Northern barbarians, the Main general's tent.
In the large tent, at the seat of honor sat a man in his twenties, exceptionally handsome. Below him, a soldier knelt on one knee, reporting something. The man was clad in splendid yet sturdy armor, holding a silver spear that gleamed with a cold light in his left hand.
Listening to the soldier's continuous report, the man frowned deeply, his expression growing darker.
Numa Seika was the man's name. The prince of the northern barbarians, known for his terrifying strategic mind, deeply trusted by his people. Using his fortress city as a base, he strengthened the invasion against the empire.
Legend said that when he wielded his spear, he was almost invincible!
Of course, that legend was now shattered because he had met the imperial female general named Esdeath and her group of demons!
"Your Highness, in today's battle, our soldiers lost 30,000 troops! All were slaughtered by those women, none survived!"
At the end of the report, the soldier's eyes were bloodshot, and he was already crying uncontrollably!
Over 30,000 comrades lost just today! Including previous battles, the total dead reached 100,000! Endless anger and hatred filled his heart. If he had the power, the soldier would have charged into the camp of those demons disguised as beautiful women to die with them!
"Huff… I understand. You must be tired. Go rest first."
Feeling a severe headache, Numa Seika covered his forehead and waved the soldier away.
"Yes, Your Highness."
With utmost respect and obedience, the soldier wiped his tears, stood up, and left the tent.
"Whether it's tactics, timing, or troop strength, we clearly have the advantage, but every battle ends in a crushing defeat, while the enemy remains unharmed."
"Those women… are they really human?"
Recalling the terrifying battles with those women, especially the imperial female general Esdeath who controlled ice, Numa Seika still felt chills and an overwhelming sense of defeat and helplessness.
"Seika, you're too tired. You need to rest."
A woman's voice, clear and pure like spring water, appeared before Numa Seika at some unknown moment, gently holding his head and soothing him softly.
The woman had a tall and proud figure, with golden, smooth hair flowing straight down to her waist. Her pair of turquoise eyes were like two pure gems embedded in her confident and stunningly beautiful face.
She wore a cute brown hat and a set of sharp, exotic-style clothing, exuding an aura of nobility and confidence from head to toe.
"Doya, what are you doing here?"
Without even looking, Numa Seika's handsome face showed a gentle smile as he held the woman's delicate hand and asked softly.
"What's wrong? Is it not right for a fiancée to come see her future husband?"
The woman called Doya blinked her big turquoise eyes and smiled playfully.
"That's not what I mean. This is a battlefield, very dangerous. You shouldn't be here."
Shaking his head, Numa Seika replied. Although he wanted to scold her a little, seeing her playful smile, the prince could only sigh helplessly.
"Hehe, my prince, have you forgotten who Doya really is? And you're still telling me about danger?"
With a carefree expression, the woman sat down and pouted in protest. Her already beautiful face looked even more adorable with that expression.
"I remember, I remember. Doya is the best assassin warrior of our northern exotic nation. Even in countless dangerous places, she moves as if on flat ground."
Knowing that his confident and proud fiancée was acting up again, Numa Seika quickly softened his tone without any princely airs.
"Hmph, that's more like it!"
"But speaking of which, I heard that our invincible prince has suffered repeated defeats this time, losing troops to dozens of women like Doya without any chance to fight back. Isn't that right?"
Linking her arm with the prince's, the woman laughed heartily without a care.
"Even Doya has heard about it? Ah, yes, that's true."
Without denying it, Numa Seika just smiled bitterly and nodded.
He had been talented and undefeated since childhood, but this one failure was so miserable! If it weren't for the many years of training that strengthened his mind, Numa Seika doubted he could have endured such a heavy blow.
"Hmph, it's just a bunch of women. Could they really be stronger than Doya?"
Seeing her fiancé so dejected, Doya wrinkled her cute little nose and said defiantly.
"Doya, those women can no longer be described as normal humans. Although you are very powerful, but…"
Though he didn't finish the sentence, Numa Seika's meaning was clear.
Although Doya, as the strongest assassin warrior of their exotic nation, could fight ten or even a hundred opponents alone, compared to those female demons who could fight thousands or tens of thousands, Doya was still far behind.
"Hmph, you're saying I'm no match for them, right?"
"I heard the strongest one is an imperial female general named Esdeath or something. I'll go kill her for you right now!"
Like Numa Seika, Doya was almost invincible in the assassination world. Being denied like this by her fiancé instantly ignited her innate competitive spirit. She stood up and prepared to leave the tent.
"Stop, Doya!"
"This is not a joke. Those women are far more terrifying than you imagine! Do you think the more than 100,000 soldiers we lost in several battles were nothing?"
"Don't be willful. If you don't obey orders this time, I will have you detained by force!"
Suddenly standing up, Numa Seika shouted sternly at Doya, his expression resolute and unyielding.
Stunned, the woman almost burst into tears, looking at her fiancé who had never been so harsh with her before.
Hmph, you don't want me to go, right? I'm going anyway!!!
Her stubborn temper exploded completely. She had always been proud and confident, never doubted like this before. What hurt even more was that the person denying her was her beloved fiancé!
Of course, smart Doya knew that if she resisted now, she would be immediately detained. She understood Numa Seika very well and was certain of this from his expression.
So, she forced back the tears and instead put on a coquettish expression:
"Okay, okay, don't be angry. I was just joking, I'm not really going. Look at how angry you are, being so harsh with me."
Linking her arm with Numa Seika's, Doya pouted and looked aggrieved.
"Phew… it's good you're not going. Doya, I might have been too harsh just now, I apologize. But you must remember, don't try to assassinate those women. They are no longer normal humans."
Seeing that she was no longer stubborn as before, Numa Seika breathed a small sigh of relief but still felt uneasy and reminded her carefully.
"Got it, got it, I won't go!"
"All right, it's late now. Get some rest. I'll come see you again next time."
With an expression of having admitted her mistake, Doya tiptoed and gently kissed his cheek, then happily hopped out of the tent.
Watching Doya leave, Numa Seika touched the spot she had just kissed and shook his head helplessly. Sitting back down, after so many failures, he had to redeploy his strategy. Next time, he must not fail.
"Hmph! You think I'm no match for them? I'll go kill them just to prove you wrong!"
Just after leaving the tent, Doya's smile disappeared. A fierce look flashed in her turquoise eyes, and she snorted coldly in a voice only she could hear…