Chapter 662:
Scáthach POV
"This can't be allowed to continue!"
My foolish student slammed his hand on the table.
"Aye, someone take Aela to her bed; she's out cold." The one named Skjor commanded.
A few of the members here hefted her up off her seat and carried her downstairs.
"Well, who else?" I set my empty mug on the table.
That foolish girl named Aela thought she could outdrink me and called me a milk drinker.
"Thorum, you go up." My student nudged his friend.
There was a round of encouragement.
"...My stomach hurts." He backed away. "You fight dragons." He nudged him again. "You're the Dragonborn. You have the soul of a dragon. A child of Akatosh, you eat dragons for breakfast!"
"Dragonborn!"
"Dragonborn!"
"Dragonborn!"
They started to chant.
"Aye, I will fight dragons. I will fight any monsters in Skyrim without fear!" Thorum said heroically. "I will charge at any foe!"
"A true Nord!"
"Go, Thorum!"
Except, he didn't move.
"But…she scares me." Thorum backed away.
They all laughed joyfully.
But it is strange.
Since when did my stupid student have such a wise friend? Or perhaps it was the five other men passed out across the room who had challenged me thus far.
"Come here, my student. I believe it is customary for a victor such as myself to have a fair and delicate beauty on their arm, is it not?" I said playfully.
There was a brief moment of silence before someone pushed him forward and they all began to laugh again.
I happily grabbed him and pulled him into my grasp.
I couldn't help myself.
He was still that same adorable boy who appeared before me all that time ago in the Land of Shadows.
And these people are good for him.
They treat him as a normal person; it's good to keep him grounded.
I will make an effort in the future to drag him here more often for his own benefit.
"Does anyone else dare challenge me, or do you all acknowledge the Lord of Spirits?" I swept my gaze around.
Amidst the chuckles and good-natured jabs, they all seemed content to idle away the night without further challenge.
"You haven't won yet." My student pulled away from me, but he nearly fell over himself, only catching himself on the table just barely. "I'll bring in my friend, and he'll show you."
He used his magic to move somewhere else, disappearing from the room.
Perhaps I should make it a rule for him that he is not allowed to use his magic to go elsewhere while drunk, unless it is to go home.
"...Is he coming back?" My student's friend asked.
"There is a chance that he got himself into trouble." I said honestly.
Thankfully, he reappeared a few moments later, hastily as well. His hair looked a bit more disheveled this time.
And…
"...student, why do you carry a Phoenix?" I could recognize the legendary bird at a glance; its presence left it hard to mistake it for anything other than its namesake.
"This is Fawkes; he'll be your opponent."
It wasn't just me; the others in the room seemed to believe that my student had far too much to drink at this point.
I questioned where he found such a legendary bird, but knowing my student, his answer would elicit the need to give him a firm beating.
"Let us retire for the evening, my—" Before I could finish, the bird hopped out of his hands and onto the table.
It grabbed a bottle of mead with its beak and tilted it up until it drank down every drop under the silent and gob smacked gaze of every person in the room.
It then unceremoniously tossed the bottle to the side and spread its wings out as if asking if I dared challenge it.
"I stand corrected." I said, sitting back down. "Another round of drinks."
And a renewed vigor resounded in the hall.
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I let out a sigh as I carried my drunken student in my arms.
"You should be grateful, you foolish boy. Even if it were Setanta, I would have left him face down in the mud. This is a show of my affections for you."
I knew he couldn't hear me; he had gone limp and fallen asleep some time ago as I carried him up the wooden stairs of the local tavern.
Where he found a legendary bird that could nearly match me in drinking, I can't fathom.
I pinched his sleeping cheek. "You are lucky that I find that mischievous side of you just as endearing as your other points."
What a silly boy.
I opened the door to the room I had rented for the night.
It was nostalgic, as was this entire realm.
Candlelight lit the wooden walls. Furs and stuffed feather bedding lay across uncomfortable wooden logs that made the bed.
A small fireplace nearby to ward off the cold.
I gently placed him onto the bed, helping him out of the outermost layer of his clothing so he would be more comfortable in his sleep.
"His sleeping face is cute, is it not?" I said out loud.
