Mercenary Legend

Chapter One: Siege and Night Raid

West Crown City, Capital of the Kingdom of Oyati

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
, but secretly generously provided financial aid, using it as a bulwark against imperial expansion.
Although the Kingdom of Oyati was known as the "Knights' Kingdom" 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 of humble origins, Theo had dreamed of rising above his station since childhood, unwilling to live a mediocre life. Therefore, upon reaching adulthood, he chose to become a mercenary, hoping to make a name
for himself through his superb swordsmanship and quick wit .
A young mercenary, fresh out of the gate, encountered the great war in Oyati and was naturally
drawn in by the high pay and rewards, hoping to find wealth and glory on the battlefield.

"But you have to survive to collect the rewards!"

the dejected young man slung his polished scimitar over his shoulder, then took out another and continued polishing.
Theo, who had joined the Oyati Kingdom's army, found not glory on the battlefield, but a series of defeats.
Within a month of the war's start, 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 prior, the 70,000 hastily assembled Kingdom troops had been trapped within the city. Although
West Crown City was surrounded by mountains and fortified, the city's food supplies were uncertain, 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 terrible loss.

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

Theo wondered, glancing involuntarily at the city wall.

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 ill, Princess Anastasia had served as regent. She was not only exceptionally beautiful and skilled in martial arts,
but also humble and compassionate towards her people, thus deeply loved by them. The princess lived up to her name,
wearing a white bodycon mini-skirt, white high-heeled boots, and white
stockings that encased her 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, revealing her alluring waist. The woman's long 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.
She had been dispatched by the Kingdom of Ohos, the "Land of Mages," to aid Oyati. Three months prior, during the siege,
it was her powerful fire magic that had routed the imperial army, and her presence undoubtedly strengthened the kingdom's
resolve to fight to the bitter end. From Theo's perspective, he couldn't see the two women's faces, but he had witnessed Anastasia and Irina's breathtaking beauty

when he first joined the kingdom's army. At that time, the princess had received the mercenaries who had traveled from afar , encouraging them to fight for the kingdom, and the female mage had been present. Their beauty had captivated the naive Theo. But the young man also understood that although Anastasia's attitude was elegant and gentle, and Irina's smile was even more provocative, making him blush just thinking about it, the princess of the Kingdom of Oyati and the female mage of Ohos were not people he, a lowly and unknown mercenary, could ever lay a finger on. 　　"If Oyati falls and the princess becomes a slave, maybe there'll be a chance? Hehe." 　　Theo smoothed his short black hair and smiled mockingly. Thinking this way, defeat didn't seem so bad. 　　Outside West Crown City, Imperial Military Camp 　　In the magnificent tent of the Imperial Army's commander-in-chief, Valentine stood with her hands behind her back, calmly looking 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 and her undefeated record over the years that made the world worship her as the "Beautiful War Goddess." She wore light yet sturdy mithril armor, intricately engraved with patterns and radiating a protective magical glow. The tailor-made armor perfectly accentuated her voluptuous curves, making her ample breasts appear even more prominent. Valentine wore matching high-heeled boots that reached her thighs, the slender heels further emphasizing the female general's commanding presence. Her mithril battle skirt, however, only reached just to her hips, leaving a gap between it and her boots revealing a section of her thigh encased in sexy black stockings . At just over 27 years old, this "beautiful war goddess" was at the peak of her beauty, possessing both the imposing aura of years of battle and the captivating allure of a mature woman. 　　Valentine's inner world was not as calm as it appeared. She didn't know how much longer the Oyati army within the city could hold out , but she knew that the Imperial army outside the city could wait no longer. With 200,000 troops stationed here, the daily consumption of provisions and military 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 simply can't stand this place any longer!" 　　Valentine sighed inwardly, looking at the girl who had spoken. 　　The girl's exquisite face seemed like a goddess's masterpiece; her slightly pouting lips carried the innate arrogance of a beautiful woman, her small nose was adorably upturned, and her purple eyes, characteristic of the Elihahn royal family, exuded an alluring mystery. Her waist-length golden hair was styled into two cute pigtails, and she wore a pure gold crown, its diamonds sparkling. The girl, just turned 18, was at an age when she was beginning to recognize her own charm, and today, as always, she wore a dress that showcased her graceful figure. She wore a white long dress...

