A young maiden, presumably of noble origins, was dressed in a full white combat dress.

She took a slight breath before bolstering the troops who charged forth below the hillside.

"Forward!"

A buhurt falchion hung loosely to the plate piece by the good old sturdy magical leather belt.

The silvered plate pieces that protected the legs, arms, and chest glinted as sunlight came through the drifting clouds.

Strangely enough, the armor had an impractical design that left many vulnerable spots in the defense.

A prime example would be the detached sleeves that were meant to fit the white garb underneath.

It was a ceremonial dress.

"Aah... Sometimes I don't even know what I'm doing anymore..."

Vixella grumbled, shuffling as she glanced at her attire with a bothered look.

"Vixella, long-time no see!"

A group of adventurer teens came running towards her.

Sova, Inferno, Verd, and Snoofie! Around all of their necks hung Golden Adventurer Plates.

It seemed like they had risen a few ranks since the day Vixella had retired as an adventurer.

They had cuts and bruises all over them, not to mention the Verd who was panting heavily.

He was on the verge of magical exhaustion from healing everyone a few times over.

A slight shift in her silvered greaves came by as she turned around.

"Well, come on then... The human field-hospital is right here..."

After the first offensive was over, Vixella found Alexei and decided to catch up to the recent events with him.

The two stood inside one of the allied tents at the corner of the encampment meant for miscellaneous storage.

Alexei had already taken off his armor and was currently in his combat fatigues.

Vixella, on the other hand, was still in the ceremonial combat dress that she was given to wear.

Unfastening the bowtie, she would pull loose her collar to take a breather.

"So you said you met a strangely strong assassin?"

"Yeah, she beat the crap out of me and Alderius."

"Sorry, I'm stuck as a healing station right now so you'll have to deal with her yourself."

"Ahm, no problem Vix... We're all doing our best here, after all."

She regained her composure and looked up at him.

"So... How's the princess now? Did the antidote work?"

"Ahm? You knew about it?"

"Of course I would."

"Ahm... The herbalists said her condition is stable but..."

"..."

"Ahm, don't worry! Thanks to that antidote, they said she'll wake up around tomorrow."

"Didn't she say something about engaging you? Aren't you a lucky man... Or should I say... Prince Alexei-!?"

"How do you know about that...!?"

Alexei tried to keep a steady look as he asked back at her.

"A woman has her secrets."

"Ahm... So you're not a man anymore?"

"I am also a man!", Vixella paused, "Wait, am I both...?"

"Hey, don't think too much about that stuff... In the end... You're still you, right?"

"As much as I want to pursue the subject... Somehow, I guess you're right."

"Yeah... Anyways, about the Princess... It was a misunderstanding so I'll make sure to it clear out once she wakes up."

Vixella smirked as she leaned in to face him up close, causing Alexei to arch away with uncertainty

"So you don't you want to live like a Prince alongside a smart and beautiful Princess like her?"

"No, I have other plans... And you're getting way too close again."

Vixella backed off idly, not taking her eyes off him.

"We've been much closer, right? What's the problem?"

"We're still in the middle of a battle... I want to focus on it."

"Yeah, I get you... But let me ask... Aren't you interested in the Princess at all?"

"Well... I do admire and respect her... But, I'm quite sure that it's nothing close to romantic feelings."

"Aah, that's understandable! It's only been a few months since you became a man after CRIPPLING me so many times."

Vixella swung her arm over Alexei's shoulder, sighing as she leaned into him to think of the times when she was 'crippled' by him.

"Hey! Don't bring that kind of stuff up so casually! You're making this awkward!"

Alexei pouted down at her who looked up at him with a mischievous smile.

"So you're afraid you'll make the Princess a cripple for life?"

"Ahm... If it comes down to it... Yeah, it might be a problem."

He softly scratched his cheek in slight embarrassment.

"That's quite troublesome... Crippling everyone like that."

