20 Finding the 13th Legion

Looking down on the sword, she instantly recognized it and that confirmed that her hypothesis was right. This group was part of that army and probably still not trained properly. Otherwise, why would that man say such things, things that would have to lead him to his death? She turned her head without fear and looked at her aggressor. He was wearing a sturdy leather armor and not the usual metal armor that proved his allegiance to the 13th Legion. Meaning that as she expected, she met some recruits. Since she couldn't run away, she will have to quickly adapt and never show anything strange and unusual. At least, those scums won't be able to sense anything weird coming from her since they shouldn't have the ability to see her or talk with her normally.

While Muirnë was thinking this, the man was staring at some parts of her body with lecherous eyes.

As for the cold stare that the beauty was sending toward him, he didn't care, like he didn't care when his previous victims were sobbing and begging. At first, he was cautious, since her equipment looked good and it was highly unusual to find a pretty lady all by her own in this forest. But the numerous patch of dirt, grasses and mud that tainted her entire body showed that she had run away. And nothing here was really dangerous, at worst it would be some wolves. That's why they were here for the training.

When the rest of the 10-men squad arrived, all were wildly surprised by the beautiful girl that was captured by their companion. They had arrived here barely two weeks ago but in that short period of time, their bodies were riddled with pain and exhaustion. In a barren forest, without anything to have some fun, something like that was seen as a gift from the gods to help them release their frustration. Even the two most cowardly men were having some lustful thoughts just by looking at the broken armor. Only one thin boy was looking weirdly at her, trying to remember something. The former was still covering a huge amount of the body of the princess, but the small holes improved the imagination of the soldiers.

"Daryl, I knew you were good with women, but to find one, alone and injured, in the middle of the forest, I have to bow to you. I am sure you will share with your brothers, isn't it?"

The strongest man spoked those words filled with ridicule, but also with a naked threat. Daryl will not be able to keep her for himself, otherwise, they will do something about it. Even if the spokesman was near his forties, he was towering above the rest of them with a least a head taller. None of them dared to say anything else when he finished his talk and it was plainly obvious that he was the one in charge. The sly Daryl didn't dare to meet him head-on.

"Of course not, but since I was the first to see her and I managed to capture her, I have some rights. I will be the first to enjoy her company and of course, after that, you will have her body."

That provoked a laugh from all except a boy that separated from the group. None noticed that except Muirnë but she didn't really care. The moment they dared to think those dirty things, they were already sentenced to die. In that army, people died from far less than raping an innocent girl. She only was sad that this strong warrior will perish, he would have been a great addition. But even if he didn't take any action, he was probably the caporal of that unit and if that Daryl did something, he would have received the same punishment that his subordinate. That was how the Thirteen Legion was ruled.

The Kingdom of Massalia was surrounded on all side by enemies except the frontier with Genablum, their only ally. Even the elves were mildly hostile and the monsters coming from that forest provoked a huge number of casualties in the rank of the army. After the disappearance of the dark gods, the kingdom was weak but someone had an idea. He proposed to all the convict with a huge sentence, either a death penalty or more than twenty years in prison to earn their freedom. By fighting for the nation. It provoked a huge controversy, but in the end, and with the centuries of intense training, the 13th Legion was born. While the members of 1st and the 2nd Legion can sometimes break the law and suffer a light punishment, like by fighting in a bar and provoking a few injuries, the 13th Legion is extremely harsh.Anything more than stealing an apple would make the criminal lose his head.

Of course, if it was an accident or if it was something that couldn't be avoided, the judgment will be lightened. But on nearly all the cases, the soldier will die and his superior suffer the same fate. That's why all the 10-men squad were gripped in an iron hand, because if one made a mistake, two will die. But apparently, for those morons in training, they thought that they could escape the punishment. Muirnë still noted that the thin boy that was probably the same age as her was doing the right thing. As for asking him to seek help, she never liked snitches. That thinking made her remember the dirty mole that caused the death of all the soldiers under her command.

That furious look was seen thanks to the broken helmet but instead of scaring the lecherous bastards, it only made them wilder.

