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really wanted to kill him.. He raised his eyes to his men with pride and respect as he said: 

We are not children playing!..we have a mission and it must be carried out!, no matter how dangerous or deadly it is! This is our damned duty!

 If you want to come back, go back! And my words are directed to everyone, whoever wants to go, let him go, but do not stay with me, and you are trembling like women!!”

 

said one of the knights as he pointed his spear on his shoulder:

"Commander, there is only one woman among us".

 

They all burst out laughing, even the captain laughing heartily with them.

The Vice Commander was hated among them, so he knew, that no one would help him and cast healing magic on him. He wiped his blood with his white cloak, looking at his only friend, who was dying and shivering in a lake of his blood.

One hit, the horse's skull was smashed, and its brain components were scattered all over.

 

Pence closed his eyes from their laughter. He didn't care about this sarcasm. He knew they were making fun of him all the time, everywhere and making fun of him in the face like now.

He was used to it. However, being mocked, and throwing yourself into the arms of death, are two completely different things.

 

They were all stupid. Goofs. And the most stupid of them was their leader. Pence Meyer was well aware of this.

 That is why he asked them to come back. In fact, he could feel the eyes of a gigantic beast quietly observing them right in front of them, as if waiting for them to come.

 

 That's why he was scared to death. If he told them they would laugh at him again. His job was to see illusions. As the leader prefers to say. The commander's speech was a mass of lies. If the deputy commander had returned, he would have cut off his head in a fleeting moment, an example to others. His leader was ruthless. 

 

However. Pence knew , that no one would return from this place. It was a task assigned to them by the Holy Emperor . Some may find pride in this or perhaps honor, and glory. However, Pence Meyer had no interest in the alleged glory. How can murder become worthwhile?! If he was defending the homeland, Pence would have fought while feeling the highest glory. The country is not here...

 

Pence watched his horse until he died. For a moment he wanted to cry over his horse. He was like a brother and friend to him. What is the sin committed by his friend? So he dies this way. He thought he would soon catch up with his friend. He had no doubts about it. He realized, at first sight, that he would not come back alive with this leader.

 

  If the leader had reviewed some of the ancient manuscripts, he would have found that heroes have vanished and evaporated in this land.

- "Oh, Commander!"

The leader turned to one of his followers and said:

- "What? What is there?"

 

The man raised his arm, and pointed his finger silently forward. The captain looked ahead , narrowing his eyes, and in a moment widened in astonishment. The leader laughed heartily, as if he could not believe what he saw with his eyes. Turning to his deputy, he said, forgetting what he had done: 

"Is this real? I don't believe it. It's a joke. It's a joke. This is definitely an illusion, isn't it?!"

 

His deputy shook his hand.

-" Real.. you are afraid of this place, and you are a hundred great men. Shame. Follow me!"

 

He slapped his horse's rear hard, making the horse squawk, as if crying out in pain. The horse galloped forward like an arrow. His band followed him laughing, leaving behind the deputy commander, who was walking on his feet, mumbling, to his wife, whom he had married two months before.

 

But he did not know that he would be a hero after this day.

-3-

The commander, and his knights, stopped in front of the thing that had made them laugh so far.

She was a beautiful woman, standing like a statue in the middle of the road or the place that was a road in the old days.

She was dressed in a full suit of shiny ornate golden armor. Which has been professionally made, like a masterpiece of great beauty.

 Hanging below her stomach, a crimson cloth, rectangular in shape, reaching just below her knees. She had two swords on either side of her side; In golden sheaths studded with sparkling jewels.

 

Behind her, a scarlet cloak fluttered, on which was engraved a ten-headed golden star.

She was in her late twenties, with long chestnut hair hanging down her back. She folded her arms over her chest, her eyes closed.

 

They stared at her in a mixture of astonishment, admiration and amazement. She was of outstanding beauty, and her golden armor, glowing and shining in the sun like treasures. However, the captain quickly recovered from his stupor, and smiled mockingly at her gaudy clothes.

 Which he had never seen.

 

It looked really luxurious. Even a Sacred Emperor wouldn't be able to wear like her. However, to the commander, it was excessively decorative in appearance, and of little use on the battlefield.

The woman was standing bravely in these lonely ruins. The problem, however, was that it was a woman. If he was a man, he would be admired and praised. The commander hated women warriors, and loathed them fiercely. 

 

As he insisted that the woman's place is in her home. in her kitchen. To fulfill the desires and requests of men. Instead of doing men's work. Turning to his followers, he said with frank irony:

"Look at her, she is by herself, and no one is with her. That is true courage."

