Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

"KILL…"

"This Man Should Die Today! The Princess must be buried on this island. Come On!"

The battlefield was a sea of chaos, and time was slipping away. Only two minutes remained. The soldiers of the Taurus family, surrounding Das and Princess Amara, began chanting louder with each passing second, their war cries echoing through the skies.

"Finish them! To victory!" the commanders bellowed, urging their warriors forward with an intensity that shook the very ground beneath their feet. The soldiers, driven by the promise of triumph, surged toward Das, weapons raised, eyes burning with anticipation.

Das, however, had other plans. He began retreating, intentionally stepping back as the enemy pressed forward. Every move was calculated, every backward step part of a strategy he had long prepared for.

The final moments of this war were upon him, and this was the exact time he had been waiting for. There are few moments left for him to get the desired emotions he wanted.

He drove his two swords into the ground, their blades still vibrating to the relentless bloodshed. With a grunt, he picked up two heavy shields, their weight settling into his arms as if they were an extension of his own will.

"Hide!" Das shouted, his voice cutting through the noise of battle like a sharp blade.

Princess Amara, wide-eyed and trembling, knelt down beside his swords, seeking cover as Das engaged the approaching soldiers. He wielded the shields with brutal efficiency, using them to block and shove the attackers, pushing them back with sheer force. He wasn't aiming to kill—yet. This was a dance, a delicate play to achieve something far more important than victory: trust of Amara.

This is the best time to churn her feelings.

Das knew this was the moment. His plan was nearing its crucial climax. There were only moments left to earn Amara's full faith, to ensure she saw him as her only hope, her protector, her savior. For days, Das had fought in the shadows of this war, biding his time, waiting for this very opportunity. He needed her to depend on him entirely—and now, she did.

As the clock ticked down to one minute, Das retreated back to Amara's side and kneeled beside her with his shields raised high like armor. He shielded her with his body, bracing himself as the enemy's swords rained down upon him.

Steel clanged against steel, and blood splattered from the wounds that opened across his back and arms, but Das didn't flinch. He took the strikes, his focus never wavering.

Amara, seeing the blood seeping through his armor, felt her heart lurch in her chest. Her hands trembled as she reached out, hugging Das from behind. Her body pressed tightly against his, shivering with fear and guilt.

"Please...Please protect yourself. Don't... don't suffer because of me. Let me die... Let me die, Das. I...

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She whispered, her voice barely audible above the clamor of battle.

Tears filled her eyes as she clung to him. "I've been a fool... I never understood you, I never saw your worth, your loyalty. I thought you were just another warrior... but you're so much more. I'm an idiot...

an idiot for not realizing it sooner."

Her voice cracked, and she buried her face against his back. "Thank you... for everything. I don't deserve your protection, not after the way I've doubted you. But please... just save yourself.

Leave me behind."

Das, feeling her trembling hands on his bloodied back, smiled despite the pain tearing through his body. His hand, slick with blood, reached up to caress her face gently. He turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers as he offered her a reassuring smile, despite the chaos surrounding them.

"Anything for you, Princess," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth.

As the final seconds ticked down, Das rose to his feet with a loud cry, the shields still held firmly in his grip. His eyes were blazing with fury as he beat down the soldiers surrounding them, his movements swift and deadly. The enemy soldiers fell like leaves in a storm, unable to match the ferocity of the warrior standing before them.

They never expected Das to fight back again from such a weak state. All their hopes of killing Das and princess died down at that moment.

"Boooooooo"

Just as the last few moments of battle hung in the air, the sirens blared. A sharp series of sniper shots fired in the next instance, ordered by General Singh from the rear lines. The bullets whizzed through the air, striking down the Taurus soldiers who raised swords against Das.

The battlefield, once filled with the sounds of war, suddenly came to a standstill. The soldiers of the Taurus family stood frozen, staring in disbelief at the man who now stood alone amidst the blood and bodies.

Kent picked his blood sword and left his broken steel sword planted in the ground like a monument. Das left it there, a grim reminder to the enemy of the carnage he had wrought.

"Don't let him leave… Do Something!" The patriarch Thomas of Aries family, cried out. But not a single person dared to raise their swords. A sniper light mark appeared on Thomas' head which silenced his tongue.

Amara, still kneeling, couldn't bring herself to stand. Her legs felt like jelly, and her mind was spinning. She had just come face to face with death, and yet, here she was, alive. And it was all because of him—because of One Single Person.

Before she could even speak, Das sheathed his Cursed Blood Sword and gently picked her up in his arms. Amara gasped, her body trembling as she looked up at him. His face was calm, but there was a weariness in his eyes, a testament to the brutal battle he had just fought

"Das..." she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion.

"Rest now, Princess," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's over, I'm taking you home."

As he began walking through the battlefield, carrying Amara in his arms, the enemy soldiers stared at him in stunned silence. Their grim faces were a reflection of their defeat. They had lost—not just to the army of Farus, but to one man. One man who had defied the odds and crushed their spirits.

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