【The Righteous Female Ranger】 2

As dawn broke, I straightened my clothes. The slippery semen made me very uncomfortable, so I had to
cover myself with a cloak. 　　Walking down the street, I covered my head with a hat so no one could recognize me. All I wanted was a good shower, 　　then to crawl naked into my comfortable bed and have a good night's sleep.
I 　　 eagerly entered a hotel. Many people stared at me, but quickly looked away. I 　　was completely covered up, looking like a homeless person passing by. People like me often appeared in 　　places like this, so many were used to it. 　　 I went to the bar and quietly placed a red dragon gold coin in the waiter's hand. He glanced at it discreetly, his eyes gleaming 　　. 　　“ 　　Give me a room, I want a hot bath, send me some fresh fruit and wine, and oh, 　　and a roast goose.” 　　 Just as I was about to go upstairs, I heard someone at the table say, “Hey, did you hear? The Rangers caught Red-Haired Violet 　　!” 　　 My heart skipped a beat. I slowed my pace and looked back. Three farmers, dressed in dirty clothes, were sitting to one side, drinking cheap 　　ale and talking. 　　 “Really? That beautiful red-haired woman? She’s a merciful assassin!” 　　 “For the Dragon King’s sake! Has the tobacco you’re chewing made your mouth stink?! Shut up! Don’t let the guards 　　hear you! Otherwise, you wouldn’t even be enough to fill the Red Dragon’s teeth!” The man looked at me warily. I pretended to rub 　　the stains on my clothes. 　　 "What about the public interrogation of Violet?" 　　 "This noon, they're planning to just kill this woman in Fontaine Square! Poor woman, legend says 　　she has a figure as slender and beautiful as a Valkyrie, skin as white and smooth as flowing milk, 　　a heart as gentle as a ewe towards the poor, but as violent as a demon towards the rich and stingy. It's truly 　　pitiful for this noble woman." 　　 I held back my laughter. Okay, really? A ewe? You've never seen what a ewe looks like in heat; she 　　's almost comparable to a Cyclopes! 　　 Lying in the steaming hot water, I completely relaxed. My fair skin still bore 　　the scratches left by the three soldiers last night. Gently wiping it with hot water, a warm feeling enveloped my entire body. After 　　 drinking some wine and taking a short nap, it was almost noon. I quickly changed into a clean short skirt and bodysuit, 　　still wearing my cloak, and hurried towards Fontaine Square. I'm going to see this poor girl who's impersonating me! 　　 Before I even reached the square, a large crowd had already gathered, a cacophony of voices, much like a bustling market. I mingled among them 　　, inching my way to the center of the square, where a square table stood, behind which sat four men in royal uniforms. 　　 "Hey, hasn't it started yet, Judge Karkis! Are you waiting for your wife to climb out of the guard officer's ornate bed 　　?" shouted a young man hanging on a Pegasus sculpture, eliciting laughter from the crowd. In the distance, an old man who looked like a judge 　　watched this scene with some unease, as if he had overheard something. 　　 "Isn't that right? Don't forget his beautiful daughter! She's being 　　fucked by a pack of stallions in the stable with her mother!" another boy reminded him. I thought of myself spending the night in the stable, and my face flushed 　　. 　　 "That's right! But hey, his daughter's called Pretty? Compared to our Red-Haired Violet, that girl's uglier than 　　Princess Celeste, the deformed child from Mara's Underground City!" This remark drew cheers from the crowd. 　　 I felt a surge of emotion; I hadn't expected my reputation to be so excellent among the people! 　　 "Come on, Red-Haired Violet may be a Robin Hood-like figure, but she's actually a whore who sleeps with everyone! 　　I slept with her last night! When I came back from outside the city last night, she helped me fight off a group of bandits. I'm not kidding, 　　I was so scared I almost peed my pants!" I looked up angrily at the farmer who was slandering me, standing a few people away. He had 　　a bulbous nose and was babbling incoherently: "But then a head of flowing red hair appeared, and guess what 　　? She only took..." He grabbed a dagger and chased away those bandits with their heads hanging from their waists! I was so scared I couldn't speak. 　　Yes, I'm not exaggerating. All I wanted to do was find a prostitute, have sex, and then get a good night's sleep! But I'm a grateful 　　person, right? So I took out some money to thank that red-haired violet! But you know what? That red-haired woman 　　grabbed my pants and pulled them down! He recounted the story vividly, sacrificing his image to make it 　　sound real. "She suddenly sat on me. By the Dragon King's grace, I bet that woman wasn't wearing underwear! 　　I felt like I was being thrust into a warm, wet cave!" He laughed heartily after saying this. Some people showed disgust, 　　but most were intrigued and continued to ask questions. "So I said, the woman standing on the stage later is definitely not 　　Red-haired Violet! She's probably just some unlucky woman the guards dragged out as a scapegoat!" 　　 While that was true, what he'd said before had infuriated me. I didn't run into you, you idiot, last night. Although 　　last night… okay, I was indeed raped, but not… not willingly! I'm not that kind of perverted woman 　　! Even though I said that to myself, I couldn't convince myself… 　　 "Pah! You drunkard Rogri, you boastful pig! May the Red Dragon's wrath burn you to ashes! You 　　were sleeping with the prostitute Salish in the Galloping Horse Tavern last night, weren't you? Don't try to lie! She just gave me a coin this morning to 　　buy her honeysuckle to wash her hair! She said you, you damned bastard, drank too much last night and threw up all over her head! Hahaha!" Everyone burst into 　　laughter, and I felt somewhat relieved. 　　 With a clang, the public trial began. "Quiet!" A man with a booming voice stepped to the front of the stage and roared 　　. Even from more than ten meters away, my ears still tingled from the loud noise. He carried a longbow on his back and held a golden hammer in his hand, looking 　　as majestic as an ancient god.

