Chapter 138 A promise worth a thousand pieces of gold is a battle; the cavalry dispersed like a tidal wave. ...
A promise kept is a promise; the cavalry dispersed like a tidal wave.
Both sides stepped forward, one on horseback and one on foot. There were no mountains or forests to be seen, only king against king and sword against sword.
The wind howled across the plains, and Eleanor, sword in hand, felt a fleeting pleasure as her hair brushed against her eyelashes.
It turns out that when you are strong enough, your aversion to battle will quietly dissipate as your fear disappears, leaving behind a sense of confident pleasure.
The life-or-death battles of the generals ended very early on Earth, basically becoming embellishments in the novel's story, used to describe to readers the "grand" war of honesty, integrity, and aristocratic demeanor.
She believed that the rules of combat would end later on the Moonlit Continent, because the combat power of the noble bloodline was far superior to that of ordinary people.
As long as noble bloodlines exist and no heavy machine guns or other weapons that would end the cavalry era appear, it may continue indefinitely.
But this was the first time she had personally experienced such a battle, risking two lives to replace the endless damage to everyone else—it felt really good.
I will win, and then protect everyone I want to protect, and everyone you want to protect.
Knock knock, knock knock.
The war drums beat continuously as they drew near to each other, for her and for her.
When the two leaders paused and faced each other with swords, the drumming also stopped involuntarily, leaving only the quiet north wind and heavy breathing.
Long time no see, Attila.
Eleanor spoke in her heart words that only she knew.
She will never forget that sleepless, cold night.
I was suddenly awakened from the warm embrace of my lover, only to learn that a terrible princess had led her iron cavalry across the border and was besieging the city.
Many died in their war, becoming her unspeakable nightmare.
This shadow lingered in my heart, bringing little comfort even after I "personally" killed the other person.
Hmm...
Attila frowned. Her eyesight was excellent; at this distance, she could clearly see the enemy.
Eleanor... a name almost synonymous with legend, and everyone who mentions her lavishes praise upon her.
But for the "enemy," the only thing that matters is combat capability.
She is incredibly strong, ridiculously strong.
The tremor didn't lie; Attila's instincts and reason screamed in her mind, urging her to run away as fast as she could.
This is not an enemy you can handle!
How is that possible?
She raised her long sword high, refusing to believe such a foolish conclusion.
It wasn't just out of basic self-confidence; the moment Princess Norana politely raised her longsword in salute and launched her charge, a few fragments were swept into her hazy memories.
That's grassland too... no, maybe it's in Nolana.
Bushes, more vegetation, a more beautiful Princess Eleanor, and—and another successful ambush.
No, stop fooling yourself!
The roar in his mind rang out again, and Attila quickly raised his longsword to parry.
Clang!
A sickening scraping sound flew past my ear, instantly shaving off a lock of hair from my sideburns.
What incredible strength!
Attila had no time to reflect; he quickly spurred his horses to create distance.
That was a miscalculation. We should have used a spear instead of trying to finish the battle quickly by using a longsword.
She grimaced inwardly, never expecting Princess Nolana to possess such monstrous strength, which almost caused her to drop her weapon.
Damn it, even Andra couldn't do that, could he?
"Oh."
A soft laugh suddenly reached her ears.
Attila's pupils contracted. It was Eleanor smiling. The princess's eyes and brows were gentle as water, and even her laughter carried a warm temperature.
But her sword was cold.
Crack.
The sword flashed, its cold light piercing through the internal organs.
"Attila of Hertuya".
She heard someone speaking above her; the sunlight was too intense, only outlining Eleanor's dazzling silhouette.
"I have avoided your heart; are you now willing to submit to me?"
Why...why are there such arrogant people?
If it weren't for the damage to her organs and the long sword stuck inside her body, Attila would have laughed heartily.
Tears of reason welled up in her eyes, and her lips parted slightly: "You...are dreaming."
"Is that so? Is this your choice?"
The princess's response seemed like a sigh, yet also like some kind of predetermined confirmation.
She thought Eleanor would list her crimes before she died, such as poisoning her mother and queen, or any other fabricated offenses.
But no, Eleanor's sword stroke was gentle, carrying the lingering trace of a strong man's compassion as it lightly grazed her neck.
"It is difficult for people to change their fate. I hope that one day we will no longer have to kill each other."
What does this mean?
Attila couldn't understand the enemy's whispers at all. Eleanor seemed to pity her, but why bring "us" into it if she was being pitied?
That's just fake compassion.
She wanted to refute, but the sword's edge arrived first, causing her head to leap high into the air.
The fragmented illusions vanished like reflections in water, and in that brief moment, Attila seemed to see a raging inferno. And among the many figures roaring in the center of the flames, he was one of them.
She once wanted to burn Aguno alive, and if that was the consequence of her sins, it wouldn't matter much.
No, that's not it.
She felt her consciousness fall lightly into a river of blood as her head fell, making a "thud" sound.
So that's how it is... a change of fate... huh?
Arrogant princess, I long to fight you again... with all my might.
"Phew..." Eleanor let out a long sigh and slowly sheathed her sword under everyone's watchful eyes.
She bowed her head in silent mourning for a few seconds, then dismounted, picked up the fallen head from the ground, and handed it to her adjutant, asking her to pass it on to the general opposite.
Throughout this smooth sequence of events, Hetuya's cavalry remained frozen in place, as if petrified.
Princess Norlana only picked up the crown from the ground after the other side had taken the head and the body, and then tossed it at Andra like a tree branch.
Everyone could see her indifference. If it weren't for the dignity of the Hetuya royal family, she would probably have laughed and tossed it out, saying, "Do you want it? Suckling."
......
