The Goddess Made A Mistake Again-Chapter 355 - Whitedon

The next few days of journey went without a hitch, and when I say without, I meant there were even more bandit attacks.

Every other day, there were bandit attacks. The difference was that the attackers this time numbered in only 10 or so people.

But if you count them together, there was a lot of them and the attacks were becoming frequent as we came close to the city of Whitedon.

It was almost uncanny to see so many bandits near the martial city where soldiers kept the order and balance. Even Margaret started wondering if her father had finally pussied out or something... seriously, her words.

The journeys were a fucking hassle with bandit attacks every other day and the long trip, but there was one good thing about it. It was that, without anyone else to talk to, Margaret and I were the only people who talked to each other and grew our connection.

As more as I hear her true feelings and her trusts starting to grow, the more I was falling in love with this woman. She was a conniving bitch who would smile to her most hated enemy to the face until she doesn’t need to. Then she’ll stab them and that too from the front.

Also it doesn’t make sense how a strong tomboyish soldier like her would have such a FUCKING HOT BODY, seriously the booba’s are literally wanting breaking themselves out of her tight clothes.

"Do you like them so much?" Margaret asked as I had blatantly been looking up at her boobs.

"O- Oh, I’m sorry."

"It’s okay, you can look, you can even look closer." She said lifting up her boobs and smiling in triumph, "But you can only look... for the time being."

My eyes widened at her excessive hot behavior and my mind started to cloud. There was that excessive behavior of hers, being too hot but only to me.

But this behavior of hers wasn’t exempt from others. Most mercenaries saw how she behaved with me and with that body of hers, some wanted to have a chance with her.

With her attitude, I would be a bit worried... until I saw the end results.

The results when she so brutally crushed the manliness out of every fucking guy that wanted to have a chance with her. She spoke of her nobility, power and beauty and crushed the whiff of chance the mercenaries had.

Yes, she was a bit extreme but it was definitely warranted. She stood as the very best in her peers and has all the rights to brutally crush out anyone who had the hots for her.

The anger I felt for this motherfuckers wasn’t enough the pity I felt when she was done bashing them... no, I still hate them more, I hate these motherfuckers very much.

She was to be my wife and they do this shit in front of me? These motherfuckers will definitely get it.

I had been writing every single one’s name and description in my memory and sworn to track them out and take care of them... discreetly but painfully.

Am I being too much? Will my action seem very stalker like? Well, I don’t give a fuck.

When you come after a guy’s fucking fiancé, you better be ready to fell abomination, bitch!

"You know; I love that look on you." Margaret said as she leaned on her palms with a happy face, "The aspect of you being extremely jealous of those rats."

Before I could reply, she spoke, "I don’t get how you can be jealous or angry of them, but I like seeing you like that... so bothered and wanting to rip them out just for me... that makes me feel very special."

Then her happy face twisted into a crazy grin, "I know you will do something to them later... but can you bring me too? I want to see them twist and grind in pain and also see their reactions when I finally look at them so lovingly... will let me tag along?"

You see this right? She makes me want to rip her clothes off right now!

Margaret grinned, "I know that look, you can’t do that darling... not yet at least."

"..."

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Days went by and we finally came to Whitedon. The trip coming to 11 days instead of the calculated 12.

The reason being we had to increase our pace too frequently to avoid being caught in the aftermath that remained after each bandit attacks.

The city of Whitedon’s first appearance was a 15-meter-tall large white wall that guarded the city very acutely. Soldiers perched on top of the wall with bows and sharp swords.

As the stone portcullis opened up and we were halfway in, three guards stopped us and checked our identities, needing to get out.

Margaret opened the window and waved at the guards as they immediately recognized her. freewebnøvel.coɱ

The guard’s eyes widened as he shouted, "It’s the young madam, she’s come back!"

"Don’t block her path, let her get in!"

The last guard seemingly ran away, who knows why?

The carriage moved and the soldiers all saluted Margaret as she responded in kind.

Seeing their genuine respect, I say, "They really like you as a leader."

"Good, it would be less trouble to drill it into them when I become it." Margaret says and I smile at her confident response.

As we finally went inside the city, I saw its beauty.

At the very first, the city started with its business buildings, markets, hotels, places that newcomers or business men would like to go to at start.

Then came the houses, tall, stone crafted 2 or 3 story buildings, designed for comfortable stay. The people on the streets roamed happily and there were no quarrels too.

Most likely reason for that being the good number of soldiers that guarded each street and stopped before a conflict could arise.

There were a lot of soldiers as I just mentioned, all of them wearing good mid quality armor with the Religias family emblem drawn to the heart of the armor and a larger one at the back.

The city was as I had expected from a martial city, but a bit different. Instead of their being a fearful expression on the people for the huge number of soldiers, they were actually happy and in peace because of them.

This meant that the soldiers had good discipline and the head of the city was a righteous man or someone who knows what strings to tug on for public benefit.

Margaret stood up and sat beside me as she pointed with her finger at the tall castle in the distance.

"That’s our castle, my home." She said softly as I looked at the castle.

Just like its name and reputation, the castle was very tall and was completely donned in white. The castle was closed off with a tall wall circularly around its ground.

The guards did not stop us anymore as the guard that ran before had already told them of Margaret’s arrival and we went in almost immediately.

When we got out, the soldiers, all in ranks and numbers around gathered in front of us and gave a salute to her, "We Welcome Back The Young Madam!"

"WELCOME MADAM!" All screamed in row.

Margaret smiled and returned their gesture with respect before talking and mingling with her kind a bit.

As I said, a Tomboy.

Suddenly, she turned and saw me before pointing her finger, "Make sure to respect him as equally as me, That’s my future husband right there."

I felt quite the warm feeling when the soldiers suddenly looked shocked at the announcement before actually giving me their respect. Not complete but good enough.

It would have been even better if not for that one guy who was giving me the death stare.

’There’s always that one motherfucker in every story.’