The bloody battle to decide the true ruler of the North had just ended.

Valcrash, frozen into a lifelike ice sculpture that could easily fetch hundreds of gold if sold to a great noble, lay motionless. His heart had already been pierced, but he was still the Orc King in name.

To prevent even the slightest chance of resurrection, his head was smashed to eliminate the root of any potential disaster.

Orcs, having lost their leader, wailed and charged at Ashies. However, even in her weakened state, she disposed of them with ease.

Thus, the Orc legion that once ruled the North was annihilated before the day was even over.

“Did we really survive? This isn’t a dream, right?”

“What kind of dream reeks this badly? Those damn orcs stank so much. We made it—we’re alive!”

From those rescued by Ashies to the ones Karami and Linvar had freed while searching the fortress, the captives who had been held by the orcs burst into tears and embraced one another.

They didn’t forget to express their gratitude to Ashies.

“Thank you, beautiful knight. Truly, thank you so much…”

“Huh. A knight? Not a princess?”

“What does it matter? She’s still our hero who saved us!”

“A hero, huh? In times like this, is it okay to hope this endless winter will finally end?”

“Of course it is!”

While the freed captives chattered cheerfully, Linvar brought Tarckind over. Despite the situation being resolved, Tarckind had yet to regain his senses.

“Nooo! Get those females away from me! Save meee!!!”

Because he suffered fits whenever a woman got near him, they had tied him up tightly with ropes to keep him from moving and carried him on Linvar’s back. Even then, he flailed like a worm.

“Ra… mi… who…?”

“He’s Linvar’s captain. We thought he was dead, but he’d been taken captive. The horrors he endured while imprisoned shattered his mind.”

Ashies tilted her head and stared at Tarckind. His flailing stopped the moment his eyes landed on her.

He froze completely.@@novelbin@@

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