a bottle, and as soon as that kid opens it, hehe! It'll blow his face to pieces, and his life will be worse than death!"

I was secretly horrified. This guy actually came up with such a vicious plan. I remained calm, preparing to expose them when they offered the wine the next day, forcing those bastards to drink it down my throat. But the next day, I received orders early in the morning to lead my men on a three-day patrol to the east.

I knew the city often sent out several hundred-man squads on regular patrols, but this responsibility had never fallen on our shoulders before. Although I was suspicious, I had no choice but to lead my men eastward.

Ahurama City was located on the eastern border. A dozen miles east, across the Mosa Ridge, lay the Grand Duchy of Ishtar. Their national strength is inferior to ours, but their military power is not to be underestimated. Every five or six years, they launch surprise attacks on us, plundering the wealth along our borders. They employ cavalry, moving like the wind, making them truly difficult to defend against. Therefore, patrol teams are regularly dispatched from within the city.

The last time the Ishtar army invaded was three years ago. According to the timeline, we should currently be enjoying a period of peace and stability. However, fate is ironic precisely because it has no rules. It

is currently autumn, with maple leaves turning red across the mountains, cicadas chirping incessantly, and a light, dry coolness in the breeze—perfect for marching. We are an infantry unit. On the second day of our march, I happened to find the last few medicinal herbs and hurriedly ordered us to set up camp and cook. The entire unit began to desert.

I mixed the ingredients together, chanted an incantation, and concocted a lustful gu. Looking at the porcelain bottle containing the gu, I felt immensely smug, pondering who to use as my test subject, when suddenly a servant reported that some brothers from the army requested an audience.

Yesterday, I was busy marching, and those bastards didn't have a chance to bring me wine; they should be here today, I thought with a cold smile, ordering them to be received. The person entered, but it wasn't those bastards. Head bowed, small and thin, his uniform covered in dust and grime, he began to sob before he could even speak. Hearing that cry, my heart sank. Looking down at his weeping face, I was instantly half-dead—it was none other than Princess Xingmei!

"You...how did you get here!"

"I...sob...I missed you so much...you've been gone for so long...sob...you didn't even write the letter you promised...you didn't keep any of your promises...sob...you, you...you big liar..."

Hearing her sobbing, I quickly hugged her, gently patted her back, and soothed her softly. The capital was six or seven days' journey from here, even with a fast horse galloping along the official road. She, a princess of such high birth, had never been outside the capital, yet she had traveled this far solely out of longing.

Seeing Xingmei's pale face, clearly suffering from the hardships of the journey, I was moved. I held her hand and whispered comforting words, of course, the same old clichés, but they worked.

I was no match for the little girl's martial arts, but her mind...it was so easy for me to understand her. In no time, I had her laughing through her tears.

"Ah! What's this bottle?"

Xingmei noticed the aphrodisiac I had casually placed aside and picked up the porcelain bottle to play with it. I thought to myself, this is the perfect opportunity! I'll trick the little girl into drinking it, arouse her lust, and then take her right here. So I casually said it was fruit wine.

"Wine? That's perfect!"

Xingmei put the porcelain bottle behind her back, smiled mischievously, and when she took it out again, there were two identical bottles.

"When I came in just now, some of your subordinates said they admired you very much and wanted to bring you wine as a reward. Brother John, you are truly a hero; even your subordinates admire you so much. Shall we drink these two bottles together?"

A reward for me? Sending me to hell is the real intention. Looking at the two identical bottles, I swallowed hard, not knowing how to tell them apart. I definitely wouldn't drink the wine, but it would be great if little Xingmei opened the bottle and drank the aphrodisiac. But if it exploded and turned her beautiful face into a smeared mess, that would be terrible. I was stunned for a long while before finally using the legitimate reason of "no drinking in public property that could interfere with work" to temporarily postpone dealing with these two deadly bottles.

"Xingmei, I've missed you terribly these past few months."

I smiled and put my arm around her slender waist, slowly stroking her upwards, the meaning of which was obvious.

"You said again that you can't interfere with work?"

"I haven't interfered with work! I'm fulfilling my duty as a superior officer, properly training my subordinate privates in military etiquette."

Xingmei's small breasts were touched and kneaded by me, and her eyes softened, her body, deprived for months, was naturally aroused.

