I was a knight in the Middle Ages

In Alpha's mind, Tasly was the first "goddess" Alpha had met since coming into this world.

It was the first beauty in those difficult years, and something we once longed for but could not have.

Although he is now surrounded by beauties, Tasly is no longer considered the most stunning beauty in his eyes.

But Tasly's unique heroism and resilience remain a special place in Alpha's heart.

“Lord Alpha.” Tasly’s clear and calm voice interrupted Alpha’s thoughts.

Tasly was practicing her chopping skills with great effort, but when she saw Alpha arrive, she immediately stopped and stood up straight.

Under the sunlight, Tasly's tight-fitting leather armor, soaked with sweat, outlined her agile and explosive physique.

The glistening sweat on his cheeks added to his dashing appearance.

"Let's practice." Alpha had a faint, mischievous smile on his lips, and his eyes gleamed with eager anticipation.

“Okay.” Tasly’s reply was brief and forceful.

Tasly has been holding a grudge ever since she lost to Alpha in their last sparring match.

This indomitable spirit became the driving force behind her intense training.

These days, Tasly has devoted almost all her time to training.

With amazing perseverance and talent, he finally broke through and was promoted from a high-ranking knight to a bronze knight.

At this moment, Tasly's strength has greatly increased, and her confidence has swelled to the extreme. She is eager to see if the gap between herself and Alpha has narrowed.

There were no formalities between the two; a fight was about to break out.

In an instant, the two figures passed each other, and a heavy metallic clang resounded.

The greatsword and the longsword clashed violently, sparking a series of intense sparks that startled the soldiers training nearby.

The battle was extremely fierce, with Tasly unleashing her newly acquired power to the fullest, each strike carrying immense force.

However, the harsh reality is stark: the power gap between her and Alpha has widened far too much.

Alpha had already reached the pinnacle of Silver Knight level, even though he was deliberately suppressing his strength and holding back during his fight.

Tasri's relentless and stormy offensive still appeared full of flaws in his eyes, unable to shake her in the slightest.

Alpha moved like a ghost, effortlessly maneuvering through Tasly's relentless onslaught.

With each parry, Alpha used minimal force to effortlessly deflect the immense power contained within Tasly's greatsword.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sound of metal clashing was endless and sparks flew everywhere.

Tasly's breathing became heavy, and beads of sweat slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the scorching ground and evaporating instantly.

Tasly's attacks became faster and fiercer, pouring all the pent-up energy in her heart into the greatsword in her hand.

"Drink!" Tasly shouted.

His fighting spirit suddenly erupted, and a faint blue light emanated from his greatsword.

This is Tasly's strongest attack to date—Stone Splitter!

Tasly leaped high into the air, unleashing a thunderous force as she slashed down at Alpha, determined to cleave the obstacle in her path in two.

A hint of admiration flashed in Alpha's eyes; Tasly's progress was indeed astounding.

This attack was not to be underestimated even by a true Silver Knight.

But Alpha just smiled slightly, stood with his feet slightly apart, and gently raised his longsword.

Alpha's seemingly casual strike precisely hit the most vulnerable spot on the side of Tasly's greatsword.

"Ding!"

A clear, crisp sound rang out.

Tasly felt an immense, unmatched force emanating from the sword.

A sudden numbness shot through his hand, and the greatsword slipped from his grasp, spinning into the air before striking the wooden stake beside him with a clang, its blade still humming.

Before Tasly could react, Alpha had already closed in, so fast that only a blur remained.

The cold blade was already gently placed against Tasly's neck, the chill instantly bringing her to her senses.

Everything happens in a flash of lightning.

The soldiers watching from the sidelines were already dumbfounded, from the moment Tasri launched her strongest attack to the moment her weapon fell from her hand.

Then Alpha placed a knife against her neck; the whole process was so smooth that they didn't even see how Alpha moved.

Tasri stood frozen in place, breathing heavily, her chest heaving.

Tasly lost, and lost completely.

She thought that by advancing to Bronze Knight, she could at least force Alpha to make a few decent defensive moves.

But to my surprise, I still looked as ridiculous as a child in his presence.

“You…” Tasly’s voice was a little hoarse, her cheeks flushed red with shame and anger from the intense exercise.

Alpha did not immediately sheathe his sword, but slowly moved closer to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

Alpha's deep voice carried a hint of mockery: "What? Is that all you've got?"

