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The Holy Sword Ha Yuri quietly spoke, the humiliating provocation from the previous day lingering in her mind. In her heart, she wanted nothing more than to enter beneath the castle walls and painfully end the life of the one who had uttered disrespectful words to her. However, for them, for the West, what mattered most was legitimacy and justification.

They fought for justice. They fought for humanity. There were no words more sacred than those that could package death in reverence. Humans sacrificed their lives for something greater than themselves. Even in the face of meaningless provocations, they had to ignore them for the sake of legitimacy and justification.

It was a situation where one couldn’t simply rise or move just because they were angry.

“Yes. I apologize. If you could give us a little more time…”

“The assassins?”

“There’s no opportunity. The castle walls are excessively high, and the security is strict. If we send assassins, and they happen to fail one day… we might face public condemnation.”

“Ha…”

Although Jung Wiyoung lowered his head, it was evident that the anger hadn’t subsided. Ha Yuri, without even realizing it, filled her hand with magic and struck Wiyoung’s cheek. It was a simple outburst of frustration.

A sound resembling a slap echoed as Wiyoung’s head turned, blood pooling in his mouth. However, he only lowered his head further, not uttering a word.

“It’s been a day, and we still haven’t found out anything. Do you think it’s acceptable? Find out quickly who that bastard is and where he lives! And among all these people, isn’t there a single person capable of taking his life? Useless, incompetent bastards… People who can’t do anything well… useless bastards!”

The guy who humiliated himself in front of everyone, cursing and shouting for Ha Yuri to take off her clothes or eat something disgusting, his face continued to haunt her thoughts. Unable to contain her rising anger, the Holy Sword unwittingly released magic in all directions. The impact was strong enough to send tents flying, but Wiyoung, right in front of her, also released magic to minimize the damage to the tents.

“The guys we brought from the East are all bowing their heads. There’s no record of any activity. There was one guy who mentioned he saw something similar in the Somora, but… analyzing him as a mere soldier or a secretly trained spy is also… “

“Do you think it makes sense for a mere soldier to surpass the Queens of the East and the North and give a speech on the stage?”

Magic and divine power were involuntarily emanating from her. The analysis of being a mere soldier was absurd. Even if the incident in Somora had already spread to the East, what he knew was not the amount of information a common soldier would possess. It felt like he had just recited what he had memorized in his head. If you consider this, he undoubtedly had some understanding of their situation.

Perhaps he provoked her with a calculated plan. Trying to undermine the image of the Holy Sword was undoubtedly his goal.

‘Sacred prostitute! Sacred prostitute! Sacred prostitute!’

‘I devoured them! You bastards! The entire continent knows! Eat this!’

These cries continued to resurface in her mind, making it impossible to contain her anger. Even when she tried to put them aside, her life force continued to emanate.

When she turned her head slightly, she saw a maid looking at her with an anxious expression.

“P-please spare us…”

“P-please, we beg you…”

Ha Yuri nonchalantly swung the Holy Sword.

Watching the maid crumble without a scream as blood sprayed, and seeing Wiyoung heave a sigh, it was evident that this was an unavoidable choice to cool down.

“You should be careful with such matters…”

“………………………”

When outside, one should refrain from such actions. It was clear that a mistake had been made. The thick smell of blood wafted up, but she didn’t bother thinking about how to handle it.

After all, she believed that the man in front of her would take care of everything.

“She was just a woman without any ointment. A woman who could die without consequences. A woman who roamed the city to the point of rotting. At least she had a moment of happiness, so it’s not a bad death, right?”

“I’m not talking about that. If someone else sees this…”

“Shut up.”

She spat out curses, and there was no response. Now, with a somewhat settled feeling, she felt a strange resentment that had come after the excitement had subsided. Ha Yuri opened her mouth to Wiyoung, who was looking at her with reproachful eyes.

“Come closer.”

For a moment, Wiyoung’s expression wrinkled, but Ha Yuri didn’t bother paying attention. She knew this man loved her, confirmed through numerous experiences. Although he usually maintained a stoic expression, occasionally, when she caught his gaze, she could sense the eyes that wanted to protect her, worry about her, complex emotions – all signs of love.

Similar eyes to Choi Yeonghoon. Eyes that wanted to cherish her, worry for her, complicated expressions – all were evidence that they loved her. Even when the guy a while ago provoked her, he probably unintentionally threw a challenge.

“Clearly, I told you to be careful.”

Ha Yuri didn’t respond. She just found a comfortable position at the end of the bed, spreading her legs wide. Looking at Wiyoung slowly kneeling towards her, Ha Yuri started to feel a peculiar catharsis.

The sight of him worshipping and admiring her, this sight was something she couldn’t resist.

Rather than physical pleasure, it felt like the pleasure of the mind arrived first. At the moment when the sharp excitement subsided a bit, a strange feeling of euphoria arrived. Seeing Wiyoung bury his face in her skirt, she felt a rush of pleasure beyond the physical, to the point that her body stood erect.

“Haa…”

A strange sound escaped quickly.

As Wiyoung continued exploring her, driven more by a lack of enthusiasm than anything else, Ha Yuri uttered another word.

“Love me? Haa… I do. I love you too. So, so much.”

