The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 22
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The Princess, still awkward and cautious to be called a wife.
The first impression of her was that she was quite spirited.
Her trembling body beneath the white dress seemed overly fragile for someone who had to survive in the north.
However, she didn’t complain about the cold or express unwillingness to marry.
She just smiled at the guests.
Considering the Princess’s age, this was quite remarkable.
On the first night, as she sat on the bed to perform the first night, she seemed on the verge of disappearing, but surprisingly, she recovered after the act.
Up to that point, the Princess was just a young wife to him. That’s all.
‘But when we did it again… there was an undeniable spark.’
Later, he visited the castle out of concern and witnessed something remarkable happening.
Igmeyer recalled his young wife wielding a cane and giving orders like a seasoned commander.
The sight of her having the face of spring blossom and wielding the claws of winter sent shivers down his spine. Somehow, he even felt like he had been waiting for such a sight for a long time.
“An attack!”
“Eight one-horned wolves!”
As a knight shouted behind him, Igmeyer, moving at rapid speed, soared into the air. With a swift downward motion of his foot, he struck down one wolf.
Thud! The sound of the earth shaking made the birds take flight.
“Now, there are seven.”
At the indifferent remark, the knights simultaneously had the same thought.
Terrifying! But reassuring!
Currently, there are five knights moving with Igmeyer.
They are expert-level knights, considered the highest within the Frost Giant Knights.
So, while the one-horned wolves are not a significant threat, no one could cleanly, and in one go, slit their throats. Well, it was natural that no one could. The strange thing was Igmeyer.
“Krururur!”
Two one-horned wolves simultaneously rushed towards him from both sides. However, none of the knights dared to intervene and help Igmeyer.
There was no need to.
With a swift motion, Igmeyer precisely stabbed his sword into the heart of one wolf. As the creature lunged at him, he struck its head with a fist. The sound of the skull breaking was so fierce that it ironically made the one-horned wolf seem pitiful.
The power of Igmeyer’s ability lasted for about a day after its activation.
During that time, he could tear apart monsters with his bare hands, move a few seconds faster than the creatures, and even predict their next movements.
It would take an opponent at Fenrir’s level to barely be a match.
‘Oh, this is fun.’
Igmeyer wiped the blood splattered on his cheek with a blissful smile.
Lost in thoughts about the Princess throughout the battle, he suddenly realized he had gotten quite excited below.
Because of that, the movement of his left thigh felt uncomfortable, and to alleviate it, he needed a rough fight right away. After all, he couldn’t just get out on his own in this snowy field.
Besides, he was already accustomed to channeling his desire into slaughter.
“From now on, we’re running at full speed. Anyone who falls behind will have their beer confiscated for a week.”
“Ah, isn’t that a bit too much!”
The knights, who had just dealt with all the one-horned wolves at Igmeyer’s command, expressed their dissatisfaction.
Nevertheless, sticking closely to Igmeyer and following him, truly befitting of expert-level knights.
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“As promised, I’ve captured Fenrir. I’ll use its fangs and claws to make arrowheads, but you’re free to use the skin as you wish.”
Since the day when Igmeyer returned to the castle suddenly, he had been absent for quite a while.
During this time, Amber had taken charge, adjusting the rules within the castle according to her taste. She checked the stock of provisions, personally inspecting the quantity of livestock such as cattle, pigs, and chickens.
The conclusion she reached was that it was woefully insufficient.
The stock of smoked ham and jerky, as well as pickled fish, was lacking, and there was a complete absence of fruits. While it might be enough to survive the winter, it wouldn’t be sufficient for a war. After all, knights were still human and needed to eat to fight.
So, Amber eagerly awaited Igmeyer’s return.
She had yet to assert control over the castle’s management to the extent of actually using the budget. Therefore, she hoped Igmeyer’s return would bring about real changes.
“Well, if it’s quite valuable, you can sell it and exchange it for gems if you want.”
“Is there someone willing to pay a high price for monster hides?”
Finally, today, Igmeyer and the knights returned.
Amber, who had come out to the courtyard to welcome Igmeyer, was somewhat surprised when she saw the hides being pulled in a cart by the soldiers.
The monster known as Fenrir had left a surprisingly soft and warm fur hide. The color, with its subtle gleam, was a silvery shade that was not as strange as one might imagine.
“When you kill a monster, hides, teeth, eyeballs, things like that are all valuable. Especially this hide, it’s rare and has quite a special use.”
“A special use?”
“It becomes fireproof.”
Igmeyer entered the castle with a clear answer. As Amber walked alongside him, she pondered something.
