'Will you not reply, Kayne?'
Alexander stepped through the stunned warriors and worried militia.
He would gently stroke the hair of any woman he dealt with and ruffle the hair of the males he turned into Vrykul and their wives.
They all watched him, like a champion, like their king, as he walked with a tall back and broad shoulders as if the enemy of over 30,000 existences were Nothing.
His mere presence and actions restored a slither of confidence in the broken morale of the damned warriors of Selmot.
[Why do you not flee... This cannot be won, even by you!]
Finally, the reply came as Alexander stepped on the central bastion and rampart.
'How can I flee when there are women I love here? Leaving them to die without even trying isn't something I can do.'
[Ah... Why are you always like this...]
'Hmmm?'
[Nothing... It's just...]
He could tell how worried and worn Kayne was just from the voice, tired, depleted, as if his hope was gone causing his anger to fade; instead, he wanted to know more.
'This wasn't supposed to happen, was it?'
There was a moment of silence as he slowly approached his cute princess; her eyes were focused, trying to look confident like him. She wanted to be a pillar of support, but he could see it clearly; her eyes were filled with terror.
The moment she saw his face, that terror vanished.
A radiant smile sprouted, matching the morning sunlight peaking through the window.
"My Prince!" Qilana almost shouted.
She seemed to look regretful because the moment she did, he was no longer her prince but all the women present.
Zilna looked at him with a broken and fragile facade.
Listrea was a little clueless but looked at him with complete confidence, this woman wasn't yet his Vesta, but her eyes showed more faith and trust than his most loyal Anna and Venri.
As if she believed he would make a miracle.
[It's my little Saphira... She's hurt...]
His steps halted momentarily before moving closer to Qilana as if each step was a death knell for himself and the women who would follow him.
Alexander didn't act like his usual self.
Instead, he knelt on one knee to his princess.
"My princess, there is no chance of victory if we fight here."
'Was it them? Or their master?'
"!?"
"!!!"
Many were shocked by his words, hoping that Alexander would have some magical plan to save the day, he carried them so far, yet his eyes didn't seem resigned to die, nor did he look in panic or fear.
It wasn't very clear to the women as they watched him speak with their princess.
"Then what would you have me do, surrender and offer my head?" Qilana wasn't angry but spoke like she should, as the princess of Sarian.
Not Alexander's lover.
He shook his head, the metal grieves and sabatons on his feet clanging, as his body shifted, a warm smile on his face as he looked up at the slightly concerned princess.
"Do you want to survive, want to win?" He asked, with a charming but faint voice.
"Of course! But the cost..." She exclaimed, leaving her throne, both tails swaying wildly, her silver-black ears twitching.
Alexander spread his arms, looking at her affectionately before his next words caused the poor princess to collapse into her small throne.
"Then use me."
-
Meanwhile, Venri and Katrin were collecting various weapons, items and useful things from the travelling merchants that were sadly trapped in Selmot after the assault began.
Hidden crossbows, daggers, poison vials, and firebombs were all they could afford.
Finally, they managed to find something, the price was unreasonable, but 3 scrolls lined up on the merchant's table.
[Absolute Barrier Wall]
Venri quickly reached for the scroll, but the merchant stopped her.
"Little lady, those scrolls are expensive, 1,200 coins each."
Her hands trembled; despite being given a huge amount of money by Alexander.
She knew he also gave the princess money each day since they met, saying that if anything happened, she could flee with the troops and start again.
'Master, these will help you. Help you fulfil your goal, right?'
"Tell me what they do, the exact effects, and I'll buy them!" She snarled with a coin sack larger than the merchants.
Which caused him to change his attitude and body to straighten up instantly.
"Apologies, I didn't expect such a rich little warrior..."
Instead of speaking, he placed a parchment on the table, the wares he was selling pushed to the side like garbage.
- Absolute Barrier Wall (Sacred)
Creates a barrier of holy energy that prevents anyone from crossing for 7 days.
The maximum length is 5,000 metres.
Can withstand all attacks below the Divine level.
"I'll take all three!"
Venri didn't waste time, as she tossed the bag with just over 4,000 coins inside as started to take the small items, mostly first aid potions or antivenom, little things that might help.
The merchant didn't care, as those items and the scrolls could never match 4,000 coins.
She didn't even stop speaking as she rushed away to meet with Katrin, who was dealing with the northern merchants.
As she dashed into the distance, the old merchant's figure changed, to a familiar old man, before he nodded to the cute girl.
"Pleasure doing business with you, little lady! Good luck..."
"This is the limit I can interfere with, stupid boy..."
"You might be undying... But I'm not... That goddess is scary...!" His voice was quite pleasant as his figure faded.
Before, she suddenly wondered where that old man had come from, but when she turned back, it was too late; he had vanished.
-
Back on the wall, the princess wrapped both arms around Alexander's body, her posture and attitude seeming to no longer care about looking like a princess as she wailed and cried.
"I won't allow it!" She yowled with a broken voice.
"You won't go... that's an order from your wife, your princess!"
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