Volume 2 Chapter 10
“Uwah!”
With a beautiful leg sweep, the generals, clad in simple training armor, tumbled to the ground. The wooden spears in their hands clattered to the floor.
“How boring.”
The girl was dressed in a red and black formal dress. The short skirt was trimmed with luxurious red lace, and a hint of pink could be seen under the fluttering hem. Slender, golden-yellow twin-tails danced in the wind. Her mismatched red and blue eyes were particularly striking, and she wore a jaunty little black formal hat on her head.
Clap, clap, clap.
A stout, good-natured middle-aged man standing nearby began to clap.
“Your Highness, your martial prowess is truly exceptional! I am deeply impressed!”
Hearing the compliment, the girl known as the Princess pouted in dissatisfaction.
“General Anglao Wensi, were your adjutants going easy on me? They’re so weak. Didn’t they eat today? How are they supposed to defend the border like this? If I were to report this to my father, the King—”
The princess narrowed her eyes, her threat hanging in the air.
“No, no, no, no, please don’t!!!” The middle-aged man waved his hands frantically, nearly prostrating himself on the ground. “Your Highness, your skill is truly peerless! You have the strength to move mountains! No one can possibly contend with you.”
The princess sighed, utterly exasperated by the spineless man before her.
“Alright, alright, you’re getting more and more ridiculous. How about this, General Anglao Wensi: you come up and spar with me. Use your full strength, and I’ll forget what just happened.”
“This humble general is no match for Your Highness.”
This wasn’t flattery. Anglao Wensi knew for a fact that he could not defeat the young woman before him.
Bonnie Brigitte was the princess of the Winton Empire and the king’s most beloved daughter. She possessed a rare dragonkin bloodline, but as a young woman, she had no interest in learning the traditional female arts of poetry, painting, etiquette, or sewing. Instead, she was extremely combative. She frequently beat the boys at the academy until they were bruised and bloody. Because she was the princess, no one dared to offend her, so they could only swallow their anger. Even the teachers didn’t dare say much. Bonnie’s knowledge of magic and martial skills far surpassed that of her peers. At the age of 15, she defeated the academy’s headmaster using her martial arts and magic. At 17, she went to the battlefield and dealt considerable damage to the mighty Strip Empire in the plains to the east of the Central Region, earning her the title “The Golden Legend of Winton.”
Now 19, the young woman had grown even stronger, but she craved a worthy opponent more than ever. She traveled around, challenging the local generals at every stop and, without fail, beating them soundly. The king had a massive headache over it; he wanted to grant his daughter’s wish to find a strong opponent, but he was also terrified of putting her in danger.
Bonnie had also reached a marriageable age, but no one dared to marry her. More accurately, no one could meet her conditions. Bonnie had established a rule: whoever could defeat her in a fight, regardless of their gender or race, she would marry.
Naturally, this was met with opposition—a royal marriage couldn’t be decided so frivolously—but Bonnie paid it no mind.
“Ugh, how dull. None of you are even worthy of making me draw my sword.”
Tossing her beautiful golden twin-tails, Bonnie stepped down from the training platform.
The festival was starting tomorrow. It would be another joyous day for the Winton Empire. But beyond that, she also had to make a trip to the boring slave Colosseum for a tour and a speech.
The slave duels were so amateurish. In the princess’s eyes, they were nothing more than children playing house.
This fortress was only surrounded by bandits, and beyond that was the endless sea. There were no real enemies, making it a safe rear base. The king had repeatedly considered moving the capital here, but making a fortress-city the capital was too shabby, and not enough nobles agreed, so the idea was dropped.
Where in the world is there someone who can defeat me? she wondered. It seems I’ll have to go back to the battlefield and fight the Valkyrie of the Strip Empire.
