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The two combatants engaged in a fierce battle, utilizing every ounce of their strength. The enemy, despite being struck by her sword, managed to hold his ground against the princess. However, she channeled her fury into her lightning-infused strikes, delivering precise and deadly blows. It was as if her anger fueled her, enhancing the power of her attacks. The enemy made a grave mistake by suggesting she give up on the man who had been picking off her troops effortlessly. This princess had a genuine interest in him. While many consider bows ineffective against armored soldiers, this man proved otherwise. He skillfully found the smallest openings, such as the visor of a helmet, to eliminate his targets.

As she fought fiercely, she found herself being pushed back, struggling to hold her ground against the unexpected strength of her opponent. This was not what she had anticipated at all, based on the tales she had heard about the prince she was supposed to face. The stories spoke of his strategic brilliance and valor, but instead, she found herself facing a deadly princess. This adversary was far more formidable than she had ever imagined, and it took every ounce of her skill and determination just to keep up. However, defeating her would require breaking her own self-imposed restriction, using a move so lethal that she had vowed never to employ it against another human being.

As the princess was lost in her thoughts, a knight charged towards her, sensing the danger she was in. The knight's horse galloped with unmatched fervor, and without hesitation, they collided with the princess, sending her flying through the air and away from the battlefield. It was her loyal retainer who had come to her rescue, and the princess felt immense relief knowing that the lady she served was safe.

"Lady Eleonora, where has the prince you were supposed to confront vanished to? And who was that eccentric woman who gave you such a tough time? I must admit, this turn of events caught me completely off guard. Never did I imagine that someone could challenge a skilled warrior like yourself on equal footing." Eleonora chuckled, relieved that the princess would likely be unable to rejoin the battle for quite some time. After all, the impact of her strike and wherever she landed would surely result in injury, or at the very least, that would be the case for any ordinary individual.

She approached the individual who had essentially come to her aid, just as the furious princess was about to unleash her deadliest move. If it hadn't been for her rescuer, there was little doubt that Eleonora would have perished. "You know, Lym, that person you sent flying by colliding with her? Well, it turns out that was actually the supposed prince. We were completely misinformed about so many things. As it turns out, the prince we were meant to battle was actually a princess. And this princess seems to be deeply in love with the archer who has been decimating our soldiers without anyone being able to pinpoint his location."

Her retainer's face displayed sheer astonishment as she observed it. Undeterred, she resolved to divulge the insights gained from the recent skirmish with the princess. "To compound matters, I overheard that this princess is supposedly betrothed, and astonishingly, she claims that the archer we've been pursuing is destined to be the father of her offspring. Let me assure you, she was possessiveness personified. In a bid to secure the archer's surrender, I even proposed a deal to allow her and her troops safe passage, but this proposition seemed to trigger an uncontrollable rage within her, transforming her into a relentless berserker. It was solely due to your intervention that I escaped unscathed. Had it not been for your actions, I might have met my demise at her hands. And judging by her demeanor, I doubt she would have shed a single tear over it."

"She seems like an absolute beast, relieved that she's no longer in the midst of the battle. I dread the thought of facing her if she could hold her own against you and your formidable dragon gear weapon. However, my lady, we must rejoin our comrades on the battlefield. The fight is nearing its end, with the remaining soldiers of Brune either defeated or on the verge of defeat. We still have to track down the few soldiers lying in wait for us, but we'll handle them as we always do. So, come now, my lady, how are you holding up? You haven't sustained any serious injuries from your encounter with her, have you? What tactics did she employ that made her such a formidable opponent for you?"

Eleonora couldn't contain her laughter as she hopped onto the horse Lym had prepared for her. "Oh, the power behind her strikes was absolutely astonishing! It felt as though she wielded a sword forged from pure lightning, relentlessly trying to pummel me into oblivion. And let me tell you, Lym, she was a force to be reckoned with. It didn't help matters that she believed I had eyes for her future husband. Can you believe it? Bringing romance into the midst of our fierce battle! If that poor soul ever decides to end things with her, I genuinely fear for his well-being. She might just snap him in two!"

When Lim inquired about the reason behind Eleonora's thoughts, she began to elaborate on her initial request to her opponent. All she had asked was for her opponent to surrender one soldier from her army, specifically the troublesome archer. However, this seemingly innocent request triggered Eleonora's fury. It turned out that the person she was fighting against was none other than the princess herself, who had affectionately referred to the archer as her future husband and the father of her children.

Eleonora explained, "I proposed that in exchange for us leaving her and the rest of her army unharmed, she could simply hand over one individual. But this simple request escalated into an argument, with her accusing me of trying to steal her man. Let me tell you, if you hadn't intervened and knocked her off her horse, I wouldn't be standing here alive. She wasn't fighting to incapacitate or defeat me; she was fighting with the sole intention of killing me."

