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Warning; this chapter will contain a graphic torture scene, blood, gore, mentions of rape, sexual abuse, misogynistic slurs, and strong language!
Reader's discretion is advised!
"Slavery is the ultimate evil. For it is based on a denial of the dignity of the human soul." -Arthur Bryant
Chapter 7
Death of a Corrupt Cur
Flashback- Three Years Ago:
On the continent of Ken, a beautiful garden was displayed in a great castle.
A girl with pink hair stood in the lovely garden, wearing a tiny, semi-revealing white dress and a golden tiara. Contrary to what her revealing attire might suggest, she defied the assumptions many would make about her.
A shy yet warm-hearted girl desires the best for her community out of compassion for others. She consistently prioritizes others over herself, setting aside her struggles to assist those in need.
She fondly recalled her visits to the orphanage within her realm, where she would play with the children in a few fun games and share tales from her books about a brave knight rescuing a fair princess from a fearsome dragon.
Not only that but she was one in real life. A princess, you may ask her.
Prim Fiorire was not just any princess; she was the esteemed Princess of the Second Fortress, Ur. She was also the cherished cousin of the valiant Shield Princess Knight Alicia Arcturus, the Princess of the First Fortress, Feoh.
She continued to stare at the flowers growing in her garden as the Princess of Ur marveled in disbelief.
Wow, they were getting bigger each day! The more she watered the flowers, the more beautiful her garden became.
She was eager to show it to Alicia. Prim recalled the days of her youth when she and Alicia would wander the local garden in her kingdom. The garden in Feoh remained etched in her memory; she could never erase the luminous ambiance, which was reminiscent of a fairytale from one of her childhood books.
"These flowers are getting pretty each day. Goddess Celestine, it looks like you were right about them." Prim commented positively on the flowers, knowing her Goddess was right once again.
Goddess Celestine and her valiant bodyguard, Lady Claudia, would take pride in their floral endeavors. Prim longed for Lady Levantine's presence as well; she cherished her motherly demeanor, which nearly matched the Goddess's own in its warmth and care.
She was the nearest semblance of a mother figure to Prim, whose birth mother had passed away when she was just a toddler. Prim understood the necessity of strength; as a Princess Knight akin to her cherished cousin, she was aware that she must conceal her pain, surmounting it through sheer mental fortitude.
Even so, Prim was becoming a big girl. She knew she could take care of herself. Of course, it was all in the act of growing up.
At least she wished her dear cousin, Alicia, would understand that. Prim let out a sigh, fully aware of her cousin's tendency to be overprotective at times. She recollects the times when Alicia would baby her, treating her like a fragile child—more like a motherly chicken hen would look at a petite chick. In fact, she would get too overprotective a few times.
Nevertheless, Prim knew Alicia did it from the kindness of her heart. She was her family, after all. Prim, however, did wish that Alicia would start to treat her like a grown-up; she was a Princess Knight or at least about to be one.
One day. One day, she would prove to Alicia that she was capable of taking care of herself. She swore it before she would become Queen one day.
In the meantime, she would continue to attend to her garden.
Prim decided to pat herself on the back for her excellent work and best effort in taking good care of her garden. The flowers were growing beautiful each day; she knew she did her job right. She did wonder if there was any magic that would make the flowers grow faster.
Perhaps the next time she sees her, she'll ask Lady Kaguya since she is an expert in all types of magic.
As Prim continued to look at the beautiful flowers, she heard a gruff voice call out to her.
"Look, brother, look who it is!" cried a male voice out of happiness.
Huh? Who could that be?
Wait a minute! She knew that voice. Prim suddenly beamed, and a bright smile erupted on her face as she turned to face the person calling her.
"Conti! Ponti!" Prim said happily as she went over to greet her two childhood friends.
"Little Prim! How are you?" Conti politely greeted the pink-haired Princess, and both Mortadella Brothers returned the hug.
Prim faced both brothers, her bright smile still evident. "I'm doing wonderful, Conti! How are you, Ponti?"
"Doing good, Little Prim. We're just happy to see you," answered Ponti, who bowed in a gentlemanly manner.
Prim couldn't help but giggle at their enthusiasm.
"What are you doing, Little Prim?" Ponti asked curiously.
"Oh, I'm just looking at some flowers in my garden. Do you two wanna see for yourselves?" Prim inquired.
"Sure, anything for you, my little lady," Conti said, doing a gentleman's pose. Prim placed her right hand over her lips to hide the blush, giggling once again.
Yep, those were her two friends.
The first encounter with the Mortadella Brothers would always remain etched in her memory. Initially appointed as her royal guards during her adolescence, their relationship blossomed into genuine friendship through the hours spent together. Aside from her cousin Alicia, they became the sole companions with whom Prim chose to share her time.
"Where is Lady Alicia, Little Prim?" Conti asked, wondering where the pink-haired Princess' cousin was.
Prim turned his attention to face Conti to answer his question with a semi-smile on her face. "Oh, Alicia is in a meeting with her father in Feoh. She has been busy with her duty as a Shield Knight, after all."
Conti nodded his head, understanding what the timid Princess meant by that. "That's nice, Little Prim. If you do see her, tell her that Conti and Ponti say hi."
Prim nodded, agreeing with both of the Mortadella Brothers. "Of course, Alicia does trust you to take care of me. Same with my father and uncle to give their regards and place their faith in you."
Both of the Mortadella Brothers nodded in agreement before Conti spoke up. "We know, Little Prim. That's why we're with you for the rest of our time. We will protect you from anything that dares threaten you." Conti begins to ensure the sad, pink-haired princess.
"Right, brother?" Conti asked his brother.
Ponti nodded in reassurance. "Right, brother! We're always going to protect you, Little Prim! No matter what happens, we will always be friends." He promised as Prim suddenly gained a big smile on her expression.
"I know." Prim happily conveyed. "That's why I trust you to take care of me when my father and cousin are not around."
Prim then displayed a look of sadness, wishing that Alicia could be with her at this moment.
Prim spoke out of sorrow. "I just wish Alicia wasn't busy with her work. I just want to spend time with her, like we used to when we were children." she lamented further.
Conti and Ponti both observed their friend's somber expression and set out to lift her spirits. "Don't worry, Little Prim, we are always going to be here for you. We promised from our heart, my little lady!" Conti promised, with Ponti agreeing with him in the process. Prim was silent for a few seconds as she thought about it. Conti and Ponti were pretty much family to her, but she wanted to make sure, hoping they would be there for her at all costs. She looked up with an expression of curiosity as the princess of Ur faced them to ask a meaningful question.
