“That’s the General’s daughter. The youngest Sword Saint title holder in the Kingdom by legend, a hero who defeated the Demon King, beheaded a Great General of the Demon Race, foiled the Siren’s conspiracy, and helped the Elves win the Defensive War.”
After the false alarm ended, the archers who had lost their composure felt depressed.
Even though the General didn’t blame them, they were still worried.
How dangerous.
If something had happened just now…
Then a companion beside them comforted them, saying, ‘What are you worried about?
With your archery skills, no enchantment, and just a regular recurve bow with mass-produced arrows from the blacksmith, what danger could you cause?
Do you even know who you were aiming at?’
That was followed by the introduction above.
At that moment, someone else asked, “Who’s the pink-haired girl next to the young lady? The one with the big chest…”
“She’s said to be a member of the young lady’s team too.”
“But she doesn’t look like she’s good at fighting.”
“I know. She’s a strategist, fights with her brain, not her hands.”
Today, the two unexpected “guests from the sky” brought rare liveliness to the monotonous northern defense line garrison.
Meanwhile, the two involved were just being led into the General’s tent.
Outside, Glengo had been holding a stern face like a block of frozen stone, but as soon as he entered the tent, his expression changed immediately.
“Little Celes, why did you suddenly come without greeting your father? It was so dangerous.”
Celes shook her head.
“Not dangerous. It’s a serious matter, so I came directly.”
After speaking, she looked down at the sword that had blocked the arrow earlier and saw a few shallow cracks on it.
It had nothing to do with the bow and arrow; she had simply used too much force.
“A serious matter?”
Before Glengo could say more, footsteps sounded outside, and someone pulled open the tent flap and came in.
“Little Celes, it really is you!”
It was Selina, the girl’s mother, who rushed in and hugged her daughter, then greeted the pink-haired Darei beside her.
“Hello, you must be Miss Ayla. Welcome, welcome.”
She already knew about her daughter’s relationships; there was no need to investigate specially.
Everything the special squad had done in the past half-year was big news in the Kingdom—just asking around would make it clear.
In these earth-shattering events, Celes was the sturdiest sword, Vina the most powerful Magic, Miss Leah the most holy Milk, and Zero the sharpest blade.
In official reports, someone beautiful would often be left out, but at the end, they’d always add a special note to be cautious and wary of the beautiful pink-haired, big-breasted girl.
Such contradictory reports highlighted the special status of Pink-Haired Darei in the team.
“Thank you, auntie. Ah, no, aunt.”
Ayla greeted politely.
“And uncle, sorry to trouble you both.”
“Not at all, not at all. Your arrival has brightened this place.”
Selina walked over and pushed her husband.
“There are guests; how can you not even prepare tea?”
She went to pour tea.
Glengo finally snapped back, invited the two girls to sit, and couldn’t wait to bring up the earlier topic.
His daughter had come all this way on a Dragon Hawk without even saying hello, claiming it was a serious matter.
“What happened that’s so urgent?”
He remembered something he’d heard half a year ago and lowered his voice.
“You all got involved in something big again?”
“No.”
Celes quickly denied it.
“Not that. It’s another matter, we…”
She subconsciously looked at the pink-haired Darei beside her.
This movement made Selina’s brow twitch as she returned with the tea.
“Thank you, aunt.”
Ayla accepted the tea with both hands, thinking for a moment.
“Uncle, in these past few months, have the Wolfhead Tribe launched any attacks?”
“No, but the Kingdom is worried. They could go berserk at any time, just like last time.”
Glengo didn’t hide anything; it wasn’t really a secret.
Ayla nodded.
“Indeed. The Wolfhead Tribe has a tradition of madness. If they suddenly charged in one day, I wouldn’t be surprised at all.”
“Exactly. That’s why I have no objection to the Kingdom’s arrangements, but this frontier defense is just…”
Glengo was drawn into her words, temporarily forgetting what his daughter had almost said earlier.
Just as he recalled and was about to speak, Ayla suddenly changed the subject.
“As the saying goes, ‘There are a thousand days to catch a thief, but not a thousand days to guard against one.’ If the Wolfhead Tribe could be dealt with in one swoop, there would be no need to guard this place endlessly.”
Glengo froze for a moment, then shook his head.
“We’ve considered that plan too, but it’s difficult. Our soldiers lack experience fighting on the snowy plains, and if we recklessly cross the Demon Race border, the army could become mired and provoke more Demon Race military retaliation.”
Ayla listened intently, nodded seriously, and then…
She seriously poked Celes in the arm.
Selina saw this, and just as she thought, ‘No way,’ her daughter suddenly spoke out all at once.
“Dad, we have a plan. We can capture the largest city in the southern Demon Territory in one move. Dealing with the Wolfhead Tribe would just be part of it!”
Selina’s eyelid twitched.
No way, you poke her and she talks, are you a wind-up toy?
But Celes had come prepared today.
After spending half a day quietly on the Dragon Hawk, she’d held in a lot, and now she could finally spill it all out—
“You already know about what happened in Harbor City last time, but there’s still a little secret we never told anyone.”
“Harbor City wasn’t saved by just a few of us. There was a scattered Demon Tribe unit outside the city who loved peace and were ostracized by the Demon Race High Officials, forced to flee there. After we saved Harbor City together, they stayed there. Months have passed, and with their help, Harbor City is now more prosperous than ever.”
The girl slightly hid Ayla’s former identity, only mentioning that several Demon Race Generals were good people who had taken real action and earned everyone’s trust.
As for why to hide that part…
Ayla glanced at her in secret, her heart thumping.
Could it be that deep down, she was starting to believe Vina’s theory and subconsciously wanted to “cover” for her?
Should she be happy or not…?
“After discussions with them, we decided to form an Alliance, just like the relationship with the Elves a hundred years ago. That means, if we help this Demon Army retake the city and seize political power, the military alliance will become a political one, turning the southern Demon Territory into a peaceful buffer zone. This place will no longer be a front line.”
His daughter, just come of age, said all this in one breath, leaving Glengo stunned.
The key point was, it made sense, especially the latter half—the logic was sound and the prospect bright.
The only issue was….
“But they’re the Demon Race. Even if they’re trustworthy now, what if later…”
“By the way, uncle.”
Ayla suddenly spoke.
“During our last diplomatic mission, we established a deep friendship with the Elves and included them in this Alliance.”