The neckline of the dress was very low, covering the girl's still-developing but already high and firm breasts, outlining a deep cleavage
. A ruby pendant around her neck hung perfectly between her breasts. A pair of marble-white arms were exposed
, her hands painted with bright red nail polish, and a glittering gold bracelet adorned her left wrist.
Although the hem of the dress reached her ankles, the slit was very high, revealing glimpses of her slender, long legs. The girl's smooth
toes were painted with the same color as her fingernails, and a gold anklet adorned her right foot, highlighting her
perfect jade-like feet. The girl was lying on her side on the couch, one hand supporting her head, her high-heeled sandals removed
, revealing her beautifully shaped thighs, sexy and alluring yet retaining a youthful cuteness. A
black-haired female slave, shackled and wearing only underwear, knelt obediently on the ground, carefully massaging her feet.

This young woman, enjoying a comfort unlike anything found in a military camp, was none other than Princess Josephine, the nominal
commander-in-chief of this imperial expedition, the only daughter of Empress Catherine, and the heir to the throne of the Ellehahn Empire, known as the "Golden Princess
." This title stemmed from her deep affection for gold jewelry, as well as her noble birth
and unparalleled beauty, making her a princess as perfect as gold.

Within the Ellehahn Empire, the expedition was a foregone conclusion; the Kingdom of Oyati
was merely a small, insignificant nation, easily crushed by the imperial army. To enhance her most beloved daughter's resume,
Empress Catherine granted Princess Josephine's request, appointing her commander-in-chief to lead this seemingly inevitable expedition. However
, the inexperienced "Golden Princess" had never led troops before and knew nothing of martial arts or magic. Therefore, the Empress carefully arranged
for the Empire's top general, the "Beautiful War Goddess" Valentina, to serve as her deputy, effectively commanding this massive army
. In fact, while managing the army, Valentina also had to devote much of her energy to caring for this naive
and willful little princess.

"Your Highness, Westcrown City is well-defended and has a great mage stationed there. A direct assault would inevitably result in heavy losses. But
the enemy city is already besieged by our army. As long as the enemy runs out of supplies, it will surely fall," Valentina patiently explained
.

"Hmph, you've said the same thing for three whole months. Do you expect me to wait another three months in this wretched place
?" Seeing Josephine slam her hand on the table in anger, Valentina could only remain silent.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Josephine continued to complain, "Look at this stinking camp! It
smells like horse manure all over me. 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 had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have begged Mother to let me be the commander-in-chief 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 a faster way," Valentine pondered for a moment, pointing to the map
and revealing the strategies she had been considering for the past few days. "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.

"If everyone saw the princess's personality, would they still consider her the 'Golden Princess'?" Valentina
wondered. Although she knew Josephine wasn't inherently bad, as the Empress's only daughter and heir to the empire
, Josephine had been pampered and spoiled since childhood, naturally developing a willful and arrogant
personality. Now, having her lead troops was inevitably a headache for Valentina. The princess stood up, put on the white high-heeled sandals on the floor, and her petite figure appeared more upright

with the help of the high heels .
Still seething with anger, she walked to Valentine's side 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 also has 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 '
Princess Knight' on the other side?" Josephine put her hands on her slender waist, 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 really
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 the "Pure White Knight," Anastasia, 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 and
encircle the enemy city. We will capture it before dawn!" The "Beautiful War Goddess" finally made up her mind. As long as her strategy
remained undetected, it would be foolproof. She believed her military talent far surpassed Anastasia
's, and her plan would surely deceive everyone.

