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"Rakanishu!"
One of the goblins make a wretched gremlin sound when its beady yellow eyes catch you marching brazenly into their camp from the woodline without sparing a single thought for its occupants. As you stop to orient yourself and get a better look at the glowing ghostly mushroom tree, the little green beast charges you bravely and boldly, with a rusty iron spear in its hand. A deadly enough weapon that no doubt claimed the lives of many beasts, fish, and perhaps even a novice adventurer who didn't know the proper procedures for killing goblins.
The lesser metal shatters against your skin as uselessly as the whips that - a mirthless chuckle escapes your mouth at the thought - "drove" you through the City of Roses the other day. You only played along with their games because that corpulent swine that called himself the First Prince declared the entire city of Pavot Town his hostages to assure your compliance.
You could have slaughtered the Prince and his so-called elite guard just as easily as this goblin, which now squawks in fear that his all out attack failed to even leave a mark upon your flawless skin.
Unfortunately, the soldiers occupying the city would then have ample time to butcher no less than 5% of Pavot Town's citizenry before you cut them all down yourself. Unacceptable.
A lesser royal would have put her pride above the lives of her people, but you are not the pathetic sort of Princess who needs her people to sacrifice for her sake. The duty of the Heir is to the Kingdom, and the Kingdom is its people from the lowest beggar to its highest prince. You bare your purity to the world without a thought on a daily basis; that and a few tickling lashes from the Boar Emperor's personal guard were no great sacrifice to be made. In exchange for twenty thousand lives? You <span class="mu-i">swindled</span> the Emperor and his favored son.
Neither were exactly that creative in their attempts to humiliate you. Even the goblins show more creativity than those fools. With their spears and clubs breaking upon your skin - a trick of prana circulation that your new earring has made far more efficient! - they tried to grapple you. When that failed, they fashioned rope lassos and attempt to rein you in like a caught head of cattle.
A fruitless endeavor. Even with eight of them to a rope and four ropes having caught your body, you pull them along with hardly any effort.
Creative as the beasts may be, they're just so <span class="mu-i">weak</span>.
As you cross the camp to a chorus of slings and arrows bouncing uselessly off your skin, you pass by an unfortunate sight. It's common, you see, for goblins to capture female adventures, drug them into compliance, and, well...
<span class="mu-s">Force them into maid outfits and make them clean up their goblin hovels. A dreadful fate for a warrior.</span>
>Leave her be. She's not asking to be saved.
>Help the poor woman. Who knows what terrible messes she's been made to clean.
>Kill the goblins and be off. She'll figure out something for herself.
