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“That’s not a problem. After we win the battle and return, you don’t need to deal with him. We’ll handle it for you,” Cynthia said.
Sophie opened her eyes, and smiled at Cynthia. “No need to wait for victory. They’ll be coming to the Southern Frontier soon. He’s the main general of the reinforcements. I’m thinking whether I should inform the marshal about my past with him.”
Violet pulled out a leather wine pouch from her bag, and took a swig. “You haven’t done anything wrong. so there’s no need to explain. They can come and handle it themselves.”
“Vivi, you have wine? That’s unfair! Why didn’t you share it?” Catching the scent of alcohol, Travis yanked aside the curtain and tried to grab the wine pouch from Violet’s hand. Violet tossed the pouch to Sophie, who grabbed it and leaped out of the tent.
With a loud thud, Sophie hit the ground outside, dropping the wine pouch. She clutched her nose with both hands, wincing in pain.
“Ouch… That hurt!”
What did she bump into, a wall made of iron and copper? Her nose was about to break!
A large hand picked up the fallen wine pouch.
The man twisted it open and sniffed the contents, and his eyes shone with delight. However, his words. were filled with anger.
“How dare you hoard fine wine in the military camp? This will be confiscated!”
With that, he turned and stormed off.
Sophie sat on the ground, rubbing her nose and blinked away tears. She could only vaguely see a tall figure darting back toward the command tent. “The marshal confiscated it,” Bun said, stunned. Then, he sighed deeply. “Even a sip would have been fine. Why make such a fuss? Now it’s gone.”
Violet didn’t expect Rafael to come by either, and chuckled. “Do you really think I just had one pouch when my bag is so huge?”
Bun and Travis hurried inside, singing Violet’s praises. Then, they quickly drank another pouch of wine that Violet had stashed away.
-It was refreshing!
The call to arms for the second battle sounded, and the ground shook with the pounding of iron hooves, as if the earth itself were being torn apart.
Rafael ordered that the focus of this battle be on injuring the enemy rather than killing.
Bun was puzzled. “If we can kill the enemy, why not? Injured enemies will just come back to fight once they recover.”
Sophie held the Rose Spear, and replied, “I got it.”
“What is it?” Bun asked.
Sophie explained, “On the battlefield, we follow the marshal’s orders, and mine as well. Injure the enemy’s limbs and tendons, or cut off their arms and legs. Only kill if absolutely necessary!” There was no time for more discussion; the fighting had begun!
With her distinctive Rose Spear, Sophie quickly became a target. Over a hundred enemy soldiers surrounded her.
Twenty-five long spears thrust at her simultaneously, but Sophie leapt into the air and vanished. The enemles, unable to adjust in time, ended up hitting their own comrades with their spears Sophie shouted, “Vivi, Snake Bind!”
Violet flew in over the circle of soldiers, her long whip moving like a swift serpent to snatch away all the long spears.
Then, she shouted, “Sophie, Goddess’s Petals!”
Sophie soared through the air with her spear in hand. She swung the Rose Spear with powerful, fluid motions, sending the spearheads flying into the enemy ranks. Each strike found its mark, piercing through enemy soldiers.
Sophie and Violet looked at each other. Their teamwork was perfect!
Surrounded by enemies targeting each of the five of them, they decided to consolidate their efforts, moving as one to disrupt the enemy’s strategy.
They fought back to back with seamless coordination-Bun with his knife, Travis with his sword, Cynthia with her hammer, and Violet with her whip. None of their strikes missed!
Sophie was relentless; each strike of her Rose Spear drew blood. Her attacks either severed tendons or shattered leg muscles, often ending with a final, fatal wound.
The sounds of battle filled the air around Ilyrian City-horns of attack, cries of agony, and the clash of swords echoed throughout the surrounding wilderness. The sky was thick with a red haze of blood, and the only things visible were weapons and gore.
Rafael kept adjusting tactics, advancing step by step. He joined the fight himself, wielding his golden blade with precision and effortlessly slicing through enemy limbs.
The objective of today’s battle was to inflict injuries rather than to kill. He didn’t use lethal force, not out of mercy, but because he knew that many wounded opponents would slow the enemy’s progress. With the limited number of medics, some soldiers needed to stay behind to care for the injured. No commander would ignore the welfare of his wounded, as it affects the troops’ morale.
The battle continued until dusk before the signal to ceasefire was finally given.
Rafael gave Sophie a thumbs-up. “You’ve earned another achievement!”
The cold had caused the enemy’s blood to congeal on Sophie’s face, forming a grim, bloody crust.
She wasn’t overly concerned with personal glory. Her sole focus was reclaiming the Southern Frontier and fulfilling her father’s wishes. With the fall of her family, she vowed to recover the Southern Frontier, even if she was the only one left.
Looking at her now, with her face stained and battered, Rafael remembered how she had looked when she first arrived.
Although her face was red and her skin had cracked from the cold wind, she looked strikingly beautiful.
Now, it was hard to say if she still resembled a woman.
Sophie’s hair was a tangled mess. It was stiff with dried blood from the battle, and there were strands clumped together in all directions. Even a bird’s nest looked better.
Her wooden armor was torn and stained with blood, and her face was a canvas of grime and mud. She hadn’t bathed or washed herself in many days, and even the beggars on the street would appear neater compared to her.
“Are you uncomfortable?” Rafael asked, recalling how vibrant and lively she had been each year when visiting the Pathfinders Guild.
She seemed like a completely different person now.
Sophie’s cracked lips parted to utter a single word. “Hungry!”
Rafael snorted. “Yes, we’re all hungry. Just bear with it.”
“I’m so exhausted!” Sophie replied weakly, “I’m so tired I can barely stand.”
“Sophie!” Rafael said sternly. “Do you realize that no general in Starhaven’s history has defeated so many enemies on their first battlefield? Not even your father You’ve done something remarkable. So, hold your head up high and walk out there with pride.”
Sophie straightened up, adopting a proud posture, even though she hobbled with a pained limp and used her Rose Spear as a makeshift cane. Then, she made her way out of the command tent.
Rafael followed her, smiling, but there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. He had watched her grow up, and had once thought…. Supplies of food had arrived from Tower City. Although it wasn’t much, it was enough to give the soldiers a good meal.
That evening, Rafael gathered the senior commanders for a meeting. Sophie, still leaning on her Rose Spear, limped into the tent. Inside, everyone looked at her with admiration. The Devin family’s female general was truly impressive!
Rafael called the commanders together to plan the next battle. He pushed a chess piece across the board, his eyes flashing coldly. “Next, we’ll be attacking the city!”