My Players Are So Fierce

When Miss Becky returned to the Blood Vulture Halls, she was in a daze, making the knight Liwen beside her look worried.

She hadn’t overheard the entire conversation between Regent Miriam and Miss Becky, and couldn’t know what kind of sweet talk that red-haired girl, who was even younger than Miss Becky but clearly more cunning, had given to her lady, making the usually optimistic lady walk back as if walking on clouds.

As Kudel’s granddaughter, Becky was also somewhat related to the Blood Vulture Clan, so she had her own temporary room in the Blood Vulture Halls.

Right next to Kudel’s room.

However, her “grandfather” was busy every day, and like Murphy, patrolling the territory was just one of his jobs. He also had to make time to train his warriors.

He was truly strict, but the results were also very good, allowing the combat skills of the Strike Team members led by Brother Mao to improve by leaps and bounds.

Becky saw all of this, and after these few days of interaction, she could confirm that although her grandfather had become a vampire, his inner self was still the legendary Nantes Ranger. Even after becoming an evil being, he could still gain such great prestige among the locals, which itself said everything.

“Liwen, I think…”

Becky didn’t return to her own room.

Instead, she waited outside Kudel’s room for her grandfather to return. After pondering for a long while, she quietly said to her childhood friend and confidante beside her:

“I’m thinking about writing a letter home in grandfather’s name, saying we won’t return to Nantes yet, but stay in Transia to participate in this Black Plague war.

My martial skills that I’ve practiced since childhood would clearly be more useful here.”

“My lady, you’re being crazy again.”

Knight Liwen said with a stern face:

“Let’s not even mention whether the master would agree to let a young lady stay alone in the dangerous Transia, you’re now already publicly declared as the daughter-in-law of the Carpe family. Do you think Count Leon, who especially values family face, would allow you to make such a decision?

You were able to escort the merchant convoy to Transia only by borrowing Lieutenant Frayzer’s name. If you continue to act out of line, I think you might have to face some ‘family conflicts’ ahead of schedule.”

“Frayzer’s side is very easy to handle.”

But Becky had her own set of ideas. She rarely used her brain but now spoke very orderly and confidently:

“Frayzer has already been appointed by Marshal Loren as the commander of the Pioneer Army’s military observation group in Transia. He will soon lead the support army to come to Transia for long-term garrison until the war ends.

Count Leon must be worried about his son, so isn’t it natural for me, as Frayzer’s fiancee, to stay here to accompany and protect him?”

“Uh, I think you’re treating Count Leon like a fool.”

Knight Liwen said with a pout:

“You are indeed a skilled Black Iron knight, but you don’t think the great Carpe family needs a knight who has never been on the battlefield like you to protect their most noble heir, do you?

I heard that the White Silver guards they hired and even raised from childhood in Skanderbeg City could almost form an assault team. This reason won’t work.”

“But you’re ignoring the current situation!”

Miss Becky clapped her hands and said with a smile:

“Their family’s Fire Fox Mercenary Group was already one of the most combat-effective mercenaries of the Carpe family in East Prussia, but didn’t they also betray?

Do you think Count Leon would still trust those so-called ‘family guards’ in this situation?

I admit I lack experience in actual combat.

But at least I’m trustworthy!

In the old count’s view, I can not only protect his precious son in normal times, but maybe even help their family continue the bloodline during wartime.

This kills two birds with one stone.”

“My goodness, is this really something a noble lady can say directly? You’re really frank and straightforward in this aspect.”

Liwen covered her eyes helplessly and said:

“Well, you’ve raised a rather constructive topic from an angle I never thought of. Perhaps the old count would give in to such an irrefutable argument.

However, the question is, why do you want to stay in Transia?

Is there really something here that attracts you so much? To be honest, I now suspect that Regent Miriam has put a spell on you, twisting your already limited wisdom.

They say Transia is a weird place!

I guess we’ve probably encountered one of them. Do you need me to do a full body check?”

Knight Liwen raised her left hand, with a unique cyan mist coiling around it. Half-jokingly and half-seriously, she said:

“I think I need to check your mind. Don’t worry, the power bestowed by my god can ensure this process goes smoothly.

In terms of purifying evil things, the power of the Astral Dragon Spirit is no weaker than Nature’s Avalon, and His power is gentler and more tolerant.”

“You just want to do bad things!”

Becky said with a stern face:

“You’ve been like this since childhood, liking to stick close to me, even bathing together. But later I found out you’re like this with all pretty girls.

Liwen, you have issues!”

“I don’t!”

Knight Liwen rolled her eyes and said:

“I just appreciate female beauty more than others. Don’t worry, I see you as a sister, our kinship is enough for me to maintain decorum in front of you.”

“Hmph.”