"Hehe, that's more like it! When I conquer the Kingdom of Oyati, you'll certainly deserve credit!" Josephine
finally revealed a playful smile, ran forward, hugged Valentina, and tiptoed to give her a light kiss on the cheek.
This moment made the girl's cuteness even more apparent.

Seeing the princess in a good mood, Valentine 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. Being alone in the army, you need some skills
to feel secure."

"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 Valentine will handle the war for me! However, I have one more request: 'The Pure White Knight'
and 'Flame Rose,' you must capture them alive for me. I'm waiting to make them my slave girls
! I want to see if they are 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, shaking 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 snapping to attention.

But with the "beautiful war goddess" Valentina in command, how could a night raid possibly succeed? Had Anastasia
been driven to desperation?

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 reached the assembly point, only to find that almost the entire 70,000-strong kingdom army was marching in
the rear under the officers' commands. Anastasia, still clad 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 and the last hope of the kingdom's army;
Anastasia would never relinquish it.

With a sense of doubt, Theo, mingling with the troops, marched for two hours until they reached a mountain peak
. Dense forests concealed the entire army, and below lay a narrow valley,
the only route from the west to West Crown 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!"

West Crown 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 Knight' is quite something!"

Theo drew his scimitar from his back, awaiting new orders, a slightly expectant smile on his face.
The young man, who had been stifled for three months, finally saw hope for victory and his chance to rise above his circumstances; for this, he
would fight to the death.

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, the magical sheen flowing
across it, outlining her curvaceous figure. Sexy black
stockings covered her smooth, firm 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 in waves, and her deep, ocean-like eyes shone with confidence.

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

Thinking of this, Valentine couldn't help but smile. In years of campaigns across the land, she
had conquered vast territories for the Empire and the Empress, earning herself the title of "Beautiful War Goddess." However, in recent years,
Anastasia, the "Pure White Knight," has risen to fame, rivaling even Valentina
, the Empire's foremost general. Naturally, Valentina harbors some resentment. But after this battle, she can easily crush
Anastasia under her feet; the "Pure White Knight" will forever remain just
another beautiful name on her long list of spoils.

"Enemy attack! Ambush! Ambush!"

A sudden cry from the marching troops shattered the "beautiful war goddess's" illusion.

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

"How is this possible?! Why is there an ambush? Could it be… the enemy has seen through our movements?" Valentina
was horrified; this terrifying thought surfaced in her mind, preventing her from continuing to ponder it.

"Don't panic! We outnumber them! Form ranks and prepare for battle!" Valentine drew her sword and
shouted. The battle-hardened "beautiful war goddess" knew that the most important thing at this moment was to stabilize morale and boost fighting spirit.
The night raid had been foiled, and the enemy held the high ground and the terrain advantage. Her only option was to bring
the army back as intact as possible.

Hearing the call of their goddess-like general, the soldiers' panic subsided somewhat. They drew their weapons,
regrouped, and prepared for battle.

But the enemy wouldn't give them that chance.

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

The chanting echoed across the battlefield with the magic's effects, and the enemy mage's figure appeared
. A woman in red robes and red hair stood atop the hill, her staff pointing towards the Imperial army in the valley.

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

As the magic completed, a flame silently ignited within the Imperial army. It was just a tiny flame,
with a semi-transparent texture, seemingly tangible, burning without a sound, and
appearing as if a bucket of water could extinguish it. However, the female general had witnessed
the power of high-level fire magic during the siege three months prior. Waving her sword, she anxiously shouted to the imperial army, "Disperse! Form skirmish formations!
Avoid magical attacks!"