I had noticed her presence as I arrived.
The Goddess of Light native to this land had appeared in the room. Rather, a small piece of her had appeared here.
Silently, she moved to sit at the edge of the bed next to him, putting a gentle hand through his hair.
"Yes." She said softly. "It's a contrast to his usual arrogant and perverted self."
Her scolding didn't match her true feelings. That was obvious enough to tell.
"You indulge him too much." I responded.
"He is the only one I will ever indulge," she replied bluntly. "I would rather do it too much now than to think it was not enough far into the future."
So similar to me, yet so different.
"If you only think of the future, you will miss the small joys of the present. That is where true regret lies when you sit alone and think of the past." I felt wistful as I recalled my own tortured time spent all alone.
The regrets are the greatest pain; that is what I learned in my immortal existence.
"You really love him." She stated.
"Yes." I responded without hesitation. "This Scathach's heart fully belongs to him. From the arrogant little shite to the warm and kindhearted boy to the bloodied warrior. I will gladly give him my everything."
"Children?" She asked, oddly curious.
I nodded without a second thought. "When he is ready, I will wed him, and we will have children together."
"When is…ready?" She asked.
She wasn't asking for me, but for herself. How strange it is to have such an ancient being, yet one so ignorant about such things.
"When he finally slows down. He is young, so very young." I too ran a hand through his hair. "Let him have his fun, let him get into trouble, let him be the trouble." I smiled faintly at his sleeping face. "Then, when he feels that he has experienced the fruits of freedom and adventure, we will make him a husband and a father, and then we will help him experience the joys of peace."
"It sounds simple."
"He is a simple man." I stood up and began to take off my clothing. "Come, you take one side, and I will take the other. Let him wake up next morn under our shared warmth."
She didn't argue with me as I climbed into the bed with him.
It was large enough for all three of us.
I was aware she didn't require sleep, but I believe she enjoyed the closeness nonetheless.
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Artoria Pendragon POV
Darn It—I know it was Jinn who did this.
She did it just to spite me, a jest at my expense.
I anticipated that she was waiting for me to make a fool of myself so she could laugh at me.
I will have vengeance.
But I was still in a particular predicament.
Avalon will have to assist me.
Come, my sacred Sheath.
"...What are you doing?"
I turned to look at Rin, who was sitting in the threshold of the kitchen. "I am…nothing."
"Are you seriously using your sheath to nudge the cookie jar towards you?" She asked.
"...Jinn put it out of my reach intentionally." I hid my sheath behind my back. "If you assist…I will share the bounty with you."
Rin snorted and walked over. "I'm not exactly the tallest myself." She nudged me off the chair I was standing on. "Hand it over; I'll get it down. She really hid it on the back of the fridge." Rin took Avalon from me and managed to push the cookie jar towards the edge and get it down.
My prize at last. "Thank you, Rin." I smiled happily.
She reached into the container and took one for herself. "Goddamn, these are good."
I just nodded. "Raikou made them; she has become very good at cooking and baking."
Both Rin and I felt it at the same time.
Wilhelm came home.
The distinct breath of Magic that was felt through the house.
I felt like he was in the living room.
I peeked around the corner to see him sitting with Mordred on the couch in front of the television.
Rin also peeked with me.
"How have you been, Mordred?"
"Still kind of happy to hear that Mom was kicked off a train." She shrugged.
Mordred…at least don't say it out loud.
"Speaking of, want to hear the whole thing?" He asked.
"Nah, I'm in a good mood. I know whatever I hear will piss me off, so I'll wait until later with Father."
Wilhelm shrugged this time.
"Hey, I got something for you."
"Snacks?" She perked up.
I too hope it is snacks.
"I was having some smith work done and had some leftover materials." He took out what looked like a dagger. "It's yours if you want it."
She looked confused as she took it from him. "A dagger?" She muttered, pulling it out of its sheath. "Huh, looks fancy."
"It's made from a metal called Vibranium. Basically, it absorbs kinetic force, and it's magic resistant. So, with enough force, you can probably stab mages through defensive spells. Or surprise them by throwing it at their faces."
Mordred snorted. "Shit, that sounds really expensive. Seriously, you're just giving this to me? Why?"