The sky had only just begun to lighten, before the scent of animals had tainted the air. Everything was so pure and refreshing, like a faint ink-wash painting permeated by the pleasant fragrance of fresh grass.
At that moment, in a relatively remote military district, an army tens of thousands strong was preparing to set out!
More than a dozen commanders of a thousand men had gathered together, looking as though they had not fully awakened yet. Then again... it was only four or five in the morning. At the head of them all stood a female general on horseback!
Just then, the sound of hoofbeats approached. A beautiful woman with long, light golden wavy hair and blue eyes rode over on a fully armored warhorse, looking every bit the valiant warrior.
She wore a sexy blue-and-white outfit and held an enormous knight's lance. She was a perfect knight.
As they watched the female knight enter, the commanders' gazes could not help but settle on her.
There was admiration, envy, and even deep affection...
Soldiers revered the strong, even if that person was of the opposite sex. Once she had demonstrated such overwhelming power, they could only admire her.
At the same time, they envied Durandal for being allowed to arrange her own training over the past month, while they had to endure grueling training every day. But there was nothing they could do. Her strength had reached the point where even the general could not train her.
She deserved to have it easy...
And besides, what man would not admire a woman so beautiful and powerful?
Yet the powerful aura around her forced that affection deep into their hearts. Any man standing before her would feel an intense sense of inferiority.
They felt unworthy of her and did not