'This war seems to be a real problem for this kingdom.' Edvard thought, shocked that such a key part of the kingdom could be in such disarray. The monster hunter association was the only way outside of nobles fielding their own army to combat the influx of monsters.
This, along with the condition of the roads and what the guard had shared, Edvard realized that the kingdom must be close to collapse. Making him worry for the others, the collapse of a nation most certainly will lead to harder times for all.
However, it would also make a unique situation where he might be able to grasp some important role that could lead to him finding the others. First, he needed to secure his own life through confirming the coming dangers and opportunities.
Edvard sighed as he turned to the young lady. "Alright then, I would like to sign up."
"I'm sorry, but... You're not a knight, are you?"
"I'm not, but I am confident in my skills."
"Be that as it may,
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The guards were slightly surprised to see him so soon again, especially with his backpack so full. Many leaves, roots, and stems were even sticking out from the top which was a struggle to stay closed. Edvard directly headed to the monster hunter’s association. The building wasn't impressive, in dire need of repairs. With several of the wooden logs beginning to splinter. Yet, strangely, Edvard found it more pleasing to the eye this time around. Hearing the swivel doors opening, Irena looked up in surprise. Shocked when she saw Edvard coming in. "You're-you're back!" She shouted while rushing out from the counter. Left speechless when Edvard took off his backpack and placed it onto one of the tables. "I brought a bit more than was requested. Hope I can get a fair deal, if not please tell me who might be interested." Irena nodded absentmindedly as she watched Edvard taking out the plants and starting to sort them. His haul was certainly impressi
"Quite a number of things, but the most pressing is..." Edvard explained his encounter with the dark-green beast, leaving the girl shocked speechless. "Are you sure?" She asked and Edvard nodded, asking why she seemed so shocked. "It is just, how did you survive?" "What do you mean, it was just hungry." "You don't understand..." She stopped and decided to drop it, she only knew rumors in any case. Normally, no one lived to share their encounter with this beast. The rumors around it were similar to those surrounding dragons, but even more mysterious. "I'm Abigail." "Nice to meet you, I'm Edvard" Edvard smiled, realizing that she wanted to change the topic, so he asked his next question. "Right, my next question would be why you are not wearing any armor and why you have a staff. It isn't a good weapon for fighting beasts." "I am wearing armor; this isn't just a frail piece of clothing." She said, showing Edvard how thick it was
"As for seeing if you can manipulate the Ether, that is far harder. While Erendale has over 200 knights... Before the conscription..." She added this with a hint of sadness, quickly throwing it off as she continued, "The total amount of apprentice mages was only 20, 8 of whom were conscripted..." 'So, being a mage is about ten times as rare as being a knight. Then... Is it possible to be both?' Edvard wondered and asked. "It is, but I have never met someone so talented. The two paths of using magic aren't exclusive from one another. But it isn't easy to accomplish, normally the one would lag behind the other so much that it becomes useless in combat." "Of course, you only have so much time to spend training." Edvard nodded, wondering and asking if being a cleric was exclusive. "It is. Due to them gaining their power from their god. Training in another path is considered blasphemy and would lead to them not just losing their blessings but receiving a c
"Of course. That is why I have this!" Edvard said, flaunting his bow that could be called bad at best. "They can't hurt me if they don't even realize they died," He said with absolute confidence, causing Irena to pray that the worn string wouldn’t snap at the wrong time. After boasting, Edvard fastened it to his back again through a simple hook mechanism he had made. Storing it took a few seconds of fiddling, but when needed he could pull it without any fuss. Irena smiled as Edvard's confidence boosted her own, after wishing him the best she couldn't help but blush. His confidence was just too infectious and calming. Ignorant that another girl had started to think strange things of him, Edvard headed out and stopped by his camp first thing. 'No animals disturbed it,' He thought, having left a few things here and in particular the curing hide of the fox. 'I am going to need to get a place inside the walls if I want to cure their pelts... I wond
Vedran laughed hearing Edvard's reply, "Indeed, attempting such when you have not even awakened your blessing would be foolish." "Is that a yes then?" Edvard asked. "No, I need to run my inn!" "Really?" Edvard questioned while looking at the shabbily kept tables and chairs, and especially at the fact that there was no one else here. "What are you running? There's no one besides me." "Gah! That doesn't matter, I can't slack off just because of the lack of clientele." "Really?" Edvard questioned again, looking at the condition of the walls and floor before staring at Vedran. "Wouldn't it be better if you at least did some repairs, especially when there is no one else here?" "Repairs? Maybe, but that would hide the true quality of my inn; Ignisious! That name wouldn't mean anything if the inn didn't show that it has been through hell and back!" Edvard simply nodded, not wishing to move deeper into this track of the conversation, "
“You might not quite understand, thanks to the war most of the knights and mages serving in the army are on the other side of the kingdom. While we would have enough people if everyone who has become a knight steps forward, many aren’t willing.” Teo sighed. This was the true problem, everyone who was willing to put their life on the line for their kingdom was already gone. Those left behind where those who simply wanted to use their abilities for themselves. Edvard naturally did not agree with the sigh and the meaning behind it, but he understood that in this situation it was warranted. If people were still going to stand by even if they could help save their fellow countrymen… Sadly, Edvard could understand why they might. Besides the lack of respect from above, anyone who had managed to become a knight was certainly relatively high in the hierarchy compared to before. They would not willingly risk themselves for serfs and peasants as they had fought hard to
“That is actually why we have come here.” Teo quickly explained that they had thought it best to showcase Edvard’s abilities before the interim lord of the city while verifying his abilities. “Hey now, you are making it sound far more complicated than it needs to be.” Edvard interrupted when it became clear they wanted to even make a spectacle of it. Sure, it might increase morale. But it could just as easily backfire. If a non-awakened was able to fight against someone who seemed to be as highly regarded as Vedran. It could dash everyone’s will to fight and train. “Right, that brings me to another point. How strong are you Vedran?” Teo and Martin laughed hearing the question, Edvard being ballsy enough to agree to a sparring match when not even understanding Vedran’s strength was amazing. “I’m a six-star knight.” Vedran said quite plainly. “You can’t lump yourself with us normal six-stars. You’ve nearly mastered the usage of skills.”
