"AAAAAAHHH!"

(KLAANG!)

The air tore with a war cry, and the metallic din of the first impact resonated like an alarm bell on the road.

"Kill them!"

The Princess Bandits, who were formerly members of the White Lily Knight Order, led by Olivia (Vargas), burst into the clearing like a surreal vision of beauty and violence.

(SHIIING! CHAAK!)

Their immaculate white armor, designed to showcase the figure, contrasted shockingly with the ferocity of their assault on the caravan.

"Defensive formation!"

However, the mercenaries, experienced yet surprised by the identity and appearance of their attackers, reacted with a mixture of confusion and professionalism.

"Surround the carriages!"

"""Yes!!"""

A seasoned escort captain shouted the order, and the twenty remaining mercenaries moved quickly, forming a tight semicircle, using the caravan's sturdy wheels as an anchor.

(SHICK!!)

Immediately afterwards, they raised their crossbows with a dry sound, projecting spears forward, creating a formidable wall of metal and wood.

"We have to maintain the formation, so don't let your guard down, Boudica."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, pretty boy! GO TO HELL!"

In the center of this precarious line, Shija and Boudica positioned themselves, acting as the pillars of resistance.

"They possess formidable strength."

Shija, the sharp-eyed swordsman, stood at the front with icy composure. His weapon, a single-edged sword, long, wide, and curved, shone dangerously as he brandished it with precision. Dressed in practical armor that covered his body, his face reflected absolute concentration, ignoring the spectacle of the female attackers.

"They are everywhere! We are surrounded, hold the line!"

His voice, calm and sharp, pierced the men's initial panic. His eyes were fixed on the leader of the attacking group: the imposing blonde figure of Olivia (Vargas).

"Those bitches!"

Beside him, Boudica, the bikini-armored warrior, adopted a more aggressive stance. Her powerfully muscular arms and legs were ready. Her tight, defined muscles stood out beneath her scanty armor, and although her breathing was ragged, upon remembering the pain of Melioris's constant punishment, her fury-fueled determination overcame her fear.

"They'll steal even our clothes if we let them! But, unlike what that 'monster' inside the carriage would do, these damned women are nothing!!"

Boudica growled. Placing herself in guard, her fists raised to the height of her face, each hand wrapped in thick leather bandages, concentrating energy for the impact.

"Is that damn woman underestimating us?!"

"I'll rape her before I kill her!"

"I'll do it first!"

But the group of White Lily Princess Bandits, upon hearing those words and feeling provoked, surrounded the caravan from the flank, moving with a terrifying grace, utilizing the agile and trained bodies of their hosts.

"Charge! Show them how Princesses fight!"

And at the command of Olivia (Vargas), bellowed in a deep, vulgar laugh, completely unfitting for her noble face, the group of Princess Bandits launched their attack, the sunlight reflecting off their voluminous chests that shook beneath the openings of their breastplates, and off the panties visible beneath their mini-skirts as they ran.

"Yeehaw! Die!"

Fortea (Gordon), short in stature but with brutal strength, was the first to strike.

(Metallic sound!)

"Ugh!"

Her sword slammed against a mercenary shield with the power of a battering ram, shattering the metal and sending the man tumbling with a groan.

"Too slow, little lamb! You can't stop this even if you put a pussy in front of you!"

Elizia (Rex), with her silver pigtails flying, moved like a shadow.

(SLASH!)

Utilizing the incredible speed that the princess's body granted her, she flanked the defensive line in a blur, her sword aimed directly at a crossbowman's throat.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands, scum! Die and let us enjoy the spoils!"

Behind, Karlen (Demonio) and the other princesses concentrated on the formation's junction points, utilizing their combat skills and the magical power inherent in the noble bodies turned bandit weapons.

"Break through, bitches! Let's see if these cowboys' flesh is as juicy as yours! Break them!"

Their screams, though high-pitched, held a lascivious and ruthless undertone, stripped of all royal dignity that once characterized them.

