ZakoLover
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Chapter 7: At The General's Camp
They arrived at Cornelia’s camp at midnight. The sky was pitch black with no moon or stars visible. They could only find this place thanks to the vague light from the torches on the wooden wall.
Anastasia saw a dozen of soldiers at the gate, staring suspiciously at the three riders who suddenly showed up at the dead of the night. Their weapons remained unsheathed, but their stances suggested they could draw their swords at any moment.
“Who is there? State your business!” A young woman demanded. Based on the superior armor she was wearing compared to what belonged to the other soldiers, it was obvious that she was a knight and the one in charge of this gate.
Minerva rode forward, greeting the knight. “Long time no see, Adela!”
“Minerva? What are you doing here?” The girl was astonished.
“This is Her Highness, the Second Princess Anastasia,” Minerva introduced. “We need to see General Cornelia immediately.”
“What?” Adela’s jaw dropped, and so did everyone else’s. Their reaction was not surprising. There was no way would they expect a sudden visit of the Queen’s daughter, who was wearing a dirty and torn dress, having only two escorts, and at midnight, no less. Anastasia did not know whether they would believe them. She certainly did not look like a princess right now, and since she rarely left the palace, not many people knew her face.
But Adela quickly regained her composure. She nodded, and dispatched a soldier to inform the general. Then she bowed to Anastasia. “Please come with me, Your Highness!”
They left the horses they seized from Lucia’s party to the other soldiers at the gate and followed Adela to go inside. They went through a path lit by torches on poles, passing by groups of patrolling soldiers, who gave confused looks at them, the weird company walking behind Adela.
“You two know each other?” Anastasia asked. It was not strange for Minerva to have acquaintances here. After all, she used to be in the army before she became a guard in the royal palace.
“Just knowing each other?” Adela giggled. “We fought side by side in the war, Your Highness. I was there when Minerva slew the cow commander, and saw with my own eyes how she rammed her huge-ass axe into that ugly bitch’s cunt.”
“Cow commander?” Anastasia asked, tilting her head.
“The Commander of the Third Tauri Assault Brigade,” Adela replied. “Those bitches are official called Tauri, but I just call them Cows. It is easier to say that way. But hey, Taurus Slayer sounds much cooler than Cow Slayer, doesn’t it? Ha ha ha!”
“So that’s how you got your nickname?” Anastasia smiled, asking Minerva.
“Yes,” Minerva nodded.
“You still keep that bitch’s head, right?” Adela asked. “Have you shown it to the princess?”
“No, why?” Minerva frowned.
“Why not?” Adela grinned, and then turned to Anastasia. “You should see it, Your Highness. You cannot imagine the painful and humiliated expression on that bitch’s face. Seriously, dying while your vagina splits apart? Ha ha ha!”
The girl clearly had no respect toward her fallen enemy. If Anastasia had still been her old self of a few weeks ago, she would have found such attitude quite distasteful. But now she understood. The satisfaction you had when you saw your enemy dying a painful death. When she saw Lucia’s severed head, her heart was filled with joy and pleasure, and she could not help but looking forward to Carmilla’s turn to get what she deserved.
Finally, they reached the large tent located in the center of the camp, in front of which stood a tall woman in sleepwear.
“Your Highness, I apologize for meeting you looking like this. I didn’t have time to change clothes.”
“It is fine, General!” Anastasia replied. “It’s me who should apologize for waking you up at midnight.”
“What brings you here, Your Highness? What happened?”
“Duchess Carmilla has rebelled. Her soldiers attacked the palace. My parents … and my sister … are dead ...” Anastasia could no longer continue. She kept hiccupping as tears flowing out of her eyes.
Both Cornelia and Adela gasped. But Anastasia paid no heed to them. She kept sobbing, as the memory of that night came back to her. Those terrible and bloody scenes, one after another, flashed up in her mind. She saw her mother being surrounded and stabbed by a dozen of soldiers. She saw her father, someone who couldn’t defend himself, impaled from behind when he tried to flee. She saw Lucia smashing her sister’s head with her flail.
