Chapter 160: Give Them a Proper Hard Time!

Hearing the battle cries, Mi En and the others froze.

What's going on?

Could it be that reinforcements have come to aid them?

And didn't they just hear the words "Storm Warriors"?

Could there be other nobles also using the word "Storm"?

"Damn it, they're enemies—there are foes behind us! Form ranks and fight!"

The tribal soldiers' shouts soon confirmed everyone's suspicions.

Indeed, a force had appeared behind the tribal soldiers and was aiding them.

Whether "Storm" was an illusion or something else, Mi En and the others knew the moment was fleeting.

"Valiants of the Violet Family, our reinforcements have arrived! For the Violet Family, for victory—kill!"

"Kill!"

Instantly, the Violet Family's morale surged, while the tribal soldiers, caught between two fronts, began to retreat step by step.

At that moment, another cry rang out: "All tribal soldiers, listen! Your chieftain's heir is in our hands!"

"If you don't want your heir harmed, lay down your weapons now—or I'll cut off these little gifts from your chieftain's heir and send them to you!"

Naturally, the tribal soldiers didn't believe this declaration.

"You fools, do you really want us dead? Get lost!" Just then, a shout rang out.

Immediately, a tribal soldier cried out, "Is that Young Master Sak?!"

"Damn it, if you know it's me, why aren't you running? Do you want me dead?!"

Clearly, Sak was furious.

Mainly because this noble was utterly dishonorable—always threatening to cut off fingers or ears as "gifts."

They didn't want to lose those parts.

Soon, the tribal soldiers withdrew entirely, like a receding tide.

This sight left the Violet Family soldiers stunned.

The enemy had truly left so easily—and they had actually survived!

Clip-clop! Clip-clop!

Hooves clattered through the darkness as several tall figures approached slowly.

Soon, Mi En and the others recognized the figures: "Baron Gervas?!"

The cries echoed through the night—evidence of Mi En and the others' overwhelming excitement.

Catherine's slender frame trembled; her sapphire eyes stared in disbelief at the handsome face lit by dim torchlight.

She even wondered if this were a dream.

"Greetings, everyone!" Gervas smiled, nodding to Mi En and the others, then turned to Catherine: "Catherine, are you well?"

Catherine was finally brought back to herself.

She leapt off her horse and sprinted toward Gervas.

Seeing this, Gervas immediately dismounted as well.

But before he could steady himself, a soft, fragrant form flung herself into his arms.

Fragrance filled the air; her cheek pressed tightly against his shoulder, her chest pressed so hard against him he could barely breathe.

Yet Catherine said nothing.

Perhaps this was the limit of emotion she could show before so many eyes.

"Young Lady Catherine, are you well?!"

Gervas was no fool, but with hundreds of eyes watching, he felt awkward.

Especially Mi Gen and the others—they wore lewd grins, barely holding back whistles.

Looks like I'll have to give them a proper hard time later.

After a moment, Catherine's pent-up emotions finally released, and she stepped back, facing Gervas squarely.

No explanation. No apology for her impropriety.

Her demeanor turned cold and detached—only her reddened eyes proved it hadn't been an illusion.

"Gervas, I'm fine. Thank you for the rescue!"

She paused, then continued: "But didn't several nobles who barely escaped say the left army suffered a disaster? That most nobles, including you, Baron Gervas, were likely dead?"

Hearing Catherine's question, Mi En couldn't hold back: "Yes! Our viscount was heartbroken for days! How did you suddenly appear unharmed… cough, cough…"

He cut himself off mid-sentence—Catherine's icy gaze had already swept over him.

Observing this strange dynamic between lord and vassal, Gervas glanced at Catherine several times.

Could this female viscount truly have feelings for him?

But seeing Catherine's current state, Gervas understood without words.

"Was it Farrio and the others who said that? Our left army did suffer heavy losses—but I was one of the lucky ones who escaped."

"Also, did Commander Narsi imprison Farrio and the others?"

"Imprison them? No, Gervas," Catherine immediately grasped his implication: "Are you saying they lied?"

"Exactly. It seems those bastards truly lied. If they weren't imprisoned, they never confessed their crimes. Catherine, let's talk as we march—you tell me exactly what Farrio and the others said after they returned."

Gervas knew the truth already—from his intelligence network—but he needed to build the case to expose Farrio.

Catherine had witnessed Farrio's performance firsthand; as they walked, she recounted the entire incident in detail to Gervas.

"That shameless bastard—he truly concealed his crimes!"

"Catherine, through secret reconnaissance by the Magic Swift Eagle Riders, I learned the left camp could have held out—but Farrio conspired with several nobles and fled alone without warning anyone."

"Their desertion not only crushed morale, but left one gate wide open—that's how the tribal forces breached the camp."

"Also, along the way, Farrio pushed Brigadier Brick to advance recklessly, all to chase glory…"

Gervas detailed all the intelligence he'd gathered to Catherine and Mi En and the others.

"So that's how it was! That damned worm, that cowardly rat!"

Catherine and the others knew the Magic Swift Eagle Riders well—they had no doubt about Gervas's source.

Mi En and the others clenched their teeth in rage; they'd just been betrayed twice and despised these cowardly, dishonorable companions.

Catherine said nothing harsh—being a woman, she couldn't be as blunt as men.

But she made her view on Farrio clear: "Farrio's treachery will bring him retribution."

"Report, Viscount, Baron Gervas—the tribal soldiers who retreated are secretly following us!"

Just then, a knight from the Violet Family rushed up.

He'd noticed the barbarians' tail trailing behind them.

Catherine and the others immediately turned tense eyes toward Gervas.

But Gervas wasn't concerned—they were about to reach the junction of the left route.

Even if the tribal army had tracked them, it didn't matter.

He'd already had time to rescue the five nobles.

"Let them follow," Gervas said.

"But… Baron Gervas, they haven't charged yet, but they've surely gone to summon reinforcements!"

"When their reinforcements arrive, they'll block us again. Shouldn't we hurry our retreat?" Mi En couldn't help speaking up.