Mercenary Legend

In the spring of Goddess Calendar 993, the continent's most powerful nation, the Elihaan Empire, declared war on the "Knight's Kingdom,"
the Kingdom . The imperial expeditionary force, commanded by the "Golden Princess" Josephine and with the "Beautiful War Goddess" Valentina as her deputy
, led 200,000 troops on a grand march towards the Kingdom of Oyati. To the other nations, this was undoubtedly
another step in
Empress Catherine's ambition to unify the continent. Based on the idea that "if one falls, the other will fall," various nations offered financial and material aid to the Kingdom of Oyati, hoping that the "Pure White Knight" Anastasia could halt the empire
's expansion. Our story begins here.

Chapter 1: Siege and Night Raid

Oyati Kingdom Capital, West Crown City

Theo, frowning, wiped his scimitar and sighed heavily.

Since the Elihaan Empire declared war on the Kingdom of Oyati, the various nations, fearing the empire's power, dared not directly confront it
. However, they secretly provided generous financial aid, using it as a bulwark against the empire's expansion
. Although the Kingdom of Oyati was known as the "Land of Knights" and possessed an elite regular army, its territory was small and its manpower
insufficient. It was precisely through the financial aid from various nations that Oyati was able to hire a large number of mercenaries to supplement its
regular army .

Theo was one of these mercenaries. Born into humble circumstances, Theo dreamed of rising above his station from a young age, unwilling to
live a life of mediocrity. Therefore, upon reaching adulthood, he chose to become a mercenary, hoping to make a name for himself through his superb swordsmanship and quick
wit . The young mercenary, fresh out of the gate, encountered the great war in Oyati and was naturally
attracted by the high salaries and rewards, wanting to find wealth and glory on the battlefield.

"But you have to be alive to collect the rewards!"

the dejected young man slung his polished scimitar over his back, then took out another and continued polishing it. Dio, who had joined
the army of the Kingdom of Oyati, found not glory on the battlefield, but a series of defeats. Within
a month , the Imperial army had swept through the land, reaching the outskirts of Oyati's capital, West Crown City.
Since repelling the Imperial army's probing attack three months earlier, the 70,000 hastily assembled Kingdom troops had been trapped within the city. Although
West Crown City was surrounded by mountains on both sides and had strong defenses, it was uncertain how long the city's food supplies would last, and this isolated city was
Oyati's last hope. He couldn't help but wonder if he had joined the wrong side.
As a mercenary, he didn't care who won or lost, but losing his head along with the losers would
be a huge .

"I wonder if that 'Pure White Knight' has any way out?"

Dio thought, glancing at the city walls.

There, a blonde woman in white stood proudly, gazing intently at the enemy camp outside the city. She
was Anastasia, the pride of the Kingdom of Oyati, known to the world as the "Pure White Knight." Since the old
king fell seriously ill, Princess Anastasia had assumed the role of regent. She was not only exceptionally beautiful and skilled in martial arts,
but also humble and compassionate towards her people, thus earning their deep affection. The princess lived up to her name, "Pure White,"
wearing a white, form-fitting mini-skirt, white high-
heeled shapely legs. She wore white silk gloves, a white cloak, and even the light
armor covering her full breasts was white.

Beside her stood a red-haired woman in a red magic robe,
cinched at the waist with a belt that accentuated her alluring figure. The woman's robe billowed in the wind, revealing a pair of black high-heeled
boots . This captivating female mage was "Flame Rose" Irina, hailed as the foremost fire mage on the continent
, sent by the "Mage Kingdom" of Ohos to aid Oyati. Three months ago, during the siege
, it was her powerful fire magic that routed the Imperial army, and her presence undoubtedly strengthened
the Kingdom's resolve to fight to the end.

From Theo's perspective, he couldn't see the two women's faces, but he had
witnessed the princess received the mercenaries who had traveled from afar
, encouraging them to fight for the kingdom, and the female mage was also present. Their beauty
captivated the naive Theo. However, the young man understood that although Anastasia was elegant and gentle,
and Irina's smile was provocative—making him blush even now—the princess of the Kingdom of Oyati and the female
mage of Ohos were not someone a lowly, unknown mercenary like himself could ever set his sights on.

"If Oyati falls and the princess becomes a slave, maybe there'll be a chance? Heh heh,"

Theo chuckled mockingly, smoothing his short black hair. Thinking about it this way, defeat didn't seem
so bad.

Outside West Crown City,

in the Imperial military camp, within the magnificent tent of the Imperial commander-in-chief, Valentine stood with her hands behind her back, calmly gazing at the
map of Oyati hanging in the tent.

Valentine had a high-bridged nose, and her ocean-blue eyes shone with wisdom. Her long, wavy
golden hair cascaded to her waist. It was this beauty, coupled with her undefeated record over the years, that earned
her the revered title of "Beauty War Goddess." She wore light yet sturdy mithril armor, intricately carved with patterns
and radiating a protective magical glow. The tailor-made armor perfectly accentuated her full curves, making
her proud breasts appear even more prominent. On her feet were a pair of high-heeled boots of the same material,
reaching up to her thighs, the slender, long heels further emphasizing the female general's domineering aura. Her mithril battle skirt
barely covered her hips, leaving a gap between it and her boots that revealed a section of her thigh,
encased in sexy black stockings. The "Beautiful War Goddess," just over 27, was at the peak of her beauty, possessing both
the imposing and the captivating allure of a mature woman.

Valentine's inner world wasn't as calm as it appeared. She didn't know
how long the Oyati army inside the city could hold out, but she knew the Imperial army outside was impatient. With 200,000 troops stationed there, the daily
consumption of provisions and pay was astronomical; more importantly, Princess Josephine, the nominal commander of the Imperial army
, had lost patience. "Sister Valentine, when are you finally going to take down this wretched city? I can't stand

this place anymore!" 　　Valentine sighed inwardly, looking at the girl who had spoken. 　　The girl's delicate face seemed like a goddess's masterpiece, her slightly pouting lips exuding the innate elegance of a beautiful woman.

A haughty, petite nose perched adorably, her Elihahn royal purple eyes held an alluring mystery.
Her waist-length golden hair was styled into two cute pigtails, adorned with a pure gold crown studded with
sparkling diamonds. Just turned 18, a time when girls begin to recognize their own charm, she wore,
as always a dress that showcased her graceful figure. She wore a white long dress
with a low neckline, hugging her still-developing but already full breasts and outlining a deep
cleavage . A ruby pendant dangled between her breasts. Her marble-white arms were bare
, her nails painted a vibrant red, and a glittering gold bracelet adorned her left wrist. The dress, though ankle-length, had a high
slit , revealing glimpses of her slender, long legs. The young girl's smooth
toes were painted with the same color as her fingernails, and a gold anklet adorned her right foot, highlighting its
perfect beauty. She lay on her side on the couch, propping her head up with one hand. Her high-heeled sandals were
off , revealing her shapely thighs, alluring yet retaining a youthful charm. A
black-haired female slave, shackled and wearing only underwear, knelt obediently on the ground, carefully massaging her feet.

