V2 Chapter 120

"No matter who attack, we will have to face a scary troop of at least ten higher than Marquis-level experts!", suddenly a murderous look emerged on Cian’s face, "Well, with their abilities, if we forcefully take them on, whether or not intentionally, it was for sure that we would have a hard time! So, at that time, you must listen to me! Don't act on your own accord, and more importantly, don't take risks! I know what I am doing and will ensure they suffer huge losses!"

Sibylla immediately acknowledged his words but worriedly asked, "Since you have the confidence, why didn't you choose to attack them in the night? You have already known of them beforehand, right? With the help of the night sky, wouldn't it be easier?"

Cian laughed sneakily and said, "This is why you are an amateur. With so much snow covering the entire mountain, how different is our ability to see in the day and night? Erasing tracks in this kind of circumstances, even me would have a hard time succeeding. And besides, they are not amateurs and cannon fodders. They should be warriors and elites from the military and so their skills are definitely nowhere beneath ours! In fact, most might even stronger than me. That stupid dog might be an idiot, but he is not a thorough idiot. The one he sent to chase us is not some appetizers either, to not cut any corners. For someone like them, their perception and senses are extremely sensitive. Therefore, acting at night has a higher chance of failure! In fact, at night it might be worse for us; they will be warier at night! It will be tougher to attack them!”

"Your words have a reason",

Understanding Cian’s words, Sibylla nodded quietly.

Cian continued, bursting out in laughter and said, "Furthermore, they are so afraid that we will just slip through them so after finding such a location, won't they monitor it closely? The wind and snow are so harsh last night. There was even a blizzard. It should have tormented them quite a bit. That's good; we are giving them an opportunity to toughen up! Honestly, I want to stay here for a few more days then go over. It is quite comfortable here with you,”

“Too bad, our schedule would not allow that, would it?” Sibylla grinned.

Although she too wanted to spend time with Cian much longer, in fact, she even wished time would just stop as they play. However, too bad, there are things that still needed Cian’s much attention more than her.

“Not really…nothing’s more important than you,” Cian said lovingly.

Sibylla felt moved and her heart feels sweet. However, she knows that Cian was just saying this because he had to.

Truth is, things are quite hectic since he only has a month left. Although she doesn’t know why he was so stubborn about going into the human world, which she didn’t share the drive with; he would surely be disappointed if he can’t go. And Sibylla didn’t want such disappointment occurring to him.

… …

In a certain room inside a certain Mansion located in the Imperial Capital of the Haaravar Empire…

Walking with a straight figure amidst the dark corridor was a young woman—with a slender blue sword hanging at her left waist. When the figure passed through the darkness and walked into the moonlight rays, there appeared the figure’s bewitchingly charming face and accompanying this with light white armor she was wearing—she seemed to have a unique flavor.

Despite wearing an art-like white armor on her body, one could still see the magnificent figure was hidden behind those clothes—slender waist and plentiful breast made any on-looking men swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Clank! She twisted the knob on the door of her room and entered—looking at the dim, gloomy room awaiting her, the figure could only smile bitterly.

Every day, always the same routine—ever since she got back, being able to miraculously escape from the Demon’s capture, she thought everything would change—at least, something would. But to her disappointment, nothing.

She had always wanted to come back, right here—free, and regain her power over everyone else. But to her regrets, she didn’t find incredible now. In fact, instead, she wanted to leave and run back to the Demon’s hand, and never wanted to come back into this depressing place again.

‘You’re back, it’s good that you’re okay.’

‘The Demons didn’t do anything to you, did they?’

—Such words would have been enough for a greeting of her successful return. But not one; not her mighty father, nor her submissive mother, no one had told her anything, showing any care to her when she returned a few months ago.

Although she had already expected it, that no matter what happens to her, as long as she was alive and back, they would not show any concern. But still—damn it hurts.

Sighing helplessly, the female knight could only shake her head. It would have been fine if I didn’t return… at least in that place, I had someone that truly cared for me.

Truthfully, she really couldn’t understand. Why… why did this happen? Why did she fell…?

