Chapter 220: Twenty-fourth Episode: Chapter 9-2 (1/2)
Chapter 220: Twenty-fourth Episode: Chapter 9-2
Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The old Marshal lifted his head toward the sky. He could only see a narrow view of the heaven. The arrows fired by the Narcissus Knights were traveling back and forth in the air as if the arrows were produced cheaply. Fernandy's chest had four to five feathered arrows embedded in them. At the same time he felt his blood draining away, he was also aware that he had lost to the shameless invaders.
Not knowing when, the rain of arrows subsided. The giant boots of the invaders stepped over the Slovenian soldier's supreme commander. Although the time of victory was late by an hour, which was predicted by Marshal Figg, the Narcissus Knights won after all! Just as the repeat of thousands of times before, the cavalry galloped to and fro on the battlefield which housed no enemy and rejoiced in it. The infantries arranged themselves into a skirmish line. The new recruits were responsible for stabbing the wounded enemy on the ground while the veterans were in charge of checking for loot.
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A team of knights dragged a weeping man over and Marshal Fernandy turned his head around with difficulty and saw his own king. It was difficult to imagine that Tirana XI, who charged at the very front of the battlefield, was left unscathed. It was as if only his legs were weary. He limped and hopped under the escort of the Narcissus Knights.
The king of Slovenia saw Marshal Fernandy lying on his back. He suddenly broke away fiercely from the Narcissus Knights and ran directly toward the Marshal's side and knelt.
The king cried with joy. He cried and blabbered on, but nobody could make out what he was saying. The old Marshal had possibly been infuriated by the timid king because his expression was exceptionally fierce before he departed as if Tirana XI owed him a few buckets of gold.
Figg did not have the mind to deal with Tirana XI, who made one feel intolerable like a young lady. When he had gone far away, he gave an order to send the king directly to the Southern Army Group's headquarters. This man was only useful to Oscar.
The commander of the Narcissus Knights quickly walked down the watchtower along the wooden steps. The orderly who stood in attention at the tower immediately led a huge Raytheon toward him. Figg leaped onto the horse's back agilely. Before the horse broke into a wild gallop, he snatched up an enormous military flag. Painted on the military flag were a Fierce Tiger and Narcissus. When confronted by the commander who was rushing toward them like mad, the Narcissus Knights in the wilderness evaded one after another. The blood-stained weapons in their hands were extended toward the sky as if they were reporting to the gods and asking them to take note of the knight's accomplishment.
Figg spurred the giant horse to circle the plains, and more and more knights and flag bearers joined in. They shouted ”Andrew Haila” and repeated the chant and blew shrill whistles. The knight's merry parade stirred up a smoke and dust everywhere. The people could only make out the multi-colored military flags fluttering up and down. On the other side of the plains, the wilderness was silent and completely different from the jubilant atmosphere not far away. It was as strange as if there were two different spaces below the same sky.
Countless horse carcasses and human heads had fallen on the battlefield in a variety of bizarre poses. A great deal of blood and corpses soaked the soil. Even the grass that had absorbed the nutrients of the soil had a faint red line formed at the center of the leaves. Blood bubbles gradually evaporated under the action of the terrestrial heat and sunlight. The sky above the wilderness appeared as if a layer of fog had risen. The faint red fog, following the caress by the monsoon, drifted to the left and right. The Narcissus Knights only had to reach out their hands to wipe their faces and they would discover that they were covered with extremely fine blood droplets.
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”But this doesn't matter...”
”I'm not joking! You're bleeding!” Oscar rolled off from Sasha's delicate pale naked body. He lifted the quilt and confirmed once again. Sure enough, his lethal weapon that he specifically used to deal with women had a shocking wisp of blood. The trail of blood was connected to an inexplicable white liquid and appeared with a kind of unspeakable disgust.
Oscar scowled. He took Sasha, who was still trembling, into his arms. ”Silly child! You should have told me to be a little gentler. You've been injured…”
Sasha blushed. Her heaving chest and the increasingly swollen breasts already indicated just how intense and passionate the love affair a while ago was!
”I'm not injured...” the mistress of Andrew snorted stubbornly. Compared to the amount of blood she was losing every month, that wisp of blood was really nothing worth mentioning. However, she didn't even have the energy to move her little finger now. She could only let her husband bring her some hot water and a towel to wipe her extremely delicate lower body.
After Oscar had finished all these, he looked at the soul-stirring female body and his thoughts became heated again. The man's huge hairy hands teased Sasha and made her draw in a breath. However, good things do not always come by. Just when Sasha thought that another new lust was about to erupt, Oscar suddenly stopped. He sat at the bedside disappointedly. Through the strand of light that passed between the curtains of the bedroom, he gazed over the scene outside the window.
Sasha mustered all her strength to push herself up. She wound her little finger around Oscar's tiny strands of hair. ”What is it?”
The Prince of the Empire exhaled softly, ”Alanis has replied. She has given her consent to the union between Elizabeth and William to be a royal wedding.”
”Isn't it great?” the Mistress of Andrew blinked several times.
