Rudel and Aleist had safely (?) returned to the academy, but the jobs they received were not the ones they had planned for. While Rudel aid to beco a dragoon, he was now a White Knight, and it seed soone had beaten Aleist to his planned Hero title, and he was on the road to beco a black knight... on such an unexpected occurrence, the two of them began a search for docunts through the academy archives.
The White and Black Knights were fated to fight one another. They had investigated while believing in the goddess’ words, but the results showed a truth adequately betraying them.
“... Oy, flan for brains. These docunts say things completely irrelevant to so fated battle.”
Aleist glared at the forr goddess from the mountain of books he had piled on his library desk.
“T-that’s strange. But I’ve seen history with these very eyes, so my info is more precise than anything you can find in so book!”
The forr goddess asserted she was right, but this ti- surrounded by books just like Aleist- Rudel offered a correction.
“There are definitely records of a pair of brothers, White and Black Knights, fighting over various things around the founding of Courtois. But more than that, there are records that they got along fine before that. It says that inheritance rights and the pressure put on them by their surroundings beca the cause of their dispute.”
Rudel organized the book’s contents on a piece of paper. He wrote about the knight called the White Knight, and the one called the black Knight.
The White Knight was a knight who carried with him sword and shield gleaming with light. The black knight held a sword in each hand, fighting with a double bladed style. Of course, that was only the fighting style of the White and Black Knights of the ti, but as he gathered information, Rudel put down all he could find.
“I-in the end, fate only cares about the results! I know I’m right, so just get to the fighting already and prove it! Ah, but that black knight over there is still in training. How pitiful.”
The goddess grinned as she emphasized the ‘in training’ part of Aleist’s title. Reacting to her words, Aleist slamd a volu against her.
“Shut it, you flan-for-brains forr goddess! Now that you’ve been demoted from being a goddess, you’re just a plain incompetent. No, ever since Rudel started supporting you, you’ve done nothing but eat, so you’re even worse than that.”
“W-waaaah. Rudel, he’s making fun of !”
While the forr goddess clung to Rudel in tears, Rudel handed over the cake he had brought along. And patting her on the head, Rudel got back to work.
“You’re in a library, so be quiet both of you. Here, have a cake.”
“Yay!”
The forr goddess dug into the delicious-looking cake. Seeing her form, Aleist thought.
(This damn granny forr goddess is being tad.)
Aleist also got back to work and looked into this and that, but he had so anxieties working with a class that didn’t exist in the ga. Classes ca with a general path to follow. If you started out as a magician and learned the sword, you’d beco a rune knight, and if a knight took up magic, it would be the sa.
If a magician continued down a magician’s path, they would earn the class grand magician. They would carry on the skills of the classes they passed through, but Aleist didn’t even know the traits of this unknown Black Knight class.
According to the docunts, he was supposed to hold a sword in each hand and control the powers of darkness, but to Aleist, the hell are the powers of darkness!? Was all he could think. Growing so curious he could no longer hold it, he tried asking the forr goddess. But her answer was terrible.
“The one who glows like paaah and goes Pwaaaah! Is the white knight, and the black knights makes the shadows go swuuuuuush, and all these pointy things co up.”
Neither Aleist nor Rudel could understand the forr goddess’ words. That’s why they were looking into it on their own.
And what they were coming to understand was the history of Courtois’ founding, but there weren’t ever any White or Black Knights apart from the brothers who fought at the ti. Or rather, it felt more like the Kingdom of Courtois wouldn’t recognize them.
The Black Knight who founded the country was one thing, but the Black Knight’s older brother was a White Knight. They had beco the classes of royalty, so to speak, and the positions themselves had been deified. There was a bit of a problem in the fact that both Rudel and Aleist were oblivious to that fact, but Rudel’s interest in non-dragoon matters was light, and Aleist couldn’t help but have a tendency to compare the feelings and information he got from playing the ga to this world, so you could say there was no helping it.
“The reason it hasn’t spread as a fairy tale is because it’s the sacred founding of the kingdom? No, but in that case, on the contrary, it should be sothing well-spread.”
Aleist answered to Rudel’s mutters.
“Did they want to cover up the fact this country was founded as a result of a brotherly feud? In that case, they only had to make the White Knight the bad guy, but if I had to say, the White Knight looks to be more in the right here.”
As the two of then thought, the forr goddess who finished her cake explained with a triumphant look on her face.
“Hmm, the black knight was a real brother’s boy, so he purged the hell out of anyone who would write a picture book depicting his big brother as the bad guy! That yandere air of his,
and my goddess friends seriously did a double take there.”
“H-how terrible.”
“You understand what a yandere is, Rudel?”
