The Princess Knight is Too Strong

Her mind was in a daze.
Her vision flickered red, and her entire body throbbed as if on fire.
Evangeline desperately tried to work her unresponsive brain.
What happened to the battle? Lord Cornwall? Lord Scabbard? The soldiers?
‘This is no time to be like this.’
No sound could be heard around her.
No voices, no animal sounds, not even the chirping of insects.
Though she hadn’t yet figured out where she was, she was certain of one thing: she had become separated from the main force during the battle.
She needed to rejoin the main unit quickly. Evangeline twisted her body, trying to stand up from where she had collapsed.
-Clank.
And only then did Evangeline realize that both her hands were restrained.
Countless worst-case scenarios flashed through Evangeline’s mind like a kaleidoscope.
“…No.”
A hoarse voice escaped between her parched lips.
Half-panicked, Evangeline shook her restrained arms frantically.
“No, no, please…”
-Click, creak.
The sound of metal.
The sound of a rusty key being forced into a rusted lock. The sound of hinges, so corroded they barely moved, screaming as they turned.
Forgetting even her struggle to break free from the restraints, Evangeline raised her trembling head.
“…Ugh.”
A massive figure, easily 3 meters tall, filled her vision.
Breathing heavily, the giant figure moved.
-Thud.
Something the creature had been holding was thrown at Evangeline’s feet.
It was a lump of flesh. Something that until recently had been a person.
“…Cornwall?”
-Thud.

On top of the flesh that had been Nasisa Cornwall, another lump of flesh was piled.

“Scabbard…?”

-Thud, thud, thud.

Raymond Scabbard, Jack Richilio, Fiona Delfindo.

Lumps of flesh that once had names as human beings piled up before Evangeline’s eyes one by one, like garbage bags stacked upon each other.

She couldn’t breathe. With her airways blocked by the smell of bloody, soggy corpses, Evangeline gasped with a face turned deathly pale.

“Grrrr.”

Before she knew it, the monstrous giant stood in front of Evangeline.

And the grotesque thing that rose between its legs, slowly toward her—

“Huhk.”
Gasping as if choking, Evangeline opened her eyes.
The crude, dim torch that had lit the narrow cave, the corpses that had filled it, and the horrible monstrosity that had been thrust toward her—all had vanished without a trace.
“Huff, huff, huff.”
Clutching her blanket with one hand as if to tear it, Evangeline breathed roughly.
And, maintaining that posture, after a long while of staring into the darkness with bloodshot eyes, she finally parted her dry lips with difficulty.
“…Right.”
Through the half-open window, a cold breeze carrying the faint moonlight seeped in.
“The war, it ended.”
-Flutter.
The empty left sleeve of her nightgown, where everything below the shoulder was missing, fluttered in the wind.