Chapter 3.2 - Princess Saras’s Special Gift and Remuneration Part 2 (2/2)

Anything in the imperial palace of even the slightest worth had already been seized by the rebelling soldiers. They even burned Princess Saras’s clothes to vent their anger at not being able to capture the valuable hostage. With the defeat of Adrian Empire, Owles Kingdom was doomed to become the next sacrificial offering. The retreating Augusta Empire’s army was very likely to take advantage of this easy target and capture Oran City.

This time, Augusta Empire’s main force consisted of over 30,000 soldiers. However, the total population of Oran City was just over ten thousand people. In addition, there were only over a hundred old, weak, sick and disabled defending soldiers who had no motivation since they fought without pay and provisions. Many defending troops had no loyalty to this broken kingdom, and most of them had thought to reap some profits and flee. Thus, they had gathered together to rebel. If Princess Seras had not made such a bold decision tonight, her ending might have been different.

In Clyde’s view, Owles Kingdom had already ceased to exist except in name. Both the king and prince had swept away all the money and valuables within the national treasury and fled to Adrian Empire for asylum. The remaining Princess Saras had a pure character without any magic and fighting ability. She was basically a gift to the enemy since she lacked the strength or guild to survive their onslaught. Outside the gate, he saw Lucifer waiting. This silver haired Lolita stood beside a carriage with a smile. There were puddles of red liquid on the ground. It seemed that she had killed many just a moment ago.

Nevertheless, there was not a single drop of blood on her dark gothic dress. All the killings must have been performed by the bats serving her. Clyde reflected that it made sense since she was too lazy to make a move herself. This carriage had also been robbed by her. Now, the entire Oran City was in chaos. Burning, killing and looting filled the streets. Many houses were on fire as the people rebelled and tried to take everything they could. The burning watchtowers were especially eye-catching, a fire shining high over the city.

“Big Brother Clyde, the carriage is ready! Get in first. If we are late, we might not be able to pass through the city gate without encountering some trouble.”

“Mmm, then Princess Saras…”

“Of course, we are taking her away. Since Big Sister Saras is already dressed up like this, do you really want to give her to those rebelling soldiers?”

Under Lucifer’s urging, Clyde didn’t hesitate anymore. He brought Princess Saras into the carriage with him. If Princess Seras who was in such an alluring costume was left behind for those rebelling soldiers, the consequences would be unimaginable. Princess Saras trembled thinking about the possibility. Now, Princess Saras was not afraid of Clyde and Lucifer, but rather felt helpless and sad for Oran City’s chaotic situation.

After Adrian Empire had been defeated, many small kingdoms in the surrounding area had also fallen into this unfavorable situation, so this problem was not at all isolated to Owles Kingdom. It would be risky no matter kingdom they went to. Quickly rolling along, the carriage bearing Clyde and Lucifer left the Oran City just before the city gate was engulfed by flames. They left with Princess Saras who had nothing on her name: she didn’t even have any clothes. Now, Clyde had a headache. He had not a single cent in his pocket, but he still had to take along two beautiful girls while looking for a place to take shelter.

Unfortunately, Adrian Empire was not within the scope of consideration for possible places to stay. This empire had already lost all other areas except for its capital. In addition, the entire nation was in chaos, no better than Oran City. In the carriage, the restraining props binding Princess Saras had already been removed. Because of her lack of clothing, she felt very shy and blushed. Fidgeting around to try to conceal her most private parts, her face burned red like a ripe apple. Clamping her snow-white legs tightly shut, she used her hands to cover those unusually plump fruits on her chest while she sat on the carriage bench on her knees.

“Cough. Cough. Princess Saras, please wait first. Lucifer’s clothes are not large enough for you to wear, but when we arrive at a town, I will go and rob a set of clothing for you.”

“No, never mind all that. Sir Clyde, your remuneration…”

“Put off the matter of my remuneration for later. You are tired. Rest well first!”

Princess Saras leaned back with a doubtful look. She was very confident about her figure, but Clyde unexpectedly didn’t touch her. This made her wonder. She cast a subtle glance at his expression. Perhaps… she shook her head slightly, banishing that thought. Not long after Princess Saras fell asleep, Clyde noticed a group of Black Knights approaching from not far away. They bore the flag of Augusta Empire. He sighed. They had truly been unlucky enough to encounter Augusta Empire’s army when fleeing. He smirked. Perhaps he would soon gain a way to solve their funding problems…