"Don't look at the cleavage!"

The first wave of assault was devastating, as the mercenaries could not fight with the same coldness against figures that looked like semi-nude noble maidens, which, combined with the inhuman strength and speed they exhibited, left them at a clear disadvantage.

"Concentrate your attacks on the weapons!"

Because of that, Shija shouted, lunging forward to intercept an attack from Fortea.

(CLANG!)

"!!"

The impact of their weapons resonated, and Shija felt a surprising potency in the strike, a force that did not match his opponent's small appearance.

"Go to hell!"

Meanwhile, Boudica lunged toward the weakest point of the line, taking advantage of her fighting style that made no use of weapons, but rather relied on pure strength, agility, and blunt strikes.

"Haaaah!"

(BANG!!)

Thus, she ran directly toward two of the Princess Bandits, dodging their thrusts and roaring; her right fist moved like a piston, hitting one of the attackers' chainmail head-on with a dull, brutal sound.

"Bleeergh...!"

This caused the possessed bandit to double over in mid-air from the impact, the blow being intended to create a breach and keep the attackers at bay.

"Damn it! The samurai and the bikini bitch are the only grains in the fucking ass of this party. If we kill them, the rest will shit their pants!"

But Olivia (Vargas), upon seeing the situation and evaluating the scene, understood who the greatest threats were thanks to the strategic brain of her host body.

"Your turn, bitch! Go sleep with the fishes! FUCK OFF!"

Because of that, the instant Boudica lowered her guard after the punch, a flurry of white movement lunged at her.

"What?!"

The leader, Olivia (Vargas), had recognized Boudica as a purely physical threat that had to be neutralized immediately, and with her beautiful blue eyes, now filled with the brutal cunning of Vargas, she charged the warrior.

"Die, you damn muscular woman!"

The voice of Olivia (Vargas), though melodious, carried a grave tone of contempt as she brandished her elegant longsword, whose noble steel aimed with murderous precision toward Boudica's head.

"IT'S A LETHAL ATTACK! DON'T GET DISTRACTED!"

But in that critical moment, Shija did not hesitate. His senses, honed by rigorous training and his perception of Ki and energy flow, screamed Vargas's murderous intent at him.

"Back off!"

So, without thinking twice, Shija intervened, using the technique that allowed him to create distance.

(SHIIING! FUASH! SWISH!)

Thus, Shija launched a series of fast, powerful, and invisible air slashes, where the energy released by his sword tore through the air with a sharp whistle.

"Watch out!"

"Uwaa?!"

"Retreat...!"

These cuts were not intended to injure, but to force the attackers to fall back.

(KLIINNG!)

In reaction, Olivia (Vargas) was forced to stop her lethal thrust, and had to divert the trajectory of her sword to counteract the invisible blasts that would have otherwise struck her.

"Now!"

And that momentary diversion was all Shija needed.

"Concentrate your defense!"

In the window of time that Shija's attack provided, the swordsman moved like lightning, taking advantage of the forced distance to cover Boudica.

"Kyōgetsu Style: Heavenly Wind!"

Thus, Shija shouted, interposing himself between Olivia (Vargas) and Boudica.

"Damn samurai!"

The sword of Olivia (Vargas), now charged with the bandit's frustration, struck Shija's blade furiously.

(CLAAAAAAAAAANG!)

The clash of metal was deafening, creating blinding sparks that illuminated Shija's face while the space between them turned into a blurred dance of steel.

(CLANG! ZING! CLANG! CHI-CHI-CHI-CHI! WHIRRR!)

Shija's and Olivia's swords clashed and slid at a dizzying speed, creating a constant flurry of sparks and a metallic echo that seemed to defy the reality.

(CHING-CHING-CHING-CHI-CHI-CHI-CLANG-CLANG-CHING!)

The swords became a silver and black blur, moving too fast for the human eye to follow. Individual strikes were not heard, but rather a continuous, deafening metallic shriek that vibrated in the chests of everyone present.

