Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

"That's sad. I will ask the chef to make some porridge for her." Das replied while placing the long sword inside the guitar box. Next, he took out the cursed sword, which was shining a crimson red color. A smile formed on his face as he stared at the sharp edges of the sword. He doesn't know how, but the cursed sword always stayed sharp, and its color didn't fade a bit. "Why don't you shine this rusty sword?" Kavi asked with a curious look. Das lifted his head and passed the sword to her. "Hold this sword. You will know the reason." Just as she picked up the sword, Kavi almost lost her grip. "It's too heavy." Kavi muttered while using two hands to hold the sword with a struggling face. Das took back the sword and placed it carefully in the guitar box. "Do you feel anything while holding that sword?" Das asked while carefully placing the guitar box on one side. Kavi didn't reply immediately. As she recalled her thoughts, her eyes went wide in surprise. "I felt like my hands were pulling me to swing the sword." Kavi muttered in a shocked tone as she realized the blood lust she felt for that one moment. "People call it a cursed sword, as whoever holds it ends up killing people. If you hold it for long, this sword also affects your mindset." Das replied while handing her water. Kavi hurriedly gulped down the water to shake off that killing intent. Just then, the chef brought dinner with fine delicacies. _ Inside the Farus family central camp, the atmosphere was electric with the thrill of the day's victory. Every important person in the camp had gathered to discuss the strategy for the next day's battle. The air buzzed with excitement and the murmurs of commanders praising Princess Amara for her bravery and leadership on the battlefield. "Princess Amara, we truly had an excellent day," said Commander Lucius, his voice filled with admiration. "But the war is far from over. It might be wise to adopt a defensive formation tomorrow. You need rest to maintain your strength for another intense battle." Before Amara could respond, a tall, stern-looking Farus family member, Lord Marshall Farus, stood up. "My lady," he said with a serious tone, "we must strike while the iron is hot. If we retreat now, the Taurus family will regain their spirit and bully us in the war. We should choose an aggressive formation for tomorrow." His words resonated with many in the room, and murmurs of agreement spread through the gathering. Amara's eyes shifted from one commander to the next, weighing their advice. She then turned to her father, Patriarch Farus, and her uncle, Sir Alaric, the family's foremost expert in battle formations. Patriarch Farus nodded thoughtfully. "Marshall has a point. However, we must also ensure the safety of our princess. We will go with an attacking formation. But a backup force should always follow the princess closely to ensued her safety." The formation expert of the Farus family stepped forward, his expression calm and measured. "If we decide on an offensive approach, the Divine Eagle formation would be a perfect choice. It allows for a powerful attack while keeping our flanks protected. The backup army will closely follow to guard the princess." Amara felt satisfied with the suggestion of the formation expert. "Very well," she said, her voice clear and resolute. "We will go with the Divine Eagle formation. We will strike with precision and strength, but remain vigilant and prepared for any counterattack. Assemble the soldiers once they were ready." Amara instructed the commanders. _ Late in the night, the Taurus family patriarch, Lord Ryon, and the Aries family patriarch, Thomas, sat under a grand tent along with their commanders and important family members. The air was thick with anticipation, the usual chatter replaced by a tense silence. Everyone awaited crucial news that could turn the tide of the war in their favor. The tent's flaps rustled, and Princess Mona of the Taurus family came running in from the central camp, her breath visible in the cold night air. "Father, divine eagle formation," Mona said breathlessly. "Mother saw the Divine Eagle formation in tomorrow's war. She also said to trap Princess Amara by tomorrow afternoon." A collective murmur swept through the tent, and a smile formed on the faces of the gathered leaders. All eyes turned to the formation expert, a man of few words but renowned for his strategic genius, whom the Taurus family had hired by spending trillions. The formation expert stepped forward, his demeanor calm and confident. He placed ten soldier figurines on a makeshift battlefield laid out on a table. "Patriarch," he began, addressing Lord Ryon, "we will make it appear as if we are employing the Wheel formation, which is known to be vulnerable to the Divine Eagle formation. However, within this apparent weakness, we will deploy the Velvet Lotus formation to trap Amara." He moved the figurines with practiced precision, demonstrating the plan. "The Velvet Lotus formation will blend seamlessly within the Wheel formation. Once Amara and her forces penetrate our apparent defenses, they will find themselves ensnared in our trap. At that moment, our elite troops will strike while standing in Needle formation, hidden and ready for a sudden, devastating attack on her troops." The expert's explanation was clear and compelling. The leaders leaned in, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Lord Ryon nodded approvingly. "This plan is ingenious. The Velvet Lotus will indeed be hard to detect within the Wheel formation. Once Amara is trapped, we can turn the tide decisively." Thomas, the Aries patriarch, laughed triumphantly with fists clenched. As the formation expert finalized the positions of the figurines, the commanders began discussing the finer details of the plan. Orders were issued, and messengers dispatched to relay the strategy to the troops. The night buzzed with renewed energy and determination. _ Thank you everyone for your support. Leave some gifts for this poor author...