Orthard. The small, humble village located at the foot of the mountain where the Order of Galahad resided.
Most of its citizens were as humble as their village, living off the land by their farms and fishing boats. Only so sought greatness, taking up the sword and joining the Order. And only a handful ever succeeded in joining, thanks to their harsh entrance test.
Inside one of the houses in said village now slept a certain young man.
His na was Ars. And he was a humble woodcutter.
Or so he believed.
"Ars. Ars. Ars."
He stirred in his sleep. Soone was calling his na.
"Thy have been chosen. Chosen to wield the sword by His Na."
His eyes fluttered. Is that… is that a woman standing beside his bed?
"My na is Catherine. And I am here for you. My Hero."
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Fiora
"Haaa!"
A slash of thunder flew through the air, bouncing through a number of Diamond Trees. If you were to see it in slow-motion, however, you would see that there was a girl beside the thunder, sohow moving twenty to fifty feet every ti she took a step.
When she stopped, Fiora sheathed her sword. And all the trees were sliced into hundreds of little pieces.
Not enough. I'm still not fast enough.
She sighed, wiping the sweat off her forehead with her sleeves.
Her training was going well, though not as fast as she wanted it to be. Steadily, her techniques grew stronger—sharper. And her sword grew more obedient to her as well.
She still rembered when she had trouble with these Diamond Trees. How ti flew.
Guess I'll take a break.
Looking at the sun, she noticed that it was already ti for breakfast. So, ti to clean herself up and have sothing to eat. Maybe one of those dire bunnies again.
While she had her training, she didn’t bother returning back to the temple. Thanks to Frida teaching her how to survive on her own in the wilds, there was no need to.
Oh yes, Frida taught her that. They used to have their trips here, deep into the wild, untouched part of the mountain where she would command her to lift boulders and ditate under icy cold waterfalls. And at night, she would force her to cook and start a bonfire without her lifting a finger. At first, she didn’t like how a princess like her was forced to do such labor. She had Helen to take care of it for her after all. But, she quickly changed her mind. It was important for a future empress to learn as much as she could how the life of the average citizen was. Even those that lived up in the mountains like this.
She made her way back to the camp she had set up. She stripped off her dirty clothes, keeping them to be washed later. She then rummaged through her bag for clean ones, as well as her towel, before making her way to the nearby stream where she would take her morning bath. Stripping off her already sweaty clothing, she entered the chilly water without flinching. All thanks to Frida’s mountain training as well.
As she was beginning to enjoy herself, however, she heard the sound of leaves rustling and branches being stepped upon, followed by the sound of footsteps.
A human was fast approaching her location. Should she hurry up and dress herself?
Nah. It was their own fault for barging in like this after all.
Though of course, she grabbed her sword still. Better be safe than sorry after all. Even though she could kinda guess who it was just by the way they walked.
“There you are! I finally found you!”
It was Sara. The redheaded, twin tailed girl she was all too familiar with.
"Get dressed! We're leaving!"
"Leaving? What do you an we're leaving?"
"Ars is missing! You gotta help
find him!"
"...Go away. You're disturbing my bath."
Fiora's reply was… dispassionate, to say the least. It wasn't the first ti Ars had "disappeared
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