At the city gate, everyone stared in astonishment at the blood-soaked woman.
They had heard about the incident involving the Barton knight—how she had ultimately struck him down with a single stab, avenging her father.
The brutal scene was still fresh in their minds.
However, joining the army—a place dominated by men, fraught with danger and high mortality rates—was a perilous choice.
Without the resolve to defend one's country, enlisting was nearly indistinguishable from seeking death.
Under the oppressive gaze of the Third Princess, the blood-soaked woman clenched her fists tightly, refusing to retreat.
The chaos of war had already claimed her mother, and now her father had been cruelly killed by a knight from the Barton Kingdom.
She was an orphan.
At this moment, her heart burned with the fire of vengeance.
She wanted the Barton Kingdom to pay for what they had done.
