The Wizard of Fairy Tale World

Chapter 34: The Princess on the Battlefield

The old King roared in fury, his voice echoing through the royal palace.

He wanted to order the army to drive out the invaders, but most of the soldiers no longer obeyed his commands.

At that moment, the King remembered he might still turn to Lord Rhine, the Royal Sage.

Not long ago, the young mage had visited the palace to inform him of a soldier’s crimes.

Just then, two figures entered the palace and approached the King and Queen.

“Father, Mother. I can lead the army and drive out the invaders.”

It was Aurora who spoke. The golden-haired girl stood in the palace doorway, framed by the morning sun. Her petite and graceful figure cast a long shadow on the ground, and her face was obscured by the backlight.

Seeing their daughter again, the King and Queen were moved to tears.

The boy’s appearance was exactly as it had been ten years ago, untouched by the blade of time.

The old King donned his armor and personally visited the Royal Guard, the elite soldiers of the kingdom.

In his youth, the King had been a brave and capable general, but his aging body could no longer support him in battle. So, he appointed a general far younger than anyone expected—a young girl—to lead the elite troops in aiding the frontline defenders.

Every soldier who saw their new commander was stunned, exclaiming in disbelief. None could imagine that their leader would be a girl who looked no older than twelve. They were convinced it had to be a joke.

Yet, before the sun set that very day, Aurora proved herself to every soldier.

The once disorganized and demoralized Royal Guard underwent a miraculous transformation. By nightfall, they swore their loyalty to their new commander, willing to follow her to the death.

Despite this, no one connected their new general with the princess of legend who was said to have been imprisoned deep within the palace.

Aurora led the elite troops to the frontlines.

The next day, the raiders from Enderland returned.

Charging down from the hillside, they easily tore through the Rose Kingdom’s flimsy defenses.

Aurora’s former swordsmanship instructor, now an officer in the army, mounted his majestic steed. But even he, facing the ferocious enemy, felt a deep sense of helplessness.

On the battlefield, individual skill had its limits.

After learning the truth about the curse, the soldiers of the Rose Kingdom had long since lost their fighting spirit. They raised their weapons and shouted a few symbolic war cries before scattering in retreat. Such a fragmented army was naturally powerless against the invaders.

The soldiers of Enderland laughed as they brandished their scimitars, slaughtering every enemy they encountered. For over a century, the once-prosperous neighboring kingdom had never been this vulnerable.

The swordmaster officer fled on horseback, trying to block out the sound of slaughter behind him.

At that moment, reinforcements arrived from the rear of the battlefield—troops sent by the King!

This unit was clearly elite: their formation was tight, their discipline impeccable, their battle cries resounding, and their horns blaring. Each soldier fought bravely, striking down enemies with relentless ferocity, their bodies soon drenched in their own and their foes’ blood.

At the head of this army was their commander, charging ahead of the troops.

Her mount was not a horse but a massive dog, with eyes as large as tea bowls!

Two even larger dogs followed her closely—one with eyes the size of mill wheels, and the other with eyes as massive as a tower dome.

The dogs used their enormous jaws to grab the invaders, hurling them high into the sky. Those who fell to the ground were either dead or severely injured, and those flung the highest were reduced to bloody pulp.

The commander, accompanied by the two magical dogs, cut through the enemy ranks like a god descending to the mortal world. She crushed large swathes of the invading army with swift and decisive strikes.

“Fire the arrows! Fire the arrows!”

The invaders drew their bows and unleashed a rain of arrows, aiming to kill this formidable commander.

Dozens, even hundreds of arrows shot toward her. But the moment the arrows touched her, they all turned to ash.

—No weapon, crafted by man or born of nature, could harm her!

The commander rode her mighty dog across the battlefield, gripping her weapon tightly in one hand as she broke through enemy lines. With her other hand, she raised a warhorn and sounded it amidst the chaotic battlefield.

The piercing, rousing sound of the horn tore through the sky like a battle hymn from the heavens. It ignited the blood of every soldier in the Rose Kingdom, awakening the fighting spirit buried deep within their souls.

“Charge! Drive out the invaders!”

The soldiers of the Rose Kingdom, who had been retreating in disarray, and the fleeing officers, all rallied upon hearing the horn’s call. Courage reignited in their hearts, transforming their morale completely.