“Calm down, Princess.”
Anastasia heard a voice, and then she felt a hand touching her shoulder. It was Lord Ishkur. His hand was warm. His voice was clear. If it had been anyone else, their words would have not been able to reach her, but Lord Ishkur’s voice had, almost magically, helped her regain her composure.
“Forgive me, General. I was overwhelmed by my emotion.” Anastasia said as she was wiping tears away from her face.
“There is nothing to forgive, Your Highness.” Cornelia replied, her eyes still wide open. “But, is it true? It’s not that I don’t believe you but … but … Her Majesty is dead?”
“It is true.” Anastasia confirmed.
“General, you didn’t receive any news?” Minerva asked.
“I knew that something had happened, but I didn’t know what it was exactly.” Cornelia sighed. “I had sent several scouts to the capital, but none of them came back.”
“They must have been intercepted at Carmilla’s checkpoints.” Minerva said.
“Checkpoints?”
“There were Carmilla’s soldiers blocking the road from here to the capital. But we have taken care of them, so there is no need to worry.”
“You killed them all by yourself? Impressive!” Cornelia gave Minerva an approving nod. “As expected of the Taurus Slayer.”
Actually, it was Lord Ishkur who did most of the work, but of course, they could not tell the truth to other people.
“None survived to go back to Carmilla, so it is safe to assume that she doesn’t know that we have gotten here.” Minerva said. “General, we must move fast. Please mobilize your troops and march to the capital.”
“Agreed!” Cornelia turned to Adela. “Inform the commanders and told them to get prepared. We will ride at dawn.”
As Adela left them and hurriedly disappeared into the darkness, the general told Anastasia. “Please go inside my tent, Your Highness. Have some rest!”
“Thank you, General!”
As they got inside, Cornelia asked. “By the way, Your Highness, who is this man?”
“Oh? This is … Oscar. He is a scribe in the palace.” Anastasia replied. That was the name and role that they had decided for Lord Ishkur. They briefly stopped at a village on the way riding here and bought him some clothes, so he no longer looked like a caveman like when he first appeared. He was still unkempt and dirty though, but so were she and Minerva, so there shouldn’t be any problems.
“I see.” Cornelia turned to Lord Ishkur. “It is very admirable of you to stay with Her Highness even in the darkest moment. I thank you for your loyalty.”
“It’s nothing, General. Anyone would have done the same if they were in my situation.”
“No, not anyone.” Cornelia smiled. Then her expression became serious when she turned to Minerva. “What do you think that will happen when we reach the capital tomorrow?”
“The City Guard is with Carmilla. If they close the gate, it will be difficult to get in.” Minerva replied. “A siege will be very time consuming, and as time passes, more troops will arrive, both the ones loyal to the crown and the ones who fight for Carmilla. This could escalate into a civil war.”
“Yeah,” Cornelia sighed. “Our best bet is to make a swift and decisive assault to break into the city before they realize what is going on.”
“In that case, we can use this.” Minerva said as she took a severed head out of the bag she was carrying.
“This is … Lucia?” Cornelia was astonished.
“Yes,” Minerva nodded. “She led a group of pursuers to chase after us. We fought and I slew her.”
“I know that I have said it before, but I will say it again,” Cornelia grinned with satisfaction. “Very impressive! It is pity that you were forced to leave the army.”
“I deserved what happened to me, General.” Minerva replied. “But we are not here to talk about me, aren’t we? How about the head? Do you think it will be useful?”
“Of course! We will mount it on the spear of the one who will lead the charge. It will have a devastating effect to the morale of Carmilla’s soldiers. They can even surrender without a fight if we are lucky.” Cornelia turned to Anastasia. “My princess, no, I should call you my queen now. Your Majesty, tomorrow we will take your throne back!”
