It would be nice if the princess declared war first.

  Because the ruler said that it was ok to do whatever we pleased.

  And……

  Half a day later, a messenger brought a message.

  “It is confirmed that the princess has declared war through the temple! We will have a battle this month!”


  “Oh, ho.”


  “Hahahahahahaha.”


  “She is trying to make a desperate move while the ruler is absent, which is a great opportunity for us.”


  “This is great. The princess has taken her last steps.”


  “If we win, she will be our prisoner.”


  “And we were told to do whatever we pleased.”


  If the Blood Ruler were a king, the princess would have been offered to the king, but the Blood Ruler is a queen.

  So among the treasure, we can share the beauty just among them.

  They made eye contact with each other.

  Classy yet glamorous, chic but gentle—the knight princess’s body was an appetizing one. None of them had any intention of holding back.

  “Haha. Great. After our victory, we will take the princess as the highest achievement. Do I have your agreement?”


  “That sounds fair.”


  “Good. I agree.”


  Victory was a given. The only important thing was who would take the princess first. All three of them felt the burning desire to conquer that innocent body. Getting leftovers would be so boring.

  “Haha, don’t complain if I completely destroy her.”


  “Ha, who told you we would let you take her first?”


  “You will both bite the dust, haha, there will be nothing left when I’m done.”


  Their laughter echoed loudly around the bleak castle.

  At that moment, everyone at the hero level thought exactly the same thing. The princess would be defeated without a doubt. Whatever she did would be in vain.

  One of them would take the virginity of her beautiful body.

  Too bad.

  They all gulped because they all wanted that body as well. Although they knew there would be no chance for them, they still fantasized. But well, now it would all be over.

  With this absolute difference between their military strength, it was clear who would win.

  “So until that day, which one should I take instead,” Nart murmured while browsing the girls behind bars.

  The girls knew that becoming an ingredient for the Blood Ruler’s bath was painful and miserable, but becoming a plaything for the three knights was not too different from that.

  “Number 37, 39, and 72. Come out.”


  They all had names but were instead called by numbers. To the hero class, they were just “things,” and it was convenient to call things by numbers.

  The three knights played with the three girls until they were finished and then threw them away.

  I want to go home……

  I miss my mom……

  Hopeless wishes brought about more pain.

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