VIIIth Century, year 63, Brumáire. Day 20. In the Florenz Kingdom.

Emilia was totally fatigued, she barely possessed the strength to hold her sword, the feeling caused by the fatigue of her mana was as if there was an emptiness inside her.

"Oh mother of earth hear my call-"

The interruption of the magic chant was caused by a buildup of blood in his mouth, it was the penalty suffered for trying to use some magic without the necessary amount of mana to do so. Emilia slightly raised her hand to her mouth so she could wipe it there, her blood was as dark as the veil of night, this was serious, very serious, probably the cause of this was that her blood had merged with her mana flow.

His frustrated, but attempt to proclaim some spell again, even without mana caused a gigantic another gigantic penalty to his body.

His desperate attempt to use some magic that could at least intimidate his opponent was comical, that even could barely intimidate the Lady of War, lacking the precision and strength needed to cause any scratch to her armor. It was like child's play.

On the other side Hans continued to stare at the reports in front of him, even with his deduction working to the maximum, he couldn't get a valid answer as to why this group was defending a lost cause. Maybe loyalty?

Being a few Li away from the center of the capital, it was smarter to slowly pull back leaving troops to buy time. But this decision, of a final battle is something with waste senselessness that it bothered him, making him look at all the news brought by the messengers in the battlefield.

Emilia, continued to place her hope in his majesty, that last request of hers kept echoing in her mind. She would cling to this last hope like someone who fell into the sea and only had a lifesaver to help herself.

For her, hope continued to burn in her small heart.

Emilia tried this time to advance with her sword, appointed it fixedly in the war lady chest, but this time the War Lady held her hand in mid-attack and squeezed her arm.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Emilia screamed in pain, kneeling before the War Lady, who continued to squeeze her arms. The force used by the War Lady was that high, that Emilie arm where being crushed, made his muscles begin to melt, like ice in a hot fire, causing the ligaments that hold the muscles to the skeleton to spill like droplets of bran. With each moment War Lady crushed his arm more and more strongly, causing a mixture with Emilie bone, skin and muscules that was bathed in Emilia's blood.

It was a ridiculously scene, it could no longer be considered an arm, there was no trace of what was skin, bone or muscle, everything inside an arm had mixed with blood and turned into a ball of flesh.

"It's hard to describe where coming such cruelty." Said Hans to itself.

Emilia mind could not process such pain, forcing itself to collapse several times during the complete crushing of her left arm.

"Slash"

That sound come from Emilia's sword that had cut her hand off, and catching a small momentum to step back. If she continued to keep faith that she could save her arm, she would continue to collapse in such pain and it would be harmful to her and her companions

"Abandoning your arm was the right decision! There are few who can reason logically while suffering such pain!"

The lady of war was praising there.

Emilia could not afford to lose focus otherwise her death was certain.

Emilia tore a piece of her uniform skirt and used it as a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

"War, just as it is stepmother to cowards, is mother to the brave."

The lady of war was delighted with such bravery from Emilia. Her voice showed how joyful she was in saying this sentence, with her arms open at a 90° angle, it was as if she wanted to hug Emilia for such dexterity, such courage. But this excited War Lady even more.

"Such dedication to her King, her nation. Boundless bravery capable of putting your life at risk. Damn it , this is so exciting"

The war lady was in ecstasy, her body trembling with pure pleasure, her mouth salivating like a lion watching a meat.

"I want You!"

War lady pointed to Emilia, her voice showed enormous excitement, salivating as she imagined the agony she could provoke that young warrior

"How much can your loyalty and hope stand against the most brutal agony that you suffered in all your live?"

During the War Lady's profanations, Emilia bitterly regretted not accepting Tom marriage proposal, he was a modest yet stupid man. But if she had accepted the marriage her dream of becoming a Paladin would only be thrown away, only virgin women and men could join this category of warriors.

"Maybe dying without a legacy is not a bad idea…" Emilia meditated.

For the War Lady, Emilia's bravery captivated her, bringing dirty thoughts to her mind. But her martial art was simplistic and boring. It was a clear demonstration that the War Lady possessed an interest in her, but her patience was about to end with these stubborn strokes.

"Even if you're not quite ready, this can't last forever"

Perhaps if War Lady polishes this diamond with horror and shame she could become an immeasurable warrior in the future, maybe her favourite little toy...

Shivers, and more shivers, a warning of danger from Emilia's nervous system.

Run or fight? Run! that was the logical thing to do, but she couldn't move her legs.

She was paralyzed by the sheer ferocity of his murderous intent. It was as if Emilia had lost the connection of her mind with her body, her mind instinctively ordered but nothing happened, her body did not move. Something counter intuitive was happening to Emilia

The lady of war was walking slowly ahead of her, but all she could see was a monster thirsting for death coming towards her.

In the midst of her despair she tried to talk herself into thinking that everything was going to work out,

...

no… no… she knew what was about to happen could never be a happy ending.

Emilia began to involuntarily lose strength in her leg, kneeling before the enemy. Her legs began to get damp, it wasn't rain or mud in her feet

but it was her urine that involuntarily came out of her.

His right hand that was still intact continued to hold his sword, it was like if her continued to hold his sword, he can be safe.

"No, no, this is a joke. Yes, it's a joke. There is no war, there is no monster in front of me. This, this-"

...

