Chapter 191:
Arthur's Point of View
Reed Family Farmstead
Sitting in the kitchen at the table with my head down, I could feel the stares of the other three on . About thirty minutes had passed since Austin was sent up with Elincia to keep an eye on her and let us know when she wakes up. Thus, Augustus, Aydalia, and Cassidy were all watching carefully. After all, seeing is believing, and you best believe I beat Elincia's bitch ass.
With my head down, I heard whispering and I groaned. "I'm way too old to deal with this shit." I finally said before lazily pulling my head up. "If all of you are gonna keep whispering, I can just leave." Then I leaned back in the chair. "Or kill myself."
I was t with silence. "... Yer not gonna really kill yerself, are ya?"
"Unfortunately, that's not really an option for ." My response was t with less than enthusiastic responses. "It'd take a lot to kill and I'm not a fan of suicide." Then I gestured to the second floor. "If dozens of swords piercing my body aren't proof enough..." I trailed off with a shrug.
Aydalia moved forward slightly from next to Augustus. "Sir Arthur, you do realize you just defeated Priestess Elincia in combat rather handedly."
"Not the first ti." I held up three fingers. "Since I got here, I think that's the third ti I've beaten her. I've defeated Arceana twice if you count the ti her and Elincia tead up against ." Another shrug. "Not that either of them are much of a threat."
Rubbing her ears nervously, she spoke cautiously. "How is it my daughter, Ayda, almost killed you with her spell, but neither of the Priestesses are a threat to you?"
Frowning, I tapped the table absentmindedly. "Because Ayda's spell wasn't powered by just her magic and those wounds ca from sothing else entirely."
They were all confused at that, but I didn't clarify. "Why'd ya fight Elincia, Arthur?" Augustus inquired.
I quirked a brow at that a gave him a 'really bitch?' look. "Aside from her showing up her raging?" He nodded.
"Yes, aside from that." The old man confird.
"I have my reasons and let's leave it at that. Call cruel, brutal, or any other insult you want. It doesn't matter to ." I replied.
"You're not cruel." Aydalia stated and I glanced at her. "In fact, I'd say your quite rciful. Had it been anyone else, they would've likely tried to seize power and take the throne."
I scoffed. "Then you don't know . I am a cruel and spiteful man. That's sothing I can admit. rciful?" I repeated. "At tis I suppose, but I have my reasons. It also depends on the person in question. None of you know . Truly know . I'm not the man you think I am."
Cassidy crossed her arms. "Then why didn't ya take the throne? Ya get into enough argunts with the Priestesses. This'd be a sure-fire way to stop that."
Smirking, I leaned towards the redhead. "There is no power in a chair, Cassidy. A throne is aningless and is more constricting than actual power." My standing got their attention. "I have power. Power I did not want and did not ask for. With it ca tasks and responsibilities that I have no choice in." Stretching slightly as I watched another two magic signatures approach the house. "And it ca with enemies and foes far stronger than I had ever dared thought possible. Because of that," There was a knock on the door. "I will have to do sothing I never wanted to do again."
Cassidy, Augustus, and Aydalia all looked confused at that. "Would ya get that, Cass?"
She nodded and went to the front door as instructed by her Grandpa. "Ayda? Typhon?" Cassidy said in surprise.
"Hi! Hope we are not intruding!" Ayda greeted. "So of the local Town Guards inford us there was a bit of a ruckus over here so we ca to make sure everything was-" She stopped quickly when she stepped into the kitchen. "Mother?!"
"Ayda." Aydalia greeted with a smile.
Typhon entered and smiled at . "Hey, Arthur!'
I smiled back. "Hey, Ty." Before anything else could be said, I moved in front of him. "I'd like to make you an offer, Ty, and I want you to really think about it."
He was surprised at that but nodded. "Okay?" Typhon replied in an unsure manner.
"Do you want to be stronger?" I asked him and quickly continued. "Because I would like to make you my Squire. Now, I say Squire, but that is more of an official title. I'd like to make you my student with the intentions of training you for greatness."
The boy looked ecstatic. "Yes!"
Ayda imdiately shouted at him. "No!" Then she looked to . "You cannot make a mber of the Delmaris family your Squire!"
Aydalia put her arms around Ayda and pulled her back. "Stay out of this sweetheart." That confused her daughter as she looked at her in disbelief.
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