This girl, enjoying comfort unlike anything found in a military camp, was none other than Princess Josephine, the nominal
commander-in-chief of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, the only daughter of Empress Catherine, and the heir to the throne of the Elihaan Empire
. This title stemmed from her love of gold jewelry, her noble
birth , and her unparalleled beauty, making her a princess as perfect as gold.

To the entire Elihaan Empire, this expedition was a foregone conclusion. The Kingdom of Oyati was merely a tiny
country, easily crushed by the imperial army. To bolster her most beloved daughter's resume, Empress
Catherine granted Princess Josephine's request, appointing her commander-in-chief to lead this seemingly inevitable campaign.
However, the inexperienced "Golden Princess" had never led troops before and possessed no martial arts or magic. Therefore, the Empress carefully
arranged for the Empire's foremost general, the "Beautiful War Goddess" Valentina, to serve as her deputy, effectively commanding the massive
army. In fact, while managing the army, Valentina also had to devote much of her energy to caring for this naive
and willful princess. "Your Highness," Valentina patiently explained, "West Crown City is well-defended and has a powerful mage stationed there. A direct assault would inevitably result in heavy losses .

But
the enemy city is already besieged by our army; it will fall once their supplies are exhausted." 　　"Hmph, you've been saying the same thing for three whole months! Do you expect me to wait another three months ?" Seeing Josephine slam her hand on the table in anger, Valentine could only remain silent. 　　Seeing no reply, Josephine continued to complain, "Look at this stinking camp! I smell like horse manure all over. I've used up over a dozen bottles of perfume since I got here. And these country bumpkin soldiers are always drinking and gambling, giving me headaches. I haven't slept well for months, and look at all these dark circles under my eyes ! If I'd known it would be like this, I wouldn't have begged Mother to let me be the commander of this expeditionary force. Isn't there any way to take this city quickly?" 　　As she spoke, Josephine picked up a bronze mirror from the dressing table and carefully examined her beautiful face, as if to see how severe her dark circles were. Perhaps, in the eyes of the "Golden Princess," this war was nothing more than a grand picnic? Valentine couldn't help but think. 　　"There is an even faster way," Valentine pondered for a moment, pointing to the map and revealing the strategies she had been considering for defeating the enemy. "Princess, you see, although Westcrown City is surrounded by mountains on two sides and has strong defenses, its fortifications are mainly concentrated on the eastern side facing the Empire. If we can cross the western valley and attack from the enemy's rear, Westcrown City will surely fall." 　　Josephine didn't even glance at her, still staring at herself in the mirror, picking up her lipstick to touch up her makeup: " I'm too lazy to look, since you... Ouch!" Josephine suddenly cried out halfway through her sentence, abruptly pulling away the foot the slave girl was holding and kicking her hard. "Rose! You wretched servant, you hurt me!" 　　"Your Highness, please forgive me!" The slave girl immediately knelt on the ground in fright. 　　"Hmph, get out, get out!" Josephine kicked the slave girl angrily again, then impatiently waved her away. 　　I wonder if everyone would still think of her as the "Golden Princess" if they saw the princess with this kind of personality? Valentine thought to herself. Although she knew Josephine wasn't inherently bad, as the Empress's only daughter and heir to , Josephine had been pampered and spoiled since childhood, naturally developing an arrogant and willful personality. Now, having her lead the army was bound to be a headache for Valentine. 　　The princess stood up, put on the white high-heeled sandals on the ground, and her petite figure appeared more upright with the help of the high heels. Still seething with anger, she walked up to Valentine and continued, "Sister Valentine, if you have a plan, just use it! Take this city for me now!" 　　Valentine sighed and said, "But this strategy has its risks: in a battle between two armies, dispersing forces is a major taboo. Once the enemy discovers this, there's a risk of being defeated one by one." 　　"Hmph, Sister Valentine, aren't you known as the 'Beautiful War Goddess'? Are you afraid of that so- called Princess Knight on the other side?" Josephine put her hands on her hips and stamped her foot in dissatisfaction. "I don't care! As the commander-in-chief , I order you to launch an attack immediately! Take West Crown City within three days—no, within one day! I can't stand it for another day!" 　　Valentine fell silent. After all, Josephine was the nominal commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army, and she had to obey her orders . On the other hand, the protracted war was also putting heavy pressure on the Empire's finances. More importantly, Josephine's words struck a nerve: Valentina , revered as the "Beautiful War Goddess," truly yearned to compete with Anastasia, the "Pure White Knight," on the battlefield and prove herself the greatest soldier of the era with an undeniable victory. 　　"Very well! Then please, Your Highness, take command of the camp. Tonight, I will lead a 100,000-strong flanking force, using the cover of night to outflank the enemy city and capture it before dawn!" The "Beautiful War Goddess" finally made up her mind. As long as her strategy remained undetected, it would be foolproof, and she was confident that her military talent far surpassed Anastasia's.

Above Tasia, her own plan would definitely fool everyone.

"Hehe, that's more like it! When I conquer the Kingdom of Oyati, you'll definitely get credit for it!" Josephine
finally revealed a playful smile, ran forward and hugged Valentine, tiptoed and gently kissed her on the cheek
, making her look even more adorable.

Seeing the princess in a good mood, Valentina immediately seized the opportunity to persuade her, "Speaking of which, Princess, I think
you should learn some martial arts or magic when you have time. It's
safer to be in charge of the army alone if you have some skills."

"Hmph, I don't want to! Learning this and that is too hard. I'm the future Empress of the Elihaan Empire,
am I supposed to fight hand-to-hand with people?" The princess raised her chin disdainfully. "I trust my
sister Valentina will handle the war for me! However, I have one more request:
you must capture 'Pure White Knight' and 'Flame Rose' alive. I'm waiting to make them my slave girls
! I want to see if they're really as beautiful as the legends say."

"Hahaha, how can those village girls from Oyati and Ohos compare to our Empire's 'Golden Princess'? By this
time tomorrow, they'll be stripped naked and kneeling before Your Highness, at your mercy!" A smug
Valentina began to imagine the scene after victory, her blue eyes gleaming with confidence. The two
beauties smiled at each other in the tent, as if the enemy commander was already easily captured.

Oyati Kingdom Capital, West Crown City:

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Theo was awakened from his sleep by a rough but deliberately hushed command.

