EP.98 I think I got it wrong (3)
An old man who has lived for a long time and a girl who has just turned twenty look at each other.
“······.”
The weight of time is reflected in the old man’s gaze. The eyes that try to read the other person’s true intentions are heavy.
In comparison, what are the girl’s eyes like?
light. It is light because there is nothing inside.
It was as if he was wondering what the words he had just said might mean. Even if you try to read the meaning through the girl’s eyes, the sparkling platinum-colored light prevents you from doing so.
“Whoa…”
In the end, it was the old man who turned his gaze first.
Gilleon sighed and tapped the floor with his cane. Suddenly, the chair was automatically pulled in front of Gilleon.
“okay.”
Gilleon sat on a chair and crossed his arms.
“Let’s listen to the story in detail.”
He mentally changes his opinion of Resty.
The girl who was weak and shy is no longer there. The girl sitting in front of him is the next magic tower lord.
‘The master of the gray color who will lead the gray magic tower.’
I don’t know if the girl deserves it or not.
However, if that child sits there and tries to bear the weight…
‘Confirmation is the right thing to do.’
Gilleon vaguely saw the girl’s card. It was definitely an effective hand. A card that, if used well, can shake the Gray Magic Tower to its core.
And, Gilleon is not free from the chaos that the card will bring. Therefore, Gilleon had to check even more.
‘How will we use it?’
Will it simply lead to confusion?
Or will it bring about a wind of reform?
“I will listen carefully.”
You will find out when you listen.
“···These are the words of the next Magic Tower Lord.”
Resty Eleanor.
What are the thoughts of the girl in front of you?
2.
-I see, I’m glad it was helpful.
-If you need anything, please contact me at any time.
I checked the letter from Princess Leruelle. The letter of recommendation had already been handed over to Rak, and it was Saddam.
-And, Professor.
-Isla’s letters have been rare these days. I would like you to remind me to send letters regularly, even if not frequently.
When I saw the letter that came back, I smiled involuntarily. Well, if you think about it, since she was in the royal castle, Princess Le Ruelle would often ask about Ayla.
How is the child doing?
Are there any male students who are involved with Ayla?
Because whenever she was bored, she asked about Ayla’s current situation. I laughed inside.
‘Just do whatever you can.’
Whatever it was, it seemed like she cared for Ayla very much.
‘Even though he himself vehemently denies it.’
Why are you worried?
I sent a letter like that as a joke, and soon a long reply came back.
-······You have a sarcastic tone, Professor.
-It’s natural for me to worry about Ayla. It’s necessary. Rather, it can be seen as an extension of my work. You would know…
Looking at the letter that filled one page, I smiled bitterly. In the end, it was a letter that could be summarized in two words: strong denial and derogatory remarks.
“I guess so.”
I touched the letter and turned my head to the side. There is a person sitting next to me. She had the same platinum hair and golden eyes as the princess who sent this letter.
“Ugh, ugh…”
Fourth princess, Ayla.
She was covering her face with both palms. If you look closely, you can see that her ears are stained red.
“They ask me to send you letters more often.”
“···Ugh, I’m sorry.”
“What do you have to be sorry for? “You have a good sister.”
Those ears turned a little redder.
Then, as if her patience had finally reached its limit, Ayla turned her head and looked at me.
“Yes, Professor. “My sister is really that…”
As if she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud, she pointed to the letter in front of me. To be more precise, the needlessly detailed lines written on letterhead.
-I need to hear in detail about the child’s academic life. Do you think it’s overprotective? Not at all. This is strictly a request based on necessity and from an extremely business perspective…
It may be a sentence written overflowing with sorrow in its own way about Princess Leruelle, but from a third party’s perspective… or from the perspective of the person to whom the sentence refers, it just feels embarrassing.
“···Like that.”
Ayla asked weakly.
“Did you go that far?”
“yes.”
“···Really?”
I nodded slightly.
“You did more than that, not less.”