"Let me see the face of the furious girl, I just hope that after Daryl is done with you, you will maintain it. I hate when women sob and beg."

The tall soldier approached and remove the dirty helmet. After throwing it on the ground, he finally could see the delicate face of Muirnë. Her blond hair fell down just above her shoulders. The whistles coming from the soldiers were getting louder and louder and from behind, she felt a hand searching her body. She gasped after those actions and that made the surrounding men getting more and more brazen. For them, that small moan was because she was terrified and defenseless. For her, it was because the loss of her helmet led to an emptiness inside her body. Like when she recovered her sword and felt better, when she lost a part of her armor she felt worse. Also, the simple touch increased the pain she was feeling.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

The cry from the thin boy woke up everyone and all looked at him. By now, he remembered why the girl in front of him looked really familiar. Her white armor, even if it was very dirty, and her beautiful face. He already saw those a month ago. It was when he was captured after killing the assassin of his fiancé. Three people escorted a man out of the prison he was. She was accompanied by two silver knights. Later, he learned that it was the princess Murinë Gwendhir. And now, he realized that his group was trying to **** her?

"SHUT UP! Or do you want someone to find us? Because if anybody learns about what we were doing this, no one will be spared. Not you because I will make sure that everyone falls together. As for that girl, she will not survive what we will inflict to her anyway."

That ranting made by the chief of the group calmed the instincts of the rest. In their minds, for the moment, only Daryl and their boss touched the girl, so why were they caught in that? Of course, none of them will pass that golden occasion.

"But … but…"

SPANK

"Another word and you will die in this part of the forest, Capiche? You got it?"

The tall soldier unconsciously used a dialect of a region in the Republic of Avenio. Every convict received that offer, even if they were foreigners caught on their ground. Of course, only people from Massalia and Genablum will reach the position of a commandant, but strangers can accomplish enough to gain the position of a low-ranked officer. The young boy didn't dare to say anything, but he was secretly enjoying the situation. He tried to warn them with kind intentions and since no one wanted that, he hoped that they will all go to Hell.

"Well, that was nice but I don't have time. I think none of the instructors will dare to complain if I do their jobs, so farewell former member of the 13th Legion."

Right after saying this and not letting anyone recover from the shock, she grabbed with her right hand the sword hanging on her neck and use her left elbow to violently hit the stomach of Daryl. Even if she was young, she was far stronger than this bunch of scums and just that made the lustful man fly a few meters. Now holding a true sword, she sliced and slashed the entire group in front of her. In less than five seconds, from ten human beings alive, only three were still breathing. One was deeply injured and will probably die from his broken ribcage. As for the two others, they were too shocked to move.

The forty years old man stumbled while retreating. He still managed to unleash his sword, but his hands couldn't stop shaking. His prey was covered by mud and grass and this part of the forest was nearly harmless. So why such a strong woman was in that state. That doesn't make any sense. This last line of thought was still present in his mind when Muirnë beheaded him. He didn't even notice it in his state of panic. Once she was finished, she looked at the terrified boy, only to see him pointing something behind her. Turning, she saw the rapist running away. He was a little stronger than she expected.

"Stay here, don't move"

The last survivor didn't dare to even breathe after hearing this order. The princess grabbed her helmet and felt a lot better. Her hand was making her feel like she was under the hammer of a blacksmith. A terrible one, that was capable of hammering without any rest. Less than a minute later, she arrived in front of Daryl and she saw him kneel and beg for his survival. Not caring at all, she pierced his heart, granting him a merciful death. Only after all those actions, did she feel on her knees.

For a few minutes, she stayed like that. She didn't feel anything for the death of the men and it was as easy for her as drinking water. But all the blood around her was making Muirnë crazy and her hunger was tormenting her. Even at that time, in front of the corpse of the soldier, she couldn't help but desire that body. She tried to resist that terrible temptation, but only after remembering that she will soon enter a camp filled with blood, did she acknowledged her current state. After making peace with herself, Muirnë let her instinct overcome her.