"No sound! No fires! Put on your armor, pick up your weapons, assemble!"

Theo got up, tossing his short black hair, trying to clear his head. Assemble in the middle of the night
—was it an enemy night raid? But then he thought again, something didn't seem right. If it were an enemy night raid, there would be
shouts of battle everywhere, not this quiet, and they wouldn't allow fires or any noise? "

No lighting fires, no making a sound...

" The young mercenary jolted awake, instantly sober.

But with the "beautiful war goddess" Valentina in command, how could a night raid succeed so easily? Had
Anastasia been driven to desperation and resorted to desperate measures?

Time was of the essence; desertion was out of the question. Theo donned his leather armor, slung his
twin swords over his shoulder, and steeled himself as he walked to the assembly point, only to find that almost the entire 70,000-strong kingdom army had been mobilized,
marching backwards under the command of their officers. Anastasia, still in her white armor, rode her pristine white
winged horse at the head of the army, with Irina in her red magic robes close behind.

"Wait a minute, if it's a night raid, wouldn't we be going the wrong way? Is this a retreat?" But Theo immediately
dismissed the thought. West Crown City was the capital of the Kingdom of Oyati, the kingdom's last hope;
Anastasia would never relinquish it.

Filled with doubt, Theo, huddled in the ranks, arrived
at a mountain peak after two hours of marching. The dense forest on the mountain concealed the entire army, and below lay a narrow valley,
the only route from the west to Westcrown City. The army slowly deployed on the mountain.

"This terrain is a good place for an ambush..." The young mercenary immediately saw the key point,
then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, slapping his forehead, "I see!"

Westcrown City had indeed been attacked by the enemy at night, but not from the front, but from the rear. However, Princess
Anastasia somehow learned of the enemy's movements and thus decided to launch an ambush, a night attack
on the enemy!

Thinking of this, the inexperienced mercenary couldn't help but glance at the white-clad figure of the girl riding a winged horse at the forefront of the army
: "The pure white princess knight is quite skilled!"

Theo drew his scimitar from his back, awaiting new orders, a slightly expectant smile on his face. After three months of frustration,
the young man finally saw a glimmer of hope for victory and his chance to rise above his circumstances. He was
willing to die for it.

Outside Westcrown City, in a valley,

the "Beautiful War Goddess" Valentina rode a tall warhorse, leading an imperial army of 100,000 through the valley leading to Westcrown
City . The invincible female general wore her magnificent mithril armor, its magical sheen flowing
across it, outlining her curvaceous figure. Sexy black
stockings encased her smooth, strong thighs, and she wore proud over-the-knee high-heeled boots, making her appear both stunningly beautiful and unapproachable. Her long golden hair
cascaded down her back like waves, and her deep, ocean-like eyes shone with confidence.

She gazed ahead, and could vaguely make out the dark outline of Westcrown City. At this moment, most of the city's
garrison , including the "Pure White Knight" Anastasia and the "Flame Rose" Irina, were probably fast asleep
. Leading an army of 100,000, she already had a numerical advantage against the 70,000 defenders. Furthermore, the enemy's
defenses in this area were weak, and her army would launch a surprise attack, making a complete victory inevitable. She just wondered if
Anastasia and Irina would have had time to change out of their pajamas when they surrendered.

Thinking of this, Valentina couldn't help but smile. In years of campaigning, she
had conquered vast territories for the Empire and the Empress, earning herself the title of "Beautiful War Goddess." However, in recent years,
the "Pure White Knight," Anastasia, had risen to prominence, rivaling
Valentina , a situation that naturally caused Valentina some resentment. But after this battle, she could easily crush
Anastasia under her feet, and the "Pure White Knight" would henceforth be nothing more than
another beautiful name on her long list of spoils.

"Enemy attack! Ambush! Ambush!"

A sudden cry of alarm shattered the "beautiful war goddess's" illusion.

Instantly, shouts of battle erupted from above the valley, arrows rained down like lightning, accompanied by rolling logs and
falling rocks. Caught completely off guard, the Imperial army was thrown into chaos, the screams of soldiers
mingling with the officers' cries for order.

"How is this possible?! Why is there an ambush? Could it be… the enemy has seen through our movements?"
Valentine was horrified; this terrifying thought surfaced in her mind, making her afraid to think any further.

"Don't panic! We outnumber them! Form ranks and prepare for battle!" Valentine drew her sword and
shouted. The seasoned "beautiful war goddess" knew that the most important thing now was to stabilize morale and boost spirits
. The night raid had been discovered, and the enemy had the high ground and terrain advantage. At this moment, all she could do was to bring
this army back as intact as possible.

Hearing the call of their general, whom they regarded as a goddess, the soldiers' panic subsided. They drew their weapons
, restored their formation, and prepared for battle.

But the enemy did not give them this chance.

"The power of the undying flames, the eternity that transcends time and space, your most humble servant offers his unwavering
loyalty ; let out a destructive roar, let the world know its insignificance, reveal its devouring fangs, and tear apart
the pride of the disrespectful—Crimson Hell!"

The chanting of the spell echoed across the battlefield with the effect of the magic, and the figures of the enemy mages
were . A woman in red robes and red hair stood atop the hill, her staff pointing towards the Imperial army in the valley.

"Fire Rose! Irina!" Valentine exclaimed, her heart filled with horror.

As the spell completed, a flame silently ignited among the Imperial army. It was just a tiny flame
, with a semi-transparent quality, seemingly tangible, burning without a sound
, as if a bucket of water could extinguish it. However, the female general had witnessed the power of high-level
fire . Waving her sword, she anxiously shouted to the Imperial army: "Spread out! Form skirmish
lines! Avoid magical attacks!"

But the 100,000 troops, crammed into the narrow valley, couldn't spread out at all. The order to "spread out"
only resulted in everyone pushing and shoving, stumbling and becoming even more crowded. The tiny flame, which had initially been small, began to
slowly rotate and expand. The translucent flame, resembling some kind of gelatinous substance, rose and
tumbled much slower than normal, yet its intense heat was as scorching as the summer sun. Next, the flame's rotation
accelerated, and its expansion intensified, finally igniting like a normal flame
, the heat spreading outwards. Until the flame reached its peak, it transformed into a devastating
explosion. A blazing roar swept across the land, golden light shot into the sky, and a vibrant red lotus proudly unfurled
its petals Countless energies intertwined and tore at each other, refracting light so blinding it was impossible to look directly at the sky, illuminating the entire valley
as if it were daytime. The purest fire element flowed freely within, even the air seemed to ignite, the
karmic fire containing supreme power seemingly intent on burning the entire world.

This being, a fusion of light and fire, was like a sun fallen to earth.

