Behind an extravagant red screen in a massive tent was a luxurious woollen carpet. In the centre of it was a huge wooden tub.
Actually, it would be more accurate to describe it as a wooden bathtub. However, it was odd. Why would there be such a luxurious bathtub in the middle of such a marching army’s camp?
I don’t think the woman in the tub right now felt it was out of place, though.
The water in the tub wasn’t completely transparent, so I imagine some sort of famous and expensive scents or bath-salt had been added. Red flower petals gently floated on top of the water.
The woman sat in the water looking very comfortable. She rested her long and slender calf on the edge of the bath-wall. Her lotus-root shaped toes looked smooth and white like congealed fat. Her toe-nails, which were like the crescent moon, didn’t have a single mark on them. If she wasn’t moving her toes non-stop, anyone would’ve thought they were perfect statues made from marble.
The parts of her body above her slender well-proportioned calves were in the water. They attracted one’s eyes as they flashed, following the water’s movement.
Her slender fingers played with a flower still covered with dew and she kept her exquisite face hidden behind the flower. She stroked the flower petals with her slender fingers. Her vixen-like eyes contained a strange smile as they stared at the flower before them.
She had very rarely seen hetero-chromatic eyes. However, as a ruler, she had to be somehow different to others anyway.
She silently soaked in the water and enjoyed her hot bath. However, she seemed to be pondering something, waiting for something.
The door to the tent got aggressively pulled open.
Her perfect breast jiggled as she stood up from the water bringing along the creamy liquid, making it look slightly erotic.
But she didn’t mind herself. Instead, she watched the warrior in armour come over, bringing along the stench of blood, as well as the things she was dragging along behind her.
The queen chuckled softly and then lay back down.
She looked at the warrior with white hair in front of her, giggled softly, and said, “My warrior has returned, hmm? It looks like my warrior has brought me wonderful news too.”
“Spoils of war.”
The warrior gave the queen before her a very simple response and then tossed the two things she was dragging along behind her to the queen’s side.
The stuff she tossed over included two corpses, two heads, a young girl and me.
I became the warrior’s spoil of war.
I felt the feeling of being tossed face-down once again. Wait, no, it’s the first time. But my face crashed into a soft carpet this time.
My hands and feet were tied behind me like a pig tied up to a pole on New Year. I had no way of raising my head in that position so I could only chew on the woollen carpet.
The sound of water in the tub could be heard and immediately after, the sound of bare-feet stepping onto the carpet.
Honestly, I really wanted to see what the beauty who stepped out of the bath looked like. I was shocked when I got tossed so I didn’t get to see. However, I couldn’t budge at all. I could only look at the water trickling down her perfect feet as she walked in front of me and to the back of the screen.
A second later, almost immediately after, that woman walked over this way again. She walked up to the warrior’s side and asked with a smile, “Is this the Demon King’s head?”
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