(Border between Abram region of Ferelden kingdom Dioral Kingdom)
After killing several more men, Lyla hears a sound of galloping. A horse stops before her. The man who unmounts from the horse is large with a large bastard sword on his back.
He looks around at corpses everywhere.
"Baronet Huss!" The enemies call him.
"Oh, a woman. With those thin arms, you are not fit to be an knight. That large sword? Such a thing, even it is smaller than my sword, can you really lift it up."
"But baronet, she is the one who killed..." A knight warns him.
"Shut up, coward! To cower in front of a woman."
Even though it is said with a heavy intimidating air, Lyla completely ignores the man.
The large man is disregarded, everyone’s attention is on Lyla.
Seemingly unable to endure it, the man’s face is flushed and grabs the hilt of a huge sword corresponding to his huge body.
"You bitch, don’t ignore me!"
Ignoring the man yet again, Lyla turns again towards her master who is far away.
"If you draw your weapon, I will kill. Choose. Obediently withdraw, or die."
"You bitch……!"
Spitting out lines that seems perfectly provocative, the battlefield becomes noisier in a very different way from before.
The large man’s name is a noble ranked Baronet. In accordance with his appearance he is strong, short tempered, uncouth, and is recognised as competent. He got along with young men and gives out honest advice as well.
"Though I thought I’d teach you about the harsh reality, in a little while, I’ll make it so that you won’t be able to move~~! "
Saying so, baronet pulls out his bastard sword and grasps it with both hands in an instant.
Slipping along the ground, Lily's broad sword is swung, from bottom to top.
The sword that moves faster than anyone’s words stop above baronet’s head.
Silence falls. Though it feels like an eternity, a short time later, changes happened.
" Uu.."
The baronet groans, the last sound he ever made.
His right hand is severed at the wrist, leaving the spine intact, he is cut open from groin to head.
The great sword falls, body pitching forward and collapsing, His blood and entrails spilled out.
"Captain!"
Several men who seems to be underlings of the baronet run up to his corpse, but no one faced Lyla.
They are purely puzzled of Lyla’s power.
A disagreeable-looking man walks to her with several armed men, probably knights.
"Bitch. You killed a lot of our knights!"
Coming to his senses, the man struck with a broadsword larger than Lyla's. With his good physique, it is a good slash, Lyla evaluates disinterestedly.
However, it does not connect.
The slash is easily avoided by a slight movement of the head, Lyla is already facing the man’s back. Lyla hits the back of the man’s knee with her toes, when he drops to his knee, she grabs his jaw and the back of his head and twists.
A damp, unpleasant sound is heard.
Lyla smoothly steps forward towards the man's comrades, her hand on his broadsword.
Another man immediately takes out a small knife from the cuff of his raised arm, and instantly swings downwards at Lyla.
However, she is no longer there. He tries desperately to turn towards Lyla, who is already behind him, but to no avail.
The separated left arm and head fall to the ground, followed by the rest of the body.
Though Lyla is about to pull out the cloth tucked in her chest armour, with a single shake of the sword, the blood is cleared off, without a trace remaining.
The nearest man leaps at Lyla. In a single movement, she draws her sword and slices his body.
Two more men attacks her but she overpowers them with the large sword.
The viscount and another two baron who lead the expedition watch while starting to discuss among themselves.
"That woman... The fighting style.... That broad sword.... Are familiar."
"Yes. Her fighting style reminds me of someone..."
".....Duke David Lassic... The strongest man in Ferelden."
The men observe helplessly as as Lyla is killing the men who jump at her.
**"
Denerim Royal Palace, King's Chamber
Two men are on the luxurious bed.
"Ahh.." Zevran Aranai moans.
Huh...today I love you ..sorry, I feel so good!" Cailan Theirin yells.
The king of Ferelden is shaking his muscular hips like an idiot, moving his hips with the slender man, Zevran. Zevran, the pretty guy couldn't even take his breath because Cailan is kissing him so hard, which makes his vision blurry. Still, Zevran could tell it feels disgusting good. Everything Cailan did to his ass felt so good.
If it is a girl, she would have been conceived in one shot. Cailan might have destroyed her.
And yet, that slender but sturdy man, Zevran is the one receiving this treatment. Zevran, the beautiful man in front of the king, the one he has been so into, gives out manly shrieking while manly king barks while their hips moving like piston.
The two man end their beastly sex with fierce moanings.
Minutes later, Zevran Aranai, a pirate comes out of the king's chamber with just pant. He is about to put on his upper shirt when Anora faces him.
Zevran makes a gentlemanly gesture and charming smile as if to flirt with her.
The composed Anora just turns her face away as if to avoid looking at something disgusting.
"Hahaha."
Zevran Aranai just walks away nonchalantly.
Anora furrows her eyebrows and clenches her delicate fists.
It has been four years since she was forced to marry King Cailan Theirin, the ruler of Ferelden.
Her husband had only slept with her three times and during their sex, Anora realized that the King was not that into her alluring body. She lost her virginity and has sex with the king for two more occasions before she discovered the king's real nature.
King Cailan Theirin is into men and has male lovers.
Zevran, the man who leads a pirate group is her husband's lover.
It has been four years since Anora had sex but that is not the worst thing. The worst thing is she has to endure such disgusting sex between man that frequently occurs during her presence.
The king does not only ignore her, he even does not care whether she is here or stay elsewhere.
This is a nightmarish marriage but she has to pretend everything is normal to protect her pride.