After a long while, the flame burned out, the light faded, and a hellish scene unfolded before Valentine's eyes. The narrow
valley became a crematorium for the imperial soldiers. One hundred thousand troops were either reduced to charred bones or simply vanished in
the flames . Less than thirty percent survived. Even Valentina, the commander
, only escaped thanks to the powerful defensive magic on her armor, while her warhorse was blasted to pieces.

"This… how is this possible…"

The "beautiful war goddess" staggered to her feet, standing frozen amidst the carnage and flames, her blue
eyes filled with shock, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The defensive magic on her armor was now
completely depleted, the precious mithril dulled, and her black stockings were torn to shreds by the explosion
, revealing glimpses of her pale thighs.

A sharp shout from the valley roused her: "Charge! Capture Valentina alive!"

A woman in white armor, riding a winged horse, soared into the air and charged down the valley towards
Valentina , followed closely by the Oyati army, surging in like a tsunami. They all shouted the same slogan: "
Capture Valentina alive! Capture the 'Beautiful War Goddess' alive!"

The shouts echoing across the mountains and valleys were like thunder, jolting Valentina awake. Seeing the enemy rushing in from all sides,
an unprecedented fear swept over Valentina, making her legs weak and nearly causing her to collapse to the ground. Her original
desire to confront the "Pure White Knight" head-on vanished. The once invincible "Beautiful War
Goddess " had lost all will to fight and only wanted to escape the battlefield. Only then did she remember the most important thing: "
Retreat! Retreat now!"

"Follow me! Capture Valentina alive!"

Theo excitedly brandished his twin swords, leading a squad of warriors and charging down the valley with the army. The Imperial army, bombarded by
magic , was now unable to mount any effective resistance,
collapsing like rice stalks before the swarming Kingdom army.

Vertical slashes, diagonal cuts, and cross-shaped slashes with his twin swords, Theo sliced through every
Imperial soldier who stood in his way like vegetables. The thrill of battle burned in his veins, but his target wasn't these half-dead
soldiers ; it was the most powerful and precious prey of this three-month-long hunt—Valentina
.

Even in the midst of the fierce battle, the young mercenary didn't lose his composure. From the beginning, he had locked onto
his destination—the westernmost pass of the valley. He knew this was Valentina's only escape
route, and that she must be exhausted from her rampage. This was his perfect opportunity to capture her and make a name for
himself .

Theo and his royal soldiers blocked the enemy's retreat. As
they reached the pass, they saw a female general in mithril armor
running towards them, protected by imperial soldiers.

"Valentina, surrender!"

Theo shouted, raising his twin swords. The general's identity was obvious. Theo knew he
had faced the greatest challenge, and perhaps the greatest opportunity, of his life. His fate—whether he would achieve fame
or perish on the battlefield—was sealed.

Valentina ran desperately forward.

The undefeated "beautiful war goddess" tasted defeat for the first time, and it was devastating. This
blow had extinguished her will to fight. Protected by a group of loyal guards, she rushed out of the valley. Having lost her mount
, she ran forward desperately, her legs straining. The high-heeled combat boots, with their thin, long heels, severely hampered her
movements; even with Valentina's superior martial arts skills, she stumbled and nearly fell several times. Her precious...
Her precious mithril armor was now dull and stained with blood, her sexy black stockings were tattered, and
her usually meticulously styled golden hair was disheveled. Valentine was no longer the "beautiful war goddess" she once was
, but the female general, who had always been proud of her extraordinary beauty, no longer cared about her appearance;
all she wanted now was to escape alive.

Having fought her way through, she could see the faint light beyond the valley, a glimmer of hope for escape.
Overjoyed, she was about to quicken her pace when she heard a loud shout from directly ahead: "Valentina,
surrender !"

Already terrified, Valentine trembled and looked up to see a
young man covered in blood, wielding two swords and guarding the pass, followed by a small squad of royal soldiers.

"General Valentine, run! We'll cover your retreat!" Before Valentine could react, her guards
rushed towards the enemy. At this moment, Valentine disregarded the lives of her subordinates. She quickly ran to the side,
only thinking of avoiding the battle between the two armies and escaping this hell called the battlefield. As long as
she could sneak away unnoticed during the melee, she could escape the battlefield...

"Valentina! Your opponent is me!"

With a loud shout, Valentine suddenly saw the young man wielding twin swords blocking her way.
The young man 's leather armor was stained with blood, mostly the blood of the Imperial Army. He held his swords
outstretched, blocking Valentine's path.

"Get out of my way!" Valentine had long lost the elegance of the "beautiful war goddess." She frantically raised her
sword and swung it at Theo's head.

"Clang!" With the sound of metal clashing, Theo's scimitar barely parried the swift sword.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The scimitar and sword clashed several more times, the fierce, tearing weapons like a
storm of steel. Valentine's relentless attacks left Theo struggling, utterly powerless to retaliate. The young mercenary
inwardly groaned. The "Beautiful War Goddess" truly lived up to her name. He had always considered himself a master swordsman, but
he was no match for her. Even in dire straits, Valentine was still
several levels above him in combat prowess!

"Clang!" With a crisp sound, Valentine's powerful attack finally forced Theo to drop his twin swords. The female
general followed up with a spinning kick, her long, slender legs drawing a graceful arc as her mithril over-the-knee high-heeled boot
slammed into Theo's chest, sending him flying. Theo seemed to hear
the sound .

Theo, sprawled on the ground, painfully struggled to his feet, only to see Valentine charging towards him with her sword drawn.

"Is my mercenary career, barely begun, already ending here?" The young mercenary
was filled with resentment, but his body was paralyzed by pain.

Valentine, sword in hand, her face flushed, excitedly charged towards the dual-wielding warrior she had kicked away.
Normally , she wouldn't have given a second thought to a mere enemy soldier, nor would she feel
any excitement at defeating him. But now, the mere thought of eliminating this one enemy meant escape, and the thrill of escaping death filled the "
beautiful war goddess" with immense excitement.

"Die... Ouch!"

With a cry, Valentine's charge abruptly halted.

The valley floor, scorched by flames and soaked in blood, was already slippery and slippery; even an ordinary person
would lose their footing, let alone Valentine, clad in high-heeled boots. The excitement of escaping death
caused her to take an excessively large step. The high, thin heels of her shoes were so
tight that even a "beautiful war goddess" would lose her balance. To the astonishment of the dual-wielding warriors, the female general, like her recently defeated opponent,
tumbled and fell, her sword dropping to the ground.

