Bordeaux wanted to start the mission immediately.
However, looking back at the several luxurious dragon carriages stopped on the plains, he temporarily put aside his tactical plans. Going into an active warzone with a convoy like this would be equivalent to dragging a massive, taunting target across the battlefield, practically inviting the Demi-Human alliance to attack them.
"Our squad's supplies have been depleted significantly over the past few days. We need to replenish them at a nearby town first. What do you all think?" Bordeaux proactively asked for their opinions, showing respect to the Mathers representative.
"You understand the situation here better," Julia replied smoothly. "You know what needs to be done more clearly than we do."
"Then we'll head to town to resupply first, and then proceed with the military mission."
"Mm."
The itinerary was decided. Regulus's massive convoy, combined with Bordeaux's Knight squad, brought the total number of the traveling party to roughly two hundred people.
The two-hundred-person team set off together and soon arrived at a nearby fortified town.
"Bivitz, take some men to purchase the rations and supplies the team needs," Bordeaux ordered.
"I understand, Captain." A tall, slender man wearing glasses accepted Bordeaux's assignment and led a few knights away into the market.
After they left, Bordeaux turned to the rest of the squad.
"The remaining people, patrol the surroundings and secure a perimeter. Oh, Wilhelm, you stay here." Bordeaux reached out and stopped the young Sword Demon, who was just about to wander off.
"What is it?" Wilhelm asked, his tone cold and impatient.
"I've already promised Lord Regulus that you'll demonstrate your strength for him. You wouldn't want to see me, your captain, lose face, would you?"
"That's your business, not mine."
Wilhelm seemed completely unconcerned, showing absolutely no respect for his squad captain's authority.
"Don't say that," Bordeaux sighed. "He's heard of your name all the way from the Capital. Someone wanting to witness your strength is inherently something to be proud of, isn't it?"
"My sword isn't for performance..." Wilhelm muttered, though his icy attitude softened slightly.
No matter what, they had spent several brutal weeks bleeding together on the front lines. The captain of this squad, though his superior, wasn't arrogant or incompetent. So, apart from their somewhat awkward initial meeting, Wilhelm's overall impression of Bordeaux was quite good; he found the burly man agreeable enough to tolerate.
"If he can accept the consequences, I don't mind," Wilhelm said, turning his dead eyes to Regulus.
'Wanting to witness my strength?' Wilhelm sneered internally. 'I'm not a fool. This noble-looking fop is clearly looking for trouble. If he wants to cause problems, he better be prepared to get beaten half to death.'
"This..." Bordeaux hesitated, sensing Wilhelm's killing intent.
"It's alright," Regulus smiled placidly. "There is no need for him to hold back deliberately."
"My Lord!" Carol warned, stepping forward.
"Captain Bordeaux," Regulus ignored her, keeping his eyes on Wilhelm. "Is there a suitable place nearby for some physical activity? Preferably spacious, with no innocent people or fragile objects around."
"There is, yes. A training ground behind the barracks."
"Then I'll trouble you to lead the way."
"..."
Regulus's resolute, strangely confident attitude left Bordeaux with nothing more to say. Furthermore, looking at the expressions on the faces of the two girls standing beside Regulus—Julia and Carol—they didn't seem the least bit worried that Regulus would suffer against the Sword Demon. This subtly indicated that the white-haired man was likely very formidable in his own right.
"Alright. Follow me," Bordeaux agreed.
But just as he was about to lead the way for Regulus, he suddenly noticed a girl emerging from Regulus's lead dragon carriage. The sight made him freeze in disbelief, and he had to violently rub his eyes.
"Regulus," the girl called out.
"What is it?" Regulus turned around.
"We've been traveling for so long, and I think everyone is a bit bored. Can we let everyone out to stretch their legs and walk around the town during this stop?" Theresia asked, her red hair catching the sunlight.