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“It’s strange, she was definitely a cool sister…”
Ayla sighed, as if she couldn’t understand at all. Somehow, in her mind, Princess Lruel seemed to be a little different.
“Well, I guess there are some circumstances.”
I muttered that and folded the letter.
From the beginning, I had no intention of showing Ayla the letter. It was just by chance that Ayla came to me to ask about what happened in the royal capital…
‘At that time, it was probably because Princess Lruel sent a letter.’
The letter she had folded in her pocket glowed, and Ayla asked, ‘What is that, Professor?’ he asked. Since the question was asked, I just showed the answer.
‘I showed it to you because you asked.’
Ayla, who was sitting in the guest seat and eating her casserole, let out a long sigh.
“…Still, I’m glad nothing happened.”
“It wasn’t a big problem.”
We agreed appropriately…
In fact, I did not tell Ayla exactly what happened in the villa. A mix of lies.
‘There’s no need to tell me everything.’
Princess Lruel doesn’t want him either…
She wanted Ayla to graduate from Aplia ‘normally’ and return to the capital.
I had no intention of ignoring the hard work she put into going around the castle to protect Ayla’s daily life.
‘still······.’
My eyes turn to Ayla.
Her face is bright. She had a different face than when I met her in the palace a while ago.
A face that looks bright and carefree.
It was a face that Princess Lruelle would not have been able to resist.
As I looked at that face, a smile naturally appeared on my face. Because she felt that her hard work was not for nothing.
‘So, I guess I can do this much.’
I waved the letter and said to Ayla.
“Anyway, I think it would be a good idea to send letters to the First Princess often.”
“···I guess so.”
I’m sure they sent it the day before yesterday too.
Leaving Ayla mumbling like that, I took out the envelope of documents from the bookshelf.
“What is that, Professor?”
“This is a statement of reasons for experiential learning.”
“Are we going on experiential learning?”
I shook my head.
“I recently sent a student on a field trip. “For that matter, Dean Aaron told me to write a letter of explanation.”
Roughly speaking, why was experiential learning permitted, or why was such learning designed? It was the type of letter of explanation asking such a question.
‘At first, you rolled your eyes.’
Fortunately, permission was given because Lark was a student of the Department of Combat Horsemanship, where field trips were important, and because it was closer to the style of an ‘apprentice knight training center’ than a battlefield.
‘Even that was a difficult fall, but whatever.’
It was when I picked up the quill to write a statement of reasons. Ayla glanced at me and opened her mouth.
“By any chance, is Lark the student who went on the field trip?”
The quill stopped in midair.
The reason was still blank. I slowly turned my head and looked at Ayla.
“If Prince Rak is right.”
Her golden eyes were shining.
Clusters of stars twinkling in golden light.
“When I return, the head of the Combat Magic Department may change.”
“···What do you mean?”
“well? “I just have a feeling that’s the case.”
She tilted her head and smiled.
Rather than just a student, he looked like a prophet reciting a star’s prophecy.
3.
Apprentice Knight Training School.
Lark spent the night there and was facing the morning of the second day. Although I slept in a hard barracks, my back did not hurt.
“Okay.”
I stretch and come out of the barracks.
Because it was early morning and the sun had not yet risen, the garrison was quiet. The traveling instructors did not pay much attention to Lark, who woke up early.
In fact, most instructors did not give Lark any instructions. They seemed to regard Lark’s arrival at the apprentice knight training center as a stroke of luck.
‘I won’t take it seriously.’
‘Anyway, he will be leaving in a few days.’
There is no benefit in being involved for no reason.
The only ones who got involved in the eccentric activities of children from prestigious families and saw blood were the instructors.
They do not enforce military discipline or force training.
They just left Lark alone to do whatever he wanted. Of course, Lark didn’t do anything roughly. He trained with the apprentices as they trained. I ran along with them as they ran on the parade ground.
“hmm.”
Although no one forced him to, Lark lived the same life as the apprentice knights. Because he thought that if he did that, he would get something.
‘Group living isn’t bad either.’