"Will you take care of me, of course?" Prim asked from the bottom of her heart.
Both of the Mortadella Brothers took a second, thinking about that choice, before nodding profusely. "Of course, Little Prim! Brother, and I won't let anything bad happen to you! We promised!" Conti ensured, while his brother, Ponti, agreed with him.
Prim smiled, knowing she was in good hands.
"Thank you." Prim began to show gratitude to her childhood friends as Conti and Ponti delivered a meaningful smile at the pink-haired Princess.
Once Prim had finished her sentence, she then invited Conti and Ponti over for some tea in the garden; they began to talk about the beautiful flowers in her garden and discuss how one's day had been.
This has been nothing but joy to the Princess of Ur. It made the Princess feel like she had more in this world than she initially thought.
It was a wholesome friendship, and Prim couldn't have had it any other way.
She was confident that she was in safe hands with Conti and Ponti. With her childhood friends and family by her side, she felt that nothing could go awry.
She knew what was best for her.
Nothing will ever change that.
Present Time:
There they were.
The former Sith Lord stared at the two pig brothers, the mask hiding the disgust and anger on Vader's face.
Vader continued to walk until he reached where the two brothers were. His lightsaber was still enabled, knowing this wouldn't take too long.
One of the pig brothers, who had a small, sharp weapon in it, began to point at the masked Force-User, then pointed the sharp tip of the small blade at the pink-haired Princess' throat.
"Stay back, human! Or I will kill this little harlot!" The Gamorran look-alike threatened.
Before the Pig brothers could even get a chance to move, a sudden sensation caused both of them to clutch both of their throats, almost choking themselves, courtesy of one of Vader's traditional abilities.
"Brother!" Ponti shouted before his hand began to be manipulated as the other Pig brother began to choke himself, letting go of the dagger as it fell on the ground.
" Khooh Phuur."
" So from what I can speculate, you two are The Mortadella Brothers," Vader spoke, his voice still laced with unmistakable malice. "I'm not surprised due to your repugnant descriptions that belong to Gamorrans." he mocked.
"Wh-Who are you, human?!" one of the Pig Brothers questioned, struggling to speak due to their throats nearly being crushed by Vader's Force Choke technique.
"I am the one responsible for murdering the Prime Minister," Vader proclaimed with pride, his voice carrying a baneful tone.
"Im-Impossible!" exclaimed the other Pig brother. "The Prime Minister was alive when my brother and I last saw him!" He kept shouting, convinced that it was all just a twisted joke.
"I have killed him, and you two will meet the same end," declared Vader.
The former Dark Lord of the Sith was acutely conscious of his power. His most formidable weapon was the ability to instill fear in his adversaries, and Vader recognized the necessity for an even more striking display. Although he could quickly terminate their existence with a Force Choke, Vader sought to assert his supremacy through more inventive means. He possessed a precise understanding of how to invoke terror in the hearts of many.
At last, Vader took action.
"You will not have arms," Vader's voice dripped with venom as he spoke, his crimson saber slicing through the air to sever both of the Pig brothers' arms. The brother's scream of pain echoed through the room, a testament to the former Sith Apprentice's ruthless power.
"CONTI!" The other Pig brother screamed in great concern.
"You will not have eyes." Vader shifted his focus to the other Pig Brother. With a swift and decisive motion, he used the Force to crush both of the second Pig brother's eyes, causing him to scream in agony.
"PONTI!" his other brother with severed arms cried out.
The other Mortadella Brother began to scream in agony, blood streaming from his crushed eyes as his body writhed on the dungeon floor.
"Why… Why human? Why are you doing this?!" questioned the Mortadella Brother Conti.
Vader didn't say anything. Why would he choose to speak to scum?
Instead of giving the Pig Brother a vocal answer, Vader instead decided what was necessary on this occasion.
Abruptly grabbing one of the Pig brothers by the throat, courtesy of The Force, Vader brought the saber close to his throat as the Pig Brother had a hard struggle attempting to break free but to no avail; even without the arms Vader had severed off from the Mortadella Brother not too long ago, he didn't need the arms to use a Force Choke on this disgusting being.
Vader was prepared to mark his execution on this revolting creature.
Clutching his left hand, Vader began to crush the bones from inside the humanoid pig's back. The ex-apprentice of Palpatine could hear the sounds of the bones being crushed, as well as the screams coming from the Mortadella Brother.
"Brother!" cried out the Mortadella Brother, who was still blind because both of his eyes had been crushed.
Conti screamed in pain; the pain was excruciating as he felt his back being open. He could feel the ribs inside his cage being ripped apart.
Bones were starting to poke through his back, and the back of his body was beginning to open, revealing entrails, and the disemboweled organs were beginning to show from behind.
Conti began to cry; the tears would stop as he could feel the blood sputtering from his mouth as his body began to twitch uncontrollably; his legs were scurrying due to the immense pain of the execution.
"Pl-Please… St…Stop, human…" Conti begged for mercy.
Begging? Did they choose to beg at a time like this?
Vader turned his attention to the pink-haired Princess, who was watching in silence as always.
From beneath his mask, the former Dark Lord of the Sith could make out purple bruises over her neck to both of her shoulders; there was blood underneath her pink dress, which Vader didn't need to know where the blood came from.
Her eyes appeared dead, almost as if the timid girl had seemed empty of emotion. Vader didn't need to mind-read her mental state; just by looking at her current state, he already knew what was going on at the moment.
"Tell me," Vader finally said. "What did the Princess tell you? Did she tell you to stop? Did you obey her wishes when you didn't have consent to commit a vile act on her?"
The Mortadella Brother shook his head profusely. "No, we never- never meant… to hurt… Little… Prim! We just wanted to have fun with her."
"By fun, you mean degrading her into nothing but a plaything for you and your brother," Vader clarified.
"No, please. We never wanted this to happen. We just… wanted to help her…" Conti struggled to speak, hoping the masked man would listen with reason.
"Liar…" A feminine voice called out to Conti.
Prim was the one who spoke out, her expression changing from neutral to angry. "You lied… to me," she said in anger.
"You… raped me…" the timid Princess admitted morbidly. "You and Ponti, every day when you would get the chance to do so." She continued to state that the tone of voice was opposing as she grew angry at their words.
"It wasn't just me… What you did to those poor nuns, to the members of Alicia's Shield Alliance in Feoh." Her face had no mercy in it.