"Why do I have to sacrifice my life for this fucker?"

All their hope was pinned on a bastard King that nobody knew where he had hidden himself.

"Why do you continue?" He asked in pain.

The king had fled, the regent king was gone somewhere else, probably fled away, yet the slaughter continued. This confusion of thoughts had finally exhausted Emilia's hopes. She could only stand in a fetal position, with her right arm to covering her eyes trying not to see her colleagues smashed body.

"This is all a nightmare, a nightmare, a fucking nightmare, this, a nightmare... hehehe"

The War Lady's steps had stopped when se was close enough to Emilia, it was a pitiful scene, amidst urine and weeping a Paladin had lost all her glamour.

Her lips moved as if she was trying to beg for mercy, but no words could come out of her mouth. It was like a bird singing that was about to be crushed by an overwhelming power.

Hans somewhat understood the eccentric game the War Lady liked to play with her victims, and in a way normally he was quite indifferent to it. But this time he seemed very uneasy with these jokes.

"Being the sole survivor of her nation after a war, and yet joining the Black Needles military academy in the kingdom, surely no one could come back normal after these two events. The strangest thing is that she felt no anger or hatred for our nation, her relatives were massacred by us and we also annexed everything that her family battled for, and yet no trace of hatred for us?" Hans meditated for a moment, as this doubt intervened in his thoughts

-"A population in terror is not the best way to annex these people to our Kingdom."

Hans was trying to warn the War Lady about this, but his voice would not reach her.

The war lady was on her way back to Emilia, this time with faster steps, to close even more the distance between, she wanted to put an end to it, but not a simple end.

A deep sadistic smile spread across his face, then War Lady, pulled from his back a weapon twice his size, it was wrapped in bandages and cloth, removing the revealed that, that weapon was one of the Treasures of the kingdom.

"Did she even manage that? What did she have to do to receive Imperius, at what level is her strength?" Hans was in disbelief, that weapon was a real treasure, few generals could get a treasure weapon. That scythe, is adept to the mana of its user, modifying the sensations of his opponent. Its former user was even able to turn an entire battle to his advantage by using the power of sensations, causing opposing soldiers to lose the will to fight, lowering their morale. But it consumed a lot of mana, and when you could not have mana to supply the immense mana thirst of that scythe, it took for you life time. That's why it was such a dangerous weapon.

- "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" -

Without objection War Lady used her sickle to pierce Emilia's stomach, removing a part of her liver. She would never give Emile a break, and continued to pierce Emilie's belly with the back of the scythe as she hissed the torture remained. It's just the start...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" -

A deafening scream came out of Emilia, she put her hand to stop the bleeding from his stomach and cried in pain, she could not bear it, she had done nothing wrong because hell she was in that situation.

"WHY DO YOU CONTINUE !!!" She's asked again.

But at that moment those words only increased the desire to continue the torture, the light reflected through his blood-stained body and its extremely delicate curves.

It was an undeniable beauty, it was art for someone who had a crazy and sick vision, this was the case of the War Lady

Blood was everywhere, and then she stopped, she just stopped to rubbing her body amid Emilia blood-filled armor, they were erotic and obscene movements, delighting herself by putting her fingers inside her vagina and squeezing her breasts It was a sex scene going on there. But Emilia was no longer in that world, she was still alive, but her soul had already been destroyed, and her body violated. A shameful occasion for a Paladin. As the war lady swarmed over Emilias body.

Hans appeared in front of the two of them, and with compassion he gave the last stroke of mercy in Emilias throat, and that red blood descended slowly beneath that huge mud. It was not a fatal strike, but will considerable increase the speed of her dead.

It did indeed seem like an act of benevolence, but Hans was indifferent about War Lady's action, they had already shared so much time together that it had become routine, so there was something else for him to speed the death of that girl.

"Please save me, I do not want to die" Begged him, for Hans.

In the middle of that, she did not know what to do, and her fear of death whispered brief words. Amidst his pleas, the sunlight illuminated his bronze dogtag. It was engraved:

"Emilia Reinart, vice leader of the bronze order."

"Damn Hans, always messing up the fun"

While both were leaving, a great shiver went through the spine of Hans and the War Lady.

The sky was completely closed, the sun could no longer adequately illuminate the field, the wind began to become more and more intense. And the two Generals, who had passed stage 4 of the core magic could sense that this was not merely a change of weather.

"A 5 circle magic? Here, in this small Kingdom?"

Hans was confused, and since he hated to be taken by surprise he decided to return to the military HQ.

"Agatah let's return, have all troops prepare for a retreat"

"But we are less than 100 li from the palace. And stop calling me by my name"

Lady respected Hans' strategic decisions so she didn't question him much. And when she call her by his true name, definitely is something urgent.

"I believe there is something wrong, with this weather and it makes me feel uncomfortable in my stomach. Let's go back, analyze the situation and decide the next move."

"Right Hans" replied Lady of War respectfully.

"Men, we are retreating, loot the valuables in the nearby, and then immediately afterwards get into formation. And move fast to get back to the HQ" Shouted Lady of War to her men. It was a clear order, like a true general.

Then slowly they marched back, leaving the chaos behind, there were no more warriors of the Order of Bronze, nor their vice leader.