Founder Of The Greatest Noble Family-Chapter 51:The Blue Haired Knight[II]

The battlefield outside the walls of Apus boiled with chaos and tension.

Beasts of all kinds fangs and fury—charged at the front lines. These were Bloodtusks, hulking creatures the size of warhorses, covered in coarse, reddish fur with bone-plated shoulders and long protruding tusks dripping with saliva. Their breath was hot and foul, their eyes glowing with bestial rage.

The soldiers of Apus, however, were prepared.

Their shields locked tight, forming a solid wall. Steel met muscle. With every slam of a beast, the line shook but it didn’t break.

"Hold the formation!" the captain bellowed. "Don’t fight them alone, you maniacs! Use the gears designed by the Lord!"

Cries echoed in response. "Yes, sir!"

Behind the shield line, a group of four soldiers moved quickly, hauling out a massive object wrapped in canvas—a metallic chain-net trap, the Lord’s latest commissioned invention.

"Deploy the safety net!" the captain roared.

The four soldiers rushed forward with the weighted metallic net, swinging it high. With a coordinated heave, they launched it toward the oncoming beasts.

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It snapped open mid-air and dropped onto a group of four Bloodtusks.

Howls erupted as the creatures roared, the heavy chain net clamping down on their limbs and torsos. The beasts thrashed violently, but the weight of the iron and the clever hook-locks on the net prevented escape.

"Archers! Now!" came the next command.

From atop the unfinished wall, archers took position. Dozens of bows creaked, arrows drawn tight.

"Loose!"

Whhhsssttt! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Arrows rained down with brutal precision, piercing eyes, joints, and soft underbellies. The trapped beasts shrieked and jerked—until they finally went still.

Cheers erupted along the line.

"Reload another net!" someone shouted.

Other teams began using pike traps, buried just behind the shield wall. Whenever a beast broke through, they’d retreat, baiting the beast into stepping over the hidden trench—impaling itself on long, upward spikes forged by local blacksmiths.

On the flanks, more soldiers used oil-coated sandbags which, once lit, released thick smoke—blinding the beasts and forcing them into controlled lanes.

....

Amidst the chaos, Orren, his armor scratched and bloodied, stood tall near the front lines.

He wiped blood and sweat from his brow with a sigh of relief.

A group of soldiers came over, exhausted but elated, offering salutes.

"Sir, the nets you had made—they’re incredible!"

"I never thought such a thing could be used in combat like this!"

Orren grinned, shaking his head. "Don’t thank me. It was all Lord Roland’s idea."

He looked over at the site where nets were being loaded and smiled to himself. After Roland discovered Orren’s family were blacksmiths, he had hired them immediately—tasking them with crafting experimental defenses.

This metallic chain-net, the newest prototype, was seeing its first real battle—and it worked better than anyone imagined.

"Without mana beasts, it’s the raw force of monsters we have to counter," Orren murmured. "And traps... traps level the battlefield."

He gazed up at the growing black-rock walls around Apus and exhaled.

"Another troublesome day... but thank the gods I joined this barony. My family would’ve been dead elsewhere."

The sun was high when suddenly—the rhythmic sound of hooves echoed from afar.

The outer guards turned and squinted into the horizon.

"Horsemen! Flags of Weiess!"

Orren turned toward the gate and called out,

"Open the gates! That’s our people!"

The wooden gate creaked open as Lucas and Jan rode in, their horses dust-covered and panting. Their armor bore fresh scrapes, clear signs of combat.

But what drew all eyes wasn’t them—it was the blue-haired woman slumped in Jan’s arms, her armor broken, body bloodied, and one boot missing.

Orren’s eyes narrowed as he stepped forward. "Wait... who is she?"

Lucas dismounted and quickly saluted.

"We... we don’t know. We were ambushed by a large herd of monsters in the southern woods. She appeared out of nowhere and saved us all, slaughtered the front pack—then collapsed."

"WHAT?!" Orren’s shout echoed across the courtyard.

Everyone nearby turned, eyes widening.

"She...she took on the horde alome?" one guard murmured.

"She might be... a high-ranker!" said another.

"Quick! Get her inside! Treat her immediately!" Orren barked.

Jan adjusted his grip on the woman, her blood drying along her jawline and breastplate. "I’ll take her to the Lord myself."

With heavy steps, he marched directly toward the mansion—his back straight, not even flinching under the eyes of dozens.

Lucas stepped beside Orren, both men still processing the sudden turn.

Orren muttered, "...Am I thinking what you’re thinking?"

Lucas smirked. "If the matchmaking succeeds, maybe we’ll get more than safety—we’ll get promotions."

Orren chuckled. "And peace... if she joins the family, the beasts should be more afraid than us."

......

Inside the quiet, incense-laced medical chamber of Weiss Manor, a group of priests from the Church of Life moved gently around the bed, casting soft healing spells, applying salves, and murmuring prayers. On the large, canopied bed, under layers of clean linen, lay the unconscious blue-haired woman, her chest rising and falling faintly, her brows ever so slightly furrowed in pain.

Despite the dirt and blood from battle, her beauty was undeniable.

Her sky-blue hair flowed like silk down to her waist, shimmering faintly even in dim light. Her face was sculpted like porcelain—high cheekbones, long lashes that fluttered ever so faintly, a small nose, and full lips tinted pale rose.

The remnants of her torn armor revealed a slender yet toned frame, the body of a warrior tempered by years of training.

There was elegance in her strength, and a strange purity to her aura.

On the side of the chamber, Priya, Leila, and Janet stood together, eyes wide as they stared in stunned silence.

"She’s so beautiful..." Leila gasped, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Janet and Priya both nodded slowly.

"She looks like a fairy," Priya murmured.

Then she added in a lower tone, "I heard... she defeated a horde of monsters with a single swing of her blade."

That statement made both Janet and Leila freeze for a second. They turned toward each other and in that one shared look, an unspoken thought clicked into place.

’Maybe she can help to lower Roland’s... shooting power.’

Janet whispered slyly, "Sister... what do you think?"

Priya smiled calmly, a twinkle in her eyes. "Strong woman. Strong womb. Makes sense."

Leila, the youngest among them, turned beet red, fiddling with the end of her sleeve. "I—I think so too..."

Janet let out a sigh, half-exasperated and half amused.

"Yes. We need someone like this for our husband. Ordinary women... we’re not built to handle that."

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