"I will never forget those nights when you would drag me out of my cell, force me to partake in those games that you and Ponti would do. You… were always rough with my body, even when I was bleeding down there, you never stopped; you didn't care what happened to me; you just wanted my body for your damn pleasure." she cursed at the last half of her sentence, her words filled with malice and hatred.
A look of disgust was expressed across her face. Moreso, it was an expression of betrayal.
"Little… Prim, we're… sorry." Conti attempted to apologize but to no avail.
Prim wasn't done with her words just yet. "No, I'm sorry. Sorry that I ever chose to believe you and Ponti's words. Had it not been for you, those innocent men and warriors would not have been killed, and those poor women would not have been subjected to such atrocities by those mercenaries and monsters." The pink-haired Princess spat with disdain, furious at the actions of her former friends.
"My cousin would still be with me if it wasn't for you betraying the alliance in the first place!" Prim spoke, her voice seething with a fury that bordered on hatred.
Tears began to run down her face. Her hands were shaking so fast that she continued to look both of the Mortadella Brothers in the face with contempt.
"I thought… that we were friends. I used to think that you two would protect me from harm in any shape or form, but you… you took that for granted. So whatever fate has in store… I hope you suffer for your cruel actions." Prim spoke, her hands shaking as she wiped her tears away, continuing to look at both brothers with hostility.
"Reap what you sow, scum," Prim said coldly.
Conti shook his head; the blood was further dripping from his body. "Pl-Please spare… me, human." The Mortadella Brother persisted in his pleas, yearning for an end to his present ordeal.
"We...We're sorry…"
Sorry? Are they sorry?
Did they just not hear the words of her former friend?
Did they consider themselves beyond redemption? Vader was aware that not everyone could be absolved of their deeds. Although he found himself in a comparable predicament, having committed crimes during his tenure as Sidious' apprentice, Vader, at the very least, never stooped to the level of mentally breaking a woman, nor did he do so for base motives.
Ultimately, his son and former wife recognized the goodness within him, and his former mentors did as well. Obi-Wan acknowledged it, Luke perceived it, and Padme believed in it. Qui-Gon, who had prophesied his destiny to destroy the Sith, also saw it.
It took some time, but Vader ultimately fulfilled his promise. He defeated Palpatine, rescued his son, atoned for his past deeds, and brought a definitive end to the Sith.
He can't say the same for these scum. They had to be stopped, no matter the cost. Not all can be forgiven for their deeds. And Vader was determined to demonstrate why.
Further continuing with his execution, Vader used The Force to levitate the disemboweled Mortadella Brother as he prepared to add the finishing touches to the humanoid creature.
With one powerful clutch from his left hand, Vader used The Force to open the flesh from behind the Mortadella Brother's back as the humanoid creature screamed in pain; he could feel the flesh from behind ripping apart like mere paper, having a hard time breathing due to his lungs being pushed back inside his body.
The flesh of the Mortadella Brother's back was ripped in two, appearing like he had wings spread out from his disemboweled body.
In the last act of the execution, the Mortadella Brother, formerly known as Conti, appeared like an eagle.
A blood eagle.
With that, Vader dropped the Mortadella Brother's deceased body, knowing that he had done this world a favor by removing trash like this.
"Brother!" screamed Ponti, who was unable to see the execution due to his loss of eyes. "What did you do to my brother?!"
"I killed him. Remove that wasted piece of filth that you dare call a brother." Vader said calmly, not caring about the recent death of his victim.
"BROTHER!" cried Ponti, unable to believe he had lost the only family he had left in this world. Blood and tears came out of his eyes, the last Mortadella Brother crying out of sorrow.
His anger was directed at the masked user of The Force. "YOU BASTARD! WHY?! WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO YOU?!" Ponti demanded to know.
"You exist," Vader stated simply. "Your existence is but a scorn for this land, and what I did to your brother was an act of vengeance."
"Please… don't kill me, human! You already took away my eyesight and brother! What more could you take from me?!"
Vader remained silent, not a single word escaping him, which only infuriated the remaining Mortadella Brother even more.
"ANSWER ME!"
Rather than responding to his question verbally, Vader employed a Force Choke to seize the other Mortadella Brother, his anger becoming colder with each passing second.
The choking sounds of the Mortadella Brother intensified, and Vader increased the pressure of his chokehold, his anger swelling with the power of the Dark Side of the Force. Vader drew the sightless Mortadella Brother nearer, his mask's dark lenses fixing on the porcine sibling as the Gamorrean-like being started to panic, oblivious to the fate awaiting him.
At last, Vader spoke the words that sent a shiver down the Mortadella Brother's spine.
"I will burn off each of your fingers and toes; I will crush every bone in your body until you are unable to scream. I will render the flesh from your bones, burning it with my saber until you can't feel a thing, even as you scream as you beg for death to come and take you, just like your brother. I will discrete your corpse until it is barely recognizable as flesh. Not even a Nexu would be bothered to eat your corpse. I will force you to relieve the pain until your mind breaks. To torture and cause you to go mad, wishing death would arrive sooner. I will erase your very existence until the last thing you remember is me."
All Ponti could do was say nothing and accept his fate, slow and painfully.
Vader brought his lightsaber forwards, slicing off one of the arms as the other Mortadella Brother screamed in pain.
He sliced another arm off, causing him to scream in pain again. In a matter of seconds, Vader had severed both of Ponti's legs, rendering him limbless as he shrieked in pain until the sensation in his body's four quadrants faded away.
Using The Force, Vader turned the body around as the Mortadella Brother began to spin; the screaming wouldn't stop; it was only agony at this point.
Vader lowered his lightsaber again, brushing it against the spinning form of the Mortadella Brother. The saber's touch transformed the pink flesh and purple attire into charred, leather-like hues of deep brown.
As the Mortadella Brother kept spinning, his body grew weaker and more agonized, as though he were engulfed in flames—a relentless fire that persisted, his skin seeming to melt away. With each passing second, the Mortadella Brother's body became more limp, the sensation slipping away from his form.
He couldn't take it anymore!
The pain was becoming unbearable; he just wanted it to go away!
"PLEASE! STOP!" he cried out loud, wanting mercy from the masked Force User.
Vader was unyielding; his only concern was to revel in the screams as the ordeal of the Mortadella Brother turned into a spectacle for his amusement.
The Mortadella Brother's body was becoming entirely unrecognizable as Vader continued roughly spinning his body with The Force, the lightsaber burning the edges of the skin.
Once Vader was done, he dropped the burnt body of The Mortadella Brother on the ground; his body was completely charred.