Lim couldn't help but express her sympathy for the unfortunate soul who had captured her romantic interest, considering her less-than-ideal attitude towards him. As Eleonora mounted the horse that Lim had provided, she found herself in agreement. However, the pressing matter at hand was to bring an end to the battle. They had already vanquished a significant number of Brune soldiers, including some officers, which would undoubtedly earn them favor with their king. Nevertheless, they still had to confront the archer who continued to mercilessly take the lives of their comrades. Additionally, they needed to remain vigilant and seek out any remaining Brune soldiers who might be lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to launch a surprise attack.

As they rode away from the area, Eleonora couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her and those around her with intense scrutiny. It wasn't one of her own people; it felt like the archer was the one fixated on her. She briefly entertained the thought of using her allure to distract him but quickly dismissed it. The archer's intentions were far from romantic; he had his sights set on her heart, and not in a loving way. This left her pondering why the princess was so infatuated with this individual. It didn't make sense to Eleonora. In an army, a single archer was nothing out of the ordinary. Her own unit boasted hundreds, if not thousands, of them. So what made this particular archer so incredibly special?

Tigre found himself in a predicament - he had no clue about the princess's whereabouts. However, what he did know was that most of the nobles who formed their forces had already fled the area. It seemed as though they had abandoned everyone else in order to save their own lives. Tigre couldn't help but suspect that Zion was the mastermind behind this sudden betrayal. It wouldn't be out of character for him to orchestrate such a scheme, especially if it meant eliminating a potential contender for the throne. Despite the fact that the princess had two sisters who could easily take her place, Tigre couldn't help but feel frustrated about his dwindling supply of arrows. He still had a few Seele Schneiders left, but the problem was that he was too far away from any place where he could replenish his stock of tools and materials. If any of his arrows broke or got lost, there was no way for him to retrieve or replace them.

With a single stroke of his quiver, the arrows emitted a soft sound, indicating their presence. As a skilled archer, he could discern that he still had at least six regular arrows at his disposal. However, the seele schniders, secured by hooks on his belt, gave a unique sensation against his leather armor, suggesting that he had four of them remaining for use. Regardless of the circumstances that led to his current predicament, he understood that his comrades were desperately trying to escape the battlefield. It was now his responsibility to buy them enough time to flee and inform the capital or request reinforcements. Scanning the battlefield, he spotted an enemy charging recklessly towards him, underestimating his abilities. The foe's arrogant proclamation of claiming victory over a Brune bastard abruptly ended when Tigre effortlessly released an arrow, piercing through the opponent's armor with such force that he was forcefully dismounted and crashed to the ground. Meanwhile, the horse, seemingly aware of the impending danger, galloped away in an attempt to avoid a similar fate.

"Oh no, I had my heart set on using that horse! Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk. My priority now is to ensure our team safely escapes this chaotic situation. It's baffling how we find ourselves in such a mess, especially when we outnumber the opposing force. It almost feels like this was all planned as if someone wanted none of us to survive. Perhaps some selfish individual aimed to benefit financially or gain political power at the cost of our lives." As Tigre spoke these words, he noticed that the enemy soldiers, or at least a significant group of them, were actively searching for their whereabouts. Determined to divert their attention, Tigre decided to draw the enemy towards himself, buying precious time for his comrades.

He took careful aim with his bow, targeting the pair of knights astride their armored horses. Whispers of a prayer to the wind goddess, Eris, escaped his lips as he released the arrow with unwavering precision. Yet, to his astonishment, the arrows merely shattered upon impact, leaving the knights unharmed. Swiftly, he retrieved his trusty seele schniders, unleashing their power upon the horses once more. This time, the steeds crumbled beneath the force, sending the riders tumbling to the ground. A woman, witnessing this extraordinary display, drew her dragon gear sword and harnessed the wind's might, soaring over the fallen horses. Sensing the danger, he let loose two arrows in her direction, only to have them effortlessly sliced apart by her blade. Left with no other recourse, he aimed a seele schnider at her horse, hoping to startle it. Yet, to his disbelief, the majestic creature remained unperturbed, its strength unyielding even in the face of imminent danger.

Upon witnessing her steed succumb to unconsciousness, she impulsively decided to dismount and confront the person responsible for attacking her and her soldiers. Gripping her blade tightly, she boldly approached the young man and confidently stated, "You are now defenseless. Surrender, and maybe I will show you mercy. Drop your bow." Tigre couldn't help but find it amusing how others saw him as defenseless once they got close. As she moved closer, Tigre recognized her as one of the formidable war maidens, fully aware of the danger her sword posed. However, undeterred by her threats, he grabbed the last of the seele schniders he had and skillfully wielded it, almost as if it were a short sword.

