Chapter 98: The Importance of Life
"Sir Arthur!"
A mage rushed out of the back entrance of the Duke’s Tower, her head turning left and right as she scanned the place for the knight who was supposed to be resting.
By that time the sun had almost risen and the entire order of knights was participating in their usual duties as they slowly woke up for the day or went to sleep depending on which duty schedule they were on.
The mages, who weren’t normally early risers, were insistent on taking care of Sir Arthur because he was beloved to the knighthood. The Duke would certainly pay them well and treat them kindly if they proved themselves worthy healers.
However, Sir Arthur wasn’t making their job easier by getting up in the middle of the night to go outside. When the mage whose turn it was to check on Arthur found his bed empty, she panicked and ran throughout the tower until she saw people already outside.
The red-headed knight turned to the door where the mage had emerged.
"Sir!" she exclaimed. "You must return to your room for treatment. You ought to not spend so much energy. You still need to recover from the blood loss."
Arthur wasn’t one to care what others thought of him and he simply shrugged, having decided he should go back inside since the apprentices were all emerging anyway. They would need the practice yard for their purposes. He didn’t particularly feel like showing them how suddenly having to use his left hand was truly affecting him because they may lose faith in the order.
"Lead the way," the knight calmly stated.