Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 26 Naughty and Evil
"Ouni..." Harold's eyes were dazed and he stared at Ouni blankly, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. He seemed to want to explain something, but his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it.

His face was pale and his eyes were filled with panic and confusion.

"Trol! (Describes various naughty and evil supernatural creatures)" Ou Ni suddenly shouted, with a hint of surprise and confusion in her voice.

She didn't seem to recognize Harold, perhaps because he was wearing a bear-head cape and had a full beard on his face.

"Kachakacha..." Harold was heartbroken after receiving the evaluation.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

"Oh my god, vomit bag, ugh~" Ou Ni suddenly pulled open Harold's collar like a cat that smelled durian, stuck out her tongue and vomited.

Harold was stunned. He looked at O'Neal with shock and disbelief in his eyes.

He felt a warmth on his arms and chest; it was Eunice's vomit.

The lower eyelid of his left eye turned black and the corner of his mouth twitched a few times, but he didn't say anything. He just endured it silently and reached out to pat her on the back.

After Ounnie vomited, she looked like a dead person, with her head tilted back and her head tilted due to the inertia of the draft horse turning in the direction she was riding.

Harold stretched out his palm and gently scraped the vomit off his clothes, then shook his hand out of the car and breathed a sigh of relief.

……

Ouni slowly woke up in the morning light, her sleep from the night becoming heavy due to her hangover. Her throat was as dry as the desert, and the thirst was so strong that it woke her up directly from her sleep.

"Water..." She sat up, her bladder was full, she was thirsty and anxious, and her head hurt as if she had been hit by a club. She stroked her forehead, trying to dispel the headache caused by alcohol.

Looking around, she found that she was back in the familiar room and her clothes had been changed.

She tried hard to trace back the fragments of last night, but her memories were like pearls on a broken string, difficult to complete.

She vaguely remembered that after the victory at Sloms Falls the night before, she had been in a good mood and had asked the baggage train for a glass of ale in celebration.

But after that... my memory was blank.

Ou Ni couldn't help but wonder about her drinking tolerance. When did she become so intolerant to alcohol?
She could only blame it all on the jolting of the baggage train, which had inadvertently robbed her of her consciousness.

Suddenly, she remembered her responsibilities and was shocked: "I've delayed my work!"

Ouni tapped her forehead, her thoughts gradually becoming clearer. She thought of the captured soldiers, and suddenly realized that her hand was being held tightly by another hand.

She turned her head and saw Harold sleeping, his hand tightly clasped in hers.

She tried to jerk Harold's hand away, but found his grip too strong to break free.

"Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty! Let go, urgent, urgent!!" Ou Ni was so angry that she wanted to curse.

Accompanied by Harold's dull snoring, she carefully climbed out of bed, pried open his calloused fingers one by one, and finally regained her freedom.

Ou Ni's steps were unsteady, as if affected by the rotation of the earth, and her steps involuntarily tilted to the right.

The hangover made her world blurry, and the pain from banging her shoulder against the wall made her more awake.

She covered her shoulders, which drooped, and endured the pain from the impact, trying hard to maintain her balance.

"Madam, are you okay?" The maid came over to help her. Ouni waved her hand and said firmly, "No, I can walk by myself!"

She covered her shoulder and walked out the door with difficulty. Hey, what was she trying to do just now?

It seems like I forgot something very important. What is it?

Forget it, it’s not important!

Under the eaves, there were many captives brought back last night, their eyes full of confusion and anxiety, waiting for an unknown fate.

Ounnie came over, squatted on the ground, supported her face with her hands, a silly smile on her lips, and looked at the group of prisoners with a dull look.

These are the population!

The effect of alcohol made her feel inexplicably happy, as if all her troubles were temporarily away from her. The Viking warriors noticed her arrival and immediately saluted her: "Madam, good day!"

Ouni waved her hand casually, not looking at them, and asked, "Did you guys not sleep all night?"

"Yes, without your order, we don't know what to do with these prisoners. We are worried that they will disrupt order, so we have been guarding them until now." The soldiers replied.

Ouni nodded, expressing her satisfaction: "Well done, I will remember your contribution, and when I distribute the spoils, I will personally give you an extra share!"

"Thank you for your reward!" The warriors were overjoyed and responded gratefully.

Ouni began to assign tasks: "Take your men to knock on doors, and divide them into groups according to families. Each family must accommodate a captive!"

She plans to temporarily place these new residents in residents' homes on a family basis.

She pointed to a man squatting under the eaves and added, "Except for the men, I have other plans for them!"

These men could cause trouble for the families who took them in, and their fighting ability and potential for troublemaking forced her to keep them in centralized custody.

She was worried that if some conflict occurred, such as an incident involving human life, the selfish instincts of the people in the territory would cause them to strongly oppose this temporary shelter policy.

She needs to handle these potential risks carefully to ensure that her territory can smoothly accommodate these new residents.

"Okay, ma'am!" The warriors who were promised the reward immediately took action. They woke up a woman and her child.

Since the children are bundled by family, they are close to their mothers, so it is convenient to distribute them.

The warrior led them to the nearest house and knocked on the door: "Madame Yar has ordered that some women and children be placed in your house!"

"Madame Yar's order?" The resident was stunned for a moment, then looked at Eunice who was standing not far away and looking over here, "Okay!"

As the doors of one house after another were knocked on and the warriors negotiated from house to house, the number of people living under the eaves decreased.

There were also some who unexpectedly opposed the resettlement, but after the warriors moved out of Ouni, they basically kept silent. Ouni led the territory through the cold winter and won the first major victory, which initially showed Ouni's prestige.

Her legs felt a little numb, so Ou Ni stood up and counted the heads with her fingers. There were only about forty men left.

It seems that the number of Vikings led by Jarl of Slomsfalls is a bit too large. If they engage in a fair battle in the future, they may be defeated.

This speculation strengthened Ouni's idea of fighting an asymmetric battle. She not only wanted to fight, but also wanted to win beautifully.

"Follow me!" She led the Viking warriors and the dejected male captives to the wooden house where she used to live, which is now a blacksmith shop.

She settled the more than forty people on the large bunk bed and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the strange yet familiar environment of the house, how long has it been since she came back to live here? About half a year? Every bit of memories with her father Feld came to her mind, and she felt as if she had been in another world. She was no longer the peasant girl, but the acting lord.

As she walked back, she said to the Viking warriors following her: "It's all right here. After you have breakfast, go back to sleep!"

"As you command, ma'am!"

With the warriors watching, Eunice disappeared from their sight. She returned to the hall, sat on the throne of Yar, leaned her body, and rested her chin on the back of her right hand in deep thought.

The maid brought a glass of honey water: "Madam, would you like to drink some?"

"Thank you!" Ouni nodded, took the cup and took a sip. Her face suddenly changed.

It would have been better if I hadn't drunk it. I had completely forgotten about it.

"???" The maid looked at Eunnie in confusion as she was holding up the hem of her skirt indecently with both hands for fear of stepping on it, and trotted towards the toilet.

"Madam? Madam?"

Thinking of the conversation last night, she ran to the bathroom door and asked the maid, "By the way, that person... Anna, Marin, where are they being held?"

The maid looked confused, as if she didn't quite understand what Eunice was asking.

(End of this chapter)