 

He burst out laughing loudly in his heart. Then he looked back at her and said:

"You woman. You should go home, or go to a prom in these clothes.. Maybe you've found a good bride for you. Damn, the The Dreaded Mikur was right, I made armor for fighting, not for a prom.. Now I get what he meant."

 

“Eyyy!!”

One of the men, who turned out to be the deputy commander who had arrived late, shrieked with a vile shriek, stared at the woman with eyes as wide as saucers. In a fleeting moment, he slipped through them, and fled on his feet. 

 Then everyone burst into laughter at this scene, which they had never seen from the Vice Commander before. And they all thought that a vice-captain would not suit him to be a man.

 

"Maybe it was a woman who had the shape of a man!"

 

So one of them said, which increased their laughter.

The commander did not care about his deputy, the woman who was whining on the run. And he wanted to make the woman tremble before him, so that she might know the difference between her and men like himself. 

 

 Perhaps he will strip her after that, so that she will return humiliated and humiliated to her despicable kitchen, and she will never come out of it. 

 

 Of course, after they have a little fun with her, this beauty cannot slip from their hands, without paying them their manly dues. Especially in this barren place.

 The great commander had to reward his loyal knights. This woman wasn't the first, and she won't be the last. Such was the reality of the world.

The strong take it all, and the weak weep under their feet. And he began to wonder to himself as he stared at her: What sound will she make of that ? And Russo 's sparring set to work.

-" you !!"

The commander shouted in a loud, sharp tone filled with strength. His strong, roaring cries were enough to terrify the enemies on the battlefield, make the mightiest men tremble, and the children weep.

  However, the woman, as she was, did not care about him as if she was asleep.

 

 The commander narrowed his eyes, and stared at them contemptuously from under his thick eyebrows. How dare you ignore me . And this insult, which he had never been accustomed to. He spat on her golden shield. He looked around her. Sweet and graceful, she must be prettier under these things.. But, why doesn't this damn woman answer? 

 

"Woman, I am Russo . Commander of the Sun Corps!! Introduce yourself? .. I speak to you as a woman !!"

 

The woman answered without opening her eyes. In a disgusted voice she said:

"Oh, this musty stench!. Don't you know the word shower? There's no doubt that this is your natural smell.. rotten creatures!.. you never learn. So what do you want? Will you tell me, you spitting carrion?"

 

 The commander's face was distorted with extreme anger, as no enemies dared to speak to him in such a despicable manner, let alone a woman. He thought that he would cut off her neck at that moment, as atonement for what she had said. However, he

 

needed information about her before that. He grimly said : 

-"What a rude, disrespectful woman you are. You must introduce yourself first of all. Then tell me what a woman does alone in this place? What is the story of these funny clothes you're wearing?!".

  The woman sighed and said softly:

-"The same questions every time. It's been two hundred years, and you still ask the same questions. Well. Every time I insist that you answer my questions, therefore, I think I'll answer you, though I don't understand why I say my name to dead bodies."

 

 The captain smiled as if he had heard a funny joke and said:

"Cadavers? Us? Don't tell me you're going to do it? That would be too scary!"

 

The wind blew, and the dust scattered.

The woman's cloak behind her fluttered like a gigantic fire. Everyone held their breath as the woman looked like a great hero.

 

"My name is Blander, one of the founders of the Clan of Vintos , one of the great leaders , and loyal servant of Emperor LINIAS Vintos , ruler of the great fortress of Vintos . And this land belongs to the Emperor."

 

-"What, are you mad?! What are you saying. This is the kingdom of Verna . What you say is ridiculous, and who is this LINIAS Vintos !"

  Blander opened her eyes.

"A petty person like you does not deserve to know!"

  After those words, after which she did not say anything, she only opened her eyes. Screams erupted from the warriors, and the horses squawked frantically.

 

- " Devil . Satan . It's Satan !!. Prepare for battle!!"

The soldiers cried.

They quickly turned around, holding swords in their hands. Some drew their bows, some raised their wands, muttering strange words.

 

The captain jumped off his horse, smashing the ground under his feet, saying:

"These eyes do not belong to humans."

 

Blander 's eyes were all as black as the night sky. She looked like a black jewel placed inside her socket, and in the middle of that pitch black, a crimson dot like the fire of a dancing candle.

Blander moved those two scarlet dots to the people around her, like a wild beast staring at its prey. Every time she stares at one of her eyes, the person freezes in place from the intensity of fear.

Even the horses themselves retreat in fright, from those