A coward, that’s what the Knights of Radiance considered my father to be. A coward who took their tool and used it for his own goals. The fire that had been used by the Knights of Radiance for generations was now in the hands of a man who never dared to set foot in the place of that fla’s origins.
Fearing that the Knights might take it from him.
Or so, it’s what most of the Knights considered as truth. Which was a lot different than they might expect. My father thought it was the flas keeping the monster at bay. The flas that kept his family safe.
A willful ignorance caused by a false hope. Because even I understood how foolish my father was. But I was not here to give out an excuse to these people. I ca here to return what was theirs in return for their help.
And for a world that is driven by benefits, I believe these n won’t deny of my desires. For it matches theirs as well. However, due to constant failures in capturing that entity, they have accepted their defeat and don’t wish for any more losses.
"He was a coward, but he still gave up his life for . So I would prefer if you don’t call him that, in front of ."
Hearing my words, the man changed his tune. With a smile, he provided with a al, which I barely touched, and a place to stay. "Any delay and he would escape."
"Didn’t you say the being can’t interact with the real world until he finds a proxy? And it took him a total of twenty years for his plans to co to fruition?"
"From what I see, we have plenty of ti. Enough ti for you to do one thing, which can act as assurance, that we can depend on your words."
"What is it?"
"Stay for a week, we will talk later. I have to see if the things at the other end went as we had expected." Weird words that never explained a thing to . Were they going to kill here and extract the flas?
No, the chance of that happening is low. I might have run away from ho, but I am still a great asset to my country. There are probably n who have followed here and any uninford harm on would be considered an attack on my country’s sovereignty. In a way, they consider this "weapon" their own.
And unless I give it away in a public setting. The hypocrites of my country would probably try to pick up a fight. Which is not sothing I wish to see.
That’s why I hope that the Knights don’t do anything stupid. Because, even with all the stories of chivalry and kindness I have heard of the Radiant Knights. The mories and hate of Jester towards them were understandable.
Fools driven by the obsession to purify the world were just another cult. A cult that can be useful in my goal.
So I waited in the small space I was given. Never daring to leave my room for any reason. In a way, I was in a tiger’s den. And with a small mishap, so radicals might use it as an excuse to end and recover the flas. Which is not sothing I hoped to see. So I maintained my position, living like a corpse inside a room only opening the door to let the fresh air in and see the scenery.
’Is this really the place with one of the continent’s strongest powers?’ I wondered and found that this place was not much different than so other Knights academy that he had seen while following his father like a rabbit before.
Even his sister had lived inside one of these academies while being a mage herself. Just to learn so self-defense and learn how to handle these n.
Sothing that was super alien to .
"You are outside today?" A man asked. A bit young, unlike the GrandKnight I t before. And from his build, I was sure he was not a Knight.
But then there were his books and the clothes he wore, giving the air of a scholar. So a mage perhaps? But that was wrong as well. It was a well-known fact that the mages and Radiant Knights don’t gel well together. Which only left one thing.
’Mystic, just like the late Sir Maxim.’
"Please co in," I spoke in a kind voice, as I never intended to give these people any reason to harm . But this man seed to ignore it completely and entered the room I was given. "Barely touched." He made a curious comnt, which only now made notice an odd habit I seed to have developed after the experint.
As the Mystic said, the room was barely touched. I just slept in bed and drank so water. Barely touching anything out of curiosity or moving them.
It was so bad, that dust had settled in parts of the room. "I am sorry, I was the one to deny help."
"No, please... this was not a comnt on hygiene." A bit embarrassed, the young Mystic soon changed his tune as he found a place to sit. "I am Mystic Jasper and I ca here for your test."
"There is no need for my introductions here, but I am Farhad Maisel, son of Varkus Maisel." I gave so introduction, before getting back on point. "A week has gone by, did it need to take this long?"
"Yes, for now. This test might take even longer."
"Please explain."
"You have to go sowhere with soone important, who will act as your captain. A Knight."
Hearing these questions, suspicions popped up in my head.
’A test? An excuse to get killed so as to recover those flas?’ I thought. Before shaking my head. These pious n might be a lot of things, but liars they were not. They won’t ever use a sche such as this to get sothing from when they can directly snatch it away without an issue.
aning, even if soone among them had an agenda. It was obviously not ant for my death. A death I really looked forward to, an end to my hollow existence.
But that will co in the future. For now, I wish to save that foolish sister of mine, that had fallen for his trap.
"Can you provide details of this test?"
"Just approval from your captain. That’s all that is needed. She requires so support where she is going and you will be going with her." Approval? An unexpected condition. However, depending on the nature of this captain, my goal can be achieved faster than expected. aning I can move on to save my fool of a sister.
So I asked him. "Who is this Knight Captain I will be working with? And how fast can we leave for this test?"
"Well, she is soone that was in the city during that ti." At the ntion of these words, various radiant knights ca to my mory which were borrowed from Jester.
So of them are young, while most of them are old. But if they were to ask for a prominent mber the pronoun "her" can be used. Then it would only be one. "Remira Wyrmwood?" I asked and the man finally showed so surprised expression. "Did Vance speak of it to you? The na of this Knight?" He asked . But I only shook my head.
"Bits and pieces of jester’s mory. He seed to have a liking for her." I say, pointing at my head. Making the Mystic look at with starry eyes.
I could even feel the hair on my body stand up straight as if soone intrusive just scanned my body. "I would prefer it if you don’t do that," I asked and the Mystic complied with an embarrassed laugh.
"She ant to act as the field operative in Durum with the Late Sir Maxim Hailey. Sad to say, he fell and she suffered a bizarre fate."
I never t this woman that he spoke of, the only one I ever t was the librarian and Maxim before I was killed and turned into what I am now. But with the mories I carry of Jester. I was well aware of many occurrences that happened in the city. Details that I haven’t even told the countless investigators that ca from the intelligence of Duke of Wortham.
In fear of what kind of disaster all of this information might bring .
Even the little fact that the rumors of Cynark assassinating Ikuras Yethel can bring about a new war.
So I kept my mouth shut on most of these elents. And would use them appropriately when the need arises.
As for the Knight Remira. I looked forward to eting her. "I hope she had recovered from that date much better than I did." I smiled a bit, considering in a way we both were victims to the bastard’s ga.
"If possible, please arrange a eting with her beforehand. I wish to et the woman who only exists in my mory... not in a creepy way, mind you."
A small joke was a good end to this talk.
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