Chapter 15: Chapter-14: Purple

Purple, commander of the Fifth Army. Their names were based on the colour of their armor. The stronger they were, the lighter the color. Commander, on his tallest and weightiest Harrock, crossed the bridge. His stature towered over other soldiers. Their nemesis, a mindless monster that Levis unleashed, had done far more damage than he had anticipated. It would not look good in his glory. He could still hear his words that he so proudly announced in the grand halls…

‘My army, hah!… Let this purple one descend alone, and we shall conquer Westeria! and present it to you. A lone woman is nothing compared to our might.’ Purple spoke proudly, puffing out his chest, in the grand halls. His ruler’s face, he could not see. They sighed.

‘Purple, take fifth army. Your goal is simple… bring us Caretakers body, unharmed and untouched. And. Do not disappoint me. White praises you; he thinks you’re worthy.’ Purple bent on his knees as soon as his ruler started to speak. A box, a simple black box, no crest, nothing. Purple picked it up. And his ruler told him what it was. His heart thrummed—a gift. 

‘Rationally, you would never be given such a precious task. The caretaker would not resist, the fate says. If she did… none but I can bring her down. Remember this and act cautiously… your army is just for the sake that she decides to put on a  show for the paradise to witness. A sacrifice for the populace to whisper about.’ Purple's heart clenched as his ruler addressed themselves as "I," an admission that they regard Celine Levis as equal. He would not have such disrespect, he would put that woman in her place. He bowed and turned around; he would fulfil this mission.

‘Remember this, Your army would not touch even a single bird in their wake to First Gate. We do not know what might irk the Caretaker to resist.’ He acknowledged and left the grand hall. 

... Purple had now witnessed Caretaker's power. She stopped them for two nights with just a handful of mercenaries. She unleashed a single girl who killed 1/10th of his army in span of minutes. He came here with fifteen thousand men and monsters. Now hardly ten thousand remained. 

As purple crossed the bridge saw the girl, frantic, like possessed by something. A side effect of such powerful magic. He gathered. She was trying to rip open the see through collar, tearing her neck. She might have gone insane. 

He raised his hand, commanding his army to stand down. They all stood still. Commander stepped down and approached her. If he captured her alive, she could be a great tool for his future success. conceivably, he would even rise to the rank of a general. Only a little mind control and torture would do the trick. He would not report her to his ruler. He gave her a lecherous smile. He saw her face, his breath stopped. Even in her battered and beaten state, "beautiful" was the only word that came to mind. A face like that would make any man go insane. She had a great figure, and if nothing else, he'd have something to warm his bed with. First, he needed to crush her. He charged his hand with mana, his purple gauntlet glowed as he walked toward her. 

" ALENOR.."

The commander looked at the mansion. On the balcony, she stood. His target. He rejoiced; he had thought she would have hidden away somewhere. Or casting some kind of ritual to Run away. Not openly shouting about her presence. What a fool she was to announce her presence in public.

From her expression, she appeared to be deeply worried about this girl. Was she her relative or something? Should be, otherwise, why would someone stand against an army and use such self destructive magic? He turned around and focused on the girl. He would have his fun with her after capturing this girl. Although his order forbade him to do anything to the target, other than kill her and present her dead in perfect condition, But he had a whisperer; he did not need to use physical force. With great joy, he raised his gauntlet and, with the force of a hammer, swung his hand…