But the 100,000 troops, crammed into the narrow valley, couldn't spread out at all. The order to "disperse"
only resulted in everyone pushing and shoving, becoming even more cramped. Now, the tiny flame slowly
rotated, its size constantly expanding. The semi-transparent flame, like some kind of gelatinous substance, rose and tumbled
much slower than normal, yet its heat was as scorching as the summer sun. Next, the flame
's rotation accelerated, its expansion became increasingly fierce, and finally, it burned intensely like an ordinary flame,
the heat spreading outwards. Until the flames expanded to their extreme, they finally transformed into a cataclysmic explosion
. A scorching roar swept across the land, golden light shot straight into the sky, and a bewitching red lotus proudly unfurled its form.
Countless energies intertwined and tore at each other, the refracted 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 wildly within, even the air seemed to be ablaze;
the karmic fire, containing supreme power, seemed poised to consume the entire world.

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

After a long while, the flames 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 dull and lifeless, 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,
a fear she had never felt before swept over her, 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 heat of battle, the young mercenary hadn't lost his composure. From the beginning, he had his sights set on
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 fight to get here. This was his
perfect opportunity to capture her and make a name for himself.

Theo and his royal soldiers blocked the enemy's retreat. When 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 woman's identity was obvious. Theo knew he
was facing the greatest challenge and opportunity of his life. Whether he would achieve fame or
perish on the battlefield depended on this moment.

Valentina ran desperately forward.

The undefeated "Beautiful War Goddess" tasted defeat for the first time, and it was so devastating. This blow
had already extinguished her will to fight. Protected by a group of loyal guards, she charged towards the edge of the valley. Without her mount
, she ran desperately forward, her legs digging into the ground. Her high-heeled 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
mithril armor was dulled, its exquisite patterns stained with blood, and her sexy black stockings were tattered and torn.
Her meticulously styled golden hair was now disheveled and cascading down her back. Valentine was no longer
the "beautiful war goddess" she once was, but the female general, always 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, as if she could see 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 fighting between the two armies and escaping this hellish battlefield. If she could
slip away unnoticed during the chaos of battle, 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 path .
The young man's leather armor was stained with blood, mostly the blood of Imperial soldiers. He held his swords outstretched
, blocking Valentine's way.

“Get out of my way!” Valentine had long lost the elegance of a “beautiful war goddess.” She frantically raised her
sword, aiming 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, biting 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
before the "Beautiful War Goddess," he was utterly outmatched. Even in dire straits, Valentine was still
several levels above the inexperienced Theo!

"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 of his ribs breaking
.

Theo, sprawled on the ground, painfully struggled to his feet, only to see Valentine charging towards him, sword in hand.

"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 cared for a mere enemy soldier, nor would she feel
any excitement at defeating him. But now, eliminating this one enemy meant escape, and the joy of escaping death
thrilled the "beautiful war goddess."

"Die... Ouch!"

With a cry, Valentine's charge abruptly stopped.

The valley floor, scorched by flames and soaked in blood, was 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 she exuded when wearing them
. As the "beautiful war goddess" known to all, 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 right on top of the dual-wielding warrior lying on the ground
. 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
immense 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...
Valentina, at her core, was still a woman. The dual-wielding warrior, her defeated opponent, 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" curled up on the ground, clutching her groin, watching her defeated opponent pick up
her sword and approach her, clutching his chest wound. Valentina wanted to escape, but could do nothing, only
whimpering like a little girl, her beautiful eyes filled with pain and fear.

"'Beautiful War Goddess,' you're mine now." The dual-wielding warrior's smug smile appeared
before Valentina, his still handsome face clearly stained with the blood of the battle. Valentina felt the dual-wielding warrior hoist
her onto his shoulder, one hand reaching under her skirt armor to support her buttocks, the very 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 instantly, her entire army was wiped out,
and she didn't even have time to fight Anastasia before becoming a humiliating prisoner of one of her soldiers. The ever-
proud "Beautiful War Goddess" couldn't bear this blow from heaven to hell; her mind
went blank. She instinctively tried to struggle, but only felt a sharp 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. Soldiers were gathering here, still in neat ranks,
each face beaming with joy. That very night, led by their most revered "Pure White Knight,"
Princess Anastasia, the Oyati Kingdom's army, with a force inferior to 70,000, ambushed and nearly
annihilated the 100,000-strong army of the Elihaan Empire, capturing the "Beautiful War Goddess" Valentine
, hailed as the Empire's foremost general, achieving their first major victory in the war against the Empire.