The attack arrived in the blink of the eye; Edvard just barely managed to move his head out of the way. The wooden sword sliced through his lagging air, cutting it as if it was a razor. Bringing up his blades in haste, Edvard just barely managed to intercept the following attack. The power behind it was not something he could manipulate; he was sent flying into the crowd. Knocking the soldiers down as just a few among them managed to react in time. “That’s enough.” Teo said, stepping forward and placing his hand on Vedran’s still sword. “I know.” Vedran nodded, “His instincts are that of a veteran.” “Was that what you wanted to test?” Teo asked. “Yes, I wanted to see if he would be able to react when completely overwhelmed. With this, I am certain that we can give him command.” “Command?” Teo frowned, that had never been the plan. At most he would have been a guide and strategist. “Trust me, Teo. If we give him volunteer
It was like this energy was a part of him, yet it was clearly a foreign substance. Apparently, the first step to learning how to become a knight was channeling it into a blade. Most swords made for knights were made of special magical metals and enchanted. The glow that Edvard had seen so often was the process of the metal being filled with ether. Activating its magical properties, and naturally, the effects of the enchantments. Edvard’s blade was apparently different from the norm. It did not glow when he pushed the strange energy into it. Though, Edvard suspected that was because the amount he could gather and focus was too little to affect the magnificent blade. While Edvard still had a thing or two to nit-pick about regarding the Vespes prince, he had to accept that he was only alive thanks to the prince’s ‘gifts’. While hell, the illusion had truly prepared him for the harshness that this world was filled with. “Can you teach me how you form spells?” Edvard asked. “I can’t be
Edvard stirred, his entire body afire. Grimacing, the previous events slowly came back to him. ‘So, I survived…’“Careful now.” Abigail instructed, bringing a cup to his mouth and having him take a few small sips.The herbal tea helped soothe the blazing fire in his throat, sadly it did little for the rest of the flames. Trying to force out any words caused his chest to explode in pain, so he remained quiet. Taking sips as Abigail offered them.“I can’t believe how reckless you were.” Abigail said, Edvard noticing that they were in the shade of some tree. The gentle sound of a stream was barely audible. “I really thought you were going to die on me when you didn’t stir for two days.”Unable to form any words, Edvard simply held his peace. Listening as Abigail detailed what had happened after he had lost consciousness. Atop the horse, she had rushed with him along the main road, heading deeper into the kingdom. Stopping long after night had arrived.That night, she had cleaned most of
“He made it…” Edvard forced out these words as he continued to shoot arrow after arrow. No longer was it possible to keep the rooftop clear of orcs. The best he could do was kill them as they gathered their footing.The continuous pulling of his bow was showing its strain on his untrained body. His shoulder acts, his fingers burned, and his arm trembled. Yet, he pushed on. He had to. He couldn’t die here.He still needed to find Yawen. He still needed to find a way home.The screams from below had long since died. The knights had fought valiantly. But valiance was not enough to turn the tide of a battle.“Are we going to die like this?” Abigail asked, forcing herself to stay calm and take deep, steady breaths. Collecting her focus and doing her best to gather the ether in the surrounding. Thanks to overusing magic and a lack of sleep, her mind was already foggy. Yet, she pushed on.“That… isn’t… part… of… the plan.” Edvard replied between the twang of his bow. Luckily, he had more tha
Edvard took a deep breath and calmed his heart. Abigail was next to him, responsible for blasting any orcs who made it to the roof, back to the ground. She was still tired. Unlike Edvard, she had no sudden recovery thanks to a strange magical sword.Yet, she was determined. She took deep, steady breaths, focusing on the surrounding and doing her best to remain calm. The destruction of her hometown had certainly sent her heart into shock. She was ready to accept that none of her family had made it out.Even so, she had many friends in the town. She hoped and prayed that some of them might still be alive.“You ready?” Edvard asked, his targets in his sights.“Yes, let’s do this!” Abigail replied, determined to fight to the last. Even if their mission ended up unsuccessful, she wanted to kill as many of these damned orcs as possible before her dying breath.“Right.” Taking another deep breath, Edvard could feel a strange energy filling his lungs. Distributing itself to the rose patterns