Becky crossed her arms with a disbelieving look. As the two young ladies were chatting, heavy footsteps sounded from the corner ahead, making them turn to see Lord Kudel returning from his patrol.

Today he wasn’t wearing the Blood Vulture armor, but just the Griffin greatsword on his back was enough to increase his burden to a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

This greatsword was one of the “named blades” Murphy discovered in the Blood Vulture treasury. Similar to Cold Night which had fallen into Sister Pomegranate’s hands, it came from Salrokdar’s “hunt collection” during the Black Plague war. Like Cold Night, the Griffin greatsword’s appearance was full of “exotic style”.

This was a “Moon Blade” from the Sanghai Empire.

It was said to have belonged to a Sanghai sword saint, who had bombarded King Gnawbone’s clan from the magnificent Sun Ship during the Fourth Black Plague and died on the battlefield while rescuing allied forces. Therefore, this greatsword, adorned with skulls and roses and with its crossguard shaped into an elegant moon arc, was also a hero’s relic.

Because the Pharaoh craftsmen of the Sanghai Empire added a unique material called “Netherworld Silver Sand” when making this sword, its density far exceeded ordinary steel.

With the same volume, Griffin’s weight was more than 7 times that of the crimson greatsword “Ranger” that Kudel used before, making it difficult even for the Civilian Protection Officer, who currently ranked second in combat power in the Blood Vulture Clan, to wield it in battle for long periods.

But extreme weight brought extreme killing power!

When Kudel charged on the battlefield wielding it, nothing could stop the valiant Civilian Protection Officer anymore.

When he saw his granddaughter standing at the door of his room, Kudel’s originally stern and silent expression also added a trace of helplessness.

His meeting with Becky was an accident, and after these few days of interaction, he was quite satisfied with his granddaughter in various aspects. She was simply a perfect representative of the already rare female knights.

Except for her brain…

Becky wasn’t stupid at all.

While inheriting Kudel’s valor, she also inherited the wisdom of the Civilian Protection Officer’s only love. However, having wisdom and being able to use it well were two different concepts.

Perhaps because she grew up like a tomboy, obsessed with power and frantically honing her battle techniques, his granddaughter had “grown crooked” a bit.

Kudel had tested that his little granddaughter’s combat power could rank among the upper echelons of the Black Iron rank, but she seemed to have sacrificed wisdom to exchange for all this.

Her first reaction to things was always to draw her sword without using her brain at all. Fortunately, it had become a standard setting for this lovely blonde airhead to have an “external brain” beside her.

Knight Liwen’s brain worked well and could be a good assistant to Becky.

However, Kudel always felt something strange about his granddaughter’s best friend. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was strange, but every time he saw Knight Liwen, Kudel would inexplicably think of the mysterious personal guard captain “Mad Woman” Bonnie beside Grand Duchess Tris.

Hmm, perhaps it was because they were both very skilled in covert operations?

The Civilian Protection Officer shook these thoughts from his mind and said to his granddaughter with the most enthusiastic cold attitude a vampire could show:

“You’re leaving Transia tomorrow morning. I’ve prepared a gift for you, come in with me.”

After speaking, Kudel pushed open the door and entered the room.

Originally planning to seek her grandfather’s help, Becky immediately closed her mouth, planning to tell her grandfather after receiving his parting gift.

Hey, your favorite little peach isn’t leaving!

Surprise?

Her little thoughts were immediately perceived by Knight Liwen beside her, making this Princess Knight with half Eastern blood painfully cover her eyes.

She felt that her lady seemed to have awakened something extraordinary during these few days in Transia, her brand new factory-sealed brain that had been sealed for many years finally started working.

This was a delightful thing, but it seemed to be going in a weird direction.

“Wow! What beautiful armor.”

In Kudel’s simple room that only had a bed and a wardrobe, the vampire “grandfather” took out a wooden box from the cabinet.

When opened, inside was a set of vampire-style heavy armor in women’s style.

From its form, this should be protective gear modified from clan guard heavy armor. However, on top of the originally dark blood-colored battle armor, there were mysterious runes formed by flickering light, obviously enchanted by Master Alchemist Tris at Kudel’s request for the protective gear, which elevated this already good quality protective gear to another level in terms of value.

Kudel looked at his joyful granddaughter, and a barely visible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The Becky before him always reminded him of the scene when he gave a set of armor to his young son before leaving his family for the Black Plague battlefield.

At that time, his son had cheered and jumped for joy just like Becky.

He had also thought his son would become an excellent knight, but who could have imagined he would become a shrewd merchant instead.

But his knight’s way was ultimately inherited by his granddaughter. One could only say that destiny’s path was different from Kudel’s imagination but ultimately did not disappoint him.