The most agonizing part was that the Mortadella Brother was still breathing, confirming that he was still alive.
"Rargh…" the Mortadella Brother uttered, the pain becoming too excruciating. "Ki-Kill… Me… hu-human."
Kill you? No, killing this animal would cause him to end his suffering since a quick, painless death would be the best choice for this creature, but Vader wasn't going to fulfill his final wish. The former Dark Lord of the Sith was indifferent to his suffering. He would, at the very least, wish for the Mortadella Brother a painful demise before he perishes from existence.
At least, not him.
It would be appropriate if someone else delivered an executing, agonizing end to this creature, and Vader knew the candidate who was suitable for that role.
Vader observed the pink-haired girl as she gazed at the scene unfolding before her. Her expression remained neutral while witnessing the execution, her eyes devoid of any emotion.
Vader fully grasped the reason why she was merely a slave and concubine to these animals; the trauma must be unbearable for her.
More significant trauma often leads to increased unresolved anger.
In that instant, Vader observed the small blade that had been dropped by one of the Mortadella Brothers' bodies lying on the ground near the princess.
He wonders.
"You there," Vader called out to the timid Princess, who raised her head in curiosity. "Are you Princess Prim?"
"Ye-Yes," Prim answered reluctantly.
"Are you in relations with the ex-ruler of Feoh?" Vader questioned.
Prim's eyes widened out, noticing who the masked Force User was referring to.
"You know Alicia?" Prim asked worryingly, her blue eyes showing through her pink bangs. "Is she safe? Is she doing alright?" She continued to ask, hoping to hear her cousin was still alive and well.
"Khooh Phuur."
"Yes, she is alive." Vader gave confirmation before proceeding to ask a question. "But let's set that aside; may I ask you another question?"
"Are you angry?" Vader asked.
The princess of Ur appeared confused by the masked man's words. "What… What do you mean?" Prim asked.
"Your anger is palpable, even though your expression is blank. It's clear that you are seething with fury towards these animals."
Prim didn't say anything, her pink bangs covering her eyes as she wasn't sure what to say.
"I sense your hatred, ensnared by your own mind's condition."
"May I offer a proposal to you, Fiorire?" Vader suggested as the pink-haired princess regarded him with curiosity. "Take up the weapon beside you and unleash your anger. Do not restrain yourself."
The Princess of Ur gazed at the masked man with curiosity, uncertain of the meaning behind his words.
An event was imminent within the dungeon.
Indeed, it is an undertaking not for the faint of heart; things will change irreversibly henceforth.
In Feoh:
Alicia watched the war slowly dissipate as the mercenaries began to retreat. Her proud soldiers were outnumbering monsters.
This was good. Splendid, even.
She was close to reclaiming her kingdom back. Nearly two hours have passed, and more men, both from the Kuroinu mercenaries and her warriors, have fallen in battle.
Alicia cuts down another mercenary, adding one more mercenary to her kill count. She huffed as she prepared to deliver another slash to another orc, cutting his head clean off and continuing her slaughter on the battlefield.
Come on. She was close. She and the White Wolves were close to fending off Feoh as more rebels and soldiers were trampling more Black Dogs mercenaries, the gate being filled with many people as a lot of the mercenaries began to run from their forces.
No, Alicia wasn't going to let them get off scot-free.
She knew these animals needed to pay for their consequences.
She wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. No one would escape from her grasp of fury.
"DO NOT LET THEM GET AWAY! THEY MUST ATONE FOR THEIR CRIMES AGAINST FEOH!" She yelled, commanding the White Wolves. "SLAUGHTER THE ANIMALS! ALL OF THEM!"
She knew that she was pushing herself, but there was a reason for that. This was her fault—all of it. She hated that she had always been incompetent from the start and how she was manipulated by the minister, the mercenaries, and possibly her Goddess.
Goddess Celestine.
Where were you?
How could you allow this to happen?
Alicia shook her head; while she did have great respect for the Goddess, she did have to question why? Why didn't she do anything sooner?
No, she had to move past her losses. It wasn't only her suffering; it was the treacherous Black Dogs; those despicable scoundrels were to blame for all this chaos. They were aware. They knew that an invasion of their united kingdoms would be futile. It was merely their dumb luck and the missed opportunity to strike when they were divided.
Alicia strode alongside her legion of knights, a formidable host of soldiers who stood tall and formed a barrier with their shields, their spears poised skyward to thwart any incoming assault by the proud might of her soldiers.
All of a sudden, more warriors dressed in cloaks, ones that she hadn't seen before that she hadn't seen before, appeared, helping fight back against the Kuroinu army.
"Fight!" yelled one of the cloaked figures, revealing to be a Shield Knight that Alicia didn't recognize.
Wait, did that mean?
Were there reinforcements coming in the way?
From the gateway, more Shield Knights began to appear; these were not Shield Knights from Feoh but from another kingdom.
From Ken.
Alicia saw the leader commanding the Shield Knights in cloaks.
"Lady Celsa!" Alicia, alongside the others, was surprised to see one of Celestine's proud commanders in the city.
Some of the Kuroinu mercenaries were caught off guard, not expecting to see back-up from the other kingdoms.
"What?! There's more of these bitches?!"
"What the fuck?! Why are they here?!"
Alicia couldn't help but bite back a confident smirk. That's right. Your evil actions will no longer inflict suffering on innocent people.
A few orcs and imps noticed the Shield Knights, particularly the female ones, as they charged at the knights, hoping to have fun with them.
Before they could get a chance, in the blink of an eye, each of the Imps was sliced in pieces while the orcs had their heads removed from their bodies clean.
The Commander, Annabelle Celsa, showcased her swordsmanship skills, expressing gratitude towards her fellow Shield Commander, Claudia, from whom Alicia recognized the origin of such professional swordplay.
"Do not fret, for we are here, Lady Alicia." Annabelle ensured.
"Lady Celsa!" Alicia let out before running towards her presence. "In the name of the Goddess, what are you doing here?"
"Our Holiness, Celestine, sent us here to help with the nation's rebellion. Thanks to a tip from within the kingdom, we received word to come to aid this kingdom's rebellion."
"The White Wolves. Lady Iris. They told you to come?" Alicia inquired.
"Indeed, Your Majesty. We were planning to invade Feoh unexpectedly, but it looks like someone got here before we could."
"Yes, you could say that, Lady Celsa."
"Where is Lady Iris, Your Majesty?" Annabelle inquired.