These words were like a spark igniting a powder keg, instantly igniting all the pride and resentment in Tasly's heart.

Tasly jerked her head to the side, ignoring the blade pressed against her neck.

With his right fist carrying the last of his fighting spirit, he slammed it hard into Alpha's face at a tricky angle.

This punch was completely unpredictable, an instinctive and reckless counterattack!

A hint of surprise flashed in Alpha's eyes. He hadn't expected Tasly to be so resilient, still not giving up even at this point.

Alpha tilted his head, and Tasly's fist grazed his cheek, creating a gust of wind.

Taking advantage of the moment Alpha dodged, Tasly, like an enraged mother leopard, completely abandoned her defense.

She rained blows on Alpha with both fists, each punch using all her strength, a style of fighting that resulted in mutual destruction.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The dull sounds of flesh colliding rang out continuously.

Alpha was caught off guard by this frenzied fighting style and had to sheathe his sword to parry, using his body to withstand Tasly's heavy punches.

Alpha could sense the anger, resentment, and a hint of grievance that even Tasly herself hadn't noticed in each of her punches.

The surrounding soldiers were dumbfounded. This was no longer a sparring match between knights; it was clearly a street brawl!

Finally, after taking more than a dozen heavy punches from Tasly, Alpha spotted an opening.

His left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Tasly's wrist and pulling her forcefully into his arms, holding her tightly.

"Let me go! Alpha, you bastard, let me go!" Tasly struggled desperately in his arms, like an enraged but powerless little beast, punching and kicking to vent her anger.

Alpha let her pound on his chest, feeling the dull sound and force coming through his leather armor.

Tasly's movements gradually slowed down, and her fierce struggles turned into weak convulsions.

Alpha looked down at the female knight in his arms, who was exhausted, with disheveled hair and a face covered in sweat and dust.

Her blue eyes, which were always full of pride and stubbornness, were now brimming with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

The hint of mockery in his heart had vanished without a trace, replaced by a complex emotion.

Alpha reached out and gently wiped away a stain from her cheek with unusual tenderness.

“Alright,” Alpha said softly, his voice low and gentle, “you’ve done very well.”

Tasly's body trembled violently. She bit her lip, buried her face in Alpha's chest, and finally couldn't help but sob softly.

All the hard work, resentment, pride, and grievances of the past few days turned into tears at this moment, soaking the armor on Alpha's chest.

Alpha felt Tasly's struggles in his arms gradually subside, turning into soft sobs, and the tension in his heart eased slightly.

However, just as Alpha loosened his grip slightly, preparing to give her a moment to catch her breath...

Tasly, however, broke free from his embrace like a startled deer.

Tasly didn't even look up at Alpha; she simply wiped the mixture of tears and sweat from her face with her sleeve.

Then he turned and ran away without looking back, his figure flashing between the tents and equipment in the camp before disappearing without a trace.

Watching that disheveled and flustered figure, Alpha stood there and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Alpha knew that Tasly's pride would not allow her to appear so weak.

Especially in front of herself, whom she has always regarded as a rival and a goal to pursue.

"Ran away? Not so easy..." Alpha muttered to himself, the playfulness and tenderness in his eyes still lingering, and the corners of his mouth curled up again with that signature, slightly cynical, wicked smile.

For Alpha, Tasly was no longer just a powerful general under his command, but also the perfect embodiment of his obsession and desire to conquer that he had been longing for since he came into this world.

Now that the prey has wavered, how could Alpha possibly give up this piece of meat that has already been delivered to its mouth?

Alpha straightened his slightly disheveled armor, then slowly began to walk, following the direction in which Tasly had disappeared.

At this moment, Tasly had only one thought in her mind—to escape.

Tasly felt that all her pride and pretense had been stripped away by Alpha's all-seeing eyes.

The image of the "female knight" who was aloof and noble in front of soldiers and brave and fearless on the battlefield has completely collapsed today.

Tasly just wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground and never face Alpha's eyes again, eyes that seemed to see right through people.

Finally, Tasly stopped in front of the public bath at the edge of the camp.

This was the only place she could think of that could temporarily shield her from the outside world.

Tasri didn't even have time to take off her heavy armor, which was soaked with sweat and covered in dust.

Like a drowning person grasping at a straw, he plunged headfirst into the warm pool.

"Splash!" Huge water splashed everywhere.

The warm pool water instantly enveloped Tasli's entire body, and upon contact with her scalding skin, a cloud of white mist rose up.

