âHas that person⊠still not been identified?â
The Holy Sword Ha Yuri quietly spoke, the humiliating provocation from the previous day lingering in her mind. In her heart, she wanted nothing more than to enter beneath the castle walls and painfully end the life of the one who had uttered disrespectful words to her. However, for them, for the West, what mattered most was legitimacy and justification.
They fought for justice. They fought for humanity. There were no words more sacred than those that could package death in reverence. Humans sacrificed their lives for something greater than themselves. Even in the face of meaningless provocations, they had to ignore them for the sake of legitimacy and justification.
It was a situation where one couldnât simply rise or move just because they were angry.
âYes. I apologize. If you could give us a little more timeâŠâ
âThereâs no opportunity. The castle walls are excessively high, and the security is strict. If we send assassins, and they happen to fail one day⊠we might face public condemnation.â
Although Jung Wiyoung lowered his head, it was evident that the anger hadnât subsided. Ha Yuri, without even realizing it, filled her hand with magic and struck Wiyoungâs cheek. It was a simple outburst of frustration.
A sound resembling a slap echoed as Wiyoungâs head turned, blood pooling in his mouth. However, he only lowered his head further, not uttering a word.
âItâs been a day, and we still havenât found out anything. Do you think itâs acceptable? Find out quickly who that bastard is and where he lives! And among all these people, isnât there a single person capable of taking his life? Useless, incompetent bastards⊠People who canât do anything well⊠useless bastards!â
The guy who humiliated himself in front of everyone, cursing and shouting for Ha Yuri to take off her clothes or eat something disgusting, his face continued to haunt her thoughts. Unable to contain her rising anger, the Holy Sword unwittingly released magic in all directions. The impact was strong enough to send tents flying, but Wiyoung, right in front of her, also released magic to minimize the damage to the tents.
âThe guys we brought from the East are all bowing their heads. Thereâs no record of any activity. There was one guy who mentioned he saw something similar in the Somora, but⊠analyzing him as a mere soldier or a secretly trained spy is also⊠â
âDo you think it makes sense for a mere soldier to surpass the Queens of the East and the North and give a speech on the stage?â
Magic and divine power were involuntarily emanating from her. The analysis of being a mere soldier was absurd. Even if the incident in Somora had already spread to the East, what he knew was not the amount of information a common soldier would possess. It felt like he had just recited what he had memorized in his head. If you consider this, he undoubtedly had some understanding of their situation.
Perhaps he provoked her with a calculated plan. Trying to undermine the image of the Holy Sword was undoubtedly his goal.
âSacred prostitute! Sacred prostitute! Sacred prostitute!â
âI devoured them! You bastards! The entire continent knows! Eat this!â
These cries continued to resurface in her mind, making it impossible to contain her anger. Even when she tried to put them aside, her life force continued to emanate.
When she turned her head slightly, she saw a maid looking at her with an anxious expression.
âP-please spare usâŠâ
âP-please, we beg youâŠâ
Ha Yuri nonchalantly swung the Holy Sword.
Watching the maid crumble without a scream as blood sprayed, and seeing Wiyoung heave a sigh, it was evident that this was an unavoidable choice to cool down.
âYou should be careful with such mattersâŠâ
ââŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâ
When outside, one should refrain from such actions. It was clear that a mistake had been made. The thick smell of blood wafted up, but she didnât bother thinking about how to handle it.
After all, she believed that the man in front of her would take care of everything.
âShe was just a woman without any ointment. A woman who could die without consequences. A woman who roamed the city to the point of rotting. At least she had a moment of happiness, so itâs not a bad death, right?â
âIâm not talking about that. If someone else sees thisâŠâ
She spat out curses, and there was no response. Now, with a somewhat settled feeling, she felt a strange resentment that had come after the excitement had subsided. Ha Yuri opened her mouth to Wiyoung, who was looking at her with reproachful eyes.
For a moment, Wiyoungâs expression wrinkled, but Ha Yuri didnât bother paying attention. She knew this man loved her, confirmed through numerous experiences. Although he usually maintained a stoic expression, occasionally, when she caught his gaze, she could sense the eyes that wanted to protect her, worry about her, complex emotions â all signs of love.
Similar eyes to Choi Yeonghoon. Eyes that wanted to cherish her, worry for her, complicated expressions â all were evidence that they loved her. Even when the guy a while ago provoked her, he probably unintentionally threw a challenge.
âClearly, I told you to be careful.â
Ha Yuri didnât respond. She just found a comfortable position at the end of the bed, spreading her legs wide. Looking at Wiyoung slowly kneeling towards her, Ha Yuri started to feel a peculiar catharsis.
The sight of him worshipping and admiring her, this sight was something she couldnât resist.
Rather than physical pleasure, it felt like the pleasure of the mind arrived first. At the moment when the sharp excitement subsided a bit, a strange feeling of euphoria arrived. Seeing Wiyoung bury his face in her skirt, she felt a rush of pleasure beyond the physical, to the point that her body stood erect.
A strange sound escaped quickly.
As Wiyoung continued exploring her, driven more by a lack of enthusiasm than anything else, Ha Yuri uttered another word.