I kissed her and was about to unbutton her clothes when suddenly someone outside shouted loudly, reporting an urgent military situation. A private rushed in as if his father had died, wailing and lamenting.

"Report...Reporting, sir! Some brothers have spotted Ishtar's army, they're about to attack!"

Ishtar's cavalry regiment, totaling 25,000 men, were all elite soldiers. If we met them head-on, our hundred men would only be wiped out. They're heading this way. Even if we run away immediately, they're on fast horses, and we only have two legs. We're a day's distance from Ahurama City; they'll definitely catch up and kill us all.

All the brothers were puzzled. Although we'd run into the Ishtar army, logically, another cavalry scout team heading north should have spotted the enemy much earlier and sent out warning rockets and fireworks. That way, we would have seen them several hours ago and had more time to react, instead of being in this predicament.

Of the hundred men in the team, only Xingmei had just arrived on a fast horse. At this moment, a hundred pairs of eyes were fixed on me, convinced that I, their commander, would abandon my men and flee on horseback.

"Pota Eng, you ride this fast horse and immediately return to the city to request reinforcements. Ask them to send men to help."

Everyone was puzzled. Why didn't I send out rockets and fireworks, but instead ordered someone back to report? They were even more confused as to why I didn't take on this advantageous task myself.

Xingmei looked at me with admiration, but I had no words to express my predicament. Military law in our country is extremely strict. Abandoning my men to escape at this time would be a serious offense, punishable by death or at least maiming. Even if I wanted to use my aristocratic privileges to evade punishment, my twisted father would definitely not side with me. Besides, Xingmei, that fast horse, is already half-dead from her riding; who knows how fast she can run? If we're caught by the cavalry, I'll still die. A safer approach is to stall for time. If things really get really dangerous, I can always have Xingmei carry me to safety. She's incredibly agile, running and leaping like the wind on mountain paths; riding her would be more effective than riding a fast horse.

As for not releasing the rocket flag, that had another purpose.

I ordered all the soldiers to take off their uniforms, tear their clothes to shreds, and fight and kick each other until they were in a sorry state. Then we buried all the equipment, and everyone disguised themselves as bandits and thieves. After that, I explained the plan. Everyone was full of doubt after hearing it, but they didn't have a better idea anyway, and considering that I hadn't abandoned them to escape, they agreed to follow the plan.

Xingmei, being a woman and a princess, couldn't be treated the same way. I had her hide to the side, watching my every move.

When the Ishtar army arrived, our group rushed out from our hiding places, shouting and demanding tolls.

The Ishtar people clearly thought we were crazy, or perhaps starving, and let out a cacophony of unpleasant laughter.

After the rockets and fireworks, even an idiot would know we were an army; there was no chance of disguise. I'd heard my perverted father say that the ancestors of the Ishtar people were thieves who left a rule: when encountering desperate bandits, show them mercy. I didn't know if this rumor was true or not, but I decided to risk it. I had already given Xingmei, who was hiding nearby, a secret signal to carry me away at any moment. Unexpectedly, the plan succeeded. Several high-ranking Ishtar officers, after laughing heartily, ordered their soldiers to throw down several bags of grain, telling us to fend for ourselves.

Thankfully, we had a good plan. Just as we were about to leave, a soldier ran up and shouted that the commander-in-chief wanted to ask us for information. When I asked for the commander-in-chief's name, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. No wonder a mere 20,000 men dared to confront Ahuramar City head-on; it turned out that the infamous Blood Nightmare Archmage was personally leading the army!

This man was the number one archmage in Ishtar, skilled in all kinds of magic and sorcery. When it came to black magic, there were very few who could compare to him. My few tricks were simply no match for him.

Blood Nightmare was notoriously cruel and lecherous. Three years ago, during an invasion, he slaughtered over a hundred beautiful women in a single night. My father was tied up at the other border and couldn't spare the time, allowing this lecherous demon to repeatedly defeat our army with unparalleled ferocity. In the end, Princess Linglan personally stepped in, wielding her Heavenly Horse Blade to rip him open, leaving him gruesome and fleeing for his life. It's said he survived only thanks to his unparalleled demonic magic, but he swore a blood oath: one day, he would train and tame Linglan, making her his loyal sex slave!

