Yours Truly

Chapter 19

Blood splattered everywhere, soon dead bodies began to fall, being crushed by horses and other men. It was hard to distinguish which army was gaining victory. Each of them was filled equal aggression and impulse to kill.

Hours passed and suddenly the army of Loringard began to dominate the war. Their old guerrilla tactic was proving to be successful. This agitated the leaders of Jevanna.

Jenavive realised that their forces were weakening. She fought past many men, beheading them skilfully with her sharp lance. Even the most strongest men stood no chance against her skills.

'Even the most strongest creature on the earth can be defeated with a strong mind.' Ronald's voice kept echoing in his head.

No one found out she was a woman. Her armour and helmet had her body covered.

Until someone hit her from behind which caused her helmet to fall off.

"Ah, Jena... We meet again~"

Her eyes widened in fear.

Meanwhile, Matthew dodged past men and took the horn, blowing it and signalling the archers to begin their shooting. He blew it another time and the passive army entered the battleground, overwhelming the opponents who were now decreasing in number. The skilled archers began firing a series of arrows. These poison-tipped arrows were aimed right on the opponent soldiers head and heart, leading to their instant death. Now the army of Jevanna was in advantage.

"So.. This little kitten wants herself killed." He laughed like a maniac he had become.

Jenavive knew it wasn't the time to cower away. She had to face her past and get rid of it for good. She raised her bloodied lance and tried to strike it on his head, but he was too fast, dodging her her move.

She remembered that he was once Ronald's student too.

"Seems like that old man has taught you some good things too." Felix grinned.

He was psychologically playing with her.

Why?

Because he hated her, he hated her guts. He hated her when she excelled in everything he tried to do.

Love? He never loved her in the first place, he was betrothed to her when they were only ten.

It was all forced.

She once again tried to hit him once again but he held his sword in front of her blocking her attack. Jenavive growled in frustration. 

Felix felt a sudden surge of anger. He yelled loudly and drove his sword in Jenavive's stomach, taking her by surprise. She screamed in agony.

"Jena, how many times do I have to remind you to keep concern with your own business?" He took out the sword from her stomach before kicking her on the ground. She winced in pain. A dark patch forming on her open wound. She coughed up blood while her vision turned hazy.

Felix chuckled darkly. "You should stay at home knitting and sewing ― but it's too late now because you are dying!" He laughed hysterically.

"You―"

He was about to say something before he was silenced.

His eyes widened as he saw blood trickling down his throat and Jenavive standing in front of him with her bloodied lance.

He fell on his knees.

"... If only I never met you... If only I never had loved you...." Jenavive whispered.

"I loved you when you started pushing me away... I loved you when you began ignoring me... Hating me..."

"Why...." Felix choked out, tears forming in his eyes. Her words made him feel an emotion he had never felt in ages ― Regret. He heaved a sigh before falling on the ground.