She was taken aback when he attempted to strike her, but the force behind his strike was astonishing, especially given the size of his sword. This made it clear to her that he was not as defenseless as she had initially thought. His exceptional archery skills were revealed when he easily shot down the horses. It was at that moment that Eleonora realized he was the very archer she had been searching for - the one responsible for the deaths of countless soldiers. It now made sense why a lone archer could achieve such devastation. However, what puzzled her even more was the fact that he not only carried a bow and quiver but also possessed a unique extendable black sword that she had never seen before. She couldn't be certain, but she believed she saw him shoot that sword like an arrow, knocking out the horses. If it wasn't for their exceptional strength, they would have been killed instantly. The power behind his strike against her dragon gear sword was a clear indication of his formidable abilities.

"Well, well, it seems like you're not as defenseless as I thought. This just means I can have even more fun with you. Let's see what you're capable of." With all her might, she launched an attack at him, wielding her sword with precision. She was confident that her strikes would have taken down anyone else, but he effortlessly parried and countered each blow, displaying the skills of a seasoned warrior. However, she was no pushover either. As the leader of her forces, she had earned her position for a reason, and she was determined to show this archer who truly led the soldiers he had mercilessly killed. The battle raged on, and just when she expected her soldiers to join the fray and support their leader, they instead formed a circle around them, merely observing the fight. To her dismay, they even made comments as if it were some kind of spectacle or exhibition match.

Tigre's frustration continued to mount as her attacks grew more powerful. The weariness from his arduous journey, the relentless pursuit of his adversaries, and the unexpected clash with the young woman had left him feeling sluggish and completely drained. He couldn't comprehend why he was suddenly so fatigued, especially when he should have been more than capable of triumphing over his opponent. However, there was something captivating about the sword the lady brandished. It bore a striking resemblance to the weapons wielded by the legendary war maidens of her homeland. And in that very moment, it struck him who exactly he was locked in combat with.

The sword seemed to be hindering his ability to breathe, so he made a conscious decision to refine his strikes and adopt a more controlled approach. Eleonora couldn't help but be impressed by his strategic thinking, surpassing even Lim, the renowned archer. It dawned on him that Arifar's every strike was literally stealing the air from his lungs, leaving him breathless. And the way he effortlessly switched fighting stances to conserve stamina was a skill unexpected from a mere footsoldier. The more Eleonora sparred with him, the more curious she became about his true identity. It was evident that the princess was willing to go to great lengths to keep this archer by her side. She understood his true value to the nation extended far beyond sentimental or romantic attachments. He was a warrior of immense worth, a true asset to her kingdom.

"You should relinquish and surrender, rest assured that you will be taken as a captive and no harm will come to you. I am Eleonora Viltaria, and now that I have introduced myself, I believe a gentleman like yourself would kindly reciprocate by revealing his name." Tigre saw this as an opportunity to catch his breath, as she had ceased her attacks. He decided to seize the moment, disregarding the fact that she was technically an enemy noble who was also correct in her manners. "If you promise to cease your pursuit of my fellow Brunish countrymen, I see no reason why I should decline your offer. It is important to ensure that my countrymen can safely reunite with their families. As for my name, I am Tigrevurmud Vorn, Lord of the Alsace territory."

Based on her understanding of the region's geography, she deduced that he was situated far from his own land. This indicated that he had been summoned to join the battle, as it was customary for nobles to heed their king's commands. This revelation not only made sense but also piqued her curiosity about the extent of his territory. It seemed likely that his domain was either remarkably expansive or held great significance for Brune's economy. Otherwise, the princess's initial interest in him would have been solely based on his abilities, which only served to deepen her fascination.

Tigre found himself in a dire situation when he was unexpectedly taken hostage. In that moment, a memory flashed through his mind - a conversation with his friend during their intense training sessions. It dawned on him that this was exactly what his friend had warned him about, the very reason why his training had been so rigorous. If he ever managed to reunite with his friend, Tigre vowed to express his gratitude for the invaluable help, even in this perilous predicament. To his astonishment, Leonora kept her promise and her forces withdrew from the battlefield without causing harm to any of the Brune soldiers, not even during their journey back to their base in the small city.

The city, though not particularly large, was a hub for Eleonora's forces. It served as a place where they could acquire the necessary supplies, receive medical care, and even support small businesses that contributed to the soldiers' needs. Zchet, however, was not known for its generosity towards the military. The king made it clear that war maidens had to earn their position and authority through merit if they desired to be treated as nobles. Many of these war maidens possessed dragon gear weapons, which granted them special abilities or enhanced their natural talents. These weapons were often passed down from mother to daughter, forming a long lineage of wielders. Some war maidens, however, earned these weapons as rewards for their noble deeds for the royal family.

