Honorable Knight: Life after Death

Live as Alexander

Behind the yard, you can see a puff of smoke. There, a young man is grilling seasoned meat. He seems to be enjoying his activities without noticing that there are beads of sweat on his temples from the wildly smoldering fireplace.

Observing the roasted meat for a moment, he immediately put the meat back on the fire. Apparently, the meat is still not cooked. The scent smelled so good that it has time to deceive him.

A few days pass, and he lives as Alexander. It is really difficult to be in a different body, especially the since current body is too weak to control.

Just only eating it should really be considered.

Alexander is one of the descendants of the exiled Baron Leville. Even so, in fact, he is still cared for. Once a week, the waiter will come to bring ingredients to use for the next week.

His residence is in the countryside which is still in Baron Leville's territory. It may seem alienated from other people's eyes, but this Alexader with a different soul knows one thing after adapting for the past few days. His father, Baron Leville actually still loves Alexander. The reason he’s exiled is that Leville would not feel hurt when he sees this one child being treated badly by other people, his own brother, or even the servants.

In the end, the real Alexander thought everything was the same.

“Here, I will be able to practice freely. Just wait for five-… no, in two years I will make this body many times stronger than it is now!” says Alexander firmly after he finished eating his grilled meat.

The sun has just risen, but Alexander had been sweating profusely.

A weak body is still weak, no matter how strong the soul of a noble knight who is now one with him, still he can't train too hard physically. It's too dangerous to force it. The fatigue felt completely different, feels so overwhelming that it even makes Alexander feels like he has fought hundreds of people at once.

No matter how mentally trained he is, feeling intense exhaustion is enough to make him feel dizzy that he wants to sleep right then and there.

With a body full of sweat and breath that feels very heavy, Alexander lays his back on the grass in his yard. The clear sky is indeed an effective medicine to reduce fatigue.

Just recovering a little stamina and resting for a while, Alexander gets up again. This time it is not for physical training, but for practicing his sword techniques. It is really strange, in this residence he found a real sword.

In his previous life, it was very difficult to get a sword that was no exception even for baron-level nobles. However, here it seems different. It was obvious, that the sword that was stored here would only be for display. If real swords are hard to come by, isn't it impossible for Baron Leville to let that precious sword go to waste here?

Staring at the sword still in its scabbard for a moment, Alexander doesn't take it. He chooses a wooden sword in addition to the real one to use in his sword practice. He has tried, his body is too tough just to lift a sword.

"Still so stiff..." Alexander complains.

Indeed he was very good at using the sword, but that was then. In his current body that lacks experience in his sword technique moves, of course it would still take practice to get used to it. In addition, the muscles are still too fragile to bear heavy loads.

After only a few dozen swings using a wooden sword, his arms can no longer be moved. His body reaches its limit again to continue practicing.

The swordsman does not only rely on his sword swing, but also on agile body movements. For that, Alexander is now changing his training by doing strange leg movements. A move that looked similar to when he fought many troops before finally dying, that was the move that became the foundation for him as a knight capable of overthrowing many opponents.

His mainstay footwork is very tiring, Alexander is not even able to complete half of all his flagship movements.

Then, he also lays back down on the grass to look up at the thin cloudy sky. à Done this!

Many days, there is no time to relax other than to rest the body, eat lots of nutrients, and clean up. Alexander didn't even have time to clean the house or tidy it up. He was too focused on oquickly making his body back to his old body, although later with a different facial shape.The servants who regularly came to deliver groceries were surprised, because this was the first time they had found Alexander's residence so unkempt. Isn't it just cleaning up the residence that is Alexander's daily activity? Thought the waiter who came to bring food supplies.

Afternoon with scorching sun is the right time to run up the hill. During this half year, he had only a month ago been able to run without resting halfway to get to his peak. The stamina that had been built up was far better than the initial body condition, or even beyond compare.

Thanks to all that self-training, Alexander now has the appearance worthy of being called a man. Only the villagers noticed the change in Alexander's appearance. The servants who delivered the food did not pay much attention to it, because they were only carrying out their duties of bringing food and arranging it in the warehouse of the Alexander Residence.

Just finished cleaning up after running down the hill, a loud voice came from the door of the house. Alexander frowned as a memory appeared, the memory of someone who always came to make noise and cause trouble.

"Wow-wow... What's the matter, Sis George coming here?" said Alexander who saw a man looking around as if he was looking for something while frowning. Then, the man, George immediately glared at the direction where Alexander came.

"It seems your dashing Brother saw something different from my Loser Brother..." George smiled sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.

“I take that as a compliment…” Alexander touched his chest as he said so.

George looked like he wasn't a descendant of royalty, looked uneducated, he spat in a house that clearly wasn't his place. "You're looking more and more annoying, Loser-..." he stopped, because Alexander cut him off.

“I have a name and I am your sister. Can Sis George act like a big brother?”

George was stunned by Alexander's different attitude. He looks braver like he's not alone, he thought. Let's see how much courage he has gathered...

Walking over to Alexander with footsteps that were deliberately heavy to the point of shaking the floor of the room, George glared at him after the distance from face to face was close enough.

“Starting to dare to say that to your dashing Big Brother, HEH!?” asked George in a deliberately heavy tone of voice.

Alexander without feeling pressured by George's treatment questioned him back while still being casual and looking innocent. "What are you afraid of? Do you think that Sis George himself is very scary because of the valor that Sis George has?” he asked.

George almost choked on his own spit which of course would make him feel embarrassed, he immediately covered it by pulling the collar of Alexander's shirt roughly. Then, he began to lift it high to suppress and shake Alexander's courage.

"I think your Big Brother should punish you before I finish my business here..." said George in a half whisper.

Alexander did not feel disturbed that he was treated like that. He himself knew what was going to happen next when he saw George's fist ready to be launched at him which he didn't know which part of the body to hit.

“You look more and more worthy to feel my fist…”

George, who still didn't recognize Alexander's changes, including the changes in his physical body that he had also noticed, just hit Alexander's stomach on the solar plexus not too hard. He himself immediately released his grip on Alexnder's collar.

Acting as if he felt sick from being hit by that blow, Alexander slightly bent down while holding his heart in one hand. He wasn't very good at acting, so that was all he could do. Of course, he who didn't know what expression to put on also lowered his head so that his face wouldn't be seen so clearly.

Apart from that Alexander wanted to honor George as his older brother from this body by pretending to feel pain at having himself hit, he also wanted to hide his true abilities to show later and surprise everyone.

“Hmph! Don't think, just having courage will make your life better. Take care of your attitude when you come face to face with this Big Brother of yours!”

Finished with his words, George tossed an envelope with the stamp of Baron Leville on the right corner of the body of the envelope. Then, the envelope landed gently on the floor coincident with the floor where Alexander was looking straight down.

George left without saying goodbye like how he came.