Valentina knew that high heels, which restrict movement, were unsuitable for the battlefield, especially
over-the-knee boots designed as armor. However, due to her absolute confidence in her martial prowess and leadership, she never cared about
the inconveniences of wearing high-heeled combat boots, simply because she loved the proud and upright
posture . As the "beautiful war goddess" in everyone's eyes, Valentina was renowned for both her strength and beauty, and she
was deeply proud of both. Therefore, in her view, maintaining a graceful demeanor on the battlefield was just as important as achieving victory.
Valentine, who had always been
successful on the battlefield, never imagined she would one day be reduced to running for her life in high heels. The proud "beautiful war goddess" was finally paying the price for her arrogance.

By chance, Valentine tripped and fell hard, landing squarely on
top . The warrior let out another scream, but it was immediately cut short. Due to the momentum,
Valentine's lips landed awkwardly on the warrior's, and the two were caught in an awkward kiss.

For a moment, both of them, woman on top, stared wide-eyed. Half a second later, Valentine realized what
had happened . The "beautiful warrior," blushing with embarrassment, quickly propped herself up,
slapped the soldier beneath her, spat on the ground, and cursed in a fit of shame and anger, "Bastard!"

But Valentine was too preoccupied to deal with the scoundrel who had taken advantage of her. This commotion had wasted
her precious escape time; she could already hear the shouts of her pursuers behind her. At this moment, she
felt nothing but deep regret. Why had she gone to war in those useless high heels? She frantically struggled to her feet
, crawling forward a couple of steps, then staggered towards her feet, trying to run out of the valley
.

But at that moment, the young man she had pinned down also reacted. Despite his upper body injury, he raised his
still-functioning weapon—his foot—and kicked the only undefended spot on the female general's body.

"Ouch!"

Valentine cried out again, collapsing to the ground once more. This time, however, she couldn't even get up
. The "Beautiful War Goddess" clutched her groin, curled up in agony, her entire body
convulsing from the intense pain. Although she wore a breastplate on her upper body and skirt armor and boots on her lower body, her groin area beneath the skirt armor
was completely unprotected. Valentine had chosen this short-skirt style of armor to better showcase
her sexy, long legs, and she hadn't
paid any attention to this small defensive weakness, confident in her superior martial arts skills. Little did she know that it would become her Achilles' heel during her desperate escape. As the "Beautiful War Goddess," Valentine...
Tina, at her core, was still a woman. The dual-wielding warrior, her defeated foe, kicked her between the legs
, instantly stripping her of all fighting ability and reversing the tide of battle.

"Ooh...it hurts...ooh..."

The once arrogant "beautiful war goddess" cowered on the ground, clutching her groin, watching her defeated foe pick up her
sword and approach her, clutching his chest wound. Valentine wanted to escape, but could do nothing,
only whimpering like a little girl,

her beautiful eyes filled with pain and fear. "Beautiful war goddess," the dual-wielding warrior said with a smug smile
, his still handsome face stained with the blood of the battle. Valentine felt the warrior hoist
her onto his shoulder, one hand reaching under her skirt armor to support her buttocks, the spot where he had just kicked her
, making her feel even more ashamed and indignant.

"I've been captured?" Less than an hour ago, she was still fantasizing about
the embarrassing situation of the "Pure White Knight" when she captured her. But unexpectedly, almost in the blink of an eye, her entire army was wiped out
, and she didn't even have time to fight Anastasia before becoming a humiliating prisoner of her enemy's soldiers.
The ever-proud "Beautiful War Goddess" could not bear such a blow from heaven to hell, and her mind
went blank. She instinctively tried to struggle, but only felt a pain at the back of her head, and then she knew nothing more.

West Crown City - Royal Palace

The magnificent royal palace was brightly lit, and soldiers were gathering here one after another, still in neat formations
, each with a joyful expression on their face. Tonight,
led by their most revered "Pure White Knight," Princess Anastasia, the Oyati Kingdom's army, with a force of 70,000 outnumbered, ambushed and nearly
annihilated the 100,000-strong army of the Elihaan Empire, capturing the "Beautiful War Goddess"
Valentina , achieving their first major victory in the war against the Empire.

Among the jubilant crowd, Theo was perhaps the most triumphant. His twin swords were still slung over his back
, but he had removed his leather armor, and his chest was bandaged. The wound inflicted by Valentina had been simply treated, but
it did not hinder Theo's smugness in the slightest. The young mercenary walked towards the audience hall, everyone
glancing at him with looks of admiration or envy. Theo knew this was not because of him
, but because of the woman he carried on his shoulders.

Entering the audience hall, Theo saw Anastasia sitting cross-legged on her
throne in the center of the hall, a smile on her face. Her pure white armor was stained red with the blood of her enemies. Irina, dressed in a red robe and black over-the-knee boots,
stood beside the princess. Her face was slightly pale, clearly a result of overexertion from using high-level magic
.

Theo stood at attention and saluted, saying, "Mercenary Theo reports to Your Highness!"

The princess said gracefully to him, "You are the captive, the beautiful war goddess, 'Valentina's warrior'?"

"Yes." Theo gently placed the female captive on his shoulder to the ground, displaying her to the princess and the generals. "
Mercenary Theo is willing to serve Your Highness!"

Valentina lay on her side on the ground, her hands tightly bound behind her back. Her long, curly golden hair was disheveled and
slumped on the ground. Her eyes were still closed in pain. Although her face was sickly pale and her beautiful lips
had lost their color, it could not hide her beauty. For safety reasons, her precious mithril armor had long been stripped off
, and even the high-heeled boots that had brought her misfortune were ruthlessly taken away. Her black stockings
were tattered after the long battle, revealing her fair skin and making her already perfectly shaped thighs even more alluring.
Valentina, usually in the army, always wore her signature mithril armor, so few had the opportunity to
truly appreciate her perfect figure. But tonight, as a prisoner, the "beautiful war goddess" was finally stripped of her armor, her
proud figure displayed without reservation before her enemies. She was left only with thin black underwear,
barely covering a woman's most private parts. The delicate bra gently supported Valentina's astonishingly large
, snow-white breasts. After a night of intense activity, her boundless allure could no longer be concealed; her alluring areolas were
slightly exposed, and even her slightly upturned nipples were faintly visible. Beneath the tattered black stockings,
lace-embroidered panties still clung tightly to Valentine's crotch, showcasing the rounded curves of her hips to
their fullest .

Looking at the beautiful woman lying unconscious on the ground, those who didn't know the inside story would find it hard to believe
this was the renowned "Beauty Warrior." Recalling Valentine's superb martial arts skills and seeing her
now weak and helpless, Theo couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for this opponent who had nearly taken his life.
Fortunately Valentine remained unconscious; otherwise, if she were awake and saw herself
exposed to the enemy army in only her underwear and torn black stockings, how could the ever-proud "Beauty Warrior" bear such humiliation?