At their impressions, the forr goddess started putting on airs and explaining the era. The two influential noble brothers who had gotten where they were by lifting one another up, and once a warring states period descended upon the continent, their talents did truly bloom.
“The two of them fighting at the vanguard truly was the coolest, I tell you! And after a while, the wars gradually began reaching their ends. Around that point, the brothers’ father was getting well in his years, and he wanted to choose an heir. As a precursor to the event, he ca over to my place.”
“And that’s when you made them a White and Black Knight? And it was a while later that they started fighting one another. Doesn’t look like fate’s has anything to do with it.”
Rudel seed to think there was no such thing as a feuding destiny. In contrast, Aleist held quite a different idea.
(Originally,
and Rudel were supposed to argue quite a bit. I was the protagonist, and Rudel was the stepping stool for such a man. Now you can almost say the opposite is true... could these classes be related to the ga’s setting? In that case, you could say
and Rudel were destined to fight, at so point.)
After looking at Rudel’s face, Aleist put his thoughts on a temporary hold. He would surely face Rudel in a tournant to co, but he had no intentions of carrying out a fight to the death. So Aleist thought.
After that, he tried to continue pursuing his leads, but tired from making such a ruckus, the forr goddess had fallen asleep on top of the desk. Rudel began putting books back as he spoke to Aleist.
“Let’s call it quits for today, Aleist.”
“Y-yeah.”
Aleist was finally beginning to notice the ga’s events and this changing situation.
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Around the ti they had finished research into their own jobs, about a month had passed since they had returned. The conclusion they reached was to cover up the whole White and Black Knight matter.
There was no point in becoming overly conspicuous, and Rudel made a decision that having a job related to the founding of the country may end up twisting his future plans. Rudel wanted to beco a dragoon, and Aleist didn’t particularly want to stand out. Before anything to do with winning the war, Aleist had his own survival on his mind.
He wanted to avoid the Black Knight matter getting out, and having him sent off to a dangerous region. He truly wanted to avoid any further irregularities. He thought of nothing more than to fight the last boss and safely achieve victory.
“That aside, Aleist, you said you wanted to learn martial arts, didn’t you?”
As Aleist was lost in thought, Rudel- who had been with him quite often as of late- called out. They were on the road towards the library. They had no more business with it when it ca to their jobs, but they planned to use it as normal students.
“I definitely did say it, but I’ll have to refrain from your cowardly fighting techniques. Why do you aim for the eyes so naturally? That’s way too dirty.”
“The one who taught
was a forr rcenary. The movents have been drilled firmly into my body, so that alone I can’t do anything about. Anyways, I went and looked for an individual skilled in martial arts that fit your demands. I have them waiting right over there.”
Rudel was well prepared, but Aleist didn’t quite trust him when it ca to these sorts of things. It was the Rudel way to cause a problem whenever he tried to do sothing. His lack of ill intent only made it all the worse.
“... My request was a strong and cool martial art. And not sothing cowardly, I said I’d prefer sothing fair and square.”
“Leave it to ! I guarantee they have considerably strong martial arts, and those skilled in them are earnest folk who hate cowardly ans. Co out, everyone.”
“Eh? Everyone?”
Saying that, Rudel called out the ones who would be instructing Aleist. They were fellow students, upperclassn in their final years. Tall in stature, with bodies as if they were wearing an armor of pure muscle. Of fearso features... the n of the tiger tribe. Their attire were so that brought to mind delinquents of the modern era, and they were a variety Aleist was bad at dealing with.
“We just have to train up this guy, right, Rudel-san? Once we do, I’ll have you fulfill your promise.”
The largest tiger man looked at Aleist before seeking confirmation from Rudel. Unable to swallow down this situation, Aleist could only nervously look around.
“Don’t worry, I’ve obtained Izumi’s acknowledgnt. Once you teach Aleist martial arts, I’ll fight you, and if I lose, I promise I’ll beco your master. I swear to honor that promise.”
Hearing Rudel’s words, Aleist latched onto the various strange things that ca out.
“I-isn’t that strange!? Why is Rudel becoming your master if he loses!? Isn’t it usually the other way around, and wait, what’s with that promise!?”
The tiger n glared at Aleist and intimidated him.
“You cannot understand Rudel-san’s amazingness!?”
“Rudel-san is our ssiah, you hear!”
“As if... as if soone like you could understand how we feel!”
“Lay off him, this matter is of vital importance to the continued existence of the tiger tribe. Aleist, was it? I won’t tell you to understand. But listen here... if you don’t make our techniques your own, then you’ll die, so prepare yourself you bastard!!!”
And just like that, Aleist was hoisted up and carried off by the tiger tribe n. Rudel saw him off with a smile and a wave of his hand.
“Do your best, Aleist.”
It’s said at that ti, Aleist saw the devil in Rudel.
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