The heavy armor dragged Tasly downwards; the coldness of the metal and the enveloping feeling of the water gave her a brief moment of clarity and a sense of security amidst her chaotic thoughts.

Just as Tasly was preparing to stay underwater a little longer to escape reality, an unusual ripple came from the surface of the water.

Tasly cautiously surfaced, wiping the water droplets from her face. The next moment, her pupils contracted sharply, and she froze completely.

All the maids and guards around the bath had been cleared out at some point.

Alpha was leaning lazily against a stone pillar, looking at her with a half-smile.

That look in his eyes was like a cat watching a mouse that has fallen into a trap.

“Ah… Lord Alpha, you…” Tasly’s voice trembled with shock and unsteady breathing.

Tasly instinctively wanted to bow, but was so ashamed and indignant because she was soaking wet and disheveled that she could only futilely cover her body with her arms.

"What? My female knight, you think you can just leave me here and hide away in peace?" Alpha's wicked smile grew even wider. He stopped teasing her and walked straight into the pool.

The warm pool water washed over his ankles and calves as he approached step by step, his figure appearing tall and imposing in the mist.

Before Tasly could speak again, Alpha was already in front of her, his long arms outstretched, and he once again pulled her wet, cold body into his embrace.

This time, Tasly did not struggle or resist.

Perhaps it was the buoyancy of the water that prevented Tasly from breaking free, or perhaps it was in this secluded little space that her proud heart finally succumbed to Alpha's strength and gentleness.

Alpha's hand brushed against her cold armor, and he released a slight burst of fighting spirit.

The cold metal pieces fell off her body like building blocks and sank to the bottom of the water, leaving only her most intimate clothing.

In Alpha's arms, Tasly felt an unprecedented sense of warmth and security.

All the stubbornness and unwillingness that had sustained her day and night turned into tenderness at this moment.

Since we are powerless to resist, we should succumb to utter despair.

A storm, even more intense than the previous battle, suddenly descended upon this secluded bath.

The sound of rushing water and the pervasive mist obscured all sound and sight.

After a long time, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.

Alpha and Tasly leaned against the poolside, enjoying the post-war tranquility.

Alpha gently stroked Tasly's wet blonde hair, his gaze returning to its deep and serious intensity.

“Tasly, listen,” Alpha’s voice was deep and powerful, “from now on, your focus will be on dealing with the ‘Pirate Alliance’.”

Tasly leaned against his broad chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, and softly replied, "Maneuver? Aren't you going to try to repel them?"

"We don't seek to repel them, but rather to engage in a prolonged and highly efficient maneuver." Alpha's tone carried an undeniable determination. "I will absolutely not allow the Ottoman Empire to reap the benefits. They want to hide behind the scenes and watch the show unfold, waiting for us to both be weakened? Not so easy."

Alpha paused, then continued, “However, we cannot completely ignore the appeals of Princess Fayana and the Greek people. We must find a delicate balance between ‘not provoking the Ottomans’ and ‘appeasing the people.’ It’s difficult, but I believe you can do it.”

Tasly's state of mind was completely different from before.

Having let go of all her obsessions and pride, her perspective broadened considerably.

Tasly is no longer the reckless knight who only knows how to charge into battle, but the sharpest and most astute sword in Alpha's hands.

“I understand, Lord Alpha.” Tasly’s voice was calm and firm. “I will use the existing naval forces to wage a protracted war of attrition against the pirate alliance. We will harass their supply lines, attack their lone ships, and keep them choking us but unable to catch us. I will make this play out convincingly.”

Alpha nodded in satisfaction, and then made more detailed suggestions and strategic plans regarding the alliance's defense system, troop deployment, and intelligence network.

Of course, Alpha left the specific operations and execution entirely to Tasly herself, trusting in her military talent.

The two lingered in the bath for a long time until the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the water a magnificent gold.

Alpha reluctantly let go of Tasly, who had already turned into a limp mess.

After leaving the bath, Alpha did not immediately return to his own tent, but instead headed towards Fayana's tent.

At this moment, only the Greek princess remained in the camp, along with the heaviest responsibility and moral obligation she represented.

When Alpha walked in, Fayana did not show the shyness or joy that other women did.

She just sat there quietly, her pretty face expressionless.

Those deep eyes stared straight at Alpha, as if trying to see right through him.

"What? Lord Alpha, you've finally decided to come see us?"