No response was heard. However, seeing him diligently exploring her, her body began to tremble little by little. Eventually, a light climax came.

Ha Yuri raised her head towards the sky, pressing Wiyoung’s head into her lap.

“Hu… haa…”

With suppressed moans echoing for a while, when Ha Yuri finally released the head she had been pressing down, Wiyoung immediately rose to his feet. Seeing him with such a content expression after the task was done strangely pleased her.

“Good job. Quickly gather information about that guy and report as soon as possible. Once this is all over, I’ll grant you at least one thing you desire. Sound good? Huh?”

“I will do my best.”

It was a brief moment, but there was a sense of relief. This man’s demeanor made her feel good. It was like dirtying a pristine canvas. She anticipated waiting for three days with a slightly more comfortable mindset.

A feeling that the outside had become quite tumultuous crept in. Slowly rising to her feet, just in case it might be an attack, she couldn’t help but notice that the situation was unexpectedly flowing in a different direction.

“I will survey the situation.”

Nodding, yet an unexplainable unease continued to spread.

“Turn your heads!”

“All troops are not facing the castle wall!”

“I said all troops are not facing the castle wall!”

The raucous noises from outside made Ha Yuri unable to wait any longer, and she rushed out to check the castle wall. However, what reflected in her sight was none other than her own figure.

“………………..”

– Sacred prostitute!

The moment she saw the guy parading naked along the castle wall, her expression contorted. Looking around, she noticed that the entire army, including the Holy Knights, was deliberately avoiding her gaze.

“Huahahaahahahat!”

“Sacred prostitute! Sacred prostitute!”

From atop the castle wall, the guys from the North and East continued to mock her with exact gestures and expressions.

“Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!”

“That’s right! True!”

While the soldiers from the West were carefully avoiding her gaze, those from the South stood motionless, gazing at the castle wall. The successor, the so-called frog, was the same. The feeling of wanting to cut off his head right away overwhelmed her. Looking at him drooling, it became increasingly heated.

– I am your idol Ha Yuri!

Raising two fingers and striking a ridiculous pose, the guy continued to mockingly flaunt himself. To examine him more closely, Ha Yuri infused her vision with magic and began to sense a familiar magic surrounding him.

In a moment of realization, he seemed very similar to the guy she saw yesterday.

No, it was him. Upon closer inspection, there were some differences, but it was undoubtedly him.

Inside her mind, a burning sensation, to the point of wanting to cut off his head right away. Seeing him drooling, the heat intensified.

– Everyone, please look at me! Hehehe! This is the real face of Ha Yuri!

“ ……………… ”

A peculiar silence continued to linger. Unintentionally infusing magic into the Holy Sword, when Ha Yuri felt her trembling hand, a comforting touch grasped it. It was Wiyoung, who had returned after examining the situation.

“I suggest leaving the control of the Holy Knights and Western forces to me. It would be better for you to go inside.”

“Identify… his whereabouts… and when the battle starts… no matter what… do whatever it takes to bring him back here, alive.”

“Leave it to me.”

Ha Yuri nodded vaguely and entered the tent in a rage. To possess a unique ability that could alter one’s body—she had never heard of such a thing. It didn’t seem highly formidable, but its utility was extraordinary. Without a doubt, the guy was raised in the East. War was not only awaited by them but by others as well.

“Aaahhh!”

Screaming, she smashed everything inside the makeshift tent, but naturally, her anger didn’t dissipate.

She was on the verge of tearing him apart. No, she wanted to break down the castle walls right away, thrust her sword into his entire body, and make sure to bring him back here, alive, no matter what the cost.

Ha Yuri should be sacred. The Holy Sword Ha Yuri should be above all, always in a revered position. That he dared to present himself like that was an unforgivable act.

‘I’ll kill him. You bastard. Dog-like son of a bitch. I’ll personally kill you.’

Such pure rage toward a single human being was something she hadn’t felt since the former commander, Choi Yeonghoon.

Everyone in the West adored her. Her ability to transform her body was an unknown power she possessed. It didn’t seem highly useful, but it held tremendous potential. Without a doubt, that guy was the key. Waiting for war was not limited to them alone.

“Waaahh!”

Shrieking, she smashed everything inside the makeshift tent, but naturally, her anger didn’t dissipate.

‘I’ll kill him. Bastard. Dog-like son of a bitch. I’ll personally kill you.’

Such pure rage toward a single human being was something she hadn’t felt since the former commander, Choi Yeonghoon.

Everyone in the West adored her. Her ability to transform her body was an unknown power she possessed. It didn’t seem highly useful, but it held tremendous potential. Without a doubt, that guy was the key. Waiting for war was not limited to them alone.

Ha Yuri was sanctified. The Holy Sword Ha Yuri should be above all, always in a revered position. That he dared to present himself like that was an unforgivable act.

She began to calm herself while putting on her mask.

“Huuh….”

Thinking of the sweetness that would come later made her endure the current wrath. Ha Yuri walked out of the tent again with an indifferent expression, and she started talking to Wiyoung, who was looking at her with a worried expression.

“For the upcoming battle, I’ll talk to the Southern King. Please…”

“I understand. I will request a meeting.”

Until the guys below the castle walls were blown away, time was running out. Ha Yuri smiled, and Wiyoung lowered his head.