Among the jubilant crowd, the most triumphant was probably Theo. 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 Valentine had only been simply treated, yet 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 faintly pale, clearly
a result of the excessive exertion from using high-level magic.

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

The princess gracefully said to him, "You are the warrior who captured 'Beautiful War Goddess' Valentina?"

"Yes." Theo gently placed the female prisoner on his shoulder to the ground, displaying her to the princess and the assembled generals. "Mercenary
Theo is at Your Highness's service!"

Valentina lay on her side on the ground, her hands tightly bound behind her back. Her long, curly golden hair
lay disheveled on the floor, her eyes still tightly closed in pain. Although her face was sickly pale and her once vibrant lips had lost
their color, it could not conceal 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,
tattered from the long battle, revealed her fair skin, making her already perfectly shaped thighs even more alluring.
Valentina, usually clad in her signature mithril armor, rarely 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 stunning
figure displayed without reservation before her enemies. She was left only in thin black underwear, barely
concealing 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 enticing areolas slightly
exposed, even her slightly upturned nipples were faintly visible. Beneath the tattered black stockings, lace-
embroidered panties still clung tightly to Valentine's crotch, perfectly showcasing the rounded curves of her buttocks
.

Looking at the unconscious, beautiful woman 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."

She then turned to Theo: "Little brother, even the 'Goddess of War' is no match for you, your kung fu
must be amazing, right?" She winked provocatively at Theo, 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 it 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: "Fighting for three more days and three nights is no problem! Let me capture the '
Golden Princess' for Your Highness!"

Anastasia revealed an elegant smile, 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 prisoner, I have a use for her."

Outside West Crown City, Imperial Military Camp

Josephine sat at the 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 of a young girl
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 an age where she was beginning to recognize her own charm, and therefore enjoyed wearing sexy dresses to
showcase it. Today, she wore a white long dress with a low-cut neckline that revealed a deep cleavage,
and a high slit that displayed 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, higher than many mature women. Although wearing such high heels meant she
was almost always on tiptoe, making it difficult to walk steadily, she loved the tall, graceful figure she projected in them.
This attire naturally attracted many male gazes. Although the young princess was somewhat shy about it,
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 in this way could she be worthy of her noble status. She was thus known as the "Golden
Princess." Josephine secretly took pride in this title; after all, in her eyes, as
the heir to the Elihaan Empire, she truly was a perfect princess, as golden 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 slaves.

"Your Highness, urgent military intelligence reports!" The obsequious voice of the slave girl, Rose, came from outside the tent, interrupting
Princess Josephine's thoughts.

"What is it 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 anxiously outside the tent
.

"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 making her walk slowly. Outside the main tent stood
a white sedan chair carried by eight slaves. More like a large bed than a sedan chair,
it was supported by four gilded pillars that held an exquisite canopy, draped with
white gauze curtains. Eight slaves, shackled, knelt on the ground, waiting for Josephine to lift the curtain and sit in the chair before rising
and carefully carrying it towards the camp gate.

Because of her young age, Josephine couldn't yet walk with the
ease of many mature women in high heels, but the beauty-loving "Golden Princess" had always been fond of high heels. Therefore,
when she went out in high heels, 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, but comfortable sedan chair
, finding horseback riding too tiring .
Because Josephine was accustomed to riding in a sedan chair and rarely needed to walk, she was able to
boldly choose exceptionally high heels to accentuate her perfect feet and beautiful legs.

