Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

The soldiers of the Weisser Kingdom were noticeably more vigilant than those of the Sree Kingdom.

While inspecting each traveler, the swords and spears in their hands were constantly pointed at them.

"Where are you going? That direction leads to the Goth Kingdom!"

The leading officer stared at the noble man leading the convoy and questioned him in a deep voice. His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he would start a massacre if the leader said even one wrong word!

"Sir, you misunderstand. We are not going to the Goth Kingdom, but taking a detour to the Sida Kingdom."

The man had already prepared his lines. As he spoke, he took out another document stamped with the Weisser Kingdom's seal and the family crest. "This is our family's crest. Please take a look, sir."

"Hmm? Your father is a Count?"

The officer looked at the crest in his hand, frowned, and asked.

"Yes, sir. The soldiers are fighting for the country and are physically exhausted. I have some money here, and I hope it will make things easier."

As he spoke, the man waved his hand, and a servant behind him brought a small box, which was full of silver coins.

"Well, since it's the Count's convoy and they're not going to the Goth Kingdom, then you may proceed. Sorry for the inconvenience earlier—"

The officer stared into the man's eyes, had his adjutant accept the silver coins, and spoke as if he were issuing a warning.

After that, the man beckoned everyone to return to their carriages in order.

"Phew…"

Lake breathed a sigh of relief as she watched them.

She removed her hand from the Star Killer Sword at her waist. Earlier, through the Star Killer Sword's vision, she could see that every soldier of the Weisser Kingdom had killed innocent people!

In the Star Killer Sword's judgment, these Weisser soldiers had definitely killed a large number of civilians.

But obviously, they were now within the Weisser Kingdom.

Although this cavalry unit wasn't very large, if they really fought, more troops would definitely arrive!

Lake chose to follow this convoy in order to reach the Goth Kingdom faster and more safely.

Not easily starting a battle was the most appropriate course of action.

"Hmph, just some soldiers. The Weisser Kingdom and the Sree Kingdom are no different."

But at that moment, a voice interrupted Lake's thoughts.

She looked up and saw the younger brother of the convoy leader from the front carriage. The young man hadn't returned to the carriage yet, but was looking at Lake with his chin held high.

"Our family is connected to both the Weisser Kingdom and the Sree Kingdom through a Count family marriage. You're lucky to have found our family's convoy. If it were someone else, no amount of money would matter—"

Lake was stunned for a moment before she realized he was talking to her, and she could only nod:

"You're right, sir."

The young man seemed a little dissatisfied with Lake's indifferent tone and continued:

"Now that you know, pay more money, understand? My brother said you're a 'big spender.' Heh, although my brother is only a Viscount, it's an honor for you to pay money to people from our Count family."

As he spoke, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something more.

But at that moment, the convoy leader grabbed the young man's collar and, in front of everyone, was about to push him into the carriage.

At the same time, he put his mouth to the young man's ear and hissed in a low voice, gnashing his teeth:

"If you don't want to die, be quiet—understand!? You've embarrassed the family! I won't bring you out next time!"

But the young man, seeing himself being embarrassed by his own brother in front of everyone, became anxious.

"How did I embarrass us?! We're a Count family. What's wrong with smuggling some people and charging more money?

How can giving one gold coin make someone a big spender? And even giving away our family's carriage? We should charge five or six gold coins!"

Who knew that upon hearing the young man's words, the convoy leader's face turned pale.

"Shut your mouth!"

He covered the young man's mouth with one hand, and with the other, he pushed his disappointing brother into the carriage with all his might—

"Viscount, there's no need to be so harsh on your brother. You are a Count family, after all, no need to be so restrained."

But at that moment, an armored hand reached over and easily pulled away the convoy leader's hand.

It was the Weisser Kingdom officer from not far away. At this time, the face under his helmet had lost its previous indifference and become somewhat amiable.

"My brother has a fever today and is talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart, sir…"

The convoy leader's voice trembled at this sight.

He had only been thinking about instructing these passengers, but he had somewhat neglected his pampered "brother," a noble by birth who hadn't left the castle much. This was the first time he had brought him out to "see the world."

His understanding of many things was still stuck at the level of "whoever has the higher title has the say."

But he didn't understand that the Weisser Kingdom was now very different from before!

"Viscount, I respect nobles very much. Don't worry, I won't spread anything you say. I especially respect honest people like you, sir. May I know your name?"

As he spoke, the officer gently pushed the convoy leader aside, straightened the leader's brother's collar, and asked with a smile:

"If someone wants to follow the Count's convoy, they have to pay more, after all, they are just ordinary people. Even seeing the Count's crest is an unparalleled honor. With a carriage, charging more is only reasonable, isn't it?"

Beside the officer, the leader's eyes were fixed on his brother, his eyes wide with anxiety.

But clearly, his brother didn't see any of this.

"That's right, you're doing well, you respect us very much. I'll have my father ennoble you when we get back."

The young man seemed very pleased under the officer's gaze.