“You can keep it as a collectible, and wear it to battle when necessary, but given the customs of the Anju region, you’d better not let others know you have such a set of armor from vampires.

This will affect your reputation.”

Kudel reminded:

“I had wanted to find a weapon for you as well, but your current sword is one I found during my travels on Greenleaf Island, said to be from the ‘Oak King’ collection, truly a masterwork.

It would be hard to find a better defensive item in Transia, unless Murphy is willing to give you a named blade. With my face, Murphy would definitely be willing to give one, but with your current strength, it’s obviously too early to use a named blade.

I won’t see you off tomorrow.

You can leave with Knight Valand, who will soon train new recruits again.

He is quite a powerful Winged Cavalry commander, from whom you can learn more ways to use power.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Becky lovingly put the protective gear gifted by her grandfather into her delicate yet sturdy spirit bag, then stood up straight with a snap and said to Kudel:

“But grandfather, I’ve decided not to leave!

I want to stay in Transia!

I want to participate in the Black Plague war, to fight alongside you for the protection of this land and the safety and justice of the entire continent!

I’ve been reading your stories since I was little, and I also want to complete my legendary story. The war in Transia will be a perfect stage!

And I am the perfect knight about to perform on stage.

Ah!”

Before she could finish speaking, she was grabbed by the ear by the grim-faced Kudel. The Civilian Protection Officer reprimanded:

“What joke are you making? What do you take war for! Even your most admired Nantes Ranger died on the Black Plague battlefield 110 years ago. That is absolutely not something you can make beautiful imaginations about.

The men of Transia haven’t all died yet, it’s not your turn as a little girl to step onto the battlefield with unrealistic imaginations. Get back to Nantes City honestly!

Don’t come back until the war is over!”

“But this isn’t a request!”

Becky screamed while covering her ear:

“I’m just announcing my decision to you. Whether you agree or not, I will participate in this war that concerns everyone in my own way.

Regent Miriam has already granted me the status of ‘Transia Assault Knight’, I already have all the conditions to participate in the Black Plague!

You can’t stop me from starting my legendary story, just as that poor boy from the countryside of Nantes City wasn’t defeated by various difficulties back then.

I’m just learning from greatness, what’s wrong with that?”

“How can you be the same as me?”

Kudel was furious beyond control.

He rarely had such moments when he couldn’t control his emotions, but as he said before, he forever lost a part of himself when facing the subspace.

Therefore, at this moment, the crimson light in those eyes jumped more violently.

He even had some trouble controlling his aura.

This made Knight Liwen immediately sense the threat, and she grabbed Becky’s wrist to stop her from provoking the Civilian Protection Officer further.

“Ahem, may I say something?”

Just when Kudel felt that a certain emotion in his brain was about to lose control, Murphy’s voice suddenly sounded at the door, seemingly carrying some kind of strange power that made Kudel’s tense nerves relax at once.

He turned his head to look at the door, where Murphy stood with a full smile, his hands behind his back, with a dissipating purification light at his left fingertip.

He said with a smile:

“I know that as an outsider I shouldn’t get involved in this ‘family talk’, but I also think that as the governor of Transia, I need to provide some humble advice and help to a young person who desires to participate in the Black Plague war.

Miss Becky, your grandfather doesn’t want you to participate in the war to protect you. He lost something very important during the Fourth Black Plague.

He almost lost himself too.

He just doesn’t want you to repeat his mistakes, but I also know that for a lady like you who is full of courage and strength, this kind of care is often misunderstood as a denial of your abilities.

Therefore, I have a solution that satisfies both sides.”

Murphy paused, then said:

“The Transia King of Fighters Championship is ongoing, and there’s still some time before the winner is decided. The participants in this competition include the Blood Vulture Clan, Blood Pact Clan, mountain folk, northerners, and witch hunters, as well as my warriors, truly a gathering of heroes.

If you can prove to your grandfather that you have the strength to protect yourself in such an intense competition, then I think he won’t oppose your request to join the war so strongly anymore.

But please note.

Getting second place in a competition can’t prove your strength, therefore, there must be a champion title…”

“I’m going to compete right now!”

Becky shouted defiantly:

“I will prove that I have the strength to protect myself and others!”

“Please use a different name. If possible, go find Lady Femis, she will help you modify another appearance to help you compete.

Use the alias ‘Sylvie’.”

Murphy said.

Then he watched as Becky angrily pulled Knight Liwen away and disappeared around the corner of the hallway. When he turned back, Kudel was already staring at him with unfriendly eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, Civilian Protection Officer.

You know that even if you chase her back, she will sneak back again. You can’t stop a brave young lady who wants to create legends. You know, her inheriting your valor means that even you cannot make her submit.

You are not your own match.”