They arrived at Cornelia’s camp at midnight. The sky was pitch black with no moon or stars visible. They could only find this place thanks to the vague light from the torches on the wooden wall.
Anastasia saw a dozen of soldiers at the gate, staring suspiciously at the three riders who suddenly showed up at the dead of the night. Their weapons remained unsheathed, but their stances suggested they could draw their swords at any moment.
“Who is there? State your business!” A young woman demanded. Based on the superior armor she was wearing compared to what belonged to the other soldiers, it was obvious that she was a knight and the one in charge of this gate.
Minerva rode forward, greeting the knight. “Long time no see, Adela!”
“Minerva? What are you doing here?” The girl was astonished.
“This is Her Highness, the Second Princess Anastasia,” Minerva introduced. “We need to see General Cornelia immediately.”
“What?” Adela’s jaw dropped, and so did everyone else’s. Their reaction was not surprising. There was no way would they expect a sudden visit of the Queen’s daughter, who was wearing a dirty and torn dress, having only two escorts, and at midnight, no less. Anastasia did not know whether they would believe them. She certainly did not look like a princess right now, and since she rarely left the palace, not many people knew her face.
But Adela quickly regained her composure. She nodded, and dispatched a soldier to inform the general. Then she bowed to Anastasia. “Please come with me, Your Highness!”
They left the horses they seized from Lucia’s party to the other soldiers at the gate and followed Adela to go inside. They went through a path lit by torches on poles, passing by groups of patrolling soldiers, who gave confused looks at them, the weird company walking behind Adela.
“You two know each other?” Anastasia asked. It was not strange for Minerva to have acquaintances here. After all, she used to be in the army before she became a guard in the royal palace.
“Just knowing each other?” Adela giggled. “We fought side by side in the war, Your Highness. I was there when Minerva slew the cow commander, and saw with my own eyes how she rammed her huge-ass axe into that ugly bitch’s cunt.”
“Cow commander?” Anastasia asked, tilting her head.
“The Commander of the Third Tauri Assault Brigade,” Adela replied. “Those bitches are official called Tauri, but I just call them Cows. It is easier to say that way. But hey, Taurus Slayer sounds much cooler than Cow Slayer, doesn’t it? Ha ha ha!”
“So that’s how you got your nickname?” Anastasia smiled, asking Minerva.
“Yes,” Minerva nodded.
“You still keep that bitch’s head, right?” Adela asked. “Have you shown it to the princess?”
“No, why?” Minerva frowned.
“Why not?” Adela grinned, and then turned to Anastasia. “You should see it, Your Highness. You cannot imagine the painful and humiliated expression on that bitch’s face. Seriously, dying while your vagina splits apart? Ha ha ha!”
The girl clearly had no respect toward her fallen enemy. If Anastasia had still been her old self of a few weeks ago, she would have found such attitude quite distasteful. But now she understood. The satisfaction you had when you saw your enemy dying a painful death. When she saw Lucia’s severed head, her heart was filled with joy and pleasure, and she could not help but looking forward to Carmilla’s turn to get what she deserved.
Finally, they reached the large tent located in the center of the camp, in front of which stood a tall woman in sleepwear.
“Your Highness, I apologize for meeting you looking like this. I didn’t have time to change clothes.”
“It is fine, General!” Anastasia replied. “It’s me who should apologize for waking you up at midnight.”
“What brings you here, Your Highness? What happened?”
“Duchess Carmilla has rebelled. Her soldiers attacked the palace. My parents … and my sister … are dead ...” Anastasia could no longer continue. She kept hiccupping as tears flowing out of her eyes.
Both Cornelia and Adela gasped. But Anastasia paid no heed to them. She kept sobbing, as the memory of that night came back to her. Those terrible and bloody scenes, one after another, flashed up in her mind. She saw her mother being surrounded and stabbed by a dozen of soldiers. She saw her father, someone who couldn’t defend himself, impaled from behind when he tried to flee. She saw Lucia smashing her sister’s head with her flail.
