"Now that's a smart person!" David Thompson began looking around, "Where can I find a secluded spot to pitch a tent? Not there, it's too open, no atmosphere. Here, tsk tsk, too many mosquitoes, it wouldn't be enjoyable..." As he spoke, he stared at the young girl with a lecherous gaze, making her feel completely uncomfortable—itchy, cold, shivering, getting goosebumps, her hair standing on end—he kept staring at her until...

"I am Kadan, the third princess of the Demon God Kingdom. I am a member of the royal family, and I demand treatment befitting my status!" The girl declared her identity in a trembling voice, trying hard to sound dignified.

The guards all inhaled at once, and in the quiet night, the sound was especially jarring.

Owen Grant whispered, "My lord, this woman is not someone we can mess with, or the military tribunal will come after us."

David Thompson didn't even turn his head: "Owen Grant, you're as dumb as a pig!" He muttered, "This is a huge catch."

In the darkness, Vice Banner Commander Henry Clark sat silently among the cavalry, deep in thought. The joy of victory during the day hadn't dispelled her doubts:

Why was the victory so easy? The demons suddenly retreated on their own just as they were gaining the upper hand in battle; when the Zichuan clan's cavalry began their assault, they encountered almost no organized resistance; in today's battle, the demons seemed so panicked and terrified, which was not the usual style of the fierce and battle-hardened demon army.

Of course, victory is still victory—irreplaceable and indisputable. The dense demon corpses lying on the ground like harvested autumn crops were proof enough. Only now did she feel cold sweat soaking through her clothes. If her judgment had been even slightly off, it would be the Zichuan cavalry lying dead on the ground now, and she would bear the main responsibility. Even if she survived the battlefield, she would never escape the execution squad of the Inspectorate upon returning...

No more risks. Lady Luck is not always so generous; she won't favor the same person twice.

"Cease pursuit," she ordered.

The cavalry, relieved, reined in their horses. After five hours of pursuit, they were all exhausted, but no one dared to try persuading this female tyrant—everyone had seen what happened to Ethan Foster. To the soldiers, she seemed even more terrifying than the so-called invincible Demon God King.

"All units will camp on the spot. Arrange the scouts. Night watch shifts will change from four men per post to eight, double the scout perimeter, and keep the torches ready for alarms!"

The messenger hurried off, and Henry Clark instructed, "From now on, the main camp is under the command of Vice Banner Commander Ethan Foster. I am going to see Banner Commander David."

Ethan Foster emerged from the cavalry, his expression unfriendly: "What, leaving it to me? Deputy Captain Clark, aren't you afraid I'll steal all your credit?"

Henry Clark gave him a charming smile, which immediately dispelled half of Ethan Foster's anger. As for the other half... well, that was a minor issue, not worth mentioning.

"Still mad at me? Isn't it enough that I apologized... Ethan Foster, be a man, don't stoop to our level, okay?"

Ethan Foster gave a wry smile. It was always like this—he knew Henry Clark's temperament too well. Every apology was just laying the groundwork for the next offense.

"Fine, you win. It's not like you haven't beaten me before. Let me tell you something: I just interrogated some prisoners, and their story is strange. They said that during their attack, their commander Eric Hayes and deputy commander Brian Reed were both assassinated. The whole army lost command, which led to chaos and a rout without a fight."

"Oh!" Henry Clark was quite surprised. "Who did it? They did us a huge favor."

"They only know it was a human—well, you know, to the demons, all humans look the same, just like those green-skinned monsters all look the same to us. A terrifying person, buried himself in the sand, and when the demon commander Eric Hayes passed by, suddenly burst out and killed him, all with a single fatal strike."

Henry Clark was astonished. "There are such experts in the Far East? Incredibly skilled, tough, and cold-blooded, burying themselves in the sand..."

As she thought about it, she shivered.

Ethan Foster mused, "But I think our Banner Commander must have known, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have ordered us to attack..."

Mentioning David Thompson made Henry Clark furious: "You give that idiot too much credit! Do you know what he was doing while we were risking our lives? Bathing, eating, sleeping—he only stopped short of chasing women! But that's probably just because he couldn't find any. What part of him looks like a commander-in-chief..."

Ethan Foster said leisurely, "As long as he can win battles, I don't care how he plays around. Why are you so angry?" He glanced at Henry Clark, his eyes full of meaning.

"This time it was just his luck—he happened to benefit from the demons' own bad luck!"