Alicia responded immediately. "She went to lead her army across on the other side of the kingdom. So far, we have managed to capture a few mercenaries and corrupt Shield Knights."
"And what of Lady Prim, Your Majesty?"
"She's being held up at the other kingdom. I sent someone to rescue her from the Second Fortress of Ur."
Annabelle looked perplexed, silently hoping she had heard correctly. "You sent only one man to rescue Lady Prim?"
Alicia nodded, certain that she had made the correct decision. "Yes, do not fret; if it weren't for him, I would still be in Beastly's clutches if it weren't for him."
"Whatever happened to the Prime Minister, Your Majesty?" Annabelle asked curiously.
"He's dead… the man in the dark mask killed him in cold blood. Lord Vader, as he refers to himself." Alicia confirmed as her expression hardened due to having immense hatred for the Prime Minister.
The former Princess of Feoh's sole regret was not having the opportunity to personally witness the Minister's downfall, to see him endure a moment of suffering for his transgressions against the kingdom.
Annabelle stood silent, pausing for a bit, almost as if she had seen a ghost before.
"Lady Celsa?" Alicia questioned.
Annabelle shook out of her stupor, facing the blonde-haired Shield Princess with a professional expression.
"I'm fine, Your Majesty. I certainly… wasn't expecting to hear about the recent death of the minister."
"Anyway, we need to make do with it. Gave the bastards their due." Alicia spat with venom.
Annabelle nodded, aware that there were matters to attend to. "Indeed, Your Majesty. Let's make the best of it here."
This was it.
This was their chance at redemption.
"What's the current situation so far, Your Majesty?" Annabelle asked.
"My army and I have eliminated most of the reinforcements; the archers and those manning the cannons have been defeated. Nevertheless, a significant number of enemy forces remain in proximity. We have captured as many as possible. Our current objective is to devise a strategy to conclude the situation swiftly."
"I understand, Your Majesty. With your permission, I will join you. Let us position our forces to flank the Kuroinu Army, taking them by surprise. This strategy should compel them to surrender today and prevent the war from dragging on unnecessarily."
Alicia nodded, her expression hardening with determination.
Alicia stepped forward, giving herself a moment before she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"WARRIORS! WE WILL RETAKE OUR HOME! MAKE THE TRAITORS PAY AND STRIKE THE NAMES DOWN OF THOSE MERCENARIES! I PROMISED TO ALL OF YOU THAT FEOH WILL BE RECLAIMED IN THE HANDS OF THE SEVEN SHIELD ALLIANCE! THEIR TYRANNY WILL END TODAY!" Alicia raised her sword, bringing proud motivation to her army.
Many of the rebels and warriors began to cheer, raising their weapons as the fury matched with their weapons, preparing to battle the evil in their land once more.
As Alicia was in the crowd, she saw many of the mercenaries being captured or overwhelmed by the forces of the White Wolves and the proud Shield Knights from Ken.
Alicia nodded, knowing this was the time for Feoh to come out on top.
After all, the Kuroinu Army thought that they could win every day. Bah, that was only a false prediction.
Alicia knew that this was their chance to fight back against the Kuroinu mercenaries.
She vowed it wouldn't end here.
With a final scream, her army surged forward, pride fueling their charge as the Princess of Feoh continued to satisfy her bloodlust upon the remnants of her foes.
Thus commenced the cessation of the insurrection by the foe within the walls of the subjugated kingdom.
Back in the Dungeon.
Her blue eyes blinked in confusion.
Prim had no idea what the masked individual meant by his words. He wanted her to… kill Ponti? But why? Why her? Prim had no experience when it came to killing someone; even if Ponti had done horrible things, she didn't know she had the heart to kill him.
Before Prim could utter a word to the masked figure, her ears twitched, picking up a raspy breath that wasn't very near to her.
The Mortadella Brother, who was still breathing, looked for mercy, turning his attention to the pink-haired princess.
"Li-Little Prim… don't listen to him… we are… still…. Fr-friends…"
Friends…
Friends…
Friends…
That word.
The word started to irritate Prim increasingly. The more she dwelled on it, the tighter she clenched her fists; her teeth became visible as her lips curled into a snarl.
Prim remembers.
She remembers everything.
How Conti and Ponti dragged her out of her cell into the bed, forcing her to partake in cruel debauchery. After recent intimate encounters, her lips were stained, bruises had formed on her body, and she felt soreness in her womanhood.
It haunted her, the nights she spent with those two. She didn't think it would ever end.
She just wanted it to stop.
She placed both of her hands over her head, causing a bunch of haunting memories to play in her head.
'Come on, suck on it, bitch!' Conti's voice ranged in her head.
The thoughts were becoming tormenting the more she dived further.
'Yeah, be a good girl and learn your place with us, you little whore!' the voice of Ponti surfaced in her mind.
Prim couldn't take anymore as she began to shake her head, wanting the voices to stop.
"I… I'll be a good girl. I'll be a good girl." her lips began to quiver, tears running down her face as she felt the nightmares becoming real once more.
No, no, no, she didn't want this.
Prim was beginning to recall the trauma. The memories worsened as each image of the Mortadella Brothers forced itself into her mind. They ignored her cries and pleas to stop.
All of a sudden, she looked forward, realizing that there was a small dagger on the ground.
'Do it.' Mysterious words echoed in her mind, leaving Prim to wonder who had whispered them to her.
She then stared at the masked individual as Prim began to wonder if he was speaking to her inside her mind somehow.
How was he speaking to her telepathically? Was this magic? How was he doing this? What was going on? Prim knew asking questions didn't offer much, but still, she couldn't help it.
However, something was puzzling, and this was the biggest mystery as the Princess Knight of Ur did have another question: who was this man?
How did this man come to know Alicia? Was he aligned with Celestine's allies? Prim was desperate to understand, especially since the timid princess could make no sense of it.
Her blue eyes noticed the small weapon in curiosity. She then saw the charred body of Ponti on the ground; his groans were filled with pain as Prim wondered something.
'Seize the weapon and unleash your fury on those despicable creatures. Slaughter him without mercy.' The ominous voice beckoned with temptation as Prim continued to gaze at the weapon, gradually understanding the implication behind the words.
Prim's anger began to mount, her temptation escalating as she gazed at the weapon, seductively drawn in by the man's dark yet comforting voice.
The more she dwelled on it, the angrier Prim became. Deep down, she knew she couldn't let Ponti off so quickly. She needed closure. If her former friend was nearing his end, she required those final moments of tranquility with him.
