Bertha Haines foolishly looked up, not yet reacting, when a rush of scorching breath approached her rapidly, launching an attack on her fortress, causing chaos within.
Once she snapped back, she was willing to be captured, allowing the enemy general to bully her at will.
Amos Smith ravaged inside for a long time, long enough for his ambitious desire to conquer other fortresses, so that when all these were under his control, no one would dare challenge him.
Desire and logic clashed once more.
In the end, desire conceded to logic.
Because the little captive in his arms was so irresistibly cute, so much so that he suddenly felt rather beastly for his thoughts.
"Who am I?"
Amos Smith asked, breathing heavily, as he placed his fingers on the young girl's lips and gently caressed them.
"Hmm?"
The young girl, however, just looked at him with a flushed face, laughing foolishly.
