The Warrior Princess and the Barbaric King (姫騎士は蛮族の嫁)

Where am I? A dungeon?

I've been shackled!

My feet too?

And a collar.

I see. We lost the battle.

And I've been taken prisoner.

So the barbarians were victorious!

Rifle brigade, ready arms!

Fire!

Reload weapons!

There are too many!

Our forces are being overwhelmed, Captain!

The volunteers have fallen

and the front line of our left wing's collapsed!

Compose yourself!

You are a knight of the Illdoren Kingdom!

Have the left wing pull back!

Extend the center and right

outwards into a partial wing formation!

We have to retreat

but we can deflect these savages' attacks

while doing so!

Even if we manage to break past their army,

we've lost far too many soldiers.

Any further losses will affect our chances

of returning home,

and the seventeenth Eastern Expedition

will end after seven years.

I have to save as many of my comrades as possible.

You're wearing a crystal helmet.

So you must be the general.

Good, because I've grown tired

of facing these foot soldiers.

Would you care to give me a real challenge?

He couldn't have appeared at a worse time.

But if I ignore someone

whose blade slices through armor like paper,

the withdrawal will fail.

Perhaps he's overconfident.

If it's individual combat he wants,

I won't refuse.

- Lieutenant! -Yes, Captain.

Regardless of what happens to me,

get our men home

and tell my brother that I gave my life

in service to my homeland!

Princess Wysteresia!

Lend me your strength for this fight!

This is it for me.

That was fun.

There aren't many who can last that long against me.

-Just do it. - I don't think so.

Why kill you? It's pointless.

Instead.

I'd rather take you as my prize.

Besides, I could think of far more pleasant uses

for that body of yours.

I remember now.

After I was defeated,

he took me away as his spoils of war.

Wait, will he make me a peasant

and put me to work in the fields?

Or even worse, torture me to acquire valuable information?

He could've killed me,

but I was taken instead.

That must have been done for a reason.

I could think of far more pleasant uses

for that body of yours.

Oh no. He's planning to use my body?

Expeditionary captain or not,

I'm still a woman.

They must mean to use me for sport!

I can't think of a worse situation

for an unmarried noblewoman to find herself in!

Do these ogres have no decency?

And my troops!

What has become of the men who fought alongside me?

I was bested quickly,

so I couldn't possibly have bought them enough time

to organize a successful retreat!

And if the rear managed to get away,

the front lines were likely broken to pieces.

Which means, their corpses are rotting on the battlefield.

But more pressing than even that.

If we can't wrest the eastern lands

from the barbarians' control,

the people of the capital will starve.

It's my duty as a noble to safeguard their livelihood,

and I failed them!

Taking the "“noble"” part literally, are we?

Who's there?

Calm yourself.

My name is Cersei,

servant of the man who captured you.

Servant, you say?

And you're no doubt here to press me for intelligence.

Intelligence?

No, I don't know what that means.

Don't lie to me, barbarian!

You clearly came armed with instruments

of some sort to force me to talk!

All you need to know is I was given one command.

And that is to make certain that you, his trophy,

are in a condition that is to his liking.

Trophy?

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Hold still.

If you struggle, it'll just make this harder.

And so it begins.

But to restrain me like this?

How brutal are their torture methods?

No matter. Remain strong.

Don't give them the intel or the satisfaction!

Mmm.

She will likely be awake by now.

Here I come, my beautiful treasure.

How shameful! To debase me in such a way.

All done.

Now you no longer stink of warfare.

What sort of torture is this?

The kind that you needed, I think.

You smelled bad.

Your body was covered in blood and filth.

-I was simply cleaning it off. -What?

And I have to admit, I was quite impressed

when I heard about you exchanging blows with my master.

I expected to see a brutish woman when I arrived,

but you're certainly not that.

For someone who is so adept at fighting,

you possess an undeniably feminine figure.

Don't mock me,

I'm a knight and have no use for femininity!

Well, that's nice.

But it doesn't matter how you feel about it.

What matters is, my master has decided

that you are suitable.

Suitable for what, exactly?

Would telling you make it any easier, I wonder?

No.

Ultimately, knowing would change nothing.

Because either way, Knight, you aren't leaving here.

No, wait!

What are you doing now?

Oh, just applying the finishing touches.

I must endure.

Huh?

Why are you clothing me?

Is this truly not an interrogation then?

Scented oils?

Why waste them on a prisoner of war?

This doesn't make sense.

Giving me fresh clothes with a delightful aroma,

what am I being prepared for?

Well, I would say

you're looking presentable now.

I don't know what's going on.

Is this some weird ritual for prisoners?

Don't tell me.

What was that? Thunder or?

No. Only he could emit a shout like that one.

So it's him.

This is a sight.

From knights armor to lady's dress.

It's like night and day, Crystal Helmet.

There was no time for a proper introduction

during the battle.

I am the proud scion and successor

of our Great Chief Uldyn One Eye:

Thundering Voice Veor.

He's somehow even more massive than I realized.

And those searing golden eyes.