Chapter 46 - Accident in the carriage
Silas conjured up a ball of mana and played with it. He had finished teaching Luna. He taught her as soon as the carriage left the campsite.
Silas was now bored.
He still had a few books left to read but even that bored him. He glanced at Ice-pick and saw the succubus fixing up her hair.
Their gazes met and she punched him softly.
"What was that for?"
"Think." She said, pointing her chin at Isvendar.
Silas squinted and observed Floen lady. She sat like a statue, looking forward, unmoving. Her hands placed on her laps as she tried to make herself small.
Even inside this small carriage, she really tried her best not to stand out. From the conversation with Ice-pick and her ( It was just Ice-pick forcing her to talk ), her voice was soft and quiet.
It was as if she tried to not disturb his lessons with her presence. Silas didn’t mind at all.
As he was staring at her, soon he heard a grumble from her stomach. Isvendar frowned and pressed her hands into her stomach, trying to calm her hunger.
’Ah.’ Silas realized what Ice-pick was talking about.
Ice-pick came near his head and whispered softly. "I have been hearing her stomach for quite some time."
Silas clicked his tongue. "You should speak about it."
Silas sighed and knocked on the wall behind him. The small window opened up and revealed the Old Gin’s eyes. He smiled gently with his eyes at the young master.
"What do you need, sir?"
"Stop the carriage. We are going to have lunch."
Old Gin noticed something was going on and obeyed his command. He stopped when he found relatively flat land and ordered the houses to calm down.
Roland stood up.
They all prepared the lunch within 30 minutes and ate.
Only Silas and Isvendar enjoyed their meals in the carriage. Last night, he left Isvendar alone but this time he got something to say privately so he joined her.
They ate silently. He and Isvendar didn’t talk for a while considering the fact that they were supposed to marry.
When he finished his meal, Isvendar looked at him.
"I am sorry for the inconvenience. I will do my best to hold in my hunger."
Silas looked up. ’At least she is aware. Despite her posture, she is a sharp woman.’
"It is not really inconvenient." Silas said. "But it is true that this is wasting our precious time. You can cook right?"
Isvendar nodded.
"Good. Cook your lunch in the morning with Old Gin. I give you permission." Silas said.
Isvendar tried to help in the cooking process but Silas warned her not to. He didn’t trust her cooking at all. What if she poisoned him?
Too much risk involved, getting along with her.
But if she cooked for herself, he could live with that.
Since she doesn’t have any mana core or energy inside her body, she was effectively a regular human. Or perhaps, she was even weaker than the average human in this world.
On top of that, she was thin and didn’t eat a lot.
Silas sighed.
Isvendar bowed to him but he waved off, stating. "No need, you are my fiance. Your health is important to me."
That was the truth. How could he create a reason for war, if she died.
After that small episode, the journey resumed. Silas looked outside the window and played with a mana ball, changing the shape and nature to his will.
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Roland’s Pov.
Silas was not a trustworthy person. At the start and still now.
That is what he thought. And Silas hadn’t proven wrong about that yet. He kept a secret to himself.
And Roland won’t blame him for that. After all, everyone got a secret they wanted for themselves. Just like him.
Nevertheless, Silas proved himself in other areas. The areas where he proved that he was worthy of his sword.
He saved the weak even if he had to risk his own life. That was admirable but did not need quality from the knight.
Roland stood tall on the tree branch and looked down. The light around him was dimmed as the bright sun was covered by the night curtain, making it hard for ordinary naked eyes to see.
But Roland was not an ordinary man.
He carefully observed the beast den and took out his sword.
He calculated that this beast den was far enough from the campsite to threaten but he won’t risk it. The softness inside him didn’t allow mistakes anymore. He had learned his lesson in the lighthouse facing Zeke.
He was always thinking about the future and neglected the present.
If he used his fourth circle technique against Zeke, the battle would be over in an instant. But he was too afraid of the consequences.
The beast den usually had one lord level beast and its followers. The danger level of the beast den took various factors, such as the type of beast lord, how many followers and the overall strength of the beast.
Roland crouched down and observed the energy level of the beast den with his eyes. He didn’t sense any mana from them so he noted that the beast den used pure physical strength just like him.
He smiled and fixed his posture.
He clapped his hands, calling attention to himself.
The beast was an ogress. They were taller than him and carried a crude weapon. Legend has it that they were the failed experimentation of the first humans.
They were not smart but when combined they could create a social network such as this.
The lord ogre noticed him and screamed, ordering his follower to capture him. They ate humans. No. They ate everything, even their own kind.
Roland jumped down from the tree and landed in the middle of the ogre’s group. He unsheathed his sword and cut at the nearest beast’s hand.
With a quick motion, he withdrew the sword and kicked with energy. The ogre was sent flying and crushed.
Its chest caved in due to the pressure of his kick. Roland spun his body and jumped up, landing on the incoming ogre’s head.
He took his sword and stabbed through the head, reaching down its spine. Blood splattered like a fountain.
He drew the energy from his second circle and executed the footwork to the intermediate level. He jumped up and used the wind beneath his feet as a footing to double jump.
High in the air, he swung his sword, the energy around his sword compressed and shot out, creating a flying slash.
The invisible slash cut off the heads of the ogres.
As time passed, the killing slowed down. Soon only the Lord and Roland were left on the field.
Roland took out the sword from the dead flesh and swung, letting blood loose from his sword. He then lifted up and aimed the sword tip toward the lord.
The ogre yelled and dropped the weapon, energy inside the beast burst out and covered the entire body.
The technique the ogre used was similar to his own but it was unrefined inferior. Roland didn’t even have to use the third circle and circulated the energy and dashed forward using his Wind Flow Footwork.
Each step pushes him even more.
As wind accumulated, he nodded and used everything.
Roland vanished and appeared behind the beast lord. He slowly sheathed his sword and walked away, without looking back.
There were still a few beasts roaming around. He needed to clean up before heading back to the campsite. Roland looked up at the sky, moon illuminating over him and stars watching.
He didn’t know how the relationship between him and Silas would improve. He felt dread when he thought about it.
He wasn’t young anymore. He needed to choose his master and served.
Roland let out a sigh and muttered. "I wish you could teach me about this, sir."