âLove me? Haa⊠I do. I love you too. So, so much.â
No response was heard. However, seeing him diligently exploring her, her body began to tremble little by little. Eventually, a light climax came.
Ha Yuri raised her head towards the sky, pressing Wiyoungâs head into her lap.
With suppressed moans echoing for a while, when Ha Yuri finally released the head she had been pressing down, Wiyoung immediately rose to his feet. Seeing him with such a content expression after the task was done strangely pleased her.
âGood job. Quickly gather information about that guy and report as soon as possible. Once this is all over, Iâll grant you at least one thing you desire. Sound good? Huh?â
It was a brief moment, but there was a sense of relief. This manâs demeanor made her feel good. It was like dirtying a pristine canvas. She anticipated waiting for three days with a slightly more comfortable mindset.
A feeling that the outside had become quite tumultuous crept in. Slowly rising to her feet, just in case it might be an attack, she couldnât help but notice that the situation was unexpectedly flowing in a different direction.
âI will survey the situation.â
Nodding, yet an unexplainable unease continued to spread.
âAll troops are not facing the castle wall!â
âI said all troops are not facing the castle wall!â
The raucous noises from outside made Ha Yuri unable to wait any longer, and she rushed out to check the castle wall. However, what reflected in her sight was none other than her own figure.
ââŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ..â
The moment she saw the guy parading naked along the castle wall, her expression contorted. Looking around, she noticed that the entire army, including the Holy Knights, was deliberately avoiding her gaze.
âSacred prostitute! Sacred prostitute!â
From atop the castle wall, the guys from the North and East continued to mock her with exact gestures and expressions.
âRidiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!â
âThatâs right! True!â
While the soldiers from the West were carefully avoiding her gaze, those from the South stood motionless, gazing at the castle wall. The successor, the so-called frog, was the same. The feeling of wanting to cut off his head right away overwhelmed her. Looking at him drooling, it became increasingly heated.
â I am your idol Ha Yuri!
Raising two fingers and striking a ridiculous pose, the guy continued to mockingly flaunt himself. To examine him more closely, Ha Yuri infused her vision with magic and began to sense a familiar magic surrounding him.
In a moment of realization, he seemed very similar to the guy she saw yesterday.
No, it was him. Upon closer inspection, there were some differences, but it was undoubtedly him.
Inside her mind, a burning sensation, to the point of wanting to cut off his head right away. Seeing him drooling, the heat intensified.
â Everyone, please look at me! Hehehe! This is the real face of Ha Yuri!
â âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ â
A peculiar silence continued to linger. Unintentionally infusing magic into the Holy Sword, when Ha Yuri felt her trembling hand, a comforting touch grasped it. It was Wiyoung, who had returned after examining the situation.
âI suggest leaving the control of the Holy Knights and Western forces to me. It would be better for you to go inside.â
âIdentify⊠his whereabouts⊠and when the battle starts⊠no matter what⊠do whatever it takes to bring him back here, alive.â
Ha Yuri nodded vaguely and entered the tent in a rage. To possess a unique ability that could alter oneâs bodyâshe had never heard of such a thing. It didnât seem highly formidable, but its utility was extraordinary. Without a doubt, the guy was raised in the East. War was not only awaited by them but by others as well.
Screaming, she smashed everything inside the makeshift tent, but naturally, her anger didnât dissipate.
She was on the verge of tearing him apart. No, she wanted to break down the castle walls right away, thrust her sword into his entire body, and make sure to bring him back here, alive, no matter what the cost.
Ha Yuri should be sacred. The Holy Sword Ha Yuri should be above all, always in a revered position. That he dared to present himself like that was an unforgivable act.
âIâll kill him. You bastard. Dog-like son of a bitch. Iâll personally kill you.â
Such pure rage toward a single human being was something she hadnât felt since the former commander, Choi Yeonghoon.
Everyone in the West adored her. Her ability to transform her body was an unknown power she possessed. It didnât seem highly useful, but it held tremendous potential. Without a doubt, that guy was the key. Waiting for war was not limited to them alone.
Shrieking, she smashed everything inside the makeshift tent, but naturally, her anger didnât dissipate.
âIâll kill him. Bastard. Dog-like son of a bitch. Iâll personally kill you.â
Such pure rage toward a single human being was something she hadnât felt since the former commander, Choi Yeonghoon.
Everyone in the West adored her. Her ability to transform her body was an unknown power she possessed. It didnât seem highly useful, but it held tremendous potential. Without a doubt, that guy was the key. Waiting for war was not limited to them alone.
Ha Yuri was sanctified. The Holy Sword Ha Yuri should be above all, always in a revered position. That he dared to present himself like that was an unforgivable act.
She began to calm herself while putting on her mask.
Thinking of the sweetness that would come later made her endure the current wrath. Ha Yuri walked out of the tent again with an indifferent expression, and she started talking to Wiyoung, who was looking at her with a worried expression.
âFor the upcoming battle, Iâll talk to the Southern King. PleaseâŠâ
âI understand. I will request a meeting.â
Until the guys below the castle walls were blown away, time was running out. Ha Yuri smiled, and Wiyoung lowered his head.