Lark let out a short breath and grabbed the axe. Early in the morning he went to the training ground and swung an axe.
‘He said he would go to the field with the instructors tomorrow morning.’
Tomorrow morning, we will face the devil’s army.
Of course, you will face them under the strict supervision of instructors, but the battlefield is still a battlefield.
‘I’m a little nervous.’
Lark swung his ax wordlessly.
As the sun rose and the instructors began to wake up the knight, Lark stopped training.
The next day begins.
Lark tied the ax to his waist and headed to the parade ground where the apprentice knights were gathered.
* * *
The training of apprentice knights was systematic.
This is the Apprentice Knight Training Center, where the last training for knights who will immediately go to battle is here. What instructors teach is only things that are practical and intuitive.
“Follow me. To block a rush, the spear pole must be fixed to the ground. “Remember this movement.”
Useful things on the battlefield.
Instructors taught essential skills. I warned him several times about tomorrow’s practice.
Running on the parade ground, checking how to use weapons, and repeatedly emphasizing the mindset of a knight.
Apprentice knights spend their days splitting into small pieces. Not a single bit of time is wasted. They didn’t have much time left before standing on the battlefield, so they had to learn as much as possible here.
The sun was setting the next day.
“Does it suit your taste, Confucius?”
“Well, I remember chewing orc meat in the snowy mountains when I was young. “The meat is very tough…”
“Haha, you have to joke too harshly.”
“It’s not a joke…”
“But anyway, it’s good that there’s meat. “Perhaps it means filling up your stomach because you have to go to the field tomorrow.”
Lark spoke to one of the apprentice knights and they were chatting while eating dinner together. As we chatted like that, the apprentice engineer asked a question.
“By the way, Prince Lark, why are you working so hard?”
“try hard?”
“That’s right. Prince Lark, aren’t you very strong? “I heard that he is strong enough to compete not only with us but with most instructors.”
The apprentice knight, who introduced himself as DeMac, continued speaking.
“Aren’t you that strong and a student of the famous Aplia? “I was wondering if there was a need to come to the training center like this.”
“hmm.”
Lark answered while chewing the meat.
“The professor recommended this place. “Come and experience the field.”
“You’re a crazy professor.”
“You are a bit of a unique person.”
“No, what kind of professor would throw a student into a training camp right away? “If I were Prince Rak, I would have cursed him right away.”
Lark smiled bitterly as he watched DeMac pounding his chest.
“If you do that, your head will be ripped out.”
“yes?”
“Because he’s a scary professor.”
“Oh, is that so…?”
DeMac and Lark stood up, holding a tray of food while talking. They were both on guard duty tonight. Although this was a task originally given to DeMac, Lark applied and said he would do it together.
After finishing their meal, they took a walk and headed to their working location. Before we knew it, the story we had been sharing was back to the beginning.
Lark opened his mouth.
“···Actually, here at the training center, there are things that the professor says, but there are also things that I came because I wanted to.”
“Confucius wanted it?”
“Because I needed it.”
The two stood at the designated location.
The dark forest was quiet. Lark’s voice rang softly in the quiet forest.
“There is one opponent I want to beat. However, I can’t win at all. So something has to change… but I thought it might change when I come here.”
“Hmm, my personality has changed a bit.”
“I meant the body.”
“Well, I’m not sure.”
DeMac smiled.
It was a pretty refreshing smile.
“I hope you get what you want…?!”
Those words didn’t last until the end.
Lark pulled the neck of DeMac, who was walking ahead. DeMac fell backwards.
“100 million! “Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”
DeMac stopped talking and kept his mouth shut.
There was an arrow stuck where he was standing. The arrow flew silently in the darkness.
“Demac.”
Lark reached for his waist.
“Bring the instructors.”
Lark pulls out the ax hanging from his waist with smooth movements. Extend the ax blade straight out.
“It’s an enemy attack.”
The place where the ax blade points is deep in the forest. Red eyes were flashing in the darkness.
