How to Subdue the Masochist Princess 211

Chapter 211 – A Hot Reunion

It’s humiliating.

“Сука блять!”

Astrid, who regained her consciousness after a few days, spat out thick curse words as soon as she woke up.

Her whole body tingles as if she had been beaten, and her head throbs as if it will break.
She was a master at facing terrain-changing blows with her bare body.

She was defeated

That too obviously.
Without any excuse whatsoever.

Teeth are grinding

How long has it been since you’ve been so miserably broken?
A monstrous black-haired knight encountered during the War of Conquest. It was the first time since that child.
She was the strongest warrior of her proud Frosttooth tribe.
Throughout her lands of frost, she counts on her hands the mightiest that rival her own.

With the exception of the sleeping great Kagan and Sig Baldi, Astrid was confident that she would not be easily defeated by anyone.
That’s why her current defeat has no choice but to hit her bones even more.

“Damn it, that stranger. You bastard who will freeze to death…!”

Astrid tugged at her long hair and chewed it up as if spitting it out.

The scenic cliffs where the cool breeze blows that she was looking for are no longer there.
Following her beloved sword stolen by the mean black-haired beast, she lost her weapon again.
Losing her weapon is a shame for her warrior.

It hurts my mouth to say how devastating the damage was caused by today’s defeat.

She was only there to hunt down any odious strangers who dared invade the Frosttooth’s territory.
Why did she have to suffer like this?
She was so upset that she couldn’t stand it. She can’t be like this without luck.

Like that, she was lying flat on the bed, fighting her anger.

—With my daughter!

Someone rang a bell outside Astrid’s tent.
It was her booty that she plundered directly from Imperial lands.
It’s definitely something I cherish a lot. Why is that sound so annoying today?

I’m reluctant, so I’ll have to throw it away soon.

“Daughter of Bjorn, Chief Astrid!”

A voice that is just annoying to hear.
Probably one of the tribe’s warriors. He must be an idiot not even worth remembering his name.

“If you don’t want to die, get out of here right now.”
“…”

As soon as I let him go, a cold silence enveloped Astrid again.
She rolled over nervously. She tried to sleep, but she couldn’t sleep at all.

That moment.

—Thug!

In a piercing pain, Astrid let out a groan as she shrunk her body.

“Ouch!”

A bitter pain rises from the huge scar that the beast-like creature had carved on his lower abdomen a few years ago.
A disgraceful scar left on purpose in order not to forget the shock of defeat.
Every now and then, whenever this place hurts, I think of that incident and whip myself.

To be reborn as a stronger warrior through suffering.
So that one day I can meet him again and get my revenge.

But today, the pain is even worse.

It felt as if someone was ruthlessly trampling her belly with a thick, long weapon.
This pain was closer to phantom pain or trauma than physical pain.

Astrid, the chieftain of the Frosttooth Clan and an honorable warrior, could endure the pain of having a sword lodged in her torso and shattering her limbs.
Her shock and helplessness at her undeniable defeat was unbearable.

‘No… ‘

Her weakness slowly began to eat away at her.
I feel like I’m going to cry out of sadness.

Why are there so many strong warriors in that hateful empire?
With the title of her champion, she was defeated again by a mere stranger.
If there were more monsters like the dark-haired knight and the blonde-haired parasitic brother in the empire, it would be understandable that the children of winter lost the war.

Why did Astrid, the great warrior who roamed the plains and snowfields without shame, end up like this?

No matter how you think about it, it was because of that bastard’s ‘Great War’.
It was a reckless war from the beginning.

Isn’t it a miracle that he rubbed against opponents of different weight classes that much?
No matter how much a wolf uses dragons, he can’t win against a bear.

“Damn it. It’s a prophecy, it’s Nabal, why the hell does Kagan…”

And, her weakness that had dug into her heart turned into a slight resentment.

Many years ago.
All the tribes of the North, who had been scattered freely for a long time, were united as one.

‘We will conquer! The land that never freezes, the promised land given to us!’

Great leader.
A great warrior who inherited the will of the sky.
The King of the North, Kagan, reached the level of transcendence beyond human limits.

‘Chief of chiefs, great warrior of great warriors. We will follow you.’

Before his mighty power and majesty, all knelt down and declared submission.
The same was true of Astrid’s father, Frosttooth Chieftain Bjorn, as well as her chieftain.

When I ran through the meadow with Kagan, I was not afraid of the northern wind or snow.
A sense of omnipotence welled up as if he could win against any opponent.