Ultimately, Prim made her decision.
Struggling, the Princess of Ur managed to rise to her feet. Though it was difficult, she eventually started limping toward the weapon. Prim disregarded the pain coursing through her body, determined to persevere. She understood that this opportunity was too significant to miss.
She needed it. She sought that closure to attain the justice she had always desired.
Grabbing the small dagger in her hands, Prim walked over to where her "friend" Ponti was.
'Do it. Earn your justice. Kill him and savor it at this moment.' The voice called out to Prim as the pink-haired princess took deep breaths, allowing herself to take a moment on what her following action would be.
She knew what it was.
And it would be one that she won't regret at this moment.
"Li-Little Prim." the pig humanoid uttered with pain and confusion, wondering if the demure Princess could hear him.
Ignoring the words of her former friend, Prim released a scream as she lifted the small dagger, stabbing it into Ponti's chest, which looked in shock and horror.
"Die," Prim uttered with venom, pushing the dagger into the Mortadella Brother's chest as she took it out, giving herself a moment not to let this moment go to waste.
"Die!" She continued to yell, bringing the small dagger down on the Mortadella Brother once again, as the pig-like creature continued to scream in pain due to the knife stabbing through his flesh.
The Mortadella Brother implored, seeking to sway Prim with reason, but she remained unmoved. She plunged the dagger into his stomach, her shouts echoing as she repeated the exact words incessantly.
Die.
The small blade made contact with the charred flesh, causing blood to coat the blade entirely.
Die.
The screams would not cease; the hallways reverberated with the cadence of someone's agony.
Die.
She continued to insist on doing so.
Repeatedly, over and over again, she heard the ghastly gasps of her once friend, with blood splattered across her face as she regarded him with disdain.
She plunged the dagger into him over and over, the blade slick with blood as she vented her rage. Prim understood that mercy was not an option for this beast, not after his heinous acts.
After their deception, they both pledged to protect her from harm. They promised to treat her like family, nurture her as a friend, and ensure her safety in their care.
Liars. Both of them.
Their words were empty to her. She felt a profound sense of betrayal, as if her trust had been figuratively violated. Prim was not just angry; she was enraged with the Mortadella Brothers' words and deeds. Did she mean nothing to them? Was she merely a harlot in their eyes? Had they ever been childhood friends, or had they been plotting this from the very beginning?
Whatever it was, Prim didn't care. All she cared about was ending their inhuman actions.
No more.
They would no longer inflict suffering on her or other innocent women!
NO MORE!
NO MORE THEY WOULD CONTINUE THEIR DESPICABLE ACTIONS AGAINST IN HER HOME!
As she drew nearer, her anger gradually subsided, and the pink-haired princess became aware of her actions.
Ponti's body was mutilated. There were stab wounds, and his intestines were shown; the horror etched on Ponti's face before his demise was palpable, indicating he experienced pain in his final moments.
Did… Did… Did she do this to him?
By the Goddess, what has transpired? Prim gazed upon the lifeless body of her "once friend," uncertain of how to process the sight.
Prim was taken aback by an unexpected event, unsure of how to interpret it.
She laughed.
Her laughter escalated from small bursts to chuckles, eventually becoming full-on laughter that filled the dark dungeon's empty ambiance.
She was freed.
She did it.
They were dead. No more would they hurt her.
Tears began to fall from her eyes as she began crying, realizing that it was done.
This was real. She had killed him. Ponti was dead. Prim let the bloodied dagger fall to the ground as she crouched, on the verge of sobbing, unable to grasp the enormity of her actions. Whether it was guilt or trauma that overwhelmed her, she couldn't tell, but at that moment, it didn't matter.
Finally, she was free.
No more would she be broken.
Engrossed in her thoughts, she was suddenly aware of the masked figure's brooding voice drawing near.
Prim didn't know what to make of it, his tall presence towering over her timid body as she looked upon him like a knight or, instead, like a reaper.
She listened as the masked man spoke, his voice carrying a tone of authority and calm with each word he said.
"Prim Fiorire, you are a slave to those men no more." The masked man declared proudly.
Upon hearing those words, Prim, overwhelmed and in a daze, collapsed, finally feeling a release from the world she once deemed cruel.
It came close, but it was almost done.
It had been two hours, and Alicia continued to fight. She was tired, yes, but she knew she couldn't give up here.
Thankfully, in those two hours, the forces of the Black Dogs were in disarray, either capturing the Kuroinu mercenaries or causing them to surrender due to the White Wolves overwhelming them.
The war was starting to warp up.
Following the announcement of the Prime Minister's death, the ambitious call of Alicia incited panic among the mercenaries and the treacherous royal guards of Feoh. Fortunately, in the heart of Feoh, where the royal palace had only two exits, there was insufficient time for a complete evacuation.
Not only were mercenaries and former royal guards apprehended, but corrupt nobles were also rounded up. They were either captured by the White Wolf rebels or executed on the spot while the battle raged on in the kingdom.
The insurgents and brave warriors from the forces of Alicia and Iris succeeded in overpowering the majority of the corrupt army. Despite being outnumbered, the addition of civilians who allied with the White Wolves proved instrumental in defeating the mercenary army through sheer numbers.
This was beautiful news for Alicia. She knew that there were good people, civilians who were tired of the mindless corruption of The Black Dogs, knowing that perhaps there was still hope out there.
Thanks to Iris sending a message to the capital of Ken, calling Lady Celsa, alongside her army, managed to save time capturing more mercenaries and killing all of the creatures who aligned with themselves in the Black Dogs managed to surrender upon being overwhelmed by the armies of Feoh and Ken.
In a matter of minutes, various mercenaries, monsters, and nobles were captured, thanks to Lady Celsa's forces, alongside the White Wolves contributing to their positions.
Three hours have now passed. Things were turning out for the better in the kingdom of Feoh.
Standing in the center of Feoh, Alicia noticed that her knights were coming through; thanks to her old friend, Iris, with her help from her White Wolf rebellion, she managed to capture a large number of corrupt mercenaries, guards, and nobles realizing that the war is close to ending.
The situation was such that when the Prime Minister's hearing was lost, it led to a significant portion of the Kuroinu Army choosing to surrender or flee the city to avoid a similar fate.
Alicia couldn't help but let out a satisfying smirk. She continued to smile, knowing that Feoh was being taken back.
While Alicia was in her thoughts, her eyes noticed a particular sight, a similar sound perk in her ears.
"Khooh Phuur."
Wait, that sound.
