Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

Chapter 563: No Mercy for the Crown [2]

The camp around the war pavilion was in complete disarray.Soldiers who had once marched with confidence now ran in terror, discarding their weapons and armor to flee faster.

Brandon and his small team cut through them like a scythe through wheat.

Scylla led the charge swinging her massive axe in wide, devastating arcs that cleaved through multiple soldiers at once.

Heads rolled and bodies were split apart.

"HAHAHAHAHA! COME AT ME, YOU SONS OF THOTS!" She laughed loudly as she cleared through the chaos while her armor and face splattered with fresh blood.

Camille moved on the left flank while Lisette took the right, her sword glowing with controlled ether as she cut down anyone who tried to regroup or resist.

Brandon walked through the center casually as the three women carved a path for him through the carnage.

Soldiers who dared charge him were cut down before they could even raise their weapons.

Those who tried to flee were cut from behind.

Within minutes, the outer perimeter of the war pavilion was cleared.

The few remaining guards who tried to make a final stand were slaughtered without mercy.

Brandon stopped in front of the large tent that served as the Imperial War Pavilion.

Screams and panicked shouts could be heard from inside.

With a single wave of his hand, he tore through the thick fabric of the tent like it was paper.

Dust and fabric flew everywhere as the pavilion was shredded open, exposing everyone inside to the morning light and the carnage outside.

Emperor Stephanus Thorne and the three vassal kings were standing in the middle of the wreckage.

The Emperor stared at Brandon with wide, horrified eyes, "You..."

Brandon stepped forward through the torn remains of the tent as his dark cloak fluttered slightly in the wind.

The three kings scrambled back in panic. King Varak tripped over his own chair and fell, crawling backward on all fours.

Brandon stopped a few meters away, looking down at them "You tried to kill my wife."

Emperor Stephanus tried to speak, but only a choked sound came out.

He looked around desperately for guards, but there were none.

His elite forces had been annihilated. His "divine ally" was dead. His empire’s greatest army was destroyed by four people.

The Emperor fell to his knees, "M-Mercy... Please... we can negotiate... gold... land... anything you want-"

Brandon looked down athim with cold eyes "Kill others. But torture him."

"As you wish, Master," Scylla, Camille, and Lisette replied in unison, their voices calm and obedient.

The three kings didn’t even have time to scream.

Scylla moved first and cleaved King Varak in half.

The body fell apart with a wet thud, blood spraying across the table.

Camille’s daggers flashed twice, and King Lorian’s head rolled across the carpet.

Lisette’s sword moved in a clean arc, decapitating King Thalor where he stood.

Three bodies collapsed almost simultaneously, their blood pooling together on the floor.

Emperor Stephanus stared in horror "N-No... please... I beg you..."

Scylla and Camille stepped forward.

Scylla grabbed the Emperor by the hair and slammed his face into the table.

Camille took a sharp dagger and began her work by chopping his fingers off first.

Lisette quietly pulled a luxurious chair from the side and placed it behind Brandon.

"Please sit, Master," she said respectfully.

Brandon sat down without a word.

Lisette moved to the side table, picked up an unopened bottle of fine wine, and poured a generous amount into a golden goblet.

She knelt beside Brandon and offered it to him with both hands.

Brandon accepted the goblet and took a slow sip ’Huh? This wine...’

’This tastes like the wine Florence gave me. She said it’s a family-owned business.’ [Chapter 104]

He turned to look at Stephanus and asked "Where did you get this wine?"

"AARRRGGGHHH!" Stephanus roared in pain seeing his chopped fingers as blood poured from the stumps.

Camille’s eyes narrowed in anger. She pressed the flat of her dagger against his cheek, forcing his head up.

"Can’t you see that our Master asked a question?"

SLEESH-!

In one clean slash, she cleaved off his left hand at the wrist. The Emperor’s scream reached a new pitch of pain as he stared at the stump in horror.

"I-ITS FROM OUR EMPIRE! A vineyard in the southern hills! ARRGHHH!!"

Brandon hummed under his breath, taking another slow sip of the wine. "Is that so. The wine’s taste is exquisite. It’s better to steal the recipe and make it our own."

A faint, almost amused chuckle escaped him as he realized something ’Ah, so that’s how Florence got the wine.’

’I took the wine recipe from here and made it Bleaufort’s and 500 years after that Florence gave me that wine.’

He set the goblet down on the arm of his chair and waved his hand casually.

"You can continue the torture."

"As you wish, Master," Camille replied with a small, respectful bow.

Scylla grinned savagely as she stepped forward, cracking her knuckles. "My turn. I’ve been wanting to break some bones."

The Emperor’s eyes widened in pure terror as Scylla loomed over him, her massive hands reaching for his arms.

"P-PLEASE- NO- I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING-!"

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Looking at the scattered body remains, the Emperor Brandon stood up "Let’s leave then."

Scylla let out a soft sigh "My body is full of sweat and blood. I need to wash my body soon. Let’s go to my home in Cene Empire, Master."

Brandon had a thoughtful look on his face ’Hmm, well since Father-in-law already knows about the plan, he will occupy Nubines.’

Valerian, Amelia’s father and Emperor of Eurasania, was quietly preparing his forces for this very moment.

With Nubines’ main border army destroyed and their leadership in shambles, the Eurasania Empire could sweep in and claim the territory with minimal resistance.

It was the cleanest way to expand influence without the Holy Land having to commit large forces or deal with the messy occupation.

"Yeah, let’s go there."

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It was already night-

Brandon was sitting alone in the large, natural pool, leaning back against the smooth stone edge with a long, exhausted sigh.

The hot water soothed his sore muscles and washed away the dried blood and sweat from the day’s fighting.

The sound of soft footsteps on stone made him open his eyes.

Lisette and Camille walked toward the hot spring, each wrapped in a single white towel that clung to their bodies.

Without a word, they stepped into the water and sat on the stone edge beside him, sinking their legs into the steaming pool.

The water lapped gently around their calves and thighs as they settled in close to him.

Lisette reached out first and gently pressed her hands onto his shoulders as she began to massage the tense muscles there.

Camille did the same on the other side, digging her thumbs into the stiff areas along his neck and upper back.

Brandon let out a slow breath, closing his eyes again as the dual massage eased the tension in his body.

"You two don’t have to do this," he murmured, though there was no real protest in his voice.

Lisette smiled faintly, "We want to, Master. You carried most of the fight today. Let us take care of you for a while."

Camille nodded, her short black hair brushing against his shoulder as she leaned in slightly to work on a particularly tight spot.

"You protected us all today," she muttered quietly. "The least we can do is help you relax."