Promised Land. An unfreezing nest that will come after a long winter.
In order to obtain that place, the Children of Winter set out on an expedition to the land of strangers beyond the great snowfield.

But.

—Sue

Astrid patted his belly and muttered in a hollow voice.

“In the first place, it was a phantom goal…”

The beginning of the war.

‘Kill them all and take them all! You fat piglets!’
‘It’s golden, golden!’
‘Hey, Comrade, are the women of the empire so warm and tender?’

Thanks to the overwhelming inaction of the Khagan, the Children of Winter trampled the Empire’s lands with impunity.
Most of the northern territories of the Empire fell under their control.
At this rate, conquering the whole world would never be too much.
At that time, obviously, everyone thought so.

However, when the full power of the Empire came out, the situation immediately turned upside down.

A dark catastrophe. The Last High Elf. Sword transcendence.
Her demeanor could only be expressed this way.

Martial god.

“Legends were just legends.”

Warchief of the North and Great General of the Empire.

The two Transcendentalists engaged in a mythical clash for three days and nights, and the losing side was Kagan.
He, who never seemed to be defeated, collapsed with his heart pierced and his body all in disrepair.
Somehow he was alive, but even if he lived, he was not alive.

On the other hand, the general of the empire stood unscathed.
With that, the war was practically over.

Everyone fought looking at Kagan’s back, but his back was shabby when he fell.
Conquistadors from the frozen land turned into defeated soldiers and had to be driven back to their barren lands.

That year, the winter that swept through the land of frost was particularly harsh.
Many children of winter returned to snow and ice.

And, one of the tribes that suffered the most in the war was the Frosttooth tribe.
One of the most powerful tribes in the north, their population is currently less than half of their heyday.

His father, Bjorn, who was a great warrior, had one of his legs cut off by the first prince of the empire and became a half-assed man.
Likewise, her mother Frigga, who was a great warrior, was burned to death by the commander-in-chief of the Empire.

Half of the tribe’s members are gone. Most of them were young men and women.
A good warrior is a good hunter and a good farmer.
Losing the young men and women is tantamount to losing the future of the tribe.

Now all around are the coughs of the elderly and the cries of children.

The scars suffered by the tribe were devastating.
The reality Astrid faced was devastating.
The future to come was miserable.

Even if the surviving young men and women try their best.
How long will it take to restore the former castle?
It seemed that even Astrid leading her tribe until she became her grandmother would not be enough for the Frosttooth Clan to regain its former form.

And look.
Now, a stranger’s strong man he’s never seen before has come and invaded the land of the Frosttooth tribe.

But even though Astrid resented them, she couldn’t blame them for their actions.
Because what they do is the same as what she did in her past.

How much more humiliation will she have to endure in the future?

Astrid muttered to herself.

“If this is the case, the old days were better.”

There was no sorrow, no lamentation, no anger in her voice now.
Only a hollow echo echoed in the bedroom.

At that time.

—With my daughter!

The ringing of the bell from a moment earlier made her feel uncomfortable again.
Suddenly, a thick vein in Astrid’s forehead shot up.

“Did that bastard understand what I was saying?”

Rising from her seat, she slammed the door open and growled.

“Do you want to get behind?”

A warrior with an unfair impression, resembling a crying rabbit, immediately slammed her head into the ground.
It was a wise move.

“I’m sorry, chieftain…! The chief told me to come right now…!”
“What?”

Astrid then spat on the floor and fired at him as if it were absurd.

“Then you should have said that first!”
“…”

Instead of answering, the warrior pressed her head deeper into the ground.

There was silence for a while.

“Ah.”

It was Astrid who realized seconds later that she hadn’t even given her a chance to talk.
She tapped her warrior on the shoulder and muttered shyly.

“It’s a mistake, a mistake. Let’s go.”
“…Yes.”

Astrid hastily gathered her clothes and made her way to her father’s tent.
She bit her lip in her worried mind. What the hell is she calling?

Have you ever been sick somewhere?

She’s not ready to become a chief yet.
Although she could no longer take up her weapon and fight, her father still had to be the chieftain.

“Dad!”

Astrid hurriedly pushed back the door of her father’s tent and entered.

“Hmm…?”
“Uh?”

But, what the hell does this mean?

The person who met her eyes was a smooth blond haired man.
He was the one who had kept him in bed for days.

Just looking at his face makes me sick.
My head doesn’t turn properly.
Why is that child next to his father? It was unacceptable.

“You bastard!”

Astrid immediately drew a sword from her waist and swung it at him.