The more she thought about it, the more she failed to understand. That youth was filled with mystery, like a black hole that sucked in all of her attention, filling her head with thoughts of him when she was daydreaming.

One by one, unforgettable scenes filled the young woman’s mind, and her expressions grew even more vivid.

Sometimes gloomy, sometimes delighted, sometimes deep in thought, sometimes curious…

She knows that this was a betrayal… the worst betrayal a human being could do to her race, to her country…to her people.

However, she couldn’t do anything.

She found happiness and solace in an enemy’s arms.

Before she was a Knight, she was also a woman—

Strong and tough they might appear, their hearts and mind were as fragile as glass. In fact, the tougher and colder one looks outside, the weaker women are inside them. They might act tough and indifferent but actually, they are looking for someone to rely on.

And in this kind of state, whether a prince charming from legends or the demon from the deepest hell would appear and lend a shoulder, they would surely fell easily…and hardly.

And she was not an exception…

Cian…

She called him in the heart.

Then she felt bewitched.

She was even a bit regretful.

Does it make me happier to be a dominant figure who commands a formidable army, and be praised and idolized by many people or to be a mere ordinary woman, or servant beside of her beloved man?

Between the two entirely different options which were not comparable, none of the average people would choose the latter. However, she, the powerful Sword Saint who was admired by many people and even worshipped as a figure of victory actually felt hesitating, struggling, and lost.

She even regretted that her true heart had woken up too early!

In other words, deep down her heart, she preferred the former option!

She was a Sword Saint, a Knight that protects her people from evil. It was her duty, her obligation. And besides, it was unimaginable for the woman to take the latter option. Just because of some wicked Demons, that were described as evil and wicked in the History of the world. The ugly and ordinary servant had an absolutely different personality from the youngest Sword Saint in the Continent.

However, even though it was unexpected, it was unreasonable to take that option!

Due to her strict training and practice, one can even say that she had been through a miserable childhood. When she was a child, she met her private master. After that, she had been rising smoothly for a long time. However, she was the only person in the world who knew exactly how difficult it was to become what she was. She had nearly died for many times.

A man in the pursuit of power and excellence would have to risk his life, let alone a woman.

She had been through so much to reach a position upon the clouds. In her memory, she only remembered herself laughing when she was praised by her master… That aside, she didn't have much memory of any other joyful matter.

At that time, she felt satisfied when she was praised because it felt as if her existence has been acknowledged by someone.

In her entire life, what she lacked the most was care.

Even when she was with her master, she couldn't feel care from her master. Her master had high expectations for her, so her master never gave her even a smile, only treated her in a pretty strict way. Training, training, and training…

Battle, and fighting till she felt as if she was going to die.

Although she understood her master's expectations, she still felt regret and was pushed in a setback!

If she had to talk about the happiest days of her life, she would say the time when she was captured by her hateful enemy.

It was a short period of time, and she was severely injured. She was entirely much worse than whom she used to be. However, in those days, following the Demon Prince, which should have been a miserable and horrifying experience, but during this time, she could laugh as loudly as she wanted, and enjoy the meticulous caring.

She was loved.

The Demon Prince clearly remembered what flavor she liked. What stories she loved hearing, what drinks she want to drink when she is thirsty and hear what she wanted to hear when she’s down, or in doubt.

He never treated her as a maid, as an enemy, as a stranger… but as his… sister, his woman.

The Youngest Sword Saint hailed as such, but deep in her heart, she missed the sweet taste in the memory more and more every night after she dreamed about it.

After she left that place, after she left that man, she actually lost that sweet feeling.

“Cian…”

The figure muttered as she pulled out a piece of cloth that looks like a scarf from her waist and placed it in front of her nose—with a deep breath, she started sniffing the cloth on her hand as her face turned rosier.

If anyone saw what she was doing, they would surely faint in shock, not willing to believe that the well-known and prestigious Sword Saint would do something so obscene. However, the figure didn’t seem to care as she lay on the bed and continued sniffing the familiar smell coming from the scarf.

If Cian saw this beautiful young woman and what she was doing, he would surely be shocked as well. This pretty young woman was none other than Ezra Redhawk—the youngest Sword Saint in the Continent.