The breathing was getting closer to where she was standing.
"Khooh Phuur."
Alicia knew she heard that sound before.
Turning to locate where the sound was coming from, in the distance of many warriors and knights gathering around on the battlefield, the former Princess of Feoh noticed a dark figure carrying a pink-haired individual, far from where Alicia was standing.
It… It couldn't be.
Alicia spotted Lord Vader carrying her cousin on his shoulder as the masked man continued to walk toward the blonde-haired Shield Princess' presence.
Prim…
She… She was alive.
She was alive!
"Prim!" Alicia screamed out of relief as she ran over to where Lord Vader and her cousin were.
Stopping at the halt, Vader slowly placed Prim on the ground as Alicia crouched to get a good look at her poor cousin.
Alicia observed the bruises encircling her arms; her body swathed in a brown blanket that concealed the torn dress beneath.
Those bastards. What did those animals do to her?!
Alicia was angry; she didn't want to know the morbid possibilities that happened to her poor cousin. Alright, Alicia knew she had to take a grip, taking a deep breath, she knew she couldn't get upset at this moment.
"Is-Is she alright?" Alicia asked in concern, attempting to conceal her anger and worries.
"She's still alive," Vader answered as Alicia sighed in relief.
"Prim," Alicia said gently, softly touching the cheeks of her dear cousin who was unconscious. "Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you once again."
Tears fell down her face, and a sense of remorse started to show on her expression as Alicia continued to carcass the hair of her cousin.
'Oh, Prim, why? Why couldn't I make the right choice sooner?'
Alicia brushed away her tears, aware that, given the chance, she would not have conceded that day. Shifting her gaze from her cousin, she faced Lord Vader, offering the enigmatic figure a glance of appreciation.
"Thank you." Alicia began to show her gratitude to the masked warrior.
"Khooh Phuur."
"You do not need to thank me," Vader voiced before he turned his back away from the ex-Princess of Feoh, walking away to finish what he started.
Lord Vader's cold demeanor took Alicia aback, yet she understood it wasn't personal. He had completed his task; now, it was time for her to do hers.
Once Alicia continued to comfort her unconscious cousin gently, the cheering was heard from where she was sitting.
The loyal Shield Knights, White Wolves, and civilians who joined in battle continued to cheer in pride all around the city, inciting the fact that the war of Feoh had officially come to an end.
Victory went to the Shield Kingdom, and Alicia couldn't have had it any other way.
Finally, her redemption has begun.
If only her parents could see her at this proud moment.
'Mother... Father... I have done it. I have avenged our kingdom. We have triumphed. Feoh has at last been liberated.' These were Alicia's thoughts as she gazed upward at the sky, now painted with an orange sunset, heralding the twilight.
The war in Feoh was finally over.
Most importantly, Alicia had her remaining family left.
This marked the beginning of a new legacy for her kingdom and the unfolding future of Eostia.
Omake 1- A Droid's Bizarre Adventure
In an empty forest, green trees were accompanied by the sound of birds chirping and the sun shining across the emerald leaves in the grass.
The elusive wildlife showing through the chirping of birds and ancient sentinels cloaked in emerald hues as an example of beauty mixed in with a century of a landscape.
Most would say that is true.
While some may not agree, it's often said that nothing complements the breathtaking beauty of nature.
As if!
R2-D2 was not fond of nature. If the droid had to be honest, he would prefer to stay on the Millennium Falcon.
He recalls the time he accompanied Master Skywalker to the Dagobah System to visit his master.
Yoda, if the timid droid recalls correctly. R2-D2, of course, remembers the old, green Jedi Master fondly.
The planet where Master Yoda resided was far from hospitable.
Artoo's first visit to that planet wasn't filled with fond memories. He recalls his systems being soaked in water, and the uneven terrain made it difficult for him to navigate.
Artoo thought of it best; he wasn't a fan of nature.
Still, Artoo was curious about where he was. What planet was this in the galaxy?
The droid was unaware of his location. Moments before, he had been with his master, Luke Skywalker, in the Dagobah System, and then, in an instant, he vanished, inexplicably torn from the young Skywalker's side.
It was peculiar; despite all the extraordinary journeys he had experienced, this one was particularly unusual for him.
Despite this, Artoo was sure there was more at stake; he understood that time was of the essence, as the small droid needed to locate his master with utmost urgency.
The blue droid began to stroll, hoping to find some civilization somewhere.
Artoo detected little life; aside from a few birds and small animals, no humans were visible. A fleeting moment of panic ensued as he questioned whether he was the sole living being on this planet. He longed for the presence of Master Skywalker or Princess Organa.
Heck, he wished C-3PO was here with him at this moment.
Yes, even C-3PO would have made a fine companion for him. Despite their differences and the small droid's occasional annoyance with his golden counterpart, he still regarded the protocol robot as one of his most significant, if not the greatest, companions and friends of all time.
Especially since they were a part of looking after the Skywalker family for quite a long time.
While Artoo continued to stroll across the forest, the droid picked up a few life signals.
Artoo let out a cheery beep, happy to find that there was civilization after all.
As the droid ambled toward the source of the life signals, a gruff voice called out, capturing the attention of the miniature machine.
"Hey, we gotta get these bitches back to the dark fortress!"
Huh?! That didn't sound pleasant.
"Yeah, Lord Vault wants them to be fresh! Fresh for us to enjoy as we ravaged them with our pleasure."
Artoo maneuvered stealthily, concealing himself behind the foliage to avoid detection. As he observed more closely, the blue droid discerned the unfolding scene. Four humanoid figures, akin to Gamorreans but clad in brown attire and donning gray armor that enveloped much of their forms, were present.
Indeed, the surprising element was not their resemblance to Gamorreans. It was the sight of six women, clad only in tattered gray rags and tunics, which highlighted their destitute condition.
All of those women were kept in cages, each one afraid, nearly crying, and possibly desiring to be free from their captivity.
That was…
That was horrible!
Did that mean each of these poor women was a slave?
Slavery was something Artoo did recognize for unfortunate reasons.
The small droid let out a low beep as Artoo lamented the memories that Master Anakin had to endure as a child.
Artoo remembers his previous master, Anakin Skywalker, facing a comparable circumstance in his youth—before being rescued by the Jedi. It was during this time that he met the young Anakin, who was still a boy.
This implies that these women were encountering a comparable situation.
No, Artoo was not going to allow that to happen. The timid droid knew he had to take action.
Wait, there was an idea.
