Knights of Tristein (2)
The estate of Tristein was a fortress built on a cliff in the mountains. The base and walls of the castle were carved out of the rock, with turrets on all sides and a watchtower spire rising high from inside.
âItâs a natural fortress. A thousand years ago, it even stopped monsters⦠There must be such legends. To build that height with medieval technology, they wouldâve used magic, right?â
Looking up from the bottom of the winding road, you could only see a sheer rock wall, but when you went up the ramp across the castleâs moat, a different landscape unfolded. The mountain fortress had a bright atmosphere, with expensive paving stones laid down from the main gates to the castle entrance. The thousand-year-old building was well renovated, with smooth windows and more recent expansions. Not only the knights, but also the servants had clean clothing and looked well-fed. Kleio had heard the lives of the lordâs temperament.
âThe climate is bleak, but they are well off. The Duke Tristein is good at governing.â
As soon as the carriage stopped, Mietsu disappeared into the castle under the soldierâs guidance alongside the other mercenaries. The carriageâs owner began to help to unload the cargo alongside the villagers. Arthur and Isiel moved to help, but they were chased away from the wagon as the owner said they were too injured. The group stood off with their own luggage in a distant corner of the fortâs vacant lot. Cel put down her luxurious leather suitcase and sat atop it.
âSo, what should I do now?â
After taking the documents out of her bag, Isiel, the leader of the training group, looked around but was unable to find who she was looking for.
âThe person in charge of our practice should be here⦠I called the castle in advance, but I donât see them.â
âWhoâs in charge?â
âI heard that they are the vice-captain of Tristeinâs knights.â
âI canât see anyone like that.â
Cel tried to grab onto someone to ask them, but everyone was hurrying about, moving a massive amount of food and necessities. Around the time the luggage was roughly organized, a large middle-aged man in the uniform of a knight walked out from the main entrance. A tall knight with hair like a lionâs mane and a smaller knight with a bow followed. The middle-aged man, who had a large scar on his cheek, looked around. It looked like a mountain was moving as his muscles wriggling under his uniform.
âRotan!â
âItâs been a long time. I thought you were about trying to catch the beast.â
âI came back because there was a message from above. The people in the south are looking at our situation.â
âYou always have a lot of trouble. Thereâs always some issue to be screaming about.â
âI have to be careful for the time being. Everyone has worked hard to transport this much here! When you go in, lunch is prepared, so afterward, eat well! Trude, Lysa! Escort the villagers on their way back.â
âYes, vice-captain.â
âYep!â
âThank you!â
âOh, thank you.â
The man called Rotan welcomed the younger people who were a good head smaller than him.
âThis is Rotan Tepito.â
He was the vice-captain of the Tristein knights and a 6th-level knight. As soon as he found Arthur and his companions and heard Isielâs greeting, he responded.
âTurn around. A child, a girl, what else is this? Am I supposed to take care of kids in this emergency? Are the guys in the south sane?!â
Arthur and Cel stared blankly at Rotan, and the twins werenât sure they heard him right. Isiel repeated herself without blinking.
âIâm Isiel Kision, a freshman at the Royal Capital Defense University and the head of this training group. Please accept these documents from Dean Zebedee. Take good care of us.â
âAh, oh! This!â
The hot-blooded man clenched his fists, then grabbed the envelope from Isielâs steady hand. It contained documents and letters of recommendation with their names and personal information, but he didnât open it. That giant had lost to Isiel, and Kleio had to turn away to hide his smile.
âThereâs no way men from the extreme north would welcome fresh-faced children from the capital. Well, itâs easier to deal with those who are openly hostile like that rather than those whoâre insidious.â
He wanted to ask about the demon Pyton, but it seemed difficult to communicate for the time being. Kleio wasnât a character full of justice who could persuade someone who didnât intend to listen. A prophet who predicted an ominous future would be persecuted in any country, after all.
âItâs my blessing too, so what can I do?â
Rotan walked away, leading the children to the top of the three-story building behind him. The lodging assigned to the children were narrow rooms just under the roof.
âBoys on the left, girls on the right. The bathroom and toilet are on the bottom floor. You should also clean up and organize your bedding. You wonât get any practice points if you rely on the servants!â
âYes, yes. Donât worry!â
Arthur moved happily in front of Rotan.
âI donât have any luggage, so my hands are empty already. What should I do? Everyone looks busy!â
âWhatâs your name?â
âItâs Arthur!â
Rotan stood with both hands against his back, glaring at Arthur with fierce eyes. The boy had messy hair, hadnât shaved, looked filthy, and wore an old fur-coat. The prince of the kingdom, a 5th-level knight, and the being who presided over the security of this world⦠Of course, they wouldnât see the same thing.
âOh, since you went to that school, your head would be stiff. Thereâs no kid like you in the north, so donât think about it. It would be enough to fill the pits in the training ground.â
Kleioâs gaze went out of the window as he turned off Perception. He examined the condition of the training ground. Certainly, there were pits dug up into the land, which was frozen over with snow. It seemed like it would take a while to fill it all up.
âI was expecting as much, but did all of us come here to shovel dirt?â
The response wouldâve been better if Tasserton Tristein had been there, but Rotan seemed to have no room to speak.
âEven if we were twenty, they wouldâve acted less shallow. But, this is because of the manuscriptâs faster progression. Huh.â
Kleio could understand Rotanâs feelings. His leader was away, so his responsibility was heavy. If he made a mistake in such an emergency, his life and well as those of his charges would be at risk. They sent students to train in a workplace where people lived and died. What use were kids labeled as geniuses without experience?
âAlthough he grunts a lot, heâs a human with common sense.â
Of course, he would be grateful later on. This land was where poisonous demons would arise. The beasts that would awaken in this territory couldnât be prevented by a total of forty knights and a hundred soldiers.
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Isiel and Arthur were good at shoveling. The weather was cold, causing the melted snow to freeze over and turn the soil as hard as a stone, but the two of them gently filled their shovels with ether to save time. They looked like skilled hands who had been doing this their entire time, but as Kleio wondered about that, Arthur was clearly upset.
âHeavy snow is common, and landslides happen once every few years. I grew up in such a manner, but I closed my eyes to shoveling.â
âArthur, be careful. Keep your eyes open.â
With ether filling the shovel, if he accidentally hit his foot, he was liable to take off some toes. Kleio was rather embarrassed to see the calm and mature Isiel work so efficiently. The twins and Cel had taken to it shortly after, and within fifteen minutes, they had all taken their respective areas. Of course, Kleio didnât shovel. He knew how to, but he didnât say as much. In the first place, Cel had only retrieved five shovels from the warehouse; all of them have reached an agreement that they wouldnât give one to Kleio.
âWhat should we do if you hurt your back, or get some blisters, or fall? Lei, you stay there, and if needed, heal us.â
Kleio sat on the bench at the entrance, curled up with his sheepskin gloves, warm boots, and his