In a clearing, a tall woman as charming as a fairy stood with a calm smile. Her long blue robe filled with silk and beautiful lace weaved into delicate patterns enhanced her allure. Yet, with long blonde hair tied in a beautiful style, she stood against her attackers without fear.
Her face glowed as her lips curled into a faint smile. The woman's pride was visible from her faint smile and serene eyes.
Even watching others pointing their blades at her, she remained unphased.
"Inelegant cur, dare you point those filthy weapons towards me?"
The beautiful voice that left her lips seemed angelic.
Yet her tone became sharp while the tattered men who wore cheap leather and held worn spears and swords seemed intimidated.
"P-Princess, don't pretend to be tough. We outnumber you, and we will keep you isolated for another twenty-four hours!"
"Spica! Slay them."