“Regardless, she’s a messenger. You have to let her go.”

“Ha! Ridiculous.”

“Sir Jenas. Jan Eugene is a duke of Brantia. His messenger is likely to be an elven noble of Brantia. If you aren’t careful, you could—”

“Fuck! Brantia or not, I don’t care. I’ll need to enjoy myself and cut that bitch’s head right now,” Jenas interrupted Jevin’s words and turned toward his men before shouting, “Hey! Pull that long-eared bitch off her horse!”

“What? B-but…” However, his subordinates hesitated. They had performed all kinds of dirty and cruel things ever since they became mercenaries. It wasn’t as if they suddenly felt conscious of their actions. However, they were still quite vulnerable to mysteries and superstition. Jenas’ men felt quite uneasy about the female elf, who was still looking down at them with calm eyes. In any case, elves were closely related to spirits, right?

They knew far too many stories about how recklessly messing with a spirit led others and their families to demise. They were afraid of inciting the wrath of a mystical being and being cursed by it.

“Huh? You punks! Stop dawdling! Pull that bitch down from her horse right now and take off her armor!” Jenas screamed.

“Yes, yes!” Eventually, several of his subordinates unsheathed their weapons and slowly approached Princess Lilisain and her escorting knights.

Shing.

Princess Lilisain pressed down on her helmet and unsheathed a longsword of Eland’s royal ...