The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

The beautiful girl gently pulled away from Kiana's hand, then turned and walked away.

Kiana didn't mind. She quickly caught up and said:

"This matter is a bit troublesome."

"Oh? Really? Tell me about it."

"A large number of bandits are swarming here, and they're likely to break in within a day or two."

"What did you say?"

"You heard me right, there are already thousands of people gathered around here, and they're targeting us. Isn't that a problem? I thought it was a small matter."

"What?! Such a thing actually happened!"

The white-haired girl stared wide-eyed in surprise; she hadn't expected such a thing to happen.

"But I think you've already received the news, haven't you? These bandits have many powerful warriors, and they're quite well-equipped. So, you should be thinking about how to deal with them now, right?"

"Of course I'll consider it, but... I'd like to know, why did you come to this place at this time? Aren't you worried about your safety?"

"This is my private matter, I don't need to tell you."

"I just want to know what you're planning to do."

"I naturally have ways to save these people at minimal cost."

Kiana said calmly.

"What I mean is, has a peasant rebellion of this magnitude already broken out within the kingdom?"

"Um."

"This is utter chaos..."

Lancelot shook his head, filled with emotion.

Then, he reached out his hand to Kiana and volunteered, "I'd like to see how you handle this."

"Oh? You're not trying to spy on me, are you?"

"Even if it's surveillance, what can I do to you? If you're unhappy, you can probably just kill me, right?"

"Haha, don't portray me as so evil. Why would I hurt you for no reason? Alright, let's go."

Kiana beckoned to Lancelot and then led her onto the horse.

That's why we rode horses here.

She herself leaped into the air and flew towards the place where the refugees lived.

Hey! Wait for me!

Seeing that Kiana had already flown far away, Lancelot hurriedly spurred his horse and galloped away, afraid of being left behind.

Unfortunately, one person was flying in the sky, while the other was riding a horse on the ground.

The difference in speed is almost instantaneous.

Soon, the two were far apart, and Lancelot was eventually left behind by Kiana.

"It's outrageous that they treat your colleagues like this."

Lancelot exclaimed helplessly.

"Haha, okay, I'm just teasing you."

Kiana smirked as she slowed her pace and landed on the ground, then raced towards the bandits' residential area.

Soon they arrived at the edge of a dilapidated village. Upon seeing the village, Kiana stopped and spurred her horse to gallop inside.

"You didn't just barge in? That makes me very happy."

"I may be brave, but I'm not reckless. How could I just barge in? Alright, let's find a way in and sneak in."

"So, you're planning to use decapitation? Almost exactly as I expected."

Lancelot sneered.

Kiana also gave a cold laugh and said:

"No, no, no, how I save these people is far more complicated than you can imagine."

"Then let's wait and see?"

Having said that, Lancelot urged his horse to speed up and galloped toward the dilapidated village.

The houses here have long since collapsed, and dust is everywhere, which is blown into the air by the wind.

However, this does not affect the horse's running speed.

Soon, Lancelot and Kiana arrived at the outskirts of the village.

They looked at each other, then walked forward.

However, Lancelot stopped when he reached the door.

Why don't you keep going?

"I'm afraid the enemy ahead might be lying in ambush, so let's stay here for now. If you're scared, you can wait here for me; I'll go in alone."

What? Are you worried about me?

Kiana said dismissively.

"No, I'm just not used to this kind of occasion."

"Then let's go inside."

After Kiana finished speaking, she gestured for Lancelot to follow.

The two then entered the abandoned village one after the other, only to be stunned by the sight before them.

Groups of thin, bony figures were guarding the village, many of them appearing half-awake, as if they were dead.

For a moment, it gave one the feeling of being transported to hell...

Chapter Fifteen: Although there may be misunderstandings, I am indeed a Valkyrie.

"The sight here is truly unexpected."

When Kiana first heard Artoria say that the refugees were about to attack, she thought these people were probably a group of people who were neither civilians nor bandits.

Their purpose in coming here must also be to seize the food they depend on for survival.

However, when Kiana infiltrated the refugees' camp, she realized that these guys had simply come because they couldn't survive.

Here.

"It can only be said that the power struggle among the upper class is ultimately just a game for the upper class. And as pawns, they have no choice at all."

Kiana looked at the starving people in front of her, who were almost unrecognizable from hunger, and sighed silently.

He had actually seen similar scenes many times, after all, it was a feudal society in such a chaotic era.

How can we talk about fairness and universal love when even basic survival is difficult to guarantee?

Hopefully, things will change when a benevolent monarch comes to power...

Kiana, why are you spacing out?

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt sorry for these people."

After all, in Kiana's view, these starving people who were driven from the land had not done anything wrong.

They simply wanted to survive, yet even this most basic request was not intended to be granted by the lord who had driven them out of the territory.

"Pity? You actually pity our enemy? Kiana, I thought you should be a strong woman like a Valkyrie."

Lancelot's reaction to Kiana's sadness was quite befitting of his noble status.

Even the knights who follow the King of Knights, their virtues and goodness are reserved only for those who are loyal to the king.

In his view, these many skinny, bony figures in front of him were nothing more than enemies who had no power to fight back.

Even if you leave them alone and let them fend for themselves, they will naturally disappear.

So instead of worrying about these insignificant people, it's better to think about how to deal with those who are armed and capable of fighting.

These guys are the core members of this group of refugees.

If they are all wiped out, the crisis will be resolved quickly.

Thinking of this, Lancelot urged Kiana:

"Let's get moving and stop dawdling."

As she spoke, she drew the short sword from her waist.

She was originally carrying a half-sword, a common weapon for knights, but because the incident happened so suddenly, she only brought this small sword.

Anyway, it's just for dealing with some non-threatening refugees. These decorative little items should be fine, right?

Unfortunately, several people appeared, each wielding a Viking battle axe, standing over two meters tall, wearing horned masks and heavy leather armor.

Lancelot then realized that he had seriously underestimated these guys.

"They're Vikings? Looks like Viking pirates, not easy to deal with."

Lancelot glanced at the short sword in his hand, then at the battle axes in the hands of these burly men.

For a moment, I had the illusion of hitting a rock with scissors.

"Where did these two little girls come from?"

"Wow, she's really pretty!"

"Haha, you young ladies carrying swords, are you afraid of being robbed?"

These men, wearing scarves, walked arm in arm, carrying bottles of liquor and animal leg bones, shuffling towards us.

Their faces were flushed with intoxication, and their voices reeked of alcohol.

"We're not from around here."

Kiana looked at the group of people with a wary expression. Although she had never been in such a situation before, she was keenly aware of the danger.

"Not from around here? Then where are you from? Come over here so we can give you a thorough check-up, hahaha!"