Tattered and exhausted. The four are in need of a quick rest. Mawra lays down and rolls around the floor as if she doesn't have the strength to lunge on the bed, Tiary kneels down and prays, Darvic falls down face first like a dead log and Polwil leans the wall. In the next few days, an event happens. The return of the princess and her knight, they are not celebrated as heroes but rather feared as some war mongers. They are not bothered by the fact, what bothers them on the face is something else. They want to get some empathy and the people view them as monsters from years ago. Black Sheep know what about to come but
"We shall wage war full scale on those Ahib dogs" - As she stabs the dagger on the table
"You can't be that rash, please reconsider" - Narva is afraid
"Why do you tell us first?" - Polwil glares
"Because one thing for sure, you four shall be the frontal scouts. You four are quite flexible and quite reliable. Besides, your home is in ruin, there is no home to come back to. Others are either unreliable, still have something to lose or incompetent. Those who are incompetent shall be the fodders, those who still have something to lose become the back line support and those unreliable rats, one wrong step, their neck will be hung under the scorching sun of their homeland" - She smirks
"Are there other scouts?" - Darvic sharpens his spear
"A few other reliable rats of mine should be in place. But you four shall be my loyal hounds and protect those rats in need." - She chugs down a mug
"Why must such people die? Don't we have an open heart to forgive?" - Tiary looks worried
"Open your door and they shall flood. I have seen it, they have thrown their old leader to promote such barbaric cruelty against humanity. Those four you met the other day, those are the last of the good kind of theirs and now, no more. Down to the last drop of their blood shall be perished to the void" - She stabs the steak as if that is the neck of someone
"So, us four have nothing else but our neck and heart to you? What is the point of doing such risky neck on the line chores?" - Mawra closes the book
"I shall offer you rewards. First off, if all of you ever survive, their kingdom is yours to ministrate. Secondly, if you ever so care about lives, I don't care about them, they are yours to decide. Thirdly, if you ever all die, your family will be in my care after the war. Lastly, in the event of my death, Narva will take over the command and remember the pact you signed, Narva. Obey me even after my death" - She glares at Narva.
And so begins the war. The war is long and yet nothing ever changed between greed and hunger. The graves are never made, the corpses reek the smell of despair and yet, nothing seems to want to eat such a thing. Later known in so many decades is not the story of the four but rather, a legacy of a wrathful princess and her pile of corpses.