"Yes. And you actually don't need to ask me about such trivial things," Regulus replied gently. "You can come out to play whenever you want. I have no intention of restricting your freedom."
"Is that so? Then I'll go tell my sister and the others!"
Regulus watched a very happy Theresia turn and practically skip back towards the dragon carriage.
However, rather than saying he didn't restrict them, more precisely, it should be said that there was absolutely no need to restrict them. Because they had all been marked by his Authority, and recently, they had all received the absolute greatest satisfaction as women. They wouldn't dream of leaving him.
At the same time, Bordeaux's jaw was practically hitting the dirt.
"My... My Lord," Bordeaux stammered, pointing a trembling finger. "That young lady just now... she is the young lady of the Astrea family, right?!"
"That's right. She is indeed Theresia van Astrea," Regulus confirmed casually.
Bordeaux didn't know what to say anymore. His mind short-circuited. He distinctly remembered Regulus stating earlier that all the girls in the convoy were his women.
This was the contemporary Sword Saint! Even if this Sword Saint didn't seem to properly fulfill her battlefield responsibilities, she was still the absolute pinnacle of the Kingdom's nobility!
"Wh—!" Bordeaux's eyes instantly widened to the point of tearing.
Bordeaux, who was already silently marveling at the absurdity of the situation, saw a continuous, endless stream of girls emerging from the lead dragon carriage.
From just one luxurious carriage, nearly twenty first-rate beauties disembarked one after another, stretching their legs and chatting excitedly.
Bordeaux unconsciously raised a hand to clutch his chest. He couldn't take it anymore.
'These... these are all...?!' Bordeaux screamed internally. 'All of them are the women of this man standing before me?!'
But what he truly couldn't take came next.
As the girls disembarked from the first carriage, some went directly to knock on the doors of the other carriages. Except for the very last wagon, which seemed to hold supplies and luggage, the other five massive dragon carriages were all completely filled with girls.
Visually, as they flooded into the town square, there were definitely over a hundred of them. And every single one was a breathtaking beauty.
Faced with such an overwhelming scene, Bordeaux felt the hot blood in his body rush straight to his brain. He turned his head slowly, stiffly, to look at Regulus.
The emotions of envy, jealousy, and hatred in his heart had broken through their absolute limits; he felt an irresistible, primal urge to personally strike this man down, to vent his profound frustration by punching Regulus's smug face as hard as he could.
But then... a sudden, terrifying realization washed over him. At the same time, a profound sense of awe and admiration welled up from the very depths of his soul.
'This man is definitely a warrior,' Bordeaux realized, his anger evaporating into sheer dread. 'A warrior who puts his inner desires into action.'
This was over a hundred women.
Bordeaux had no doubt in his heart that once night fell, the person who possessed this monstrous harem would have to witness what true, unadulterated terror was.
Just imagining the sheer stamina required to satisfy over a hundred demanding beauties every single night...
Bordeaux couldn't help but shiver violently. The suffocating emotions of envy, jealousy, and hatred suddenly eased tremendously. He only had one wife waiting for him back home, and he was already physically and mentally overwhelmed by her demands. He truly couldn't envy this white-haired man. To live that life would genuinely be fatal!
So, under Regulus's confused gaze, Bordeaux's tightly clenched fist slowly relaxed. He raised his hand and offered Regulus a solemn, deeply respectful thumbs-up.
In Bordeaux's eyes, the man before him was undeniably the strongest entity in the world.
However, it wasn't just Bordeaux reacting. Wilhelm, who was also standing nearby, went from initial astonishment to a fierce, burning hint of jealousy welling up in his teenage heart.
But in the end, Wilhelm, too, had to admit a begrudging sliver of admiration. After all, there weren't many men with the sheer audacity to put their arrogant desires into such blatant action.
'Therefore, I've decided,' Wilhelm thought, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyes narrowing with competitive fire. 'I will be a little more ruthless when I strike him later. I absolutely cannot disappoint such an audacious man.'
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