Artoo emitted several affirmative beeps, aware that he needed to create a diversion. He spotted a tree in the distance; it was smaller than the others yet sizable enough to stir up a disturbance.
As the trees were scanned and no signs of life appeared, it meant that Artoo could commence his work.
Swiftly pulling out a tool, Artoo unleashed a concentrated stream of oil, soaking the tree and surrounding shrubbery with the chemical. The droid's task still needed to be completed.
From the center of his chest, an articulated arm extends with a prod-like device that starts to shock the oil. Artoo continues this action until a specific response is elicited.
Luckily, it did.
Artoo quickly ignited a fire as the small droid knew he needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
Right as Artoo was far from the fire, the droid took this opportunity to take out a periscope and get a closer look.
Fortunately, it was going according to plan.
"Hey! What the hell's going on?!" One of the Gamorrean-like creatures shouted out in anger and shock.
"There's fire coming over there!" Another green-skinned creature noticed the burning trees in the small distance.
"What?! How?! Did those bitches from the Shield Alliance even find us?!"
The last Gamorrean-like creature shook his head, unsure what the hell was even going on. "I don't know, but let's check it out! Should one of us stay with the girls?"
"Bah, why? What could these whores do? They're stuck in a cage! All I know is I don't want to lose my chance at getting pussy from these females!" The green-skinned creature in armor commented with vulgar language.
How inappropriate. While Artoo was accustomed to using harsh language, it was never directed to insult a woman.
The other green-skinned creatures nodded, roughly agreeing with each other. "Alright, then, we'd better make this quick!"
Each of the Gamorrean lookalikes began to leave, making their way to where the fire was.
This renders these beings even less competent than the actual Gamorreans.
Even so, Artoo was aware that the distraction had worked perfectly.
Moving stealthily, Artoo navigated his way to the captive women's location. His diminutive and peculiar appearance took each of them aback.
Artoo emitted several reassuring beeps as the women gazed at the small droid with curiosity.
"Huh? Who are you… What are you, little guy?" asked one of the captured women in dirty rags.
Artoo emitted a series of beeps, signaling to the women trapped in the cage. He then produced a high-quality saw, and as the circular blade emerged from his body, it made contact with the metal bars. Methodically, Artoo began to cut through the cage, and the women gradually realized the droid's intentions.
"Wait, I think… I know what he's trying to do."
"Is it… Is he trying to free us?"
The saw persisted, slicing through the metal with a shower of sparks and debris. Artoo was aware of the need for precision. He was close; only the lock, the primary barrier, remained to free the women confined within the cage.
In one second or two, with minimal success, Artoo managed to cut through the middle bar which had the lock as the door came off, causing the cage to be open.
It was done.
Artoo freed them as the women quickly ran out of the cage, making their way to freedom.
"Thank you! Thank you for saving us, little guy!" The women began to thank the small droid for its noble actions.
"Who are you? Where did you come from, little guy?" One of the freed women asked curiously.
Artoo beeped vaguely but assuringly, knowing he was one of a kind. Artoo then thrilled more beeps, this time coming out quicker and with caution as the droid attempted to warn the women to get out of there before the creatures could come back.
Each of the women nodded, finally understanding what the small droid meant.
As each of the women began to leave, the last one was a woman with dark hair who quickly wrapped her arms around the small droid.
"Thank you… Thank you for saving us." The woman began to show gratitude for the brave little droid.
Responding with beeps, Artoo assured the women of their safety, yet even the droid understood the urgency of their need to leave as swiftly as possible.
The woman gave the nod and released the small droid, then started running into the forest alongside the other liberated women.
Alright, mission accomplished.
Artoo emitted a series of contented beeps, signifying his satisfaction with the job well executed.
The moment the diminutive droid started to maneuver through the forest's underbrush swiftly, it collided with an unforeseen entity. Could it be a rock? Regardless, it was substantial in size.
As Artoo encountered the object before him, he recoiled. He had hoped it would be a rock. Instead, he found himself facing the four Gamorrean-like figures from before, their anger palpable as they prepared to leap at the small droid for disrupting their "fun time."
Silence dominated for a moment.
…
…
A few minutes passed as the once silent ambiance forest was replaced with a sign of wailing.
"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" screamed the little droid as he began to stroll, panicking from a pack of horny Gamorrean-like creatures that started to chase Artoo for letting the women escape in their terrible clutches.
"GET HIM!" yelled one of the creatures, raising their weapons in the air in an attempt to get the poor little droid who ruined their plans.
The chase continued for several minutes as the Gamorrean lookalike creatures pursued the small droid, which darted about swiftly to avoid being smashed into mere scrap.
Yep, Artoo was reluctant to acknowledge it, but he began to consider the Dagobah system a paradise in comparison to this unfamiliar planet.
He was glad that Threepio wasn't here to see this.
He would never let that go. Artoo knew that was too good to be true.
He had contemplated it before and would ponder it again; the longing for the Dagobah system was resurfacing within Artoo.
AN: Hello Everyone! Hope y'all did enjoy the chapter!
Special thanks go to my beta reader, Meraj Alimi (King101), for checking the grammar like always, for suggesting the brutal execution, and, of course, for the non-canon omake with R2-D2 at the end of the chapter!
If you guys are wondering, this is not the only omake in this fic or chapter.
There will be more coming up soon. So stay tuned for that!
For the omakes in this fic, I'm planning to add different Star Wars characters in various scenarios in the world of Kuroinu by having them react to the dark fantasy world. For example, maybe Han & Chewie have a few misadventures, or Obi-Wan has his own "Hello there" moment with the mercenaries.
Obviously, these are going to be non-canon to the main story with Anakin/Vader, moreso; these are just here for fun and nothing more. Overall, hope you guys enjoyed that omake and did manage to get a laugh from you! Primarily since I've heard Kuroinu is a dark series so hopefully, this was a breath of fresh air for you guys!
So, the Feoh arc has nearly reached its conclusion. The next chapter will conclude the arc for good before moving on to the next one. Other characters, such as the Heroines and the Black Dogs will make an appearance, most likely reacting to the news of Vader taking back Feoh from the Black Dogs.
Also, for lore, due to my lack of knowledge of Kuroinu for obvious reasons, from what my beta reader told me, supposedly, Conti and Ponti, the Mortadella Brothers as they were called, were Prim's bodyguards who were recently assigned to her when her kingdom was invaded but here, I changed to have it be where they were childhood friends to Prim, assigned to her when she was at a younger age instead, as a way to make it feel tragic and have it feel personal.
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