The war in Hetuya ended very quickly; many people had just learned of Aguno's death when Attila was defeated.
Originally, another princess was supposed to participate in the war, but Alisa and her followers vanished like snowflakes into the sea of clouds on the sacred mountain.
Such cowardly behavior was despised by all the tribal leaders, and naturally, the princess lost her right to inherit the throne.
Of course, Attila, who died, was also quite famous; the fact that he wiped out his entire family is quite remarkable.
Her life-or-death struggle, in which she was killed by Eleanor in "one" or "two" moves, has been passed down by word of mouth by many and will likely be recorded in history books.
Fortunately, Princess Eleanor is powerful enough that she shouldn't be laughed at too much in the future.
In all sorts of rumors, the name "Princess Eleanor" has appeared far too many times.
"Does Princess Eleanor also wish to inherit the throne of King Hetuya?"
"No, no, no, she looks down on Hetuya."
【"ah?"】
"I heard she's going to marry King Hetuya."
......
Such jokes were quickly overshadowed by another bombshell news: Nolana and Hetuya announced an alliance, one of the prerequisites for which was that the Nolana princess would marry the Hetuya king.
Is this even possible?
Those who wanted to send their children to Princess Norlana or the Hetuya harem were stunned.
Moreover, Princess Eleanor has publicly stated that "I will only have one queen and one child." Does this mean that King Hetuya will be that one and only queen?
The nobles did not believe such a strange thing could happen, yet Princess Eleanor did indeed enter the realm of Hetuya with His Majesty Andra, and was even more like the ruler of Hetuya than the King of Hetuya.
"She possesses an extremely unique charm; she can attract everyone's attention simply by standing there!"
"Oh...that warrior also possesses admirable character and captivating eloquence."
"I always felt she was a familiar old friend, not a stranger."
Regardless of whether they had business dealings before, the leaders quickly accepted their master and believed that Hetuya would do better and better under her leadership.
Time flew by, and Agunau was officially buried on the holy mountain, less than seven days before Andra's coronation ceremony.
Compared to the charming and eloquent Princess Nolana, this emperor seems to have lost the boldness of his youth and has become somewhat silent.
Her loss of interest in drinking and merrymaking with others, and even her allowing Princess Eleanor to socialize with the royal guards, was a truly unsettling sign.
Many nobles wanted to speak with her in private, but Andra would close her tent doors at night and refuse to see anyone.
Was she really sleeping?
At least not today.
Andra quietly bypassed the sentry post and came to the lakeside alone.
She took off her clothes and immersed her legs in the cold lake water.
"...Hoo," she closed her eyes, letting the lake water submerge the back of her head.
Finally, it's quiet.
What exactly are those auditory and visual hallucinations?
Give me back Eleanor!
Damn auditory hallucinations, Eleanor belongs to me, and she won't go anywhere but by my side!
Kill her...kill her, then bring her back!
"call......"
Andra buried her head even deeper; the symptoms had worsened since she returned to Hertuya.
Don't get too close to Eleanor until you're fully recovered.
Splash!
Suddenly, I heard the sound of water behind me, and the splashing water on my shoulder sent a shiver down my spine.
Andra quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding a pair of arms. But the arms paused for a moment, then pounced on her without hesitation, wrapping their arms tightly around her.
"Eleanor, don't scare me."
After she finished speaking, she bit her tongue helplessly to prevent herself from uttering nonsense.
"You're still going to get scared?"
The water surface rose and fell with Eleanor's splashing movements as she splashed water while grinning mischievously.
Her lover childlikely wrapped his arms around her shoulders and shook her gently, whispering in her ear, "Have you been feeling down lately? Don't worry, I'll always be there for you."
Give it back to me!
Andra shook her head silently. Sad? A little, but not obviously. She would have ignored it if Eleanor hadn't brought it up.
"Oh? Not sad? Then what are you worried about? You don't even want to come to the banquet. Could it be that you have objections to the engagement?"
Eleanor nestled into her arms like a big bird, the lake water making the two of them cling together intimately.
【The engagement...our marriage—】
The hallucination in my mind went cold, and then suddenly erupted.
[Never, ever, ever be deactivated!]
Splash—
With his wet hair covering his eyes, the strong young man leaped up and forcefully pushed his lover into the lake.
You must never leave me, not even death can separate us.
No one can take you away from me, not even a god!
Boom boom boom.
The sound of water roared in his ears, but the woman in the water was no longer the frail little princess; her neck was not easy to pinch! With a thrust of his arm, Andra's gripping action was instantly broken.
Splash!
The water obediently gave way, and the tall young man flipped and leaped out of the water.
"Hahaha."
She treated the life-or-death crisis as a joke between lovers, and even "Andra" became infatuated with her smile.
While her petite figure is certainly adorable, if she had a choice, she would naturally prefer her lover to be energetic, healthy, and happy.
She's smiling.
Even though their bodies are different, she is still his Eleanor...
"My turn!"
Eleanor, completely unlike "Eleanor," grabbed "Andra's" shoulders and pushed her into the water, her soft lips impatiently pressing against the wrong spot.
Gold and red alternated in the pupils, the peace of darkness and the fear of water at dusk repeatedly covered each other, and finally melted away completely in the gentle touch.
Andra closed his eyes as he struggled between his limbs and the air.
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Author's note: Attila: Never mind, it's not my fault. I was evenly matched with Andra, it's just that Eleanor was too strong.
Andra: What are you babbling about? I could take you down in two moves.
Eleanor: You guys are having a great time! Come on, come on! (slaps the water)
[Flattery] Eleanor used to be so cute that many people wanted to joke with her, but now only Andra can barely take a joke with her.
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