83. Identity of the real king

Sinja quivered when a soldier rushed to Jane Dover. She drew the sword and cut his throat brutally. Her face was stained with blood.

"I'm not leaving without you, Your Highness." Her throat was choked.

"Don't fool around. Just leave." Jane Dover did not look at Sinja and kept fighting with the enemy.

"No, I will not. You are going to come with me."

"Leave."

Jane Dover shoved her into the tunnel and shut the entrance from the outside. The commander smirked at her.

"You're rather courageous, aren't you?" He spoke. 

The corners of her lips raised slightly and she clenched the sword tighter.

"Today, whether I will kill you or you will kill me."

Hearing her firm voice, the soldiers laughed.

"You weak woman. How will you stop us from catching those women? How will you kill us? After a while, we will fuck you, too."

Hearing his nonsense words, Jane Dover glared at him angrily.