The Marquis Is a Woman!!!
The woman holding the silver Long sword was looking at Victor with a murderous gaze. In response, Victor simply showed his trademark smile.
The cave fortress had fallen strangely quiet.
Only moments ago, the air had been filled with the clatter of armor, the cries of soldiers, and the sharp whistle of arrows cutting through the cavern. Now, after Victor had casually dismantled their defenses, an uneasy silence settled over the battlefield.
Dust drifted through the golden light of the torches.
Several armored knights stood frozen where they had charged. Broken swords lay scattered across the stone floor, and the fortress gate remained open behind them.
Victor stood calmly among the wreckage.
His black hair shifted slightly in the underground breeze. His golden eyes rested on the woman beyond the gate, studying her without the slightest trace of fear.
She was the one who had attacked him.
