Chapter 7: A special mark
Grindeston was in uproar.
The baron had taken a Squire under his tutelage.
This news spread out like a fire. It was being discussed in every nook and cranny.
Some even went to the temple in the hope to witness the baron and his Squire. But they were long gone.
...
Hex stared blankly as the coach he sat in rolled over the path around the hill. Now and then, his gaze landed on the emotionless face opposite him.
'I have spent six years planning and struggling. I dreamt of the day I could prove to him that I am not a trash he can throw away whenever he wants.'
'I even considered leaving the town to join a merchant or adventurer group. I would return upon reaching Knighthood. I would challenge this man.'
'It was so nice to imagine trampling him underneath my feet.'
Hex achieved his most cherished dream of threading the path of the Blessed. He even got the Baron to take notice of him. But the ending was beyond his wildest imagination.
Everytime he imagined becoming a Blessed he also considered the potential masters. But the thought that the baron could become his master hadn't crossed his mind. Not even once.