Conquering His Cold Heart

Chapter 687 Pay the toll (2)

Avira could hear the violent and pain filled screams of the Sapients behind her, every one of them causing her lips to twitch and the colour to slightly drain from her face.

She was fine with the death of monsters but people… that was something else, her heart and mind couldn't help but waver. Even as she stood before the leader of these bandits with her weapons drawn she couldn't look at him completely as an enemy worthy of death. Her right hand's grip was weaker than normal, and her planned moves aimed to debilitate rather than maim and or kill.

The bandit leader however was weighing his options, doing his best to analyse Avira's type before Frost ended every last one of his comrades.

'She's not talking arrogantly nor is she charging at me with righteous fury…a difficult one.' He'd been faced to with noble women before and knew how best to deal with such characters. Those who were full of themselves and or viewed him and his comrades like filth, deserving of nothing short of death were not only the easiest to handle but they were also his favourite.

His mind couldn't help but reminisce about two of his breeding bitches who were locked up back at the enclave. Two noble women who once looked down on him were now nothing more than his sex slaves. Proud beautiful women who were once superior now desperately curry his favour whenever he comes home. Eager to gorge themselves on his bandit manhood all so they could eat well for the day.

A miserable end that always made him hard just thinking about it.

Avira however was a little different, if he wanted to survive this ordeal and return to his loving breeding sluts then he had act with a little finesse.

He gripped his club with two hands and charged forward with a feigned look of determination, as though a solider bravely confronting an enemy combatant.

His moves and expression caught Avira off guard, but she was skilled enough to parry his club and move to the side. She instinctively thrust her rapier at his exposed flank but hesitated in the last second which brought a smile to the bandit's lips.

"Vicious noble! Why don't you just pay the toll." He hollered while swinging his club. His gaze warily glancing in Frost's direction as another one of his comrades bit the dust.

Avira frowned in response but didn't answer, her feet dancing as she readied her specialised fighting style.

Before she could summon her ice fog however the bandit leader charged straight for her with a very wide swing full of openings. Avira could easily see multiple opportunities to land a severe blow but for some reason she was unable to take a single one. The man's look of fear and misguided anger towards her shook her will.

Her rapier eventually found purchase within the bandits left thigh, stabbing deeply but far from the muscles and artery. The man's face however warped in pain and his fear intensified shaking Avira's soul. Her grip weakened even further, and her entire body trembled.

"Ahhhhh!" When the man screamed in pain she completely froze for just a moment, a moment that the bandit precisely aimed for.

His expression of pain vanished, and his reckless unpolished movements transformed in an instant. Before Avira could even register the change the bandit leader was viciously swinging his club against her right leg without mercy.

"[Brutal crush]" The bandit leader activated a low ranking skill that granted weight and concussive force to his spiked club.

Crunch!

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The man's club smashed against Avira' right thigh, fragmenting a chunk of her bone. She screamed in agony as her body crumbled to the floor. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she held her blooded right leg and looked up at her attacker in shock and horror.

Gone was the fear and determination in his expression, replaced with gut wrenching perversion and glee. He smiled from ear to ear with a lustful look while raising his spiked club for another blow.

"Oh I can't get enough of that look. The sudden realisation of doom, that your life is actually at my mercy, a bandit's mercy.

Ohhhh it's orgasmic, I'm going to love forcing you to gag on my cock, to see you beg for your freedom in the beginning only to gradually come to not only love my touch but become addicted to it just like all the rest." The bandit leader no longer hid his desires as his spiked club came swinging down on Avira's left thigh, fracturing her other leg.

Then with experienced hands the bandit leader grabbed hold of a tuft of Avira's hair and dragged her pain riddled body across the snow.

"Oi guardsman lookie what I've got." He bellowed with arrogance, his hand cupping Avira's chin, presenting her tear covered face to Frost, Borris and Kiba.

"Grrrrr!" Kiba violently growled, his fur standing on end as his muscles tensed in preparation for an attack.

"V!" Borris loudly shouted, his hands tightening around his hammer.

Frost meanwhile nonchalantly finished off another bandit before turning around with a bemused expression on his face. He had been keeping an eye on Avira the entire time, so her current predicament wasn't a surprise to him.

"Lay down your weapons otherwise little miss noble here gets my club to her face." The bandit leader who's strength was roughly at the peak of D-rank waved his club in front of Avira's face in a threatening manner.

Borris frowned not knowing what to do, he looked to Frost for answers.

Frost who found the whole thing rather amusing couldn't help but slightly smile.

"Now why on Nova would I do that little bandit." He said before casting a [freezing fireball] killing off the last of the bandit leader's comrades.

"Y…You, don't you care about the life your mistress?" The bandit leader fearfully asked wondering why Frost was going off script.

"Hmm" Frost gazed at Avira who was clearly in no small amount of pain and currently at the bandit's mercy. "I think you've made a mistake little bandit, I'm not her servant nor is he." Frost gestured towards Borris who also kept his hammer in hand despite not wanting any harm to befall Avira. "So why would we drop our weapons, our primary means of defence just because you said so?"

"I'll really kill her you know." The bandit leader thought that Frost was just bluffing, attempting to sike him out and buy time so he placed a blood covered spike against Avira's cheek and cut open her flesh to prove his intentions.

"Oh I don't doubt you. Go ahead, kill her." Frost strangely encouraged the bandit.

"Huh?" Now he was really confused.

"Why would I care about her current condition when she brought it on herself. A woman who far surpasses you in strength, technique and equipment lost because of her foolish naivety and preconceptions despite my heartfelt advice.

By this point if it isn't by your hand it'll be by the next, so go ahead put her out of her misery." Frost taunted with an evil expression, his eyes looking almost expectant. The bandit leader couldn't help but tremble at such disregard for Avira's life. He genuinely believed that Frost didn't give a shit.

'Did I guess wrong.' The bandit leader thought for sure that Frost was Avira's guard and even if he wasn't he was sure that he'd care about her enough to at least make some effort to protect her. Unfortunately it seemed that he really bet wrong. Without Avira he had no assurances, his life would be forfeit.

Borris who was completely not okay with Frost sacrificing Avira, the Princess of his home nation as well as their travelling companion fiercely glared at him and moved to confront the young man but before he could Kiba held him in place, discreetly shaking his head. An action that puzzled Borris but keeled his jets.

Avira was even more shocked than the bandit leader, she even momentarily forgot the immense pain in her legs as she gazed at Frost, the man who occupied a rather large part of her heart by this point.

'Will he really let me die?' She asked internally, her confidence shaken by the evil expression on the young man's face.

'Am I really not worth the effort?'

She thought about his words and found strong logic within them. She really did bring this on herself.

Frost warned her repeatedly about battles with her life on the line, he told her to never hesitate yet what did she do, hesitate. He told her to never underestimate her enemy as to do so would only result in death.

Because she ignored his advice, hesitated and struggled against the bandit just because he was a Sapient she now had two broken legs and her body was in so much pain that she couldn't think straight. The bandit leader's revelation also dealt a strong psychological blow, greatly impacting her mental state. Frost's words however started to wake her up.

"Little bandit, what are you waiting for? Finish the deed. If she can't handle someone at your level, an opponent far weaker than herself then what use is she?" Frost taunted one more time, stressing the pointlessness of Avira's life if she couldn't even handle a simple bandit.