Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

With the onset of the sun, the war bells rang out, their echoes resounding across the battlefield. The laser lights that had illuminated the center were extinguished, shifting the area into a stark, tense atmosphere. With shouts of loud war cries, the two armies surged forward, clashing head-on in a storm of steel and fury.

Princess Amara, at the forefront, led a formidable group of warriors with her twin swords flashing in the early morning light. "For Farus! For our honor!" she shouted, her voice rallying her troops as they pierced the front defenses of the Taurus army with unwavering determination.

The Taurus soldiers, caught off guard by the ferocity of Amara's assault, struggled to hold their ground. "Hold the line!" their commanders shouted, but their voices were drowned out by the clash of weapons and the cries of the wounded.

Amara fought with unparalleled skill, her swords moved in a blur of motion as she cut through the enemy ranks. "Push forward! Don't give them an inch!" she commanded, her presence a beacon of strength for her soldiers. While the soldiers around her pushed the opponents back, Amara finished them with precise strikes.

Despite the relentless pressure, the Taurus patriarch stood back, watching the battle unfold with a calculating gaze. His advisors looked anxious, but he raised a hand to silence them. "Not yet," he said firmly. "Let her enjoy the battle today."

By noon, the battlefield was littered with fallen soldiers, yet the Farus army continued to dominate. Amara's advance had driven deep into the Taurus lines, but she sensed the need to consolidate her gains. "Fall back to our original positions!" she ordered, her voice carrying above the cries of battle.

"As expected…" Das, who was observing the war through his advanced vision, smiled knowingly. The Taurus family didn't try to trap Amara, as Das guessed.

The Farus warriors, though tired, obeyed Amara's command without hesitation, retreating to their fortified positions. The Taurus forces, though battered, regrouped and prepared for a counterattack.

In the heart of the battlefield, the fighting continued with undiminished ferocity. "We cannot let them regroup!" shouted a Taurus captain, rallying his men for another charge.

The Farus army countered as a new group of backup soldiers joined to shield Amara. "Hold the line! Defend our ground!" The soldiers on both sides, driven by duty and survival, pressed on despite their mounting casualties.

Amara, her armor splattered with blood, stood at the front, her eyes scanning the battlefield. "We must hold until sunset," she said to her closest advisors. "They'll expect us to back down, but we cannot afford to show any sign of faltering."

Her resolve inspired her troops, who fought with renewed vigor. The sound of clashing steel and cries of pain filled the air as the sun climbed higher, casting harsh shadows over the war-torn land. Despite the relentless assault, the Taurus patriarch remained patient, his eyes never leaving Amara.

As the afternoon sun began its descent, the battle reached a fever pitch. "Defend the line until the last minute. Today is our day. Don't give them any advantage now." Amara, who held a spear, began roaming around the back of the shield group while killing the enemies from the shoulders of Farus army shield soldiers.

A Taurus general shouted, "We have to break their spirit! Push forward!" But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't breach the Farus defenses.

By late afternoon, the fighting showed no signs of abating. The ground was slick with blood, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and iron. Soldiers fell on both sides, but the battle raged on, driven by the unyielding wills of their leaders.

Just then, the warning bell rang loudly throughout the island. Unlike yesterday, the soldiers didn't lose their rationality like yesterday. As the final bell rang, everyone stopped moving. No one dared to attack their enemy, as they saw how people died to bullets.

As the sun dipped towards the horizon, casting long shadows over the battlefield, the Taurus patriarch finally spoke to his advisors. "Tomorrow," he said, his voice filled with quiet confidence. "Tomorrow, we will strike when they least expect it. Let them rest tonight, thinking they have won. Tomorrow, we will crush them."

His advisors nodded, their faces grim but resolute. The day's battle was drawing to a close, but the war was far from over. Amara, standing amidst her weary but unbroken soldiers, knew that the true test was yet to come.

Instead of leaving the battle ground right away, the Farus army began shouting the name of Princess Amara with loud cries.

"All hail the princess…"

"Ahhhuuu…"

Smiles filled the camp of the Farus family as they totally dominated the battle field.

As dusk fell, the cries of battle slowly died away, leaving only the sound of the wounded and the weary. Both armies retreated to their camps, preparing for the inevitable clash that awaited them with the dawn of a new day.

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"I think tomorrow is the day." Das muttered as he puled the guitar box, which was resting under the bed.

He took out the long steel sword given to him by General Harries and began sharpening its end with a sword stone.

"Why are you sharpening a sword? Isn't our sector 13 exempt from the war?" Kavi asked with a questioning glance while entering Das's tent.

"A king does not seek war. But he is always ready for one." Das replied with a smile and pushed a seat for Kavi.

"Stop using old quotes on me. I can also say that "the person who knows everything and stays silent is the most dangerous one." Kavi retorted while sitting before Das.

"Not bad… I thought you only knew how to kill." Das replied smilingly.

While Das sharpened the sword, Kavi observed silently. After sharpening on one side, Kent moved to another side.

"By the way, where is Kelly?" Das asked without moving his gaze from the sword.

"She got a fever. I just gave her a tablet and came here." Kavi replied.

"How did it happen?" Did she get sick of the sea wind?" Das asked in a questioning tone.

"Nah, it's because of fear." Kavi replied calmly.