Before Anastasia could speak, Irina shook her head in admiration and blurted out, "
Tsk tsk tsk, so beautiful, such a great figure! The 'Goddess of War' truly lives up to her name. It's just a pity that after tonight,
there will only be beauties, no more Goddesses of War, hahaha."

Then she turned to Theo: "Little brother, even the 'Goddess of War' is no match for you, your kung fu
must be amazing, right?" As she spoke, she winked at Theo provocatively, making the young man blush.

"Ahem..." Anastasia coughed awkwardly, then turned to Theo and said seriously, "Theo
, you have rendered great service, and I, the princess, will naturally reward you handsomely! But now I must ask you, do you still have the strength to fight
?"

"Fight again? I can't fight anymore!" Before the surprised Theo could reply, Irina
interjected , "But Ana, the one in charge of the Empire's army right now is that clueless little girl. You
can handle her by yourself, right?"

Theo immediately realized that the Kingdom's army had just won a great victory and was riding high on its momentum, while the Empire was still
waiting for its encirclement tactics to take effect and would never expect the Kingdom's army to launch a preemptive strike at this time. Moreover, the
"beautiful war goddess" who was actually leading the troops had been captured, and the enemy commander, Princess Josephine, neither knew how to lead troops nor possessed any martial arts or
magic . She was no match for the "pure white knight." Now was the best opportunity to press the advantage.

Realizing what was happening, Theo immediately declared his resolve: "I could fight for another three days and three nights! Let me
capture the 'Golden Princess' for His Highness!"

Anastasia smiled elegantly, causing the young mercenary's heart to flutter: "Alright! Irina
, you rest well in the city and wait for my good news. Theo, you come with me to the city wall now,
take your captive; I have a use for her."

Outside West Crown City, in the Imperial military camp

, Josephine sat at her dressing table in the large tent, her fair hands idly supporting her beautifully shaped chin as she
carefully examined herself in the mirror.

The 18-year-old "Golden Princess" was at the age of transition from girlhood to womanhood, possessing both
the cuteness and the sensuality of a mature woman. Her smooth golden hair was tied into two playful pigtails that reached her waist, her large eyes
sparkled with a lively light, and her delicate features were exquisite and beautiful, making one want to cherish her.
Josephine was at the age where she was beginning to recognize her own charm, and therefore liked to wear sexy dresses to
showcase her allure. Today, she wore a white long dress with a low-cut neckline that revealed a deep cleavage.
The high slit of the hem showcased her long, perfectly shaped, marble-white legs. Her equally white feet
were clad in white high-heeled strappy sandals with long, thin heels. The petite Princess Josephine always loved
wearing high heels, even higher than many mature women. Although she was almost
always , making it difficult for her to walk steadily, she loved the tall and graceful
figure she projected in them. This attire naturally attracted the attention of many men. Although the young princess was somewhat
shy , she deeply enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.

As a princess deeply favored by the Empress, Josephine possessed inexhaustible wealth from birth, which she
squandered at will. She naturally lived a life of extreme luxury, always wearing the most exquisite dresses and
the most expensive jewelry, believing only such attire was worthy of her noble status. She was thus known as the "
Golden Princess." Josephine secretly took pride in this title, for in her eyes, as
the heir to the Elihaan Empire, she truly was a perfect princess, as pure as gold.

"The Pure White Knight" and "Flame Rose" opposite her—surely they didn't possess such beauty?"
Josephine thought smugly, gazing at her exquisite reflection in the mirror. Besides, once they were defeated and captured, their
beauty would fade from noble princesses and sorceresses to lowly slave girls.

"Your Highness, urgent military intelligence has arrived," the obedient voice of the slave girl Rose came from outside the tent, interrupting
Princess Josephine's thoughts.

"What's going on so late? Don't you know I need to rest?" Josephine replied impatiently.

"Your Highness, there's unusual activity on the enemy's city walls! Please come out and take a look!" an officer
shouted .

"Honestly, it's all Valentina's fault for launching a night raid at this time, forcing me to personally investigate
the situation ." Josephine grumbled as she stood up, completely ignoring the
fact that it was Valentina's request to launch the night raid in the first place.

Josephine slowly walked to the outside of the tent, her high heels forcing her to proceed slowly. A white eight-bearer sedan chair was already
waiting It was more like a large bed carried by people than a sedan chair, with a huge
velvet cushion covering the entire carriage. Four gilded pillars supported an exquisite canopy on top, with white gauze curtains
hanging . Eight slaves, shackled and kneeling, waited for Josephine to lift the curtain and sit in the sedan chair before
rising and carefully carrying it towards the camp gate.

Because of her young age, Josephine couldn't yet
walk , but the beauty-loving "Golden Princess" had always been fond of high heels. Therefore
, when she went out, she always rode in a comfortable sedan chair, carried by slaves. Even on the battlefield,
she retained this habit, abandoning the light and fast mounts of horseback riding for the heavy
, slow . It was precisely because Josephine was accustomed to sedan chairs that she rarely needed to walk, allowing her
to boldly choose exceptionally high heels to accentuate her perfect feet and legs.

Once in the sedan chair, Josephine slightly bent her legs, propped her head up with one arm, and lazily leaned against the large
bed . This pose revealed the princess's slender, long legs completely through the slit in her long dress
. Below her thighs were her feet in white high-heeled strappy sandals, a thin strap holding the exquisitely crafted
shoes to her ankles. Her toes, painted with red nail polish, were exposed, and a glittering gold
anklet adorned her right foot—truly befitting of the title "Golden Princess." Lying in the sedan chair, Josephine habitually stroked
her exposed thighs, caressing her fair, smooth, and well-maintained skin, and couldn't help but
admire her beauty once more.

"Your Highness, we've arrived."

Upon reaching the camp gate, Josephine was pleased to see that the Imperial Army, meticulously trained by Valentina, had assembled
and was prepared for any unforeseen circumstances. The princess, too lazy to rise, simply lifted the white gauze curtain and
gazed at the city walls opposite. From afar, she saw countless torches lit on the walls of Westcrown City. A woman in white stood atop the city walls, riding
a white winged horse, surrounded by soldiers like stars around the moon.

"Is that Anastasia?"

Before Josephine could figure out what was happening, a clear, melodious female voice, amplified by magic, echoed
throughout the Imperial army camp: "Listen up, Imperial troops! Your night raid tonight has been a complete failure.
You have been annihilated, and your commander, Valentina, has been captured! Surrender now, and you may still save your lives!"

