The Vastness of Magical Destiny

The small-scale recruitment drive had in fact started after the battle at Busen Plain. Although the Homer Army was thoroughly defeated, it was undeniable that the Caucasus Army had still suffered considerable losses under the attacks of the Homer Army, both Barbarians and Half-beast Men alike. For the Barbarian Warriors of the Sanjia Tribe, the replenishment issue was not yet a concern for Komer, but the losses of the Half-beast Men needed to be quickly addressed. However, both Komer and Fran believed the battle had been quite worthwhile, solely from the perspective of training the army, as this battle alone had allowed many outstanding Half-beast officers to emerge, and a large number of Half-beast soldiers had matured significantly after being baptized by blood and fire. Especially after facing the dual trials of enemy magic and martial power, this experience was even more precious.

In front of the recruitment stations in Izmir, Mandu, Banassia, Murray, and Muscat, long lines had formed. Among the choices of miner and soldier, the Half-beast Men clearly preferred the latter profession. As long as they met the criteria, they were more willing to become a member of the illustrious Caucasus Army, with Baoling once again taking up the heavy responsibility of selection and initial training, which made him sigh at the unfairness of fate.

Time and again, such burdensome and mundane tasks fell upon him, but seeing those eyes filled with desire and aspiration, and thinking about how these clumsy fellows would gradually mature under his guidance into barely qualified soldiers, Baoling felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Tormenting these energetically restless Half-beasts with devilish training had always been Baoling’s favorite task, and now Miss Shatima had arrived, seemingly even more perverse than himself, which made Baoling sorrowful for these Half-beast Men filled with dreams and illusions, for they would soon experience the devilish torment they thought came with their seemingly generous compensation as soldiers of the Caucasus.

Miss Shatima paced back and forth on the drill field with her hands behind her back, a reward given by Komer. The successful allegiance of Lecler was her accomplishment, something even Komer seemed to acknowledge. Therefore, she was granted the reward of helping Baoling train the new Half-beast recruits at Murray. Her main duty was to help these Half-beasts transform their monstrous stamina into genuine physical fitness.

Baoling was only too happy to delegate this arduous task to this voluptuous and perverse woman. Now, even the idlers drinking in the taverns seemed to believe that their lord had developed a peculiar taste in women, otherwise a woman like Miss Shatima, with an enticing physique but bizarre manners, would not have become the lord’s mistress. They unanimously believed that Miss Shatima must be a product of Lord Komer’s special taste, and this was no exception even for military and governmental officials like Baoling and Neptune.

Miss Shatima looked down proudly at the group of clueless Half-beast soldiers in front of her, feeling very comfortable under their reverential gazes, a pleasure she had never experienced before, in any time or situation. In the past, the way people looked at her, apart from some lustful glimpses, carried a certain peculiarity, a feeling of being regarded as an anomaly. Yet, she had finally proven that she was not an anomaly; she could complete the same tasks they did, even those they couldn’t. Everything before her was a reward and trust from Komer for completing her tasks, a trust that was especially precious and that Shatima had no intention of betraying or wasting.

"Soldiers, start running! Circle the field thirty times!"

"Soldiers, get moving, raise your weapons, maintain a steady pace!"

"Face forward, advance steadily, shield bearers, raise your shields, advance, advance! Spear bearers, thrust, thrust, keep repeating!"

The leather whip twisted contently in her hand, Miss Shatima, with her face held high and legs somewhat inelegantly spread apart in high boots, stood on the dirt embankment. The trousers clinging to her body not only accentuated her round and enticing buttocks but even revealed the delicate shape of her privates, an especially glaring display.

Miss Shatima, with her throat open, intermittently scolded the group of Half-beasts baring their upper bodies, whose oily, glistening spines looked especially robust under the sunshine. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as the soldiers holding shields and great axes aligned into neat rows as per the veterans’ demands and ran past her. The well-maintained drill field was shrouded in yellow dust, every group of soldiers brimming with high morale. With such a beautiful instructor standing in front of them, although her un-ladylike posture was shocking, it aligned better with the aesthetic views of the Half-beasts: armored breastplates that could not hide prominent bosoms, wide faces, and full, scarlet lips – that’s what a real woman looked like!