In the courtyard of the Glayder's main Mansion.
With veins on her face, Farah gritted her teeth. – IT WAS ME, YOU SUCKER! I WAS THE ONE WHO KILLED YOUR IDIOTIC FATHER!! AND I REGRET NOT HAVING KILLED THE BASTARD HEIR AND THAT WHORE YOU CALL QUEEN!! – she screamed and then spat at Arthur's feet.
– Why?! – Arthur asked, gripping his sword even tighter.
Farah, looking at Arthur, chuckled. – WHY, ASKS THE BASTARD. IT'S BECAUSE I WANTED TO! THAT SLUT YOU CALL MOTHER STOLE WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE! I WAS HEINRICH'S FIANCÉE, I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE QUEEN!! WE WERE ALREADY ENGAGED WHEN THAT WHORE ARRIVED, BUT HE PUT ME ASIDE BECAUSE OF BIGGER BREASTS AND ASS!! – she screamed, the words came out of the depths of her heart, years of grudge and hurt finally unleashed.
In a swift movement, Arthur cut off her left arm. – Since you trust your beauty to make the king of Indrith do what you want, I'll cut out your tongue and ears, and you won't be able to leave Camelot anymore! – Arthur ordered, looking coldly at her.
– AHHH!! – Farah screamed, kneeling in pain.
With her face on the floor, Farah moaned in pain, but even so her laughter returned. – Haha.. Haha... Haha! THAT'S WHY YOUR GRANDMOTHER DIED, YOU WEAKLING! YOU DON'T HAVE THE COURAGE TO FACE YOUR ENEMIES, YOU HIDE BEHIND PLANS! BUT I'M NOT A COWARD, AMAZONS ARE PROSTITUTES, AND AS LONG AS I'M ALIVE, THEY'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! INCLUDING YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR MINI-SLUT SISTER... – she shouted with veins on her face, she was going mad from the pain.
– Child, you'd better kill me, you won't have another chance... – Farah made it clear, staring at Arthur's expressionless face.
Arthur looked at her. "This woman... I didn't want to kill her, but she gave me the perfect motivation to not look like revenge..." he thought, a smile of pleasure forming on his face.
Prince Persival, already impatient and veins bulging on his face, stretched out his sword and advanced towards her, cutting off her head. – That's for everything you did to my family, you snake! – he exclaimed, blood dripping from his sword.
Behind Persival, Farah's head fell to the ground, and her body continued to stain the floor with blood.
Arthur looked at his men. – Let's go! Let only the old man, his wife, his servants and little grandchildren. Let him think that it was the Sato family who did all this! – he ordered, walking towards the exit.
Arthur's men began killing people using the Sato House Art, leaving marks of the Sato Martial Art on the corpses. Thus, whoever saw it could not accuse the king, but the Sato.
Persival and Galahad walked toward the exit of the mansion, following the king.
…
At sunrise, on the fourth floor of the Chamberlain mansion, Arthur walked down the corridor towards his room.
Hera, in a white robe, stood at the door of Arthur's room. – Arthur, good morning... – she said, smiling in relief.
He stopped and, looking at her, sighed. – Hera, what are you doing at my bedroom door? And dressed like that?
She approached, invading his personal space. – I was worried about you, and besides, you're avoiding me. What can I do? – Hera whispered, staring at him.
Arthur, looking at Hera, raised his eyebrow. "Waste of time..." He sighed to himself. – You're tired, go to sleep! – he said, pushing her away.
She removed his hands from her shoulders and placed her hand on his chest. – Don't push me away, stop pushing me away... – Hera said, putting her other hand on his cheek.
Arthur, with his usual cold and indifferent gaze, took a step back, showing complete indifference to the most beautiful woman in the world.
– What are you doing? – Arthur asked.
Looking at him with displeased eyes, Hera swelled her cheek. – This is normal between engaged couples, Arthur...
His eyebrows raised, he was amazed, and a kind of nervous smile formed on his face. "I never talked about engagement. Has this woman gone mad?! I don't want to date her or anything..." he thought, unable to understand what she meant. – What do you want exactly?
For him, it was nothing, but for her, a man committing to marry her was a clear sign of engagement. Strange how he understands a lot about many things, but about feelings and women, foolish.
Hera, looking at Arthur with a raised eyebrow. "Why this reaction?! He asked me to marry him..." she thought. – We act like strangers all day long. Can't you be loving at least for a few minutes? – she grunted, her brow furrowed.
"She's taking it very seriously, it was just so I could slip under the radar of the elders. And not having to deal with other women..." Arthur thought, looking at her with an expression of indignation.
– If you manage to reach the Unrestrained Dimension before the upcoming battle, I'll think about you. – Arthur crossing his hands, he challenged.
Those words were music to Hera's ears, she jumped out of joy. – I'm already at the Transcendent Dimension's peak, there's just one breakthrough left to reach the Unrestrained Dimension, you promise? – she said with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with joy and excitement.
Arthur ran his hand over her head with a smile on his face. – I'll give you those minutes you want... – he said, turning his back on her, walking towards his room.
Smiling, Hera changed her countenance. – WHAT?! Not just minutes! YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE ME A KISS! – she shouted, but blushing she covered her face in shame.
Laughing, Arthur waved. – Breakthrough, and get out of here! – he exclaimed, entering his room.
The woman raised her hand in victory. "I'm going to train right now!" she decided, running to the training ground.
...
Arthur, in his room, sighed. – I think I should have chosen a less clingy person... But Hera has a magnificent body, the combination between me and her will surely produce children who are well endowed in everything, especially in martial arts... – he said, removing the scabbard from his back.
Each day that passed, it became clearer that he didn't care about her. The marriage to her was just another political maneuver. Having a bride freed him from the elders' pressure to find a wife, and he wouldn't have to worry about a queen if he only has one wife. And especially, if he married Hera, who was a woman of extreme beauty, capable of enrapturing anyone who looks at her, who was not only voluptuously beautiful but popular and charismatic, he would put the people in his pocket.
…
In the next room, Alexia was leaning on her door with a katana in her hand. Sweaty and sad, she sighed.
Panting, "I also want... I want a kiss too..." Alexia blushed, and her pupils turned to pulsing hearts.