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Fuuka's body swayed with the gallop of her beautiful black warhorse. Her eyes filled with dark circles. However, she feared her life to be in danger because of the church placing all crimes for what happened at their party and Ryuji for awakening a demon king!
'Though it seems that my image wasn't given, but another student who already passed on. It seems that the king and duke of Grigor are worthy men. Or is it because they value that man? He who stood against a goddess and sacrificed himself to save a foreign world's kingdom.'
In the past, Fuuka didn't particularly like Ryuji Vincenzo because he seemed like the typical fuck boy, a sleazebag who just enjoyed sleeping with women and doing nothing.
Yet that impression didn't last long, maybe only the first night.
'I remember, when we all took for granted we were special or heroes. He stayed at those training grounds for hours longer, asked to enter more dungeons and even helped weaker heroes with no combat abilities. Then...'
While she was lost in thought, a woman with decent features and long blonde hair galloped towards Fuuka.
This woman was one of the trusted troops of Anne, one of her captains and oldest friend Fredricka. With long blond hair tied in a ponytail and brown eyes, she normally took over when the knights fought powerful enemies while Anne focused on the battle.
"Lady Fuuka! We are closing in on the city; soon, we will need to submit our identification. The lady's letter stated she would await us at a certain inn to inform us of the next move. Second, Princess Liana and Duchess Alice should also be with them."
Though not the strongest of the knights, Fredricka was the most versatile and flexible, able to be a vanguard, rearguard and mid-guard. No matter what Anne needed, she could cover it. That was also the cast for most of Anne's knights.
She trained them like workhorses, ranged weapons, close-ranged weapons and mid-range; each knight needed to be proficient in one from each distance and carry a special weapon ring with them inside.
The standard setup was a sword, spear and bow. Some, however, chose magic or crossbows.
If Alan was a genius in combat, then Anne was a genius at training and forming an army. Her tactics might be lacking compared to those who specialise in that skill.
However, knights trained by her would survive ten times the battles and lived, on average, five times longer than the average knight.
'My lady seems to have fallen in love with that man. However, I cannot doubt him before training and spending time beside him. The same was true for Lady Fuuka, who was gentle and kind and worked harder than most of the lazy and arrogant heroes back in the kingdom.'
In fact, Fredricka invited Fuuka to be their Assault captain in the future. She was that popular with them.
"Understood, Lady Fredricka. Do you think everything will be alright? We have many knights!" Fuuka asked in concern while their knights began to envelop themselves in an aura that protected their horses from the strain of long distances.
"Let us hurry forward, my lady!"
Fuuka nodded, and the two women increased the speed of their horses while the rest of the knights did the same.
Meanwhile, at the gat of Baltimore. A beautiful echo of well-maintained horse's hooves clapped against the distant dirt as the two old guards who allowed Asmodeus and his group inside watched them approach.
Once, even recording them in the act...
As her thoughts grew, the woman rode through the gates of Baltimore and then stopped. They reached their destination.
The servants took the horses into the stable, and the knights followed the owner into a lovely high-class inn—all of them were shocked to see Asmodeus and a demon that resembled their former lady sitting on his lap!
The pair sat together enjoying a drink; the red skin and beautiful brown hair looked glossy and divine; instead of a demon, he felt more majestic and caused the knights to kneel. They knew it was her, their master; even if they felt confused, they all knelt while Fuuka looked at the handsome prince beside her.
"Eh?"
"This..."
"Impossible!"
"My lady..."
One of the female knights, a woman in her 30s, couldn't believe the sight, although it might seem negative but to her. She knew the lady's true wish and saw the magical waves flowing from her body, so powerful they were only smaller than the man beside her. The lady they loved finally attained magic and broke her curse!
Meanwhile, Fuuka's eyes glazed over, her body slowly stumbling towards the table with her gaze locked on Asmodeus.
'No... he's more of a king, that aura, his handsome face and beautiful black hair.... with ocean blue eyes that stare into my soul and make me wish to submit and fall beneath his body.....'
"Ah?!" Fuuka gasped, realising her hand was touching his face as she snapped out of her trance, causing all the knights and even Asmodeus to look at her with a shocked gaze.
It was Fredricka who stepped forward and bowed. However, he didn't seem angry. Instead, he looked at Fuuka with a warm gaze and smiled.
"I am glad you survived. Thank you for coming here. I've always wanted to talk to you properly and also... Enjoy training with with."
The moment Fuuka heard his words, it was over. She didn't react to compliments from the travelling mercenaries and merchants who tried to flirt with her on the journey...
Yet the man she wished to fight, to train with, felt the same, causing the young lady to blush and become embarrassed.
"Ah.... Mm... Please!"
'Such a cute thing. I wonder how she can help me grow stronger.' Asmodeus thought to himself while looking at Vinea beside him, who looked at her knights in shock, a delighted glisten in her eyes as she turned to face him with a radiant smile.
"Thank you for calling them here. I know it was your plan... You never cease to amaze me and..." Her face turned to her knights, all of them looking at her and Asmodeus in a trance. "Thank you, everyone and welcome home, at my side where you all belong!"
"Anything for the Lady!" All the knights chanted in a beautiful voice. They didn't use princess because of their tact and cleverness.