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“You wouldn’t want me dead, Your Highness. Even if the king knew, he wouldn’t execute me. At most face, I’d face imprisonment or exile,” Sophie replied softly.
After all, she was the last member of the Duke of Northwa
Calling the food prepared for dinner a meal seemed quite noble. In reality, there were only two pieces of hard flatbread and dried meat-typical battlefield rations.
These were the kinds of supplies commonly sent to the front lines.
Now that the troops were stationed here, they could have prepared some hot stew or oatmeal. However, it was already late, and starting a big pot of stew just for Sophie would have been unreasonable. Still, they were thoughtful enough to provide a pot of hot water, which was at least something warm to drink and could heat up her body.
The small, temporary tent was filled with thick, heavy blankets that were dirty and hardened with grime. Sophie could tell from a touch that the stains on the blankets were dried blood.
A tall, young soldier with thick eyebrows and a scruffy beard led her in. He scratched his head and asked, Is this okay? If not, I can get some hot soup made for you.”
“No need, this is fine,” Sophie said with a grateful smile, biting into the hard flatbread. The cold made it even tougher, and chewing it made her teeth ache.
“Alright then. I’m Dylan Ziegler, and I’ve been with the prince since I was young. If you need anything, just call for me. There aren’t any maids or servants around to attend to you.” “No need to attend to me. I can manage. I” Sophie wanted to say she wasn’t so delicate, but it felt unnecessary. Instead, she just smiled and said, “Thank you.” “Then I’ll leave you to it. Eat and get some rest.” Dylan turned to leave.
“Okay.” Sophie didn’t say much more, as she was indeed hungry. After finishing the flatbread and dried meat, she drank a few sips of hot water. The rations filled her stomach up.
She lifted the tent flap, and glanced outside. The campfire had mostly gone out, with only the main command tent still illuminated. She yawned, feeling utterly exhausted, and decided not to worry about anything else. Let them handle their discussions-she needed to sleep.
Due to her fatigue and the fact that Rafael trusted her words, she fell into a deep sleep. She had experienced rough outdoor conditions during her time in the Pathfinders Guild, so she wasn’t afraid of hardship. What puzzled her was how well Rafael seemed to know about the Pathfinders Guild and his apparent concern for her, despite their limited interactions when they were younger.
Over the next few days, Sophie didn’t see Rafael or her father’s old subordinates. She wasn’t restricted, and could still come and go. According to Dylan, Rafael had issued orders to start recruiting new soldiers after that night’s meeting.
The people of the Southern Frontier harbored intense hatred towards Sandoria. Sandoria had occupied their land, killed their people, stolen their possessions, and abducted their women. This enmity was deep and personal.
When the front-line commander announced the need for soldiers to attack llyrian and Simonton and reclaim the Southern Frontier, many fiery-hearted young men rushed to enlist.
Though trained in martial arts from a young age and having heard many battlefield stories from her father and brothers, Sophie had never participated in a battle herself. Despite reading numerous military texts and being familiar with documented major battles, her experience remained theoretical. She asked Dylan, “Has His Highness requested reinforcements from the court?”
“Yes, but we don’t know when the reinforcements or supplies will arrive. His Highness said we must first focus on recruiting soldiers.”
“How many have been recruited so far?” Sophie Inquired further.
“Four thousand,” Dylan answered without hesitation. As the daughter of the Duke of Northwatch, Sophie was clearly trusted. Her journey from the capital to the Southern Frontier in just five days was impressive, and not just anyone could attempt such a feat.
Sophie was stunned. In just three or four days, four thousand recruits had been gathered? At this rate, it seemed possible to recruit tens of thousands before the Westhaven reinforcement arrived. However, new recruits lacked battlefield experience, which could lead to heavy casualties.
As if sensing her concern, Dylan added, “The new soldiers have already started training, so all the officers are currently occupied.”
“Is there anything I can help with?” Sophie asked.
