Chapter 18: Are you thinking about something inappropriate?

This man would drag her into an abyss of eternal damnation!

But there was no turning back for her now… Her husband’s tragic death, her daughter’s confinement, her clan’s displacement…

If she wanted to change it all, she had to walk into the depths of hell alongside this man!

[Irene Snow Subordination Level 51% – Hate Guidance]

Hmm? Self-Strategy!?

Enan noticed the increase in Irene Snow’s Subordination Level. Behind this, it must be the heavy hatred weighing on Irene Snow!

“Oh?” Enan stroked Irene Snow’s delicate cheek, “You seem to be plotting something wicked…?”

Irene Snow was startled for a moment. “Lord… you’re still injured…”

“Don’t worry about that. Just tell me honestly, are you thinking about something improper?” Of course, he wasn’t asking the God-like readers, but Irene Snow herself!

A night passed in silence, and yet with so much left unsaid… In any case, it went by just like that!

The war between the two territories was about to break out, but it was Count Baruch who struck first.

This surprised everyone. After all, Count Will was the undisputed leader along the border of the Northern Province, while Count Baruch, to be honest, was only famed for his business acumen.

Enan had also gathered his Violet Watch and Nieve’s men; under Nieve’s command, there were over three thousand soldiers.

Yet, among these three thousand, the Violet Watch stood out brilliantly. No one could figure out where Enan had found these beautiful female warriors, especially their leader—a stunning Fox Tribe beauty!?

Moreover, this legion’s equipment was extravagantly lavish…

Everyone was secretly thinking that once these soldiers fell on the battlefield, they’d try to sneak away a piece or two…

Enan was naturally aware of these robber barons’ thoughts. But if anyone dared touch his things, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them!

This time, Nieve planned to lead her troops around the main battlefield and launch a direct assault on Count Baruch’s territory, specifically the sub-city of the Fortune Gold Domain.

But now a problem had arisen—whose army would be sent to serve as cannon fodder!?

So, this problem had to be solved before they could set out…

In the command tent, everyone stared at their noses, noses watching their hearts.

Nieve swept her gaze over them, fury rising in her heart, but she still had to maintain her persona…

“Gentlemen…” Her voice sounded very soft, like a gentle breeze, “Is there anyone willing to be the vanguard for this siege?”

Nieve’s gentle voice echoed in the silence, yet it struck every heart like a heavy hammer.

Those nobles who usually flattered her now all played dead…

They followed her because she wasn’t a domineering lord, but was easy to negotiate with—not to throw their lives away!

Nieve understood this, but not a single person stepped forward, nearly making her lose her temper on the spot!

Fortunately, one scoundrel knew her thoughts and spoke aloud what she couldn’t say herself…

“To be honest, the Fortune Gold Domain is a juicy piece of meat…” Enan tapped the table, “If Miss Nieve doesn’t mind… once we get in, can we grab some money? We could give a larger share to the vanguard unit; that way, everyone would feel a bit more balanced, don’t you think?”

As soon as Enan spoke, the dead silence in the tent loosened. A spark of desire flashed in the eyes of the nobles.

“Yes… If that’s allowed, I’d be willing to join the vanguard unit! Miss Nieve… what do you think?”

“No!” Nieve waved her hand, “We can’t rob innocent civilians!”

“Uuuu… Miss Nieve, our own people can’t even eat their fill or keep warm…” A fat pig-like noble began to wail on the spot, “I only came out this time to see if I could ‘coordinate’ some money, so I could give my people a better life…”

“That’s right… Miss Nieve… uuu, our people are all hoping I’ll bring good news home…”

Watching the nobles’ tearful performance, Nieve felt both angry and amused.

“Miss Nieve…” Enan began to cooperate with this kind-hearted lady in her little drama, “I know you’re beautiful and benevolent, like a Goddess in this world, but our people really do live in hardship. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt to share a little with them, would it?”

Nieve bit her lip, clearly torn. “But… we can’t build our happiness on the suffering of others…”

Enan looked at Nieve’s conflicted expression and continued to persuade her, “Miss Nieve, we all see your kindness and mercy… but if these civilians keep too much money, that’s not necessarily a good thing!”

“How… how is it not a good thing?” Nieve gripped the edge of the table tightly, as if caught in a painful struggle between heaven and earth.

Enan walked to Nieve’s side and took her hands in his, “Think about it. If these civilians keep their money and are well-fed, then they become a source of new soldiers for Count Baruch at any time…”

“Our own soldiers would suffer greater casualties…” Enan squeezed her soft hands, his gaze earnest. “Even if you don’t consider the people of the lands, you must think of the soldiers who follow you into battle…”

Nieve took a deep breath. The timing was just right; if she pretended any longer, the war wouldn’t start.

“Very well, I agree to this action. But let me emphasize once more… not a single innocent civilian is to be harmed!”

When the crowd heard Nieve’s words, joy flashed across their faces and they hurriedly nodded in agreement.

“Miss Nieve, you truly are the most beautiful Goddess in the world. God will praise your kindness.” Enan, with a grateful gaze, gave Nieve a slight bow of respect.

And as for the cannon fodder… oh no, the vanguard unit’s place was quickly snatched up by that fat pig noble. His anxious desire to bring prosperity to his people nearly moved people to tears!

Everyone’s favor toward Enan, the spokesman, grew even more.

With their minds made up, the crowd led their troops straight out, with the fat pig noble in the lead. At this moment, he was riding a warhorse, his more than three hundred jin nearly breaking the back of the beast.

Fortunately, it was a Mixed-Blood Warhorse; otherwise, he might have made a fool of himself in front of everyone.

“Damn it! All of you, pull yourselves together!” The fat pig noble swung his whip at the sluggish soldiers, shouting, “We’re the vanguard unit this time, granted the greatest honor by Miss Nieve. We must repay her with victory!”

“Do you all understand!?”

The soldiers, lashed by the fat pig noble’s whip, shivered and responded in unison, “We understand!”

And so… under the guidance of the benevolent Goddess, the robbers finished their discussion and marched toward the sub-city of the Fortune Gold Domain…

This time, they were determined to loot that sub-city clean!