Two burly men, their heads covered with black turbans and shirtless, dragged a woman out of the prison. The woman was disheveled, wearing a
tattered brown leather skirt and a leather jacket that looked like it had been hastily put on. Her skin was dark brown, her head
drooped, and she did indeed have red hair. Her ears were somewhat pointed, suggesting she was a forest elf. Her bare thighs,
waist, and arms were covered in various scars, indicating she had suffered all kinds of abuse.
"This isn't Red-Haired Violet! Red-Haired Violet isn't a forest elf! This woman is an elf! Aren't you afraid
of the elves' revenge?!" shouted the young man who had just defended me.
"How dare you! Shut up!" The man with the booming voice grabbed a longbow from his back, nocked an arrow, and prepared to shoot. The young
man slid down from the sculpture and disappeared into the crowd.
Another young man said, “Soros the Vajra Hammer! You were once a captain of soldiers who, with a woman being penetrated in one hand and a golden
hammer in the other, fought off twelve foreign warriors. Those who served under you all said you were a kind and benevolent old man. How can you now
serve pigs and dogs?” Before he finished speaking, an arrow flew out swiftly. The young man ducked his head, and the arrow struck
the eye of the statue in front of him.
At that moment, I felt a surge of anger. These officers, these so-called judges, were truly a bunch of ignorant pigs and dogs!
They were actually shooting arrows at innocent civilians!
But under pressure, everyone retreated in unison, pulling me along with them.
It was best not to act rashly; there were so many soldiers here, it wouldn't be good to be caught.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, they placed the woman on the wooden table, handcuffed her hands and feet, her eyes closed, seemingly still
unconscious.
“For the sake of the Dragon King, wake this woman!” the judge shouted impatiently. The burly man hurriedly fetched a bucket of water and
poured it all over the woman's face.
She coughed a few times, slowly regaining consciousness, seemingly immediately understanding her predicament; fear flashed in her beautiful green eyes
. She struggled futilely, speaking in Elvish. Clearly, this was a farce
; they had deliberately captured a forest elf who didn't speak Common and killed her in public, thus extinguishing any thought of resistance:
"See? Your guardian, the red-haired violet, is dead! Now you ants will never dare to rebel against the nobles again
!" It seemed that was their intention.
"Woman! You murdered three city guards! Do you know your crime!" Chief Justice Karkis slammed his gavel,
shouting righteously at the woman. As expected, the woman shouted back, but no one could understand what she was saying.
"No need for further denials! Our witnesses all saw it! Last night, you stabbed three
innocent city guards passing by on the path near the stables!" He waved his hand, and a terrified peasant woman stepped forward, pointing at the woman: "It was her! That
damned woman, she killed Sergeant Major Moeli and two guards!" Huh? Sergeant Major? Was
n't one of those three soldiers the sergeant major last night? The path near the stables? Wasn't that where they left last night? They
were killed?
Judge
Karkis, with a righteous expression, said: "The evidence is conclusive. In the name of the Red Dragon King of the Five Kingdoms, this woman shall be subjected to slits!"
Slits involved placing a living person flat on a table and using a sickle to
cut the criminal in an arc from the shoulder downwards and from the perineum upwards. Usually, the criminal would die before the two blades even met.