Dylan nodded quickly. “Yes, there is! A few people arrived early this morning, claiming to be looking for you. The marshal is still verifying their identities. You should go and see if they’re your friends.”
When Sophie heard this, she assumed her friends had arrived, and quickly said, “Lead me there.”
Dylan guided her to the rear. From a distance, she spotted several familiar figures.
Holding her Rose Spear, she leaped forward with her Lightfoot Skill and called out loudly, “Rod, Bun, Thia, Vivi!TM
The four of them looked up to see her soaring through the air. A young swordsman in green unsheathed his sword, and leaped up to meet her. They exchanged light blows midair.
The young man’s swordplay was swift as lightning, while Sophie wielded the Rose Spear with a ghostly grace. The red ribbons on the spear flared like scattered fireworks, leaving the soldiers dumbfounded by the incredible skills on display.
As they landed, the young swordsman in green snorted. “Your moves are slow.”
“Your swordsmanship has improved, Rod,” Sophie said, examining the young man with a bright smile.” And you’ve grown taller.”
Travis Mullen was the only male apprentice of Lunar Guild. Since his master only allowed him to practice swordsmanship with a staff or rod rather than real weapons, he earned the nickname Rod. He was a day younger than Sophie, so she could still act like the elder sister with him.
Bun, Cynthia, and Violet Spencer also gathered around, asking questions all at once.
“Sophie, I heard you got married. Is it true?”
“Your husband is a military general named Blake Jaffe, right?”
“Our masters didn’t let us leave the mountain, so we couldn’t find out any news about you. We went to Pathfinders Guild to inquire, but your master was as fierce as a demon.”
“Sophie, I can’t believe you’re married! How could you get married? How can you be a wife with your wild. and unruly nature?”
Bun was an apprentice of Crystal Bloom Guild. He had been chubby since childhood, and his round cheeks earned him the nickname Bun.
Cynthia was also from Crystal Bloom Guild, and she was very pretty. Her high ponytail was tied with a red silk ribbon, adding to her vibrant, wild charm.
Vivi was a junior apprentice of the Inferno Guild. Like Sophie, she hailed from a prestigious family-the Spencers of the south region, Ebonflow. She was doted on by a number of senior apprentices, and her family’s wealth was so vast that it was practically limitless. The entire Inferno Guild was supported by her family, making her the guild’s favorite.
Violet had a proud and aloof personality. She originally looked down on mingling with others, considering she was already highly favored within her own guild.
When Sophie was ten years old, she defeated Violet in a fierce fight, leaving the latter bloodied and bruised. Normally, this would have led to the entire Inferno Guild seeking revenge from the Pathfinders Guild.
However, when Violet’s master learned that a Pathfinders Guild apprentice had done this, he immediately ordered the gates to be closed to prevent Pathfinders Guild members from coming for retaliation.
Seeing her guild’s fear of the Pathfinders Guild, Violet was furious. She packed her bags and left Inferno. Guild, only to get lost in the mountains and encounter wild beasts. Fortunately, Sophie, who was training in the mountains, saved her.
Since then, they became friends.
Watching her friends chat excitedly like chattering birds, Sophie shouted, “Quiet down! This isn’t the time for such talk. They’re recruiting soldiers. Let’s sign up and fight Sandoria. We’ll leave no trace of them behind!”
To fight on the battlefield, one needed a legitimate status, even if it was just that of a lowly soldier.
Excited by the prospect of being able to fight, the four friends hurried towards the recruitment office. When the recruiting officer saw the girls arriving to enlist, he immediately raised his hand to send them away.
Violet leaped into the air with a cold snort, and cracked a large rock nearby with a whip strike..
Holding the whip, Violet coldly demanded, “To defend the nation, does it matter if one is a man or a woman? Just tell me, are you accepting recruits or not?”
The recruitment officers were stunned, and quickly nodded. “Yes, of course we’re accepting recruits!”
The recruitment was temporary, and they could return home once the war was over. With such accepted. One enemy’s head was just as good as another.
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