43 Rebellion (2/2)

With his arms folded in front of him, Bai Han stares fiercely at Rin with penetrating sharp eyes - a piece of wood could be cut with his stare.

”Towards your recent announcement about the North Borders…” Bai Han begins leisurely. ”I grant you the will to go. However, you must follow a set of conditions before you leave.”

”Even without grandpa's blessing, I still would have gone,” Rin said casually.

The old man couldn't help but choke on the girl's bold words.

This foolish girl! How dare she boldly say she'd defy my orders, I really outta deliver her a beating!

Clearing his throat, Bai Han shoots daggers at the peaceful girl in front of him who placed on a gentle smile.

”You must follow my conditions,” He repeated strictly. ”I will appoint you the Captain, however, your only job is to release orders not to fight physically. You will avoid heading out onto the battlefield and can only watch at a safe distance. I will be assigning you a guard to protect you at all times while you're there.”

As Bai Han issued out the conditions, he paused for a moment as his eyes gradually softened. ”Rin, you must know I'm doing this to protect you. Therefore, I beg of you, please follow my conditions accurately.”

Smiling at her dear grandfather, Rin softly releases a set of pleasant giggles.

”Yes, I will obediently follow grandpa's conditions. You have my word.” Rin said reassuringly.

Unseen by Bai Han, a dark glint flashed beneath her bright emerald gems as her lips curled up into an illegible smile.

For some reason, Rin couldn't help but feel an exhilarating rush of pleasant thrills enter her pumped blood at the thought of a decent and interesting battle.

At last, it was time to enter the battlefield and confront this so-called powerful force.

…

Far from the Bai residence, a fierce and deathly battle took place. Or did.

Now far in the Northern Empire Mountains, thousands of armored corpses lay lifelessly in the open field - painting it with a red and frightening color.

Up close one could see the countless brutal slashes dug into their flesh. A few of their throats harshly slit open, their eyes wide and red with the horror of their final breathing moments.

Seen high in the sky a large ominous bird could be seen flying openly through the air, circling around the field of deceased massacred bodies.

In the center of the bloodied sea of bodies, placed a man on his grand and sturdy black horse. The midnight colored strands of his long hair flowing calmly through the foul scented air.

Releasing a thundering screech, the hawk carefully lowered towards the ground to land gently on the brawny arm of a man seated on his gallant dark black horse - his body covered in darkly shining armor.

The hawk landing on his arm releases a harsh screech.

”Leftover soldiers eleven miles in front of us on the other side of the mountain,” The man's chilling low voice said in a low tone.

Gripped tightly in his other hand shone brightly against the moonlit night, was a mighty gleaming sword.

However, what sent chills down the men's spine's upon seeing the mighty sword, wasn't its double-edged blades or powerful aura.

But the dark crimson blood splattered on it's shining pointed blades.

Twisting his head to the side to look at the men behind him, the man's dark and menacing icy eyes could be seen through his jet-black hair, a killing sinister sneer spreads across his crimson lips.

”Kill every single one of them!” He ordered sinisterly.