Just as the two executioners drew their scythes and placed them against the woman's body, the poor elf was so terrified that she lost control of her bladder, urine
flowing between her shapely legs and soaking the table.
No one cheered; instead, there was a deathly silence. They truly regarded "Red-Haired Violet" as a symbol of heroism, and this poor woman on the stage as a hero 　　.
I felt that as this woman was executed, the people's faith in their country
would be torn apart.
"Execute!" Judge Karkis's command was like a thunderclap, shaking the hearts of everyone in the audience. 　　The sharp blade sliced through the tender flesh of the woman's inner thigh without resistance. She screamed madly, while 　　another knife pierced her collarbone at the same time. 　　 Just as her blood gushed out, a giant arrow pierced through the chest of one executioner and simultaneously through 　　the chest of another. The powerful arrow continued its flight, heading straight for the back of Thoros, the man wielding the Vajra Hammer. Surprisingly, the giant arrow not 　　only stopped but was also caught in Thoros's hand. 　　 "Elven arrows!" someone shouted. "The elves have come for revenge!" Chaos erupted below the platform as people scattered in panic. 　　Several lithe, dark brown forest elves floated down from the city walls near the prison. Upon seeing the royal guards in their red and white uniforms 　　, they fired. Their arrows moved with incredible speed, requiring almost no aiming; each arrow seemed to have eyes, striking the royal guards in the forehead. 　　Before the soldiers could react, seven or eight had already fallen. But he deflected all the arrows aimed at Soros, 　　charging towards the forest elves who had just descended from the city walls like an invincible warrior. Their fragile bones couldn't withstand Soros's onslaught and were crushed 　　into a bloody mess. On the other side, several fast elves rushed onto the platform, attempting to abduct the wounded female elf. Soros hurled his heavy 　　hammer, and before the elves could react, they were left standing with only half their bodies intact. 　　 The judges, under the cover of the guards, scrambled back behind the sturdy city walls. At this moment, even more royal guards poured out, only 　　to be scattered by the surging crowd, creating utter chaos. 　　 A perfect opportunity! I thought to myself, the crowd was in chaos, and Soros had thrown his heavy hammer. His giant bow was useless; 　　he was wielding it like a spear. Meanwhile, the guards, unable to organize themselves, were busy pushing through the crowd to reach Soros, only to 　　be pushed back. I pushed through the surging crowd with one hand, and with the other, I quietly reached behind me and grasped my dagger, forged from ice-flame-cold stone. Like a ghost, I 　　slipped to the execution platform. The elf's shackles broke easily like broken wood under the gentle tap of my dagger. I 　　wrapped the woman in my wide robe and disappeared into the crowd amidst the chaos.

Back at the hotel, the waiter noticed something unusual under my loose robe. Before he could speak, I tossed him another red dragon coin,
effectively silencing him. I told him, "Get me some bandages and healing herbs. Don't ask questions." He
nodded incessantly like a squirrel.
I settled the woman on the bed and tore open her blood-soaked clothes. One cut had shattered her left collarbone; I wondered if she
'd ever be able to lift that arm again. The cut to her lower body had ripped into her inner thigh; a large chunk of flesh
dangled there, and almost half of her right labia had been severed.
I heated a dagger with flame and quickly cut off the piece of flesh, simultaneously scorching the skin to stop the bleeding. After treating her
, I was drenched in sweat. The waiter wisely left the herbs and bandages at the door, knocked, and left. I mashed the herbs with water,
applied them to her wounds, and then bandaged them. Treating her shoulder went relatively smoothly, but her genitals were a real challenge.
By the time I finished, it was already dark. I went downstairs, ate something, and brought back a bottle of fruit and vegetable juice, which I fed to the woman slowly.
I wondered if any of the elves were still alive. There were quite a few forest elves living in this city-state; perhaps contacting them
and returning the woman to them would be a good deed.
I took a bath, changed my clothes, jumped out of the window, asked the Night Watchman about the forest elf settlement, and rushed there.
It was a settlement somewhat like a slum. To survive in a human-inhabited area, non-humans had no standing. These
poor elves were either refugees from war or thieves; they wouldn't steal from their own kind, only from humans
. Therefore, the elves coming to the rescue would inevitably gather here. Fortunately, perhaps the royal guards found the terrain too complex and
the crowds too large, and didn't bother to check anything.
As soon as I entered the gathering area, passersby looked at me with suspicion. I simply grabbed a young elf man and asked, "Hey,
stranger, do you know who's in charge here?" The young man looked flustered, pointed in a random direction, and ran off.
This once noble and elegant race, now looks like a frightened weasel, completely helpless
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