"Gah, it doesn't bother me that much since you can handle me just fine-"

Vixella broke off before pointing straight for Alexei's face, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

"But that's exactly the problem! No one else can handle you! That's exactly the problem!"

"Ahm... Not really? To be honest Vix... I don't plan on doing it with anyone else-"

"What are you saying? You can't just use me as a compromise like that!"

"Hey, listen... What I'm trying to say is that you're more than good enough-"

"I'm what...!? Good enough-!? Alexei... What did I hear just now-!?"

"No! Sorry! Ahm... I didn't mean it like that... Just that... It's fine as long as we both can..."

Alexei came to a loss for words, extremely regretting what he had said earlier.

He looked up to see Vixella glare at him while crossing her arms as if angry.

"Look, I'll be straight... I don't understand what you were trying to say earlier."

"..."

"...?"

"Don't worry Vix, I'm not even surprised."

"Aah? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's you we're talking about, after all."

Vixella shook her head softly to throw aside the thought.

"Anyways, I think it's best if I help you improve with a practical training session."

"What?"

"So you stop crippling people."

"Wait... Now-!?"

"Aah? It doesn't have to be now? Didn't you say you wanted to focus on the battle? The second offensive will begin soon."

"Gah... Screw that... Let's do it..."

Alexei took a step after her who backed off unsurely, eventually cornering her against the crates stowed inside the tent.

"Why are you being so eager to train all of a sudden? Must be combat stress... Look, why don't you help yourself? I'll leave-"

"No... Vix... I want you to help me..."

"And what If I don't want to?"

"Then I'll just have to make you..."

"You think you can?"

A CENTURY LATER

(Happy Transition Music)

Gasping for breath upon the crates, Vixella winced up at Alexei who had just let go of her hips.

"It's troubling how easy you let your emotions take over."

"Gah... It's your fault for being so damn suggestive..."

"Wouldn't expect less from Mr. Rape Crimes."

"Ahm... Can you not?"

"Will you ever become a real man if you keep forcing yourself onto me?"

"I'm not forcing myself onto you."

"Mind proving that?"

"You asked for it."

"Aah? Wait, you don't have to prove it now...!?"

After a few more long minutes of bliss, the crippled Vixella returned to her post by piggy riding Alexei there.

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When asked by the others why she couldn't walk straight, she strongly insisted that they don't question it.

The whole day went by as the battle raged on.

Vixella perfectly orchestrated her act and played the role of a holy maiden.

She healed every soldier who was incapable of fighting and brought them 'back to life'.

The ones that were rendered beyond fighting due to bone damage were stabilized before being hauled back to herbalists.

When the Valoratians saw what was going on, they started to lose morale since all their healers had long since collapsed.

Much to everyone's expectations as both sides' retrieval crews and healers passed out, Vixella dashed into the midst of battle.

Smiling as she glanced down at her unsteady legs, Vixella hauled two wounded Elderian footsoldiers up onto her shoulders.

"Today just got significantly harder thanks to Alexei... Damnit."

Upon realizing that her retreat was cut off by a battalion of Mounted Valoratian Knights, she frowned slightly.

Much to their attempts to capture her, the Valoratian Knights gawked in awe as she propelled herself over them with wind magic.

She restlessly carried the injured back and forth, kicking off with the most basic form of wind magic.

"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance! But not for me!"

As for her strange words, everyone concluded that it must've been from the unpredictable effects of magical exhaustion.

Hours passed by as the battle dragged on and on.

The Valoratian forces were slowly becoming exhausted in both morale and fighting spirit.

Disorder soon grew through their ranks as most of the soldiers began to hesitate against their given orders.

Alas, before nightfall came was the final offensive.

The allied forces pushed back the Valoratians and regained control of the territory that had been lost.

It was all thanks to the Holy Maiden who had collapsed on the spot upon retrieving and healing the last of the wounded.

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Early that night at a certain Valoratian Encampment, a crate was fumbled down by the scheming adviser Ivan.