"Thank you, sir. I will definitely be loyal to your family. Also, what you just said about the passengers who are following your convoy but didn't give much money, where are they going? That's really too much!"

The officer looked at the young man, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked casually.

"Hmph, of course they're going to the Goth Kingdom. Only noble families like us can do such things now—"

As soon as he said this, the convoy leader's face turned pale, his legs trembled, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Hmm? What's wrong, brother?"

Only then did the young man notice his brother's expression and realize something was wrong.

"Your brother, he just found out that his family is about to lose its title, he's very surprised."

At this time, the Weisser Kingdom officer sneered, drew his hand from his waist, and a cold light flashed—drawing his sword from its sheath. "I'm very sorry, Viscount, your convoy cannot leave today. I reasonably suspect that your family is committing treason.

Everyone, your carriages will all belong to the army.

As for the rest, I believe your father, the Count, will give His Majesty the King an explanation!"

In an instant, the Weisser Kingdom cavalry, who were surrounding them from all directions, also drew their swords, forming a confrontation with the mercenaries in the convoy. But clearly, the mercenaries in the convoy were trembling.

Although their forces were equal, none of them had the confidence to win this battle.

"Wait, didn't you say you would be loyal to my family—"

The young man finally realized something and questioned in surprise.

But the next moment, the officer's long sword gently slashed, blood splattered five steps, and the young man's head rolled to the ground, filled with disbelief.

"If there is any resistance, it will be like this, no matter who it is, kill them without mercy!

The total attack on the Goth Kingdom is about to begin, everyone who is going to the Goth Kingdom now will be identified as rebelling against the kingdom—this is the order given by His Majesty the King!"

The officer's eyes were cold, and he spat on the young man's body on the ground. "Nobles? Every one of us standing here has killed countless people, soldiers, civilians, men, women, old people, or children…

A mere Count's family? Even if the Count himself wanted to go to the Goth Kingdom, he would have to die here!"

Seeing this scene, the convoy leader's heart turned cold. He gritted his teeth, looked at his brother's corpse, and the sword at his waist was already out of its sheath, but his whole body was trembling.

"Sir, you don't have to do this…"

"No, it's necessary. The Goth people's resistance is very fierce. If there are more cannon fodder and more carriages, we can die less and then—kill more."

But the officer shook his head, shook off the blood on the long sword in his hand, and spoke slowly.

The cavalry under his command also began to press forward—

"Okay, I understand."

The convoy leader was silent for a moment, then spoke, walking towards the officer, as if he was going to give up resistance.

But when he reached a certain distance, he suddenly exploded, stabbing the officer with the sword in his hand—

"Clang!"

But the next moment, two long swords crossed each other.

"Heh, you think these little tricks will work on me?"

The officer sneered. In the second sound of metal clashing, the convoy leader's long sword was knocked to the ground, and the officer's long sword swung horizontally, about to behead the desperate leader!

The next moment, blood splattered!

But the man's pupils shrank because the one who fell was not himself.

"Get in the carriage quickly, lead the way and leave here! I will take care of these cavalry—"

The man looked back and saw the red-cloaked girl, whom he had previously mistaken for a "noble lady," speaking. And as she spoke, her figure had already flown several feet away!

In the moment the officer attacked, all the cavalry had pounced like hungry wolves!

The convoy mercenaries fought hard, but under the cavalry's attack, they were still retreating. Swords were knocked to the ground, and flesh was crushed by iron hooves, while the civilians in the convoy, unable to fight, huddled together, trembling, crying softly, and praying silently.

The cavalry raised their lances, and blood seemed about to stain the ground red.

But at the critical moment, a scarlet ghost image rushed into the cavalry, and wherever it went, the Weisser soldiers fell screaming.

The Weisser soldiers on the other side suddenly fell to the ground like mowing wheat as soon as they approached the convoy.

No one could see who made the move.

They could only see that a part of the helmets of the fallen soldiers had changed color, and blood was flowing straight down.

The last Weisser soldier only had time to take out the horn at his waist and blow out half a sharp sound before also falling to the ground!

"Quick, get in the carriage, leave quickly!"

The members of the convoy had originally closed their eyes, waiting for death to arrive, but after a long time, the expected pain did not come.

Opening their eyes, they heard a girl wearing a red cloak, whose face could not be seen, shouting.

Around them, the cavalry who had been aggressive just now were now all dead on the ground. Seeing this scene, everyone stopped crying and being afraid, and quickly returned to the carriage.

Abandoning a lot of heavy cargo, the convoy crossed the corpses and, under the leader's instructions, went to a mountain road not far away.

"Faster! Faster! If you don't want to die, give me a hundred times your spirit!"

At the forefront, the leader rode a horse, shouting beside the convoy, urging the other carriage drivers to wave their whips. He knew very well that they were still far from escaping from danger.

The cavalry team of dozens of people just now was just a scout team.

And on this border between Weisser and Goth Kingdoms, there were thousands of troops gathered!

