1693 New Assignment
Camilla, the great beauty, now reduced to this level of living on the edge of desperation... Can you believe it?
One of the--... if not the most dangerous woman in all of Titarian, was now forced into this state of mystery.
Should she bow her head in fear because of her current predicament? No, she wouldn't!
Squaring her shoulders and standing tall, she slowly unsheathed her dagger and pointed it forward.
"Show yourself. Who goes there?"
The stangant ones didn't move, and the only noises that could be heard were hers and the sounds of water dripping in the distance.
A layman might truly believe they were alone. But who was she?
A rare female member of the T.O.E.P.
Though it was possible for women to train and have their factions, it was still very possible in the organization.
Most female members will only focus on their guard getting training, not wanting to train intensely and make their bodies masculine.
But Camilla has always believed she was a defendant of the goddess of beauty herself.
So no matter what she dies, she felt she would always be the fairest in the land.
Sure enough, she was right since no matter how she trained her body remained the same, unlike some Pirate Morg females who developed manly looks and arms that could crush their partners in one go.
Doing arm wrestling competitions and losing to one's woman was so humiliating and grounds for a breakup.
It wasn't a joke.
Many men who used to be lovers of these burly female pirates were quick to break up, feeling their egos bruised.
It got so bad that these female pirates had to take in a harem of slaves as lovers since these slaves would never be able to escape their grasp on their respective shared islands.
Hmph!
If these slave boys wanted to live, they best be knowledgeable about eating their wives, dishing out compliments here and there and making these women feel that their bodies were the most beautiful of all.
Camilla always raised her chin boldly, when bragging about how skilled she was despite her current sexy figure.
Who can be more blessed than her?
Seeing as her body hadn't changed from training, Camilla went crazy on it, working hard to make herself strong.
She had to admit that even though she worked hard, she was still slightly above average compared to the many TOEP members.
But if it's a fight here in Titarian she was confident to have the last laugh.
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"I hate repeating myself."
Swish!
The blade whistled in the air, and what followed next was the muffled sound of a man in pain.
Bam!
A loud thump echoed in the space, as Camilla's attack successfully landed its mark.
Slowly advancing toward the dying figure, the air pressure around her also increased by leaps.
Her eyes were menacing, her face expressionless and her overall demeanor resembled that of a grim reaper.
Tilting her head to the side, she watched the masked man struggle for air, slowly dying in shock and filled with unwillingness.
Who would've known Camilla had such skills?
Neither his master nor the entity of Titarian were aware of her skills.
Sure. Most noble women had guards and units of knights in their forces who did their bidding.
Most fathers gave these knight units to their daughters after their coming of age.
The women in question don't know how to fight yet they could control such a vast number of forces.
How to say it? The knights were not per se loyal but had no choice to be since they not only swore an oath to do so but also had their children's life at stake if they dared to disobey.
Who cares about the wife? They can marry as many women as they like.
The problem was having their heirs killed for their mistakes.
War does terrible things to a man.
Do you know some lost the ability to give seeds to their women after returning from war?
This meant their current children were the only ones they would have for the rest of their lives.
So imagine hearing about the beheading or death of those said children?
For some, it was the thought of their mothers or fathers getting beheaded that made their stomachs churn.
Whether it was for love or inheritance's sake, they didn't want such a thing to happen when they were far away.
In a nutshell, these female masters held what they valued the most in their palms, letting the knights know that should they betray them, their families, aspirations, or what they desired most would be taken away from them.
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"How.... you, you, you--"
Pouff~
The masked man in black coughed a mouthful of blood, slowly and unwillingly losing consciousness.
He wished he could magically send word to those in the capital about Canilla's true strength. But it was too late for him now.
Camilla watched him take his final breath, not bothering to interrogate the fool.
After all, she already recognized a few things on his body that insinuated he was sent by those bastards in the Capital.
No one knows she could fight.
No one knows she was as good as the top 50 rank killers in the empire.
How disgusting.
Camilla pulled her dagger out of his neck and slowly wiped the blood strains off.
Now then... time to keep keeping.
Putting her hoodie back on, she hastily walked through the dark underground tunnel caves.
Although she hated Baymard, she had to admit that their jackets were the warmest and most stylish she had ever seen or used.
With her heart trembling heavily, Camilla ran as fast as she could through the space for 30 minutes before reaching a wider space.
"There!"
She saw the horse kept for her, as well as a note of instructions on where to go next.
"Hyah!"
Camilla slapped the subsides of her horse with her legs and continued her journey onwards.
Although she would've been safe in the Capital, it was still hard to say how long that pretentious peace would last.
It's been a while since the late incident when the TOEP attacked Gregory on his coronation day.
Everything should've gone perfectly right, except they didn't account for Gregory's surprise visitors from Baymard who stormed the place and killed many of their forces.
Camilla was extremely glad she didn't pump a majority of her forces for that battle.
Though skeptical, there was no true proof to say Camilla had something to do with the assassination attempt on that day.
Her hands were thoroughly clean by the death of the men she sent in. No one could even identify these men as hers.
They were all classified as people from a mysterious unknown order.
How very convenient for her, since she cried and showed public love for Gregory.
That being said, she should still be able to live a happy life, knowing they would never have anything to toe her to the matter.
But Camilla was on the edge, always feeling it will only be a matter of time before their patience for her ran thin.
For now, they kept sending people to watch her every move.
For now, all they did was watch. But who is to say watching won't soon turn into assassinating?
Camilla will never wait for such a day to come. She left most of her guards by her children's side and fled in accordance with the TOEP's instructions.
She wasn't fleeing per se, but heading to get the latest updates on when the T.O.E.P would finally strike back.
Additionally, she heard there were special tasks specifically designed for her to take up. So how can she still stay in the Capital?
"Dammit!"
Camilla cursed under her breath.
"If that one bastard could trail me so closely, it means there is an enemy close by. I have to leave this area fast!"
It's off since she recalled blowing up the cave's underground entrance with barrels of black powder after getting in.
So could it be that in her moment of carelessness, that scout snuck in before the place was sealed?
If so, the enemy might not know that there is a hidden tunnel here.
Either way, she would dutifully report everything to the T.O.E.P as per usual
It will be up to them to investigate further.
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Gallop. Gallop. Gallop. Gallop~
Camilla's thighs were beginning to burn.
Her hair was fizzy, her looks were haggard and her riding clumsy.
It's been 12 hours of riding underground nonstop.
This was a T.O.E.P's exclusive tunnel path. There were wild creatures living here.
Even if a few do get in, Camilla was still confident in her jet skills of taking them down.
The tunnel had torches strategically lit along the walls.
Finally, she was out at last.
Camilla ran through the woods for an additional 14 hours nonstop, before reaching a lone cottage in the woods.
Finally, she saw her mission.
[Head to Baymard and prepare for the Organization's Grand Arrival]
It seems they too have had enough of Baymard!
This time, their big finale was near!