However, her name was known to everybody in the Continent. It wasn’t just the army of the Stormfury Demon Empire. It was every single army in the Continent. She was known as the youngest Sword Saint and Princess of Swift Wind, Ezra Redhawk. Her name alone could make many demon soldiers tremble involuntarily. They called her a rare genius in the military field and swordmaster who was the first of her kind in the history of the Continent.

But now, such prestigious legend was doing something extremely obscene, all while thinking of the foreign enemy prince she had met, and now desired.

Ezra moaned with a flushed expression as she continued to sniff the scarf that Cian had given her when she left the Demon City. Every night, when she was lonely and longing for him, she would start sniffing his scent that was left from the scarf that he gave her.

At first, she was hesitant and even freak out when she first did it. However, the loneliness and longing for him made her do it again. And before she knew it, she became addicted—the only thing that made her sad was that the smell of him left in the scarf was almost dissipated. And her, she had never dared wash it, or even soak it with water. Still, the scent she was longing was already almost gone.

Ah… Master’s scent…!

Cian’s smell… I know that I shouldn’t do this but… but…!!

And now, she seemed to have become addicted to this kind of night activity she can’t help but do it... every night. This is the only way she could think of to endure. Her breathing was getting heavier and her legs were tightly clamped together. As Ezra was going further—at first, she gently placed the warmth of her hands at the apex of her inner thighs. She wasn’t particularly aroused yet, but closer—her free hand going down towards her forbidden cave.

However, when she was about to start her nightly ritual, suddenly her senses caught a sting and she hurriedly stood up, her expression turned solemn. Her aura turned fierce—

As she was wondering on who has the guts to trespass the Mansion of the Archduke of the Haaravar Empire and was even capable of slipping through the guards without a problem, Ezra’s eyes narrowed—a shadow mist congealed at the corner of the room, turning into a black figure.

The black figure kneeled on one knee and then made some gesture before ending with a fist on the left chest. Seeing the gesture, Ezra’s tight expression softened; “What is it? Don’t you think about coming at night, is quite rude?” Ezra muttered; feeling annoyed due to the fact that her nightly routine was cut off. And most of all was almost seen by others.

“Forgive this lowly servant, young miss… an urgent letter had arrived.”

While saying that, the black figure took out a brown envelope, offering it towards Ezra.

Ezra’s eyes snapped awake—letter, if it’s urgent then it must be his…!

Fighting the urge to smile, Ezra’s figure flashed and appeared in front of the black figure. She then took it, “You can go now,” while saying that, she turned around and hastily sliced the upper envelope with her wind ability and took out the letter within.

“Dear ….

I am so glad to inform you that I have missed you so much, my heart felt like being squeezed by the thoughts of you and the memories stored in my brain. How are you, this should be the first question I should ask, but I didn’t because I know that you are alright. I just hope that you even spare time of missing me in your busy schedule,”

Reading the first paragraph, Ezra’s face turned red but her lips were arching into a beautiful smile. She slowly walked towards the bed and sat at the edge, already ignoring the fact that the black figure had already disappeared. But she didn’t care as her entire attention was on the letter—

A Love Letter so to speak~

“Since you left, you brought with you my heart, which I have been constantly depressed about. My happiness is to be near you. Incessantly I live over in my memory your caresses, your tears, your affectionate solicitude. The charms of the incomparable Princess of Wind kindle continually a burning and a glowing flame in my heart. You’re so different from anyone I’ve before. You’re lovable, you’re sweet. You’re so marvelous, darling, that I‘ll never forget the first time that I held our hand. The scent of your being that excite me—”

Ezra’s smile couldn’t leave her face as she continued to read the letter from her long distant lover. Her heart started beating so wild, it felt as if there was a deer within, dancing. She laughed, she giggled, she pouted—various kinds of emotions appeared on her face, which was quite unexpected for someone like her who always wore an indifferent and callous expression.

Half of the letter was a sickening full of love, which Ezra extremely liked to read over and over again. The rest of the letter was information and some news the organization gathered, while there were also orders in the form of request.

… Of course, Ezra was happy to oblige.