"Hah! What's with this report-!? A Holy Maiden carried away injured troops... Healed them completely? Bullshit!"

Ivan angrily shoved aside the naggy lookouts as he rushed towards the usual treeline.

"You guys!! Are you there!? I need assistance... Double the pay this time around..."

Ivan shouted out into the darkness as he rambled around.

"Nnn."

The assassin with the repaired blank steel mask stepped forth from the shadows.

Ivan gulped and took an unsteady step back upon realizing how eerie it was to pay too much attention at the said mask.

"Hah... What...? Come on, triple pay!"

"Nnn."

"Hah-!? I expected more from professionals like you-!? I'm voiding the contract-"

"Umu."

The assassin with the steel mask gestured at their elven accomplice who began nocking the elderwood bow at Ivan for fun.

Ivan glanced slightly at the arrow's tip before turning back to face the masked assassin.

"Alright... But at least tell me... Did you see the Holy Maiden? She didn't heal hundreds of soldiers for real, right?"

"Sorry employer, we weren't there to see it."

The bow assassin spoke from above before retracting his bow.

"Then... They must be faking it to decrease our morale! Hah!"

Ivan who didn't believe in the Holy Maiden's capabilities deemed it as some sort of propaganda.

"Umu."

Ivan tossed towards them a larger pouch of gold.

"Take this... And keep in touch! Hah! I have an important role for you to play in the upcoming battle."

Before long, he had told the Valoratian army leaders to tell their knights to not believe of this damned 'Holy Maiden'.

Despite the efforts to silence the doubt among their troops, the surviving veterans from the earlier battle weren't too convinced.

The ones that even the greatest of Valoratian Knights have deemed incapable combat came straight back at them like zombies.

The knights, no matter how brave they were, just couldn't shake off the unreal and horrifying thought of fighting such a battle.

Healing magic of the lower tier was commonly used amongst combat healers.

At much, they were only supposed to close the wounds and stop the bleeding.

It did not restore blood, strength, torn muscles, bones, nor relieved any pain.

Using higher tiers of healing magic would consume too much magical power and render a healer useless.

However, the degree of Vixella's healing magic was indeed rated beyond the highest tier.

She had used 'Holy Grade Healing Magic' repeatedly throughout the whole battle without faltering until the last moments.

Little did everyone know that she was, in fact, actually just using low tier healing magic with the augmentation of Holy Spirits.

Late Night.

Allied Encampment.

"Aah, my legs..."

Vixella yawned as she swiped aside the cloth and entered the luxurious tent that was prepared for her.

Inside sat Xenthur by the bedside chair who smiled happily upon seeing her enter.

"Good job, Xiveall... Today you have healed a total of two-hundred and thirty-seven wounded soldiers!"

She paced over to sit down by the comfy bed before tipping over to lie down.

"Yup, no rest for the wicked."

"You surely jest! How could you not know that someone had recently broken your record?"

"As if anyone could-"

"Lady Vixella had healed about six-hundred-and-sixty-six elves at the Forbidden Forest about three weeks ago!"

"Hey... Who do you think you're talking to?"

"My dear friend, Xiveall?"

"You mean Lady Vixella who is also the 911th summon, Xiveall?"

"My apologies, but what might you mean?"

"You think you're funny?"

She scoffed once before turning away to close her eyes.

A moment of silence occurred between them.

"Xiveall, do you mind if I sleep beside you?"

"Go ahead?"

Scuttling into the bedsheets, Xenthur smiled contently as his brown eyes glinted happiness under the oil lantern hanging above.

"Aah? And just what are you getting so happy about?"

"This is just like the old days when we camped together during the Great War! How nostalgic!"

"Except that the tent they gave us to share was hella small back then... A large one like this would've been nice..."

"You surely jest? A large tent would reveal our position to the demons... But to think that you still remember!"

"Yeah yeah... Let's get some sleep already."

"Then... May you have a good night's rest."

"Goodnight." "Oyasumi."