“Calm down, Princess.”
Anastasia heard a voice, and then she felt a hand touching her shoulder. It was Lord Ishkur. His hand was warm. His voice was clear. If it had been anyone else, their words would have not been able to reach her, but Lord Ishkur’s voice had, almost magically, helped her regain her composure.
“Forgive me, General. I was overwhelmed by my emotion.” Anastasia said as she was wiping tears away from her face.
“There is nothing to forgive, Your Highness.” Cornelia replied, her eyes still wide open. “But, is it true? It’s not that I don’t believe you but … but … Her Majesty is dead?”
“It is true.” Anastasia confirmed.
“General, you didn’t receive any news?” Minerva asked.
“I knew that something had happened, but I didn’t know what it was exactly.” Cornelia sighed. “I had sent several scouts to the capital, but none of them came back.”
“They must have been intercepted at Carmilla’s checkpoints.” Minerva said.
“Checkpoints?”
“There were Carmilla’s soldiers blocking the road from here to the capital. But we have taken care of them, so there is no need to worry.”
“You killed them all by yourself? Impressive!” Cornelia gave Minerva an approving nod. “As expected of the Taurus Slayer.”
Actually, it was Lord Ishkur who did most of the work, but of course, they could not tell the truth to other people.
“None survived to go back to Carmilla, so it is safe to assume that she doesn’t know that we have gotten here.” Minerva said. “General, we must move fast. Please mobilize your troops and march to the capital.”
“Agreed!” Cornelia turned to Adela. “Inform the commanders and told them to get prepared. We will ride at dawn.”
As Adela left them and hurriedly disappeared into the darkness, the general told Anastasia. “Please go inside my tent, Your Highness. Have some rest!”
“Thank you, General!”
As they got inside, Cornelia asked. “By the way, Your Highness, who is this man?”
“Oh? This is … Oscar. He is a scribe in the palace.” Anastasia replied. That was the name and role that they had decided for Lord Ishkur. They briefly stopped at a village on the way riding here and bought him some clothes, so he no longer looked like a caveman like when he first appeared. He was still unkempt and dirty though, but so were she and Minerva, so there shouldn’t be any problems.
“I see.” Cornelia turned to Lord Ishkur. “It is very admirable of you to stay with Her Highness even in the darkest moment. I thank you for your loyalty.”
“It’s nothing, General. Anyone would have done the same if they were in my situation.”
“No, not anyone.” Cornelia smiled. Then her expression became serious when she turned to Minerva. “What do you think that will happen when we reach the capital tomorrow?”
“The City Guard is with Carmilla. If they close the gate, it will be difficult to get in.” Minerva replied. “A siege will be very time consuming, and as time passes, more troops will arrive, both the ones loyal to the crown and the ones who fight for Carmilla. This could escalate into a civil war.”
“Yeah,” Cornelia sighed. “Our best bet is to make a swift and decisive assault to break into the city before they realize what is going on.”
“In that case, we can use this.” Minerva said as she took a severed head out of the bag she was carrying.
“This is … Lucia?” Cornelia was astonished.
“Yes,” Minerva nodded. “She led a group of pursuers to chase after us. We fought and I slew her.”
“I know that I have said it before, but I will say it again,” Cornelia grinned with satisfaction. “Very impressive! It is pity that you were forced to leave the army.”
“I deserved what happened to me, General.” Minerva replied. “But we are not here to talk about me, aren’t we? How about the head? Do you think it will be useful?”
“Of course! We will mount it on the spear of the one who will lead the charge. It will have a devastating effect to the morale of Carmilla’s soldiers. They can even surrender without a fight if we are lucky.” Cornelia turned to Anastasia. “My princess, no, I should call you my queen now. Your Majesty, tomorrow we will take your throne back!”