Chapter 38 - Monday morning
Silas walked out of the room and was greeted by Roland. The young Knight’s face was filled with confusion and worry. Silas saw his hand trembling.
Seeing that Silas saw his hand, Roland hid behind his back and asked.
"What are you discussing with him?"
"Future plan, I will disclose our discussion after we leave this mansion. Someone is staring at us." Silas said, looking around the hallway.
His mana sense didn’t trigger but he trusted his instinct a lot. Knowing that the stare of others seemed to be a human trait.
He was glad that he was still human. Silas chuckled, waved his hand and placed it on Roland’s shoulder. "Let’s go. It is late."
Roland nodded. "Yeah, ever since you entered that room, I have been pinned by that presence. I can’t even move."
Silas rubbed his chin. "I don’t know that."
’So he really has the power to kill me. Someone strong enough to hold Roland with just their presence. That person is most likely a seventh circle human. Scary stuff. I thought the seventh circle was placed in the capital.’
Silas continued his line of thinking. No matter how he thought, he couldn’t bring himself to believe that the seventh circle human was here.
This had to be a trick.
[It is a trick. Some seventh circle mage from the family must make an artifact to gather their intent and intimate your knight.]
Thamior explained in his head.
Silas shrugged off. He thought that as well.
When they both left the mansion and stepped into the carriage, he noticed Ice-pick sleeping.
"She was waiting with me but when the aura came, she immediately left." Roland explained.
Silas smiled and carefully lifted up her head and placed it on his lap. He played with her silk hair and touched her face, especially her cheeks.
"Let’s go. We got a huge month ahead of us." Silas said.
***
It was Monday morning and Silas woke up with a headache. Not a wonderful start at all for him.
But the overall quality of his body improved. His mana purity was much finer than previous night. Dragon blood was working tirelessly inside his mana core.
Roland came into the room with breakfast.
Silas tilted his head and asked. "Where is Old Gin?"
"He took the ladies shopping."
"I see." Silas nodded. The old butler must be preparing the supply for the journey.
’When he arrives I will call a meeting and announce my marriage.’ Silas’s eyes went cold.
Then, he quickly discarded the negative thought. Breakfast was supposed to eat with joy.
Roland set up the table and placed the breakfast, brewed some tea.
Silas smelled the tea and nodded in approval. "I don’t know that you can cook."
"It is a necessary skill for a knight." Roland smiled and sat down, not bothering about their rank.
Silas didn’t mind that at all.
In this shitty situation, he wanted some genuine connection. He and Roland were like-minded people.
"Are you going to tell me about your grand plan?"
Silas smiled and enjoyed the bacon and egg. Strangely, the breakfast was similar to earth. Not just breakfast, every other food as well.
Must be because the developers were lazy or too busy to create a new culture. Well, he wasn’t going to complain about that.
Current foods suited him well.
"Not right now, I want to enjoy my food with peace."
Roland grumbled and crossed his arms, staring at him.
Silas ignored the knight and enjoyed his meal. After finishing the breakfast, he smiled in delight.
’Now, where should I start? I am going to need his help a lot in the future. So making him drift away was not possible.’ Silas gave a thought.
"Now. Now. I will share a really good new." Silas beamed a smile and relaxed his shoulder.
Roland’s eyes lit up seeing Silas’s expression. "Really? Did you manage to get those evil bastards who make that place possible? As expected of you."
Silas sighed and shook his head. "I am sorry but the news is not that good."
Roland frowned. "Then why are you smiling like that, creep."
"Ah. Rude. Anyway, I am going to get married."
"What?" Roland stood up immediately, stunned.
Silas laughed, pointing at Roland’s dumbfounded expression.
"Do tell me this is a lie." Roland said slowly.
"This is not a lie. Aren’t you happy that your master is going to get married?" Silas laughed.
Roland didn’t answer and stared at him with a complicated expression. "Someone from Floen?"
Silas nodded with a defeated smile. "Yeah. But don’t worry, it is all part of a plan."
"What plan? What kind of plan are you making, Silas? I know a few pieces but not the full picture. Even if we don’t have the relationship like a proper master and servant, I am still your knight."
Silas gave Roland a soft smile.
"A knight is not a servant, Roland. Sorry, but I still need something to do. No... I am going to sort things myself first. Forgive me."
Silas knew he was putting a distance between him and Roland. Even though they bantered a lot and got along quite well. Even though Silas knew how important the bond was.
He still couldn’t bring himself to open up. He didn’t want to become weak after all.
"Fine. I will forget this conversation. And who is the lady?"
"I don’t know yet but I am sure I will get her name today."
"You need this marriage for your plan, correct?"
Silas nodded. He would use his wife as a reason for war. As for what reason could he, he didn’t decide it yet.
Silas and Roland continued to converse. They avoided talking about Floen and focused their attention on Palm Mountain.
Silas revealed about the elves living there. How they could be hostile.
Roland suggested making peace but Silas immediately rejected. He didn’t plan for that.
And the elves were strong. The only things working in his party were Silas, Roland and Ice-pick.
As they were immersed in how to deal with the elves, the door suddenly swung open.
Ice-pick came into view, panting while waving a piece of paper. She pointed at the paper and yelled.
"You got married?"
"Oh, looks like the new spread this far already? Show me what you are holding." Silas said.
Ice-pick dashed toward him and launched her body to him. Air escaped from his lung.
"Go away."
"No way. My prey is gone. I am not going to let other women take my food." Ice-pick hugged him tightly, eyes bawling.
"Since when did I become your food?" Silas sighed. He grabbed the paper from her hand and read.
{ Announcement from Floen.}
Silas ignored the content. The words were most flowery, praising his deed and showing their wealth by giving food and money to the slum.
’At least, he kept this part of the promise.’
Silas skimmed through the content and stopped at the last part, the reveal of him marrying the youngest daughter of Floen.
That confused him greatly because the youngest was supposed to be Kirth.
But the name was Isvender Floen.
Who is she?
With just a name, he didn’t know who she was. He frowned.
He hated not knowing.
It tightened his heart.