Forced Marriage: Thirteenth Wife
Sanya's Madness

As soon as Sanya came to attack him, Arkas was frozen by the power of his swing. That doesn't make any sense. That small arm, how could it be this strong?

The sound of swords prying each other instantly sounded. Arkas was neither defeated nor weak, but the man was made to repeatedly distrust Sanya's movements.

Speed, strength, attack patterns, everything is wild. It is not just an attack that is done out of emotion or without consideration.

Arkas' body was thrown by Sanya's very petite kick. But Arkas didn't even have time to grimace, jumping straight away avoiding Sanya's slash.

"If you keep playing around," Sanya turned around, kicking Arkas' face strongly, "you can die unknowingly."

Fresh blood came out of Arkas' mouth. It was true that he was not yet completely serious, but how could Sanya injure him like this?

"Do it more seriously, Arkas." He threw a small knife.

Arkas immediately rolled away avoiding him.

"Hmmm, so." Sanya tilted her face. "You want to catch me alive?"

After he exposes all this, he thinks Arkas will bury his secret? Clearly he had to know where this terrifying girl came from.

"It's free." Sanya ran back. "I've killed everyone."

Arkas smiled at the sword of Sanya. "Little girl, do you think I believe?"

"Then before you die let me tell you." Sanya jumped dodging Arkas' sword. "My name is Sanya Abkariza."

Abcariza? But that's a name ....

"really. The inherited name of the Narendra Leader, Trika Narendra, whose real name is Star Abkariza."

Arkas. If he's really Trika's descendant then he should be Narendra!

The handle of Arkas on his sword instantly loosened. But it was only a moment before he re-held firmly, resisting Sanya's sudden attack.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not a descendant of Narendra."

Arkas bit his tongue.

Don't tell me Eris knows this? Don't tell me because he knew Sanya was a descendant of Narendra's Founding Mother, he wanted Arkas to capture her alive?

He always gave me excruciating tasks, Arkas thought annoyed.

"Stop." Arkas looked at Sanya firmly. "I don't raise a sword at people who share blood with me."

"I raised a sword at someone like you," Sanya replied unconcernedly.

Arkas threw out his own sword. As Sanya kept swinging the sword, ready to slash it, Arkas caught the girl's wrist, turning it to the floor.

Arkas stopped moving. But he still wore Sanya with his knee.

"Your choice is to kill me or I kill myself" the girl threatened. "Of course, my goal is to kill you."

Arkas. "Why are there descendants of the Founding Mother outside Narendra? Should have been Trika Narendra's illegitimate son just Iaros."

"Because my nasab is from Iaros."

Looks like this kid can always surprise Arkas. He's Iaros' bastard son? But it shouldn't be possible. Iaros never used the name Abkariza and he spent his life serving Lissa Narendra.

"Take it off or I swallow it."

Arkas releases her even though he suspects Sanya is lying. If she is of Trika descent, even if she is not named Narendra, Sanya is a descendant of the honorable woman in Narendra.

Arkas could not hurt him at all.

"As expected of Narendra's successor." Sanya smile. "Wise and very kind."

Arkas frowned. "Where is your family? Why did you infiltrate Elios Castle when you were able to confess directly to us?"

If he confesses and is proven right, the Leader will immediately announce that Sanya is his son.

"Arc." Sanya spat out something into her hand, revealing the poison pill she had just said. "I was tortured because of you."

Whahuh?

"Since birth, my ears have only heard of you. I'm a relative of Narendra. I am the descendant of the greatest master. Just as Trika tamed Narendra two hundred years ago, I can do it too."

Arkas was wide-eyed not only because of the story but an expression of unstoppable hatred in Sanya's eyes.

"Narendra, Narendra, Narendra. I hear your names until I throw up every day because I'm sick of it" said the girl hatefully. "Well, Arkas, you obviously know how your wives train, right? How they were chosen to be your wives of all the women on the farm."

Arkas blushes pale.

"They were all tortured. Being asked to practice morning to evening, perfect in every way, doesn't say much when the bones are broken, so that they can be chosen as slaves to the title of your wife, Narendra."

Sanya's eyes sparkled madly.

"I was tortured even harder, because I'm a descendant of Trika. I kept being tortured during the night, being asked to remember Trika every second, until I broke through the limit of madness. Just because of a woman I didn't even know two hundred years ago! Just because of that!"

"And one day I suddenly thought!" Sanya raised her sword again.

"You Narendra and Abkariza why not just die? To me, you guys are so annoying that you just go and build a kingdom in hell."

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