My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 857 - 292. Cape Holiday - When Your Fiancée Becomes Your Good Brothers...

Chapter 857: 292. Cape Holiday - When Your Fiancée Becomes Your Good Brothers...

In the city of Nantes within the Anjou Region of the Golden Flower Kingdom, Colonel Fraser Skandar III of the Cape Family had just finished a sumptuous breakfast and was stretching his body on the balcony.

He was not wearing military uniform but rather a fitting and proper hunting outfit, prepared for the short journey that was to begin today.

Just moments ago, the Colonel had received a transfer order from the Exploration Corps.

The order, bearing the double seals of Marshal Loren and General Soros, explicitly assigned him the role of "Head of the Golden Flower Kingdom’s Military Observation Delegation in the Governor’s District of Transia."

It also included a list of officers who would accompany him to Transylvania.

All of them were young commanders carefully selected from within the Exploration Corps, the sort of promising and excellent soldiers with bright futures, and his chosen adjutant was Reed Onika Soros, the youngest son of Marshal Loren’s adjutant, General Soros.

This arrangement made everything seem like a "golden opportunity," but Colonel Fraser, well-acquainted with the situation in Transylvania, knew this was not something that could be finished by simply making rounds.

Marshal Loren had given him a highly dangerous mission!

Given the current situation in Transylvania, once the Black Disaster erupted and war began, he would have to endure the trials of fate just like everyone else on that land.

If fate did not favor him, this "lucky one" born of nobility might well find his final resting place in that land far from his homeland.

"Oh my, my delightful holiday has to end prematurely. I just knew that Marshal Loren wouldn’t let me have an easy time that’s suited to the youth."

"What a strict superior."

Yet, there was no sign of resistance or discontent on the Colonel’s face.

On the contrary, he was filled with an odd eagerness, almost impatient to get going. On the one hand, a decade of waging war made it difficult for him to revert to the pace of life of an ordinary person; compared to idly traveling around, perhaps returning to the barracks sooner would bring peace to his soul.

On the other hand...

"Fraser! Are you awake yet? The Sun’s shining on your backside, you layabout. No more sleeping in!"

A vibrant woman’s voice rang out from behind him in the room, completely unpretentious, unadorned, and brimming with a spirited and dashing vigor.

As the Colonel turned his head in resignation, the balcony door was abruptly pushed open, and a long-legged girl in hunting attire, brandishing a riding crop, strode towards him with an imposing air.

This girl was a pure-blooded Xilan, something evident from her lofty nose bridge.

However, she did not seem to possess the dignified grace and charm so prized by Xilan women. That’s not to say the girl was ugly. No, quite the contrary!

The lady before him was one of the most beautiful human girls Colonel Fraser had encountered in his thirty years of life.

She had a pleasing melon seed-shaped face, delicate features, and beautiful blue eyes, as well as a proud figure and a pair of shockingly curved legs. She also had a fondness for wearing hunting boots or riding boots, which made her already remarkable height even more striking, and her upright posture was like that of a lioness patrolling her territory.

She disliked skirts, which were impractical for riding.

She shunned jewelry, as anything flamboyant on her made her feel uncomfortable.

She loved beautiful yet practical armor and enjoyed collecting weapons of various types. On the first night of her date with Colonel Fraser, she had proudly shown him her astonishingly extensive personal armory inherited from her grandfather.

The quality of some of the classic swords stored there had even astonished Fraser, who hailed from the Capet Family. Indeed, the saber now hanging by his side was a gift from his "fiancée."

Setting aside the quality of the blade, its former owner alone was enough to resonate like a thunderclap among the local youth.

This was the saber of Lord Kudel, the former "Nantes Ranger," and the Miss Biqi standing before him was Lord Kudel’s direct granddaughter and one of the heirs to the Shivel Family.

All this meant that Miss Biqi before him was far from the image of a fragile lady that Colonel Fraser had in mind. Theoretically, she was indeed very suitable as the Colonel’s wife, and her company never allowed for a dull moment.

But the real issue was that everything has a limit.

Even the most wonderful things can become strange once they exceed a certain threshold. Case in point, the heiress of the Shivel Family seemed to have overly tapped into the "knight" part of her family lineage.

Especially since she became more familiar with Fraser, she stopped concealing her heart’s burgeoning "knightly spirit."

This forced Colonel Fraser to denounce in his mind.

His father had possibly misjudged this time; what he’d found for his son was not a lion, but a glacier dog that could never settle down.

Northerners liked that breed for its loyalty and abundant vigor, but the problem was that glacier dogs from the frigid climes, once in the milder climate of the inland, became very agitated and neurotic due to "overheating" and lack of ways to expend their energy.

Er, the continent’s glacier dogs were essentially the equivalent of another world’s "Huskies," and this analogy revealed just how much Colonel Fraser "disdained" his own fiancée – or, to be precise, was in a quandary over her.