Although the previous cavalry team was dead, they still blew the horn to warn of the enemy—which meant that there would definitely be more Weisser soldiers on the way!

And as long as a Weisser soldier was killed, it meant……

He could no longer stay in the Weisser Kingdom!

Could he only go to the soon-to-be-destroyed Goth Kingdom? Or further……

He thought despairingly, placing his gaze on the driver of the second carriage, the ghostly red-cloaked swordsman girl—

And this elegant girl, whose swordsmanship could easily slaughter a team……

Who is she?!

Such swordsmanship is unheard of!

And how did those cavalry who were not killed by swordsmanship die!?

Such a person, even if not in his convoy, could probably safely reach the Goth Kingdom, right?

"Miss, this is your fare, and this is the reward I give you for saving us…"

The leader took out a box, opened it, and in addition to the gold coins Lake had given earlier, it was filled with other scattered gold coins and some silver coins.

"Uh, no need, sir. The gold coins are for you to lead the way and for the carriage fare. If I went to the Goth Kingdom myself, it definitely wouldn't be this fast."

Lake was stunned for a moment, but still shook her head and refused the money the leader gave her. "I killed those soldiers to protect myself, and……they did kill many unarmed people."

Watching the leader leave worriedly, Lake's expression also became a little dignified.

The vibration of the carriage did not cover up her perception. She clearly felt that there were many times when the ground was slightly shaking not far away.

There were troops, several miles away—they were Weisser Kingdom troops.

……

"Go, go quickly—"

"Everyone be careful, if you fall, you will really die!"

The carriage sped along the rugged road, a rain of arrows falling behind it. The cavalry of the Weisser Kingdom pursued relentlessly, their banners alone filling the entire horizon!

At this moment, the convoy was at the border between the two kingdoms.

The pursuit they faced was a relentless, deadly chase!

The speed of the cavalry was far greater than that of ordinary carriages, so even though the convoy had the advantage of being ahead, they were still caught up by the cavalry who were tracking their wheel marks!

"Help me... God..."

"No... please no..."

Inside the carriage, Polo listened to the cries of the people in the other carriages, a magical light flashing in his eyes. Several arrows shot towards them turned into fragile chocolate in mid-air, breaking into several pieces.

The cavalry was getting closer, but the nearest few riders swayed and were tripped by suddenly growing vines.

"Huff... huff..."

The breathing of humans and the panting of horses mingled together.

Once the soldiers caught up, a war would be unavoidable!

If only they could be a little faster, to reach the Goethe Kingdom...

Polo understood that the number of cavalry was too great, and at this rate, they would be caught sooner or later—

The convoy members were all in despair, knowing what it meant to be caught...

Closer and closer, the Weisser Kingdom cavalry pressed like dark clouds.

Their shouts and the sound of hooves were like drumbeats urging them to their doom, pounding in their hearts!

But at that moment, a neat and powerful sound of hooves suddenly came from the distance. On the horizon, dust flew, and an army in bright armor descended like gods.

"It's the Goethe Kingdom!"

The eyes of the convoy brightened, and they desperately urged their horses onward.

But many people hesitated, not trusting the Goethe Kingdom's army either.

To their surprise, the Goethe Kingdom's army did not stop them, but instead opened a path, allowing the convoy to drive to the rear, while the Goethe soldiers lined up to block the Weisser Kingdom's attack.

The sound of hooves quickly diminished, and the Weisser Kingdom's cavalry, not yet prepared for this conflict, gradually stopped their horses.

The two armies stood still, facing each other across the plain.

Afterwards, the Goethe army began to retreat cautiously.

"People of Goethe Kingdom, today, we will spare your lives, but tomorrow, your corpses will lie dead on this land!"

A tall general in the Weisser army shouted, a hint of cruel confidence on his face.

Behind them, the clouds in the sky appeared somewhat dim and yellow.

In a carriage that had reached a safe area, Polo leaned out and looked towards the far distance. Within the twilight clouds in the direction of the Weisser Kingdom, there seemed to be a vague, enormous shadow hidden.

The convoy gradually stopped within the Goethe Kingdom's army.

The convoy leader stood anxiously, waiting with a look of fear. His family had no influence in the Goethe Kingdom, and he did not know what these Goethe soldiers would do to them.

This time, there was clearly nowhere left to escape.

Several knights in gold-patterned armor rode out from the Goethe army.

Royal Guards!?

The convoy leader recognized them, trembling even more. Why?

Could it be for me, the "Viscount" of the Sree Kingdom and the Weisser Kingdom?

He held his breath, stiffly maintaining the etiquette of a nobleman.

To his surprise, the Goethe Royal Guards did not even glance at him, but instead walked straight towards the second carriage.

Leike had also just dismounted, and the golden-light-lost swallow, Chipallo, was standing on her shoulder.

The Royal Guards walked up to Leike, knelt on one knee without hesitation, placed their right hand on their chest, lowered their eyes, and the leader among them said loudly:

"Miss Chipallo, you have finally returned. His Majesty the King has been waiting for a long time."