Anastasia's words caused a stir among the Imperial army, and a ripple appeared in their previously orderly formation
. Before the Imperial army could react, Anastasia continued, "Look who this is!
"

As soon as Anastasia finished speaking, a young man with bandages wrapped around his upper body lifted a woman high into the air beside her
. Josephine could see from afar that the woman's eyes were tightly shut in pain, her hands were bound behind her back, and her long,
curly golden hair was disheveled and draped behind her head. Only thin underwear and tattered black stockings
futilely concealed her stunning figure. It was none other than Valentine, the "Beautiful War Goddess" whom the Imperial soldiers regarded as a goddess
.

"General Valentine! General Valentine has been captured!" A cry of alarm rang out from the soldiers, and the army's
formation instantly fell into chaos.

Seeing Valentine's pitiful state on the city wall, Josephine, who had been comfortably reclining in her sedan chair, was
shocked and sat up abruptly.

Good heavens! How could Valentine be captured? Didn't she say she would take West Crown City for me in a single day?
And now she's a prisoner! She's called a "beautiful war goddess," how could she be so useless!
What am I supposed to do now?! Am I, the princess, supposed to command the army myself?

Josephine, who had never faced such a situation before, was completely flustered and at a loss, and the officers around her
were also in an uproar.

"Your Highness! What do we do now?"

"General Valentina isn't here, how can we fight this battle?"

"How about... we retreat?"

"What? No way!" Josephine angrily slammed her fist on the velvet cushion, loudly interrupting the chatter of the surrounding
officers . "No, no, no! We absolutely cannot retreat! This is my first time leading an army
into battle. If we just run back like this, wouldn't we be utterly humiliated?! I don't want to!"

But the enemy on the other side had no intention of cooperating with the "Golden Princess's" ideas. The gates of Westcrown City suddenly burst
open, and a horde of knights filed out, charging towards the Imperial Army camp like a raging tide. Anastasia,
riding her white winged horse, soared into the air from the city wall and shouted, "Charge!"

Josephine watched in horror as the enemy surged forward like a tide. She never imagined that the insignificant Oyati army
would dare to attack the army led by the noble Imperial Princess! As the commander-in-chief, she was completely at a loss.
Only the officers of the Imperial Army were issuing orders in a chaotic manner, trying to maintain order in the army: "Form ranks! Form ranks!
Prepare to engage the enemy!"

In an instant, Oyati's knights began to rush into the camp in scattered groups. However, the Imperial Army
's formation was still largely intact, so the charging knights were cut down by the guards standing
beside Blood splattered onto the white gauze curtains of the sedan chair.

"Ah—" Seeing the splattered blood, Josephine couldn't help but scream. Only then did she come to
her senses and stammer out the only order of the night: "Retreat...retreat! Quickly...retreat quickly!"

Faced with the reality of iron and blood, the pride of the "Golden Princess" collapsed in an instant.
Josephine, who had just said she absolutely refused to retreat, incoherently issued the order to retreat.
Valentine had been in charge of the battles throughout this expedition . Princess Josephine, the heir to the throne,
had grown up in the palace, pampered by the Empress, and had never witnessed the real fighting on the battlefield.
When the enemy's blood splattered in front of her, the proud "Golden Princess" was terrified and completely
incapable of commanding the battle. If she hadn't been sitting comfortably in her palanquin, she probably would have collapsed to the ground in shock
.

Seeing that the slaves carrying her palanquin hadn't reacted yet, Josephine was both anxious and furious
. She kicked one of the slaves hard with her high heel and snapped, "I said retreat! Go now
, you fools!"

"Yes, yes, Your Highness!" The slaves finally reacted and began to lift the heavy palanquin, preparing to turn around.

At this moment, an officer, leading a warhorse, blocked Josephine's palanquin: "Your Highness, mount your horse!
It's much faster on horseback!"

"Fool! Don't you know I can't ride a horse? Get out of my way!" Josephine
waved , and the officer had no choice but to retreat. Eight slaves carried Princess Josephine's luxurious palanquin, struggling
to run towards the rear of the battlefield.

"Everyone, follow me! Night Raid, Charge!"

Theo, gripping the reins in his left hand and his scimitar in his right, shouted hoarsely, his chest wound not hindering his
agility at all. A squad of Oyati knights followed closely beside him.

The young mercenary, riding a tall black warhorse, galloped towards the Imperial army's lines. He named the warhorse recently bestowed upon him by Princess
Anastasia "Night Raid" to commemorate his glorious first battle. The Imperial army , initially
expected to inflict heavy casualties on the numerically superior enemy, turned out to be incredibly incompetent. Their commander
fled the battlefield in terror the moment the two armies clashed, causing the Imperial army, which had initially held some fighting strength, to collapse completely
and become easy prey for the Kingdom's forces.

However, Theo had no interest in the fleeing Imperial army; his prey was singular—the "Golden Princess,"
Josephine. Just hours earlier, the "Beautiful War Goddess," Valentina, whose martial skills, intelligence, and status far surpassed his own,
had become his prisoner through a series of coincidences. Now, with
Josephine 's 100,000-strong army crumbling at the first touch, wasn't this the perfect
opportunity to capture the heir to the El Haan Empire's throne?

The "Golden Princess" wasn't hard to find; he could see her fleeing
eastward , completely devoid of guards in the chaos. Theo couldn't understand why
anyone would travel to battle in a cumbersome palanquin, let alone escape in one. But he didn't care about anything else at the moment,
only caring about speed, avoiding battle with the enemy, only cutting down any fools who dared to block his way.
Theo, riding his swift black warhorse, and his knights behind him, caught up with
Josephine's . "

Stop!" Theo shouted, aiming at a slave struggling to carry the palanquin, and hurled his scimitar. 　　"Charge! That's the 'Golden Princess' in the palanquin! Grab her!" 　　Josephine could clearly hear the enemy shouts growing closer behind her; fear had completely taken over her heart. The princess anxiously patted the velvet cushion beneath her, constantly urging the slaves carrying the palanquin , "Hurry, hurry up! You guys hurry up!" 　　Josephine usually liked to lazily lean against the palanquin with her legs crossed, believing that this posture was the most comfortable and perfectly showcased her long legs. Even Josephine, who was always proud of her charm , had long since abandoned any semblance of decorum. Driven by tension and fear, Josephine hugged her legs tightly to her chest as if seeking security, the hem of her long dress billowing to one side, her fair skin exposed to the air. The noble "Golden Princess" now appeared no different from a weak and helpless ordinary girl. Hearing the approaching shouts of battle, Josephine nervously glanced behind her every now and then.

As the pursuers drew ever closer, Josephine, trapped in her sedan chair, was utterly helpless and
on the verge of tears.

Powerless, she could only urge the slaves beneath her onward, "Run! Run! You all, hurry...
Ouch!"