(CLANG!)

It was the sound of Vargas's fury trying to break the line, colliding with Shija's absolute concentration. The blades repelled, slid, and met again in fractions of a second, each contact sending a shockwave through the muddy ground.

With every encounter, a torrential rain of white and red sparks erupted from the blades. These sparks did not fall to the ground; they were so numerous and fast that they formed an incandescent arc of light that enveloped the combatants, creating a miniature dome of fire.

(CHING! CHI-CHI-CHI-CHI! KLIING! CLANG-CLANG! ZIIIING! CLACK! KLIING!)

"...."

In the midst of the exchange, Shija channeled his Ki through his sword, manifesting a pale blue, cold aura around his steel—a reflection of his calm mind and fatal intent.

(CLANG! CHI-CHI-CHI! ZING!)

"!!"

On the other hand, the murderous malice of Olivia (Vargas), fueled by the bandit's depraved pleasure in the princess's body, manifested as a burning, reddish mist that adhered to her sword.

(CLAAANG!!)

This caused their auras to collide at every instant in a clash between vulgar fire and disciplined ice.

(CHING! CHI-CHI-CHI-CHI! KLIING! CLANG-CLANG! ZIIIING! CLACK! KLIING!)

But despite the intensity, neither gave an inch.

"..."

Shija, with the unwavering posture of a samurai, used momentum to hold firm, his face a mask of tense concentration that barely contained his fury.

"!!"

In contrast, Olivia (Vargas) moved with a savage and unexpected grace, utilizing the superior strength of the possessed princess's body to match Shija's precision.

The collision was a mirror of force and speed. Two human whirlwinds trapped in a bubble of boiling steel, where victory or death would be decided by the slightest lapse.

(CLAAAAAANNNGG!!)

Their faces were so close that Shija’s icy breath and Olivia (Vargas)’s silenced, maniacal laughter could be mutually felt. The fight was an explosive stalemate, proof that Shija had found an opponent whose murderous intent was as pure—though perverted—as his own, equating in skill to his.

(KLIING!)

Finally, their clash instantly transformed into a vortex of movement in which both Shija and Olivia (Vargas) pulled apart and immediately collided again in a ceaseless cycle.

(ZING!)

And driven by the repulsive force of their techniques, the two warriors separated barely a meter, only to launch themselves at each other again.

(CHI-CHI-CHI!)

The torrent of sparks and shrieking metal shifted across the battlefield as a pair of entangled comets.

(CLANG-CLANG!)

Until, at one point, the duel led them to the height of a caravan carriage, where the shockwave of a new impact caused the wood to tremble.

(CLAAAAAAANNNNNGGG!!!)

The next instant, both slid toward the edge of the mercenary formation, where, to the eyes of the rest of the combatants, the duel was nothing more than a series of rapid and furious metallic flashes and echoes as both moved with absolute concentration, where every step, every twist of the wrist, was a measured response to the opponent's attempt at death.

In that instant, the shouts, the clashes, and even the battlefield had vanished for them, reduced to distant background noise.

(KABOOM!)

Vargas's brutality confronted Shija's refinement.

(SHIIING-KLIING!)

Olivia (Vargas) attempted powerful, wide attacks, seeking to crush the samurai's defense, issuing powerful cuts; however, Shija did not respond with brute force, but with precision. His Kyōgetsu style allowed for quick slashes that sought to break Vargas's flow.

In the end, both styles were completely opposite...

(ZING! CLANG!)

But in turn, their eyes were unable to look away from the other as they mutually refined themselves by colliding in this manner.

Shija's serious, penetrating eyes observed the energetic pattern of Vargas's malice, searching for the moment of weakness. Princess Olivia's blue eyes, now filled with a brutal lewdness, reflected a singular obsession: tearing down the only worthy resistance. The pleasure of the kill and the adrenaline of the danger had become the sole focus of their lives.

"Ahahahahaha!!"

"!!"

... For neither could stop.