In the depths of long-forgotten tombs and crypts, there were rare instances where individuals stumbled upon the legendary dragon gear weapons. Those fortunate enough to discover them were overjoyed, as these weapons held immense value. However, it was disheartening to realize that the dragon gear, known to Zhcted and everyone else, was primarily designed for warfare and even assassinations. As soon as women began wielding these weapons, fierce and brutal competition emerged among them. Despite their best efforts, these weapons proved indestructible. Thus, these fierce ladies resorted to fighting one another, aiming to claim the dragon gear weapons from their fallen adversaries. The King despised this concept so intensely that he outlawed their battles, permitting fights only if authorized by him.

In various nations, there circulated a well-known jest about the king's motive behind enacting that law. Contrary to popular belief, the king's decision was not solely driven by humanitarian concerns. Rather, it stemmed from the fact that women who possessed the ability to connect with the sentient dragon gear weapons were widely regarded as some of the most breathtakingly beautiful individuals ever encountered by men. While it is true that the king aimed to prevent these women from engaging in lethal conflicts over trivial disputes or disagreements, his underlying intention was also to safeguard their lives, knowing that their demise could have been effortlessly averted.

In the land of Zhcted, there were only forty-eight of these incredible dragon gear weapons in existence. What made them even more intriguing was their undeniable connection to women, as twelve lucky ladies were chosen every few years to wield them. Some believed it was the weapons themselves that had a say in this selection, while others saw it as a twist of fate. There were also whispers about Roland, the esteemed leader of the Navarre Knights, possessing a sword that was also a dragon gear, but one that exclusively favored the strong. However, it was widely known that this sword had been bestowed upon Roland by the king himself, indicating that it was no mere coincidence. While the king had gifted him an extraordinary weapon, it was clear that Roland would only keep it as long as he dedicated his life to protecting Brune and its people. Roland often confided in Tigre, his trusted companion, about the uncanny resemblance between his family's revered bow and his sword. This bow, known as the black bow, had been passed down through generations of the Vorn Family, and its exclusivity was such that no outsider could even touch it. Despite this, many of the family heads chose not to utilize the bow at all.

Tigre had fully anticipated being thrown into a gloomy cell within the depths of the base dungeon, awaiting the outrageous demands of his captors as a ransom. However, to his surprise, he found himself placed in a remarkably pleasant and cozy room. The room was lavishly furnished, providing the utmost comfort and catering to every possible need one could have. The bathroom and bathing areas were communal, and mostly utilized by the troops. Interestingly, many of the troops resided in homes outside the base, allowing them to live with their loved ones. Tigre often boasted about his uncanny ability to doze off in any given situation, and this talent was proven true as Lim struggled to wake him up. Eleonora had summoned him to discuss the terms of his release and the payment his territory would have to make. Everything had to be meticulously outlined in a strict and mutually agreed-upon contract.

Lim was struggling to wake up the young man she was supposed to escort to meet the lady she served. No matter what she tried, nothing seemed to work. Clapping, yelling, and even attempting to move him had no effect. Frustrated and out of ideas, Lim decided to take a reckless and somewhat insane approach. She grabbed her sword and attempted to shove it down his throat, or at least that was her intention.

To Tigre's surprise, he woke up to find a sword in his mouth. Clearly, he had just escaped from a rather unpleasant nightmare. As Lim removed the blade, Tigre remarked that he had never been woken up in such a unique way before. Blushing, Lim admitted that it was her first time doing something like that.

Ignoring the strange situation, Lim reminded Tigre that the lady she served had summoned him. She couldn't understand how he could sleep so peacefully when he was supposed to be a captive. Tigre jokingly replied that it was one of his special abilities.

Tigre couldn't delay it any longer, so he decided to spruce himself up and followed Lim to the room that Eleonora used as her personal space and office. Eleonora didn't comment much on Tigre's appearance; it was no secret to her and her family that some men valued functionality and practicality over fashion, and Tigre clearly lacked any sense of style. As they approached Eleonora's desk, where she was still engrossed in paperwork, Lim informed her that the captive had been brought as requested. Eleonora smiled and thanked Lim, saying, "Thank you, Lin. Tigrevrumud Vorn, I'm here to inform you that your ransom is three times the annual domestic product of your territory or an equivalent value. You will have fifty days for your people to pay this amount, or else you will become my possession. I swear this upon Radegast, the god of fame and contracts. Do you have anything to say in opposition to this?"

Tigre voiced her concern regarding the exorbitant amount, stressing that if she had to pay such a hefty sum, she should be granted a longer timeframe, maybe two months, to either settle the payment or propose an alternative of equal value. Tigre was well aware that this was a deliberate ploy to make it exceedingly challenging for her to fulfill the payment, ultimately forcing her into servitude. "Alright then, I consent to the extension of two months. Nevertheless, it won't make a difference because, in the end, I will find a way to obtain what I desire the most," Eleonora calmly declared. She couldn't help but remark that it would have been much easier to simply eliminate him.