Once inside the sedan chair, Josephine slightly bent her legs, propped her head up with one arm, and lazily leaned against the large bed
. This posture revealed the princess's slender, long legs without reservation from the slit in her long dress.
Below her thighs were her feet in white high-heeled strappy sandals, a thin strap binding the exquisitely crafted heels
to her ankles. Her toes, painted with red nail polish, were exposed, and her right foot wore a glittering gold anklet
, truly befitting her title of "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 again.

"Your Highness, we've arrived."

Reaching the camp gates, Josephine was pleased to see that the Imperial army, meticulously trained by Valentina, was fully assembled,
ready to respond to any unforeseen circumstances. The princess, too lazy to rise, directly lifted the white gauze curtain and
gazed at the opposite city wall. In the distance, she saw countless torches lit on the walls of Westcrown City, and a woman in white riding a
white winged horse stood atop the wall, 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, resounded
throughout the Imperial army camp: "Imperial army on the other side, listen up: your night raid tonight has been a complete failure, your entire army has been wiped out, 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, a ripple appearing in their previously orderly formation
. Before the Imperial Army could react, Anastasia continued shouting, "Look who this is!"

As soon as Anastasia finished speaking, a young man beside her, his upper body wrapped in bandages, lifted a woman high into the air
. Josephine could see from afar that the woman's eyes were tightly shut in pain, her hands bound behind her back, her long, curly
blonde hair disheveled and draped behind her head, only her thin undergarments and tattered black stockings offering no protection.
The ground concealed her alluring figure, revealing her to be none other than Valentine, the "Beautiful War Goddess" revered as a goddess by the Imperial soldiers.

"General Valentine! General Valentine has been captured!" a cry rang out from the soldiers, and the army's formation
instantly crumbled.

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

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! And she calls herself the "Beautiful War Goddess," how utterly useless!
What am I to do now! Must I, the princess, personally command the army?

Josephine, who had never faced such a situation before, was utterly bewildered 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, leaped from the city wall and shouted, "All troops, charge!"

Josephine stared in horror at the surging enemy. 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: "Form ranks! Form ranks!
Prepare to engage the enemy!"

In an instant, scattered Oyati knights rushed into the camp. However, the Imperial Army
's formation was still largely intact, so the charging knights were
cut down by the guards standing beside Josephine before they could kill many men. 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!"

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. The battles of this expedition were always
in Valentina's command. 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 before 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 fright.

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 scolded in a delicate voice, "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? Get out of my way!" Josephine waved impatiently
, 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. Originally,
the numerically superior enemy army was expected to inflict significant casualties on their side. However, the enemy commander proved remarkably incompetent,
fleeing in terror the moment the two armies clashed. As a result, the Imperial army, which had initially held its own, collapsed completely,
becoming easy prey for the Kingdom's forces.

But Theo had no interest in the fleeing Imperial army; he had only one prey to pursue—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. And now, with the 100,000-strong army led by the "Golden Princess" Josephine crumbling at the first touch, wasn't this the perfect opportunity to capture this heir to the throne of the Elihaan Empire? 　　The "Golden Princess" wasn't hard to find; he could see Josephine fleeing eastward in a massive, luxurious palanquin , completely devoid of guards in the chaos. Theo couldn't understand why anyone would ride a heavy sedan chair to the battlefield, or even escape in one. But he didn't care about that now, focusing only on speeding along, avoiding battle and 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 slow-moving sedan chair in the blink of an eye. 　　"Stop!" Theo roared, aiming at a slave struggling to carry the chair, and hurled his scimitar. 　　"Charge! That's the 'Golden Princess' in the sedan chair! Seize her!" 　　Josephine could clearly hear the enemy shouts growing closer behind her; fear had completely consumed her . The princess anxiously patted the velvet cushion beneath her, repeatedly urging the slaves carrying her palanquin, "Hurry, hurry up! Get on your feet!" 　　Josephine usually preferred to lean lazily against the palanquin, legs crossed, a position she considered most comfortable and perfectly showcasing her long, shapely legs. But even someone who always prided herself on her charm...