Hot tears streamed down the faces of the soldiers and officers, a mix of grief and fury boiling in their blood.

—Her voice had the power to pierce hearts, to move even the hardest of souls to tears!

“Charge! Charge!”

“For the kingdom, for His Majesty the King!”

“Arrows and blades can’t harm our commander—she is under divine protection!”

To the soldiers of the Rose Kingdom, the commander riding the massive dog, flanked by two even larger dogs, had become an unshakable symbol of hope on the battlefield.

As long as they followed her lead, victory was assured. If she charged, the army would break through; if she stood, the war would not be lost.

—Her charm could captivate nations; her every move stirred the hearts of all who saw her.

Thus, the commander riding the giant dog led the kingdom’s soldiers to a decisive victory, painting her silver armor crimson with blood.

As the sun set, the blood-red twilight cast her figure in a long shadow across the ground.

The scarlet hues of the setting sun mingled with the blood spilled by the soldiers, blurring the lines between them and staining the rivers and hills the same color.

On a distant hillside, the old King, clad in armor, listened to the triumphant battle hymn. His eyes grew misty with emotion.

The old King gazed toward the heart of the battlefield, where his daughter fought valiantly under the blood-red glow of the setting sun.

His thoughts drifted back ten years, to that fateful night when the kingdom-wide celebration was interrupted, and the dreadful curse descended. He recalled the prophecy spoken by the mage Rhine:

“When this warrior rides across the battlefield on her steed, even the most disordered army will submit to her charisma and obey her commands!

“When this warrior sings the battle hymn before a broken army, even the most undisciplined soldiers will rally again, willing to fight and die for her!

“I believe this warrior can lead Your Majesty’s army, slay the Black Witch, and end the curse at its root!”

The invaders were driven from the kingdom.

For a long time afterward, no one dared to trespass on the lands of the Rose Kingdom.

This was because a divine warrior, a figure of legend, had burned her heroic image deep into the minds of every fleeing invader.

The survivors, those fortunate enough to escape back to their homeland, exaggerated the details of that epic battle, sparing no terrifying embellishment.

With dramatic gestures, they recounted tales of terror, painting the Rose Kingdom as a land protected by gods who sent a divine warrior to its aid. They claimed that this warrior, accompanied by three monstrous beasts, was impervious to blades, lances, and arrows.

In the days following the war, miracles began to appear throughout the kingdom.

The morning after the battle, a thousand birds of all colors—shades of the rainbow—took to the skies above the Rose Kingdom. They flew in formations, creating patterns and words in the air, telling the story of the divine warrior sent by the gods.

At night, some claimed to hear foxes whispering to themselves in the grass, mentioning the divine warrior and how the kingdom’s curse was destined to be broken.

Fishermen who set out to sea encountered a terrifying storm, only for it to miraculously calm. When they brought their catch ashore, they found strange notes hidden in the bellies of the fish. Upon returning home, one fisherman found his blind wife had miraculously regained her sight.

The people said it was the will of the gods.

The Rose Kingdom was a nation blessed by divine protection. May the King be blessed by the heavens.

Few noticed the hooded silver-haired boy weaving through the crowds at the locations of these miracles.

“Excellent. Now the people truly believe that the gods are protecting the kingdom and the royal family. Even the dreadful curse of Black Witch Maleficent will surely be broken.”

“Praise your wisdom, Lord Rhine,” said the old King, deep within the palace.

“It’s just some knowledge from beyond this world,” the Sage thought to himself.

From that day on, the Rose Kingdom gained a new legend, in addition to the tales of the “Imprisoned Beautiful Princess” and the “Wish-Granting Magician.”

In the grandest, most luxurious inn in the capital, on the first floor where travelers and patrons gathered in the tavern, the stories of the kingdom’s legends were being retold over drinks.

“Hey, newcomer! Have you heard about it? That legend!” The bartender, suddenly a bit tongue-tied, leaned closer in excitement.

“Do you mean the Wish-Granting Magician?”

“No, not that one.”

“Ah, then you must mean the King’s daughter, the beautiful princess said to embody all the world’s finest qualities. No one’s seen her, of course, because she’s locked away in a brass palace that only the King and Queen can enter.”

“No, not that one either.”

The bartender handed a bottle of ale to a guest, his expression filled with uncontainable excitement.

“I’m talking about the legend of the Valkyrie sent by the gods to save our kingdom!”

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