His words were beautiful, but without fulfilling them, he was nothing more than a defeated dog howling. However, when he appeared, I was still greatly startled. How could the infamous Blood Nightmare Grand Wizard be a stunningly beautiful woman?

At first, I thought I had mistaken her for someone else, but judging from the soldiers' descriptions, it was indeed her. Every gesture she made was captivating; not only the Ishtar people, but even the bunch of good-for-nothings around me were utterly mesmerized.

Blood Nightmare was accompanied by four blood slaves, all tall, ferocious giants, each at least three times my size. They walked instead of riding horses, for there was probably no horse in the world that could bear their physiques. The four men had lifeless eyes, but it was clear they were all top-tier experts. I'd heard my perverted father mention that some sorcerers could use drugs to bewitch people and then refine them into mindless, fearless slaves. I'd like to learn that skill. If I could feed Xingmei a few pills, wouldn't it be perfect if she became obedient from then on? However, if the side effect was turning her into this kind of body, then I'd rather not have said anything!

"This sorcerer's magic can see into people's hearts. In my eyes, there are no secrets in the world!"

Blood Nightmare said in a low voice after listening to the soldier's introduction of us "thieves," and then his voice suddenly became a majestic male voice. Okay! Finally, I've met a man, even more perverted than my perverted father. It's all talk and no action; what's the point if you can't deliver? For the past three years, everyone in the land knows you're just a big talker!

I didn't want to call myself the leader of thieves, but the eyes of my bunch of idiots had already betrayed me. When Blood Nightmare asked me a question, I spouted nonsense. Suspicion flashed in Blood Nightmare's eyes, then a strange light shone brightly. Just as I was about to look away, she noticed the two porcelain bottles hanging from my waist, bottles I couldn't bear to throw away. She asked what they were, and I lied

, saying they were family heirloom aphrodisiacs—men who drink them will never lose their erection, and women who drink them will stay young forever. You need both, so they're perfect for you. Everyone else was terrified by my outrageous words, but Blood Nightmare seemed to admire my boldness. This damned transvestite giggled, leaning against me. The overpowering fragrance almost made me nauseous, and she even reached between my legs, leering lewdly.

"Yours is so big! Is it from drinking this stuff that you maintain your figure?"

I quickly nodded, while putting on a lecherous, obsequious look. It wasn't too hard to fake it, because her breasts were really big, jiggling so much that any man would get an erection. However, when I thought that this hot stunner could also get an erection, I couldn't help but feel impotent...

I don't know if my acting was too realistic, or if someone wanted to try to challenge my sister's record. Xingmei, who was hiding to the side, let out a delicate shout and brandished her hidden sword, shooting out like lightning to attack Blood Nightmare.

Sigh! Just attack already! What's with the shouting? Does an ambush need an advertisement?

Four blood slaves swung their swords to block, the thunderous sound almost tearing my eardrums. This little girl is really skilled. These blood slaves are all top-notch experts, but with one swing of her sword, one immediately fell. She dodged the attacks of the other three, while simultaneously thrusting her sword at Blood Nightmare.

All I heard was Blood Nightmare's giggles as she pushed me towards the sword tip. The little girl hurriedly withdrew her sword, and Blood Nightmare seized the opportunity, her eyes gleaming with a strange light

. "Good heavens! Are you an artificial sun?" The little girl froze, then fainted. We, who had already escaped danger, were all caught in the crossfire, treated as spies and imprisoned.

"You little bitch! I told you to hide properly, but you wouldn't, and now I'm going to lose my head too!"

Because of the commotion, night had fallen, and the Ishtar army decided to set up camp and rest.

Perhaps because Blood Nightmare herself had praised me, the Ishtar people locked me in a separate tent. Time passed, and when the guards weren't looking, I used magic to loosen the ropes and sneak away. Don't think it was easy; I chanted for almost an hour, my mouth almost cracked from dryness, before I finally managed to untie them.

The most urgent thing was to find a horse to escape on, or at least get away. The little girl had fallen into the enemy's hands, which was terrible, but I was reluctant to die with her. So I hurriedly looked for a way to escape. Unfortunately, what's meant to be yours will come to you. After circling around a few times, I suddenly heard the little girl's voice. I went to the big tent and almost popped my eyes out.

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