Chapter 105
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Chapter 105: The Queen Arrives
The adventure at the Elven Kingdom concluded, and Odel’s level rose to 37.
Alyn, starting from a lower level, benefited even more from repeated battles and had now reached level 27.
The pale-faced spoiled noble blocking Midi’s caravan stood at a mere level 25.
Any ordinary noble would’ve hesitated upon encountering such high-level adventurers, questioning whether their guards possessed enough strength to challenge these formidable opponents.
But for those bearing the Hamilton name, such considerations didn’t exist.
Behind this pampered heir stood two level 40 knights.
Even General Red Fox of the Sais family – legendary commander of the Crimson Flame Legion named Seth Porter – only reached level 40 himself.
Though there remained stark differences between pre-fire and post-fire level 40s in Forest of Gran. The former required decades of training while the latter came through rapid growth during monster mutations. With the Hamilton family’s endless supply of level-boosting medication, pushing two knights to 40 presented no challenge.
Watered-down or not, level 40 remained level 40.
Their gleaming magical weapons, seamless magical armor, and the hundred-strong hunting party behind them only amplified their threat.
If this minor noble could command such forces, imagine the family’s true military might. Compared to these knights, those "rare" purebred leopards meant nothing.
Overwhelming numbers combined with level advantage made capturing a level 37 and 27 half-Elf pair simple.
The noble already considered the caravan his.
As for post-capture plans? Forcing weakness potions down their throats would suffice. Though toxic enough to drain levels and shorten lifespans, half-Elves could survive multiple doses – bed slaves didn’t need more than half a year anyway.
Imagining the broken sisters below level 10 on his sheets made him shudder with anticipation.
The caravan halted abruptly, seemingly cowed by the hunting party’s golden three-lion banner.
A black-haired boy emerged from the plain black carriage, extending his hand in formal noble greeting – clearly assisting a lady’s descent.
A female noble half-Elf? The spoiled heir’s pulse quickened. This was his lucky day!
Even if she were nobility, keeping her on Hamilton territory would be simple. Any lord hiring adventurers couldn’t be important – just some city-dwelling minor noble without lands. Crushing such ants came naturally to Hamiltons.
His smug grin widened, heartbeat thundering – until petrification struck.
A slender hand touched the boy’s. Autumn-fire hair cascaded into view, followed by eyes like Belmar’s seas.
No Hamilton could mistake that crimson hair.
Those oceanic eyes.
Fina Hamilton herself.
"L-Little princess?!" The noble blanched, voice cracking. "Why… why are you back?!"
The arrogant hunter became a cowering turtle. His entourage followed suit – knights stumbling from mounts, servants pressing foreheads to dirt, all hundred falling silent then scrambling to kneel.
The group of accompanying adventurers stared at the scene before them in shock.
Odel had originally assumed there would at least be some conflict. Though the spoiled noble posed no real threat against the Queen of Magic’s power and Midi, she expected they’d have to play the usual game of feigned weakness before crushing him.
But now?
Fina had simply stepped down from the carriage. Without fighting or even speaking, she’d resolved everything. This left the adventurers who’d been secretly preparing for action feeling abruptly deflated, some nearly clutching their chest from the sudden tension release.
Even Midi found this surprising.
In his past life, when he and Fina became companions, the Hamilton family had already been destroyed by the Delos Empire. He’d never witnessed the extent of Fina’s influence within her own territory.
Now he understood.
This went far beyond mere "talent."
Observing the trembling noble who didn’t dare move a muscle, Midi marveled inwardly.
"I’m not as violent as you imagine," said Fina, now bearing the additional "little princess" title. She shot a glance at the amused Midi and snorted. "I merely broke both his legs when he was twelve for being intolerably troublesome. Seems the lesson left lasting scars."
Twelve years old. Still a child herself, yet already breaking limbs?
If this wasn’t violence, what was?
Midi found no words.
He suddenly recalled his own past life as a spoiled noble who’d somehow gained Fina’s favor without broken bones. Pure luck, perhaps?
Regardless, extracting information from their captive likely wouldn’t prove difficult.
As Midi contemplated this, the cowering noble was dragged into the carriage for questioning. Meanwhile, on a mansion rooftop overlooking Rose Mountain City’s busiest eastern gate, two elegant figures stood watching.
"I’ve dispatched most branch family nobles under various pretexts," said a voice like chilled steel. "Anyone approaching the city will be exposed – these brash fools can’t help but draw attention. But will our little princess truly return?"
The speaker stood tall and gaunt, sickly pale with curly cropped hair. The slender longsword at his waist seemed decorative, but its razor edge had claimed many lives. This was Martin Hamilton – foremost master of the family’s swordsmanship branch.
Beside him stood Domingo Hamilton, Queen Skadi’s notorious lover.
"She’ll come," Domingo replied calmly, though icy malice glinted in his eyes. "Our princess never retreats."
Martin snorted. "Your pampered pawns lack patience. Hunting excuses won’t stall them long."
He despised Domingo. Their factions clashed constantly, and Martin scorned scheming where pure strength should prevail.
Yet the Iron-Blood Duke’s failing health presented a rare opportunity. With Fina Hamilton’s terrifying battle strength as the heir, even Martin needed Domingo’s alliance. Against the Queen of Magic who conquered cities single-handedly, no one stood alone.
Still, he wondered – how formidable had that fiery-haired girl become?
Martin’s hand drifted to his sword hilt. Soon, steel would provide answers.
A thunderous bell toll suddenly erupted from the eastern gate.
Both men stiffened. Each Rose Mountain City gate’s bell conveyed specific messages. This deep resonance meant the main portal stood open.
Before they could react, the ancient gates crashed apart. A procession stormed through, led by a carriage stripped to its chassis. There, crimson hair blazing like a war banner, rode the homecoming queen.
The Hamilton princess had returned.
No longer a noble scion.
Now Belmar’s sovereign monarch.
