The priestess was completely smitten as she watched the blue-eyed boy descend down the pitfall while holding on to a rope.
To her, he was no different from an angel sent by the goddess herself to save her.
After reaching down, he didn't even look at the corpses around them, moving straight towards her.
Without asking for permission, he bent down and picked her up.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Her enthrailment was finally broken by the pain of the spears impaling her bodies leaving as blood sprayed everywhere.
Dying both of them as well as the ground under them red in blood.
The priestess felt her consciousness leaving her as blood spilled everywhere.
'Am I going to die here?'
She asked herself as it became hard to keep her eyes open due to the rapid blood loss.
And yet, when she looked at the boy carrying her, it felt like everything was going to be okay.
His expression remained calm and collected without a shred of panic as he asked.
"Where do you live?"
She took a moment to admire his pretty face, which would put even hers to shame, as it became hard to form thoughts.
But she still managed to answer.
"A bit further north from here."
"I understand"
Her body refused to listen to her anymore, and weakness overtook her body, and before long, she had lost consciousness.
Yet, for some reason, she didn't feel scared or that she was going to die.
For some reason, she felt like everything was going to be fine now that the boy had found her.
**
"Where am I?" the priestess asked once she recovered.
She didn't remember much of what had happened.
All she remembered was how she and her fellow tribesmen died.
And how she was also about to die until a certain memory replayed in her head.
"Saviour!!!" she screamed out.
"Priestess"
"My lady"
"Priestess, you're safe."
A bunch of nurses rushed inside, hearing her panicked voice, and were relieved to hear her voice.
Just like the men, the women had dark skin with red and white tattoos on their faces and bodies.
And unlike the priestess, their dresses only covered their chests and legs, leaving their shoulders and bellies exposed.
"Mya, Tila, and Rula, where am I and what happened?" she asked, addressing the nurses.
"You were saved by a kind young boy and were able to be saved," one of the nurses said.
"He must be sent by the goddess herself to save you," another one chimed in.
"I wonder if he's still single." The third nurse made a short comment under her breath, not expecting anyone to hear it.
But she wasn't that lucky and ended up getting heard.
"Rula, don't dream about things that are out of reach," the priestess said in a cold and stern, emotionless tone.
Her voice was devoid of the usual warmth and serenity.
This was the first time any of the nurses had heard and seen this side of their beloved priestess, which unsettled them.
"Anyways, where is my hu- benefactor?" she asked.
'She almost called him husband'
All three of the nurses thought in unison but didn't voice out; after all, it would only take a single word from her to get them all executed.
"He's currently in the main village hall, getting treated the way the benefactor of our precious priestess should be treated," Rula replied in an even and non-panicked tone, doing her best not to show she was affected by the priestess's previous comment.
"That's good; it's only natural for an angel sent by the goddess herself to be treated with hospitality"
"Malady I hope I'm not out of line, but may I ask why you keep referring to the boy as an 'angel'?"
One of the nurses asked in a tone containing some nervousness, but she did a good job hiding it.
Hearing her, the priestess placed one of her hands on her chin as she began contemplating for almost a whole minute.
The nurse who asked this almost thought she had spoken out of line and was about to be executed for it.
After all, scenes of the priestess ordering people to be executed just for being annoying were not uncommon.
To both the human and goblin settlements, she was indispensable as the only one who could understand and talk to both races.
Her strategic importance was obvious to even the slowest of people.
If something happened to her, the alliance that had taken years to form between the two races would be broken within days, and war would break out.
But that was perhaps the obvious reason; another perhaps even more important reason was that she was the only one who could communicate with the goddess.
She was the daughter of the goddess, and if something were to happen to her, their whole world would have to face the goddess wrath.
For these two reasons, she was treated as a princess, getting anything and everything she ever wanted.
Eventually, her long contemplation finally came to an end, allowing the poor nurse to breathe a sigh of relief at knowing she wasn't about to be executed, as she said.
"Only an angel could look so perfect and free of imperfections.
And besides, he came to save me in my most dire moment, as if he were sent by the goddess herself to save her daughter," the priestess explained herself.
And the nurses were left speechless after hearing her logic.
They wanted to rebuke, but for some reason they found themselves agreeing.
The boy had shown up out of nowhere and looked so pretty that it was blinding, even though the girls in the settlement were jealous of his natural beauty.
But that was just a superficial reason.
By just saving the priestess, the boy had prevented a great tragedy from befalling their people.
The more one thought about it, the more sense it made.
And besides, the goddess had already blessed them with their daughter, so who was to say she couldn't send an angel to save her daughter?
"Enough about that, take me to my husband—oops, I meant future husband," the priestess giggled like a child, and yet none of the nurses dared make fun of her.
At this point, it was obvious to everyone that the priestess had made up her mind about the boy, and once her mind was made up about something, no one could stop her from getting it.