Josephine, no longer caring about her composure, was gripped by tension and fear.
Seeking security, she huddled her legs tightly against her chest, the hem of her long dress billowing to one side,
exposing her fair skin to the air. The once noble "Golden Princess" now appeared
no different from a weak and helpless ordinary girl. Hearing the approaching shouts of battle, Josephine glanced nervously behind her every now and then
. Seeing the pursuers drawing ever closer, yet powerless to do anything from her palanquin, she was on the verge of tears, her
eyes brimming with anxiety.

Helpless, Josephine could only urge the slaves beneath her: "Run! Run! Run...
Oh no!"

Suddenly, the massive palanquin 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 palanquin to a halt. Josephine
looked in the direction the throwing knife had come from and saw a black-haired knight with bandages wrapped around his chest galloping towards her. 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 shouted to the slaves, "What are you all standing there for! Keep
running for this princess!"

But to her surprise, 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 reprimand them, but unexpectedly, some slaves,
perhaps in retaliation for her past oppression, 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 tumbling to the ground.

Josephine's fair and delicate skin on her arms and thighs immediately sustained several scrapes. Although there was nothing seriously
wrong, the pampered "Golden Princess" had never experienced such hardship before, and Josephine
felt as if her entire body was on fire. But seeing the Oyati people closing in, Josephine couldn't care less
about her wounds; she could only barely stand up and run forward with all her might.

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

Driven by fear, however, the accustomed princess had no choice but to put on her high heels and struggle
to run forward. At this 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 waiting to inherit the throne;
why had she come to lead an army into war? But it was too late now. 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 the 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 and completely lost her composure. Her legs, clad in high heels, finally gave way
, and Josephine collapsed to the ground.

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

Josephine sat slumped on the ground, her petite body trembling uncontrollably. Her meticulously styled twin ponytails
were now disheveled, and her high-slit dress could no longer conceal her slender, long legs. Her thighs
were tightly pressed together as if seeking security, while her calves lay limply 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 quickly spread from where Josephine sat, but she seemed oblivious
, only able to sob softly.

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

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

"The gold bracelet! It's mine!"

"This necklace is made of rubies!"

"Wow, even the anklet is gold! Truly worthy of the 'Golden Princess'!" Ignoring the princess's
questions, the soldiers pounced on her, beginning to snatch Josephine's precious jewelry.

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

But how could the frail princess be a match for the raging 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 only been looting jewelry, became increasingly violent. 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,
her breasts exposed. Her once-white panties, already stained pale yellow with urine,
were also torn to shreds, exposing the girl's most intimate parts to everyone.

"No, no! You can't do this! I'm a princess…you can't do this to me! Waaaaaah
…"

The once-proud "Golden Princess" was, after all, just an 18-year-old girl. Now, she was trapped
in the abyss of despair. Her feeble struggles were futile against the strong soldiers. Her usually 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. Her tightly clenched thighs could not
conceal the beautiful, alluring virginity between her legs.

"Stop!" A loud shout interrupted the soldiers' brutality. A soldier with bandages around his chest drew a scimitar from
the body of a dead slave, pointing it at his comrade. "'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 committing the violence drew their weapons and walked towards the scimitar-wielding soldier. But
in the next instant, a flash of light appeared, followed by a scream, and several soldiers fell to the ground, their heads severed from their bodies
.

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; they were already
pressed between her legs by Stud's 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 still
seeped out with her sobs.

Seeing the once unattainable "Golden Princess" in such a pitiful state, the scimitar warrior sighed:
"Come back with me, 'Golden Princess.'"

With that, the warrior sheathed his scimitar, gently lifted Josephine from the ground, and mounted his horse. Having long since lost all her strength
, the "Golden Princess" leaned limply against the warrior's chest. Her delicate body
trembled with humiliation and fear, and her beautiful eyes were tightly closed in pain, with only glistening tears streaming
down her face as she sobbed.

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