”Don't pretend that you know nothing!” Oscar's good mood came to an end. In fact, it should be said that there was nothing great about his mood all this while.
Sasha shrugged. ”I'm your wife. I only things that you want me to know.”
Oscar stared blankly at his sister for a while. After some time, he embraced the intelligent woman tightly. ”Sasha, you are a good wife!”
The mistress of Andrew gave a slight smile. She cupped the man's face. ”So, the problem is that we can't put the relationship with the kid, right?”
”That's right!” Oscar could only force a smile. He knew that Sasha must be well aware of this matter. Her words were just what a wife would say, but as the mistress of Andrew, Sasha had reason to have a grasp of everything around him.
”How is the secret work going?”
Oscar pondered. ”The Military Intelligence personnel who were previously responsible for guarding Elizabeth were all replaced. They are also not very clear about the actual situation. I think that there are no more than five people who know of this.”
”It should be reduced to four!” the mistress of Andrew suddenly said under her breath, resolutely and decisively. ”You, me, Elizabeth, and the rigorous Janin! As for the last Military Intelligence secret agent…”
Oscar looked at the young lady incredulously. These words were definitely not the kind that his Sasha was capable of saying. What happened during the time when he was not in Vielonna? He suddenly realized that Sasha's temperament was moving toward an extremely dangerous side. However, it was absolutely illogical for such a thing to happen because since young, Sasha was the jewel of other's eyes, nurtured with love and pure crystal-clear spring water of the Narcissus Corolla.
Looking at the man's bewildered eyes, Sasha knew that she had surprised Oscar with her words. In return, she could only give a wry smile.
”Oscar, don't look at me this way, please! You know I don't want to...” the once young lady leaned into the man's embrace weakly. ”Until I marry you only then did I know what it means by not having the bodies to ourselves! I am the mistress of Andrew. When I became aware of the meaning behind this identity, only then did I realize that if we do not harm others, then someone will harm you! I can only comfort myself this way when I'm doing something that I'm unwilling to do or I don't wish to do or couldn't bother to do.
Oscar did not utter a word. He never seemed to have cared about his wife's psychological pressure.
”Actually, Janin came to me about this matter two days ago...”
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Oscar's eyes widened. Just what was Janin Sherman doing? Did such a matter require him to bypass him and seek advice directly from the mistress of Andrew?
Sasha cupped the man's face again. ”Don't make this look of being violated. Janin has done nothing wrong! You have selfish motives towards Elizabeth. This will cause you to be blinded by feelings when dealing with this matter, so he can only come to me to discuss this matter.”
”So, how do you plan to handle this matter?” Oscar calmed down. He was looking forward to his wife's reply.
Sasha wrapped herself with a fleece blanket and deliberately pulled away from her husband. ”Remove those guards around Elizabeth, let her restore her freedom and then point out to her the actual meaning of this marriage toward the Andrews and Titan. This way, she will know that the flesh and blood in her womb cannot have anything to do with the Andrews. So, she has two options to choose from. First is to abort this child…”
”Don't be worked up, Oscar!” Sasha paused aptly at the sight of the man who widened his eyes abruptly. She continued to stroke her husband's hair with her hand. ”Let me finish, okay? Listen to me!”
Oscar nodded his head, refusing to comment. He had a new understanding of Sasha's transformation. Let a woman abort a child? This was a great sin written in the religious scripture. One will go to hell after death! He didn't expect Sasha to not even blink when speaking of this matter.
”The second choice...” having learned from the previous experience, the mistress of Andrew intentionally softened her voice. We can confirm that Elizabeth's pregnancy is only less than two weeks. From time wise calculation, as long as she can have such a relationship with Prince William now, then the birth of this child will not be questioned. By the time during delivery, we need a doctor to explain the premature birth then…”
”Enough, Sasha!” Oscar suddenly broke away from his wife and jumped out of the bed. After glaring at Sasha for a long time, only then did the Titan Prince broke the silence by muttering, ”Is this your idea or a game of Janin Sherman?”
”This is the idea of the Mistress of Andrew!” to one's surprise, Sasha did not show any weakness and returned her husband's steady gaze.
Oscar looked closely at his wife's face for a moment. After a long while, only then did he avert his head with a bitter laugh.
”Thank goodness, Sasha is still the Sasha who don't know how to lie! This is Janin Sherman's idea. Call him here. I will have a proper discussion with him.”
”No!” the mistress of Andrew shook her head urgently. ”This is my idea, not...”
”Seriously, you!” Oscar bellowed impatiently. ”Sasha, you are my little sister! And you have been for the past twenty years! How do you expect me to believe that those words can be said by now?”
Sasha bit her lower lip, not knowing how to explain. ”Okay, even if it was General Janin's idea, but the main point is that I've been convinced! Keeping that child has both benefit and harm to the Andrews. So, I will let Elizabeth choose for herself…”
”Wait!” Oscar suddenly called out for her to stop. ”You're letting Elizabeth decide for herself? What does this mean?”
The mistress of Andrew seemed to have turned back into the little girl who would hide into a hole when she did something wrong. She turned her head away, prevaricating for a long time, not daring to meet her husband's eyes.