Suddenly, the massive sedan chair lurched, and Josephine cried out, nearly falling. A flying scimitar
pierced the chest of one of the slaves, who staggered and collapsed, bringing the entire sedan chair to a halt. Josephine
looked in the direction the dagger had come from and saw a black-haired knight with bandages wrapped around his chest galloping towards them. She recognized
him as the man who had just lifted the half-naked Valentine atop the city wall; behind him was a troop of Oyati knights.
Terrified , Josephine yelled at the slaves, "What are you all standing there for!
Keep !"

But instead, the slaves screamed, "The Oyati are coming! Run!"

Seeing the royal army rushing towards them, the panicked slaves scattered like birds.

"What?! You cowards, get back to me... Ouch!"

Seeing the slaves trying to escape, a bewildered Josephine was about to scold them again, but some slaves
, perhaps in revenge for her past mistreatment, lifted the palanquin poles as they fled, causing the entire massive palanquin
to overturn. The noble imperial princess fell to the ground, her exquisitely crafted long dress instantly covered in
dust, and her diamond-encrusted gold crown fell to the ground.

Josephine's fair and delicate skin on her arms and thighs immediately developed several abrasions. Although
she wasn't injured, the pampered "Golden Princess" had
never experienced such hardship before, and Josephine felt as if her entire body was on fire. Seeing the Oyati people closing in, Josephine couldn't even
bother to touch her wounds; she could only barely stand and struggle to run forward.

But Josephine was wearing white high-heeled sandals with thin, long heels, which made even a few steps tiring,
let running. The pampered princess usually traveled in comfortable
sedan chairs, wearing inconvenient high heels; without the slaves carrying her, she couldn't even walk, let alone run.
Furthermore, spoiled and lazy nature, Josephine refused any training and knew nothing of martial arts or magic
; now, running for her life was utterly impossible.

Driven by fear, the pampered princess, accustomed to a life of luxury, was forced to put on her high heels and struggle
to run forward. At that moment, she felt nothing but regret. As the heir to the throne of the Elihaan Empire
, she could have been living a comfortable life in the palace, peacefully awaiting her succession. Why had she come to
lead an army into battle? But it was too late. How could a frail woman in high heels outrun a knight
's warhorse? Josephine hadn't run more than a few steps when several knights, led by a scimitar-wielding knight, rushed in front of her
and surrounded her. He grinned smugly and said to Josephine, "Surrender,
Golden Princess!"

The pampered "Golden Princess" was already terrified. Her legs, clad in high heels, finally gave way
, and Josephine collapsed to the ground in fear.

"Waaaaah..." Overwhelmed by shock and fear, Josephine couldn't help but
sob . Her lower body was numb with fright. As she cried, Josephine felt a warm sensation flow through her
legs—warm urine was flowing uncontrollably. The "Golden Princess" had lost control of her bladder.

Josephine now sat slumped on the ground, her petite body trembling uncontrollably. Her carefully styled twin ponytails
were now disheveled, and her messy, high-slit dress could no longer conceal her slender, long legs. Her thighs were tightly pressed together
as if seeking security, while her calves were weakly spread apart, a far cry
from her usual noble elegance. Golden urine, befitting her title of "Golden Princess," gushed from between her legs, soaking her fair thighs and
exquisite dress. The urine stain quickly spread from where Josephine was sitting, but she seemed
oblivious, only able to sob.

At this moment, several Oyati knights dismounted and approached Josephine.

"What are you doing? Don't, don't come any closer!" Josephine nervously covered her chest with her hands, instinctively
curling her legs up, and asked in terror, her urine flowing even more rapidly between her legs.

"The golden bracelet! It's mine!" "This necklace is made of rubies!" "Wow, even the anklet is
gold! Truly worthy of the 'Golden Princess'!" The soldiers ignored the princess's questions and pounced on her,
beginning to snatch Josephine's precious jewelry.

"Stop, stop!" Josephine instinctively struggled, clutching her chest, her high-heeled
feet kicking wildly in the air, spraying golden urine everywhere.

But how could the frail princess be a match for the frenzied soldiers? Josephine's weak struggles did
nothing to stop them, only further enraging them. The princess kicked a soldier squarely in
the head. The soldier, wincing in pain, immediately flew into a rage, roaring, "Damn it, you dare kick me! Strip her
naked ! Brothers, get her!"

The soldiers, who had initially been only looting jewelry, became even more frenzied. They held down the princess's hands and feet
while tearing at her long dress. The silk fabric couldn't withstand the force of the tearing, and the elegant dress
was instantly ripped to shreds, revealing large expanses of the girl's fair skin. Her white lace bra was then ripped off,
exposing her breasts. Her once-white panties, already stained pale yellow with urine,
were also torn to shreds, revealing the girl's most intimate parts to everyone.

"No, no! You can't do this! I'm a princess... You can't treat me like this!
Waaaaaah ..."

The high and mighty "Golden Princess" was ultimately just an 18-year-old girl. At this moment, she had already
fallen into the abyss of despair. Her powerless struggles were futile against the strong soldiers. Her once bright
eyes had lost their sparkle, and only tears flowed like a burst dam. Josephine, held down tightly,
resisted in vain, but her female instincts still made her twist her body incessantly. Her tightly clenched thighs could not
conceal the beautiful and alluring virgin territory between her legs.

"Stop!" A loud shout interrupted the soldiers' brutality. A soldier with bandages wrapped around his chest pulled out the...
The scimitar, pulled from the slave's body, was pointed at his comrade. "The Golden Princess is my prisoner! You are not allowed
to touch her! Get out of my way!"

"Who do you think you are?" The soldiers who were assaulting her drew their weapons and walked towards the scimitar warrior.
But the next moment, only a flash of light was seen, followed by a scream, and then several soldiers fell
to the ground, their heads severed.

Josephine was still sobbing uncontrollably, collapsing to the ground as if all her strength had been drained.
Her unrestrained hands weakly clutched her chest, trying to cover her exposed breasts, but the pressure of her arms
only made them appear fuller. Her slender legs were still desperately clenched together, as if still fearing the soldiers' violation, and were
now trapped between her legs by her tattered underwear, making the girl's private parts faintly visible.
A large patch of urine was stained between the princess's legs; the incontinence had stopped, but a few drops of urine still seeped out with her sobs
.

Seeing the once unattainable "Golden Princess" in her current pitiful state, the scimitar warrior sighed:
"Come back with me," said the "Golden Princess."

With that, the warrior sheathed his scimitar, gently lifted Josephine from the ground, and mounted his horse
. The "Golden Princess," having already lost all her strength, leaned limply against the warrior's chest. Her delicate body
trembled with humiliation and fear, her beautiful eyes tightly shut in pain, only glistening tears streaming down her face with each sob
.

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