Chapter 3.2 - Princess Saras’s Special Gift and Remuneration Part 2 (1/2)
In the southern part of Ximensi Continent, Oran City, a hooded figure faced a gorgeous naked girl. While Clyde was considering how to deal with Princess Saras within the imperial bedroom of Owles Kingdom, sounds of commotion rang outside. It seemed that a large number of soldiers were invading the palace. Unfortunately, this imperial palace didn’t even have a single guard. It was siimply a public lavatory where anyone could enter as they pleased.
“Where is Princess Saras!? Quickly capture her and offer her to Augusta Empire! Then we will be rich!”
“Isn’t that not right? After all, she is still our princess.”
“The kingdom is already perishing, and you still care about this? If you don’t want money, then leave!”
Princess Saras’s complexion suddenly became very pale. She had never expected to be betrayed by the citizens she’d sacrificed her body for in order to hire mercenaries to protect them with. Clyde saw that Princess Saras wanted to berate these vile commoners, but in order to prevent her from making any sound and attracting the attention of these people, he immediately rushed behind Princess Saras and gagged her with the small ball again. After that, he also put the blindfold on her that he had removed before.
“Princess Saras, I’ve offended you, but please be quiet for awhile. Wait for me to take you away.”
At the very beginning of his actions, Princess Saras had felt a spike of nervousness, but she quickly relaxed. After all, she had willingly entered this state at the beginning. Clyde closed the box again and removed the sign where the word “Gift” was written. Because he couldn’t find a lock, he directly sat on the wooden box. Just after he had sat down, a large number of people burst in. Originally, these people had been the defending troops of Owles Kingdom, but because of the issue of the lack of soldier’s pay and provisions, they had directly rebelled. Grimly wielding their makeshift weapons, they tore through the sparse palace furniture to find the princess.
“Where’s Princess Saras? We’ve searched throughout the imperial palace, but only found some pieces of tattered clothes. She couldn’t already be captured, could she?”
“It’s hard to say. After all, even her bra and panties were laying around. Perhaps, she was truly captured by someone else first. In any case, it wouldn’t be hard since she doesn’t have any fighting skills and magic.”
“But, those clothes were neatly folded, Princess Saras must have taken them off herself. She was not forced… Perhaps, she went of her own accord?”
After the rebelling soldiers entered the room, none dared to confront Clyde. A few days ago in the battle of Oran City, Clyde had killed dozens of members of Augusta Empire’s elite force, Black Knight Regiment. In their eyes, he was an existence with at least the strength of a S-ranked mercenary. In addition, Clyde’s younger sister Lucifer was a magician. This made them have certain misgivings. They didn’t dare to trouble him for a moment; therefore, both sides fell into a silent confrontation.
Clyde was too lazy to speak superfluous words with them. With the brute force of a Great Old One, he easily carried the wooden box and walked toward the door. At that time, the rebelling soldiers finally reacted. Gritting their teeth, they stepped forward in unison and blocked Clyde’s path. It seemed that this matter would not be peacefully solved.
“Buddy, what’s in your box? It couldn’t be the remuneration given to you by Princess Saras, could it? Why don’t you let us take a look? Ah!”
Clyde directly sent the rebelling soldier blocking his way flying with a kick. That unfortunate fellow broke through the wall and flew out of the imperial palace, his scream echoing throughout the city. During his flight, an arc of red-blood trailed his path the entire way. This scene appeared unusually bloody, successfully frightening those rebelling soldiers. With an audible gulp, they stepped aside on their own: no one dared to block Clyde’s path anymore. Even while carrying a box, he could kill them with a kick, so the disparity in fighting power was enough to make them give up. Their lives were worth more than any amount of gold.