The roses imprinting themselves into Edvard caused him to glow. Abigail gasped in awe at the sight, his entire body lighting up like he was some sort of angel. Until it all vanished, leaving only faint outlines of the roses. Like fading tattoos.“A-are you alright?” Abigail asked.“I feel great!” Edvard replied with a warm smile. Filled to the brim with energy and more confident than ever. “Let’s go see if the town is still holding out.”Edvard took the lead. The two followed the path created by the orcs when they had chased Edvard, having cut down all plants in their way, allowed the two to move swiftly and in an almost straight line. Their return taking them no time at all.Smoke was the first thing they noticed upon exiting the forest.“Ahhh—” Edvard moved quickly, stopping Abigail from making any further sounds.“Look carefully, the smoke isn’t acting normal. I think someone is controlling it to give cover to survivors.” Once he was sure she wasn’t about to shout in concern, Eldri
Edvard slowly stirred, fighting the sleepiness that filled his entire body. He fought to simply stay conscious. Sleep was a tempting mistress, but his years in the illusion taught him never to let sleep dull his sense. He needed to confirm the situation. The last thing he recalled was seeing Abigail among the carnage.Abigail was sitting near a fire, her clothes a mess of blood and tears, having used her clothes as bandages for Edvard's wounds. Forcing himself upright, Edvard smiled. She was a beautiful girl, far too young for him, but he could at least enjoy the sight as the fire illuminated her hair. Her hair was no longer a shiny bright green but rather a deep dark green. Yet it was still enchanting as a shine would come through as the flames of the fire played in the wind. Edvard was lying atop some large leaves, close enough for the fire’s heat to reach him. His own clothes were tattered, his toning muscles reflecting the light of the fire. A few more months, and he would be at
As the despair grew and the atmosphere became heavier, it was all too clear that no one thought victory was possible. They had sacrificed so much just to stall the orcs on the walls yet here they were. Some had been optimistic, believing they could stop the orcs in their tracks. Sadly, even the wilds gate where the orcs had attacked in rage had managed little against the far lesser number of orcs. The other gates had lost far more and killed far less, this fact added to the heavy air of despair that filled the air. None were still optimistic. Everyone understood just how terrifying their enemy was. In their retreat they had not given up. A number had taken shelter in the abandoned homes. While some of those were praying not to be found like cowards, most were waiting. Waiting for the movement to strike. When they could make the largest difference while sacrificing themselves. For if they were to die, they would have it be in an effort to save their families. Sadly, even this was
The rivers going through Erendale had done nothing to slow the orcs. They had not even needed to deviate to the bridges to cross them. The rivers were after all not that deep nor that strong.As a result, all three gates had been assaulted with little difference in timing. Locking everyone inside the town with no way to escape. The orcs ramming the gates protected underneath their shield of fireproof logs.Jaune looked at the charging orcs with a slight smile, they had been truly bothered by the orcs’ patience thus far. The gates would not last long, they needed to thin the orcs on the walls before falling back to the keep. Sadly, the keep could not hold everyone. Some had to die here first, they could only retreat once it was clear that the walls were lost and after enough had died. It was terrible but it was their best bet. The attack had simply come too fast.Luckily, now it appeared that the orcs would indeed scale the walls, all thanks to Edvard. And to top it off he had taken ha
Edvard could feel that his body lacked the strength to fight on. Lacked the basic energy required for him to move. He had long since started running on fumes fuelled by his will, and even his mind was becoming foggy. As he was slipping on towards sleep, a welcomed sleep. The eternal sleep, Edvard’s mind flashed with his Yawen’s gentle smile. His body recalled her warm embrace. Her tender love. This flash of memories long past filled him with endless warmth and strength. It soared through him as he realized that she could very well be somewhere on this planet. He prayed that her situation was better, but if it was not. ‘I cannot allow that to happen!’ Edvard looked at the charging orc, his determination like fire. His will and bloodlust so strong that the orc paused for just a second, a second was enough. Edvard stood next to the orc, his sword dripping with blood. Taking a deep breath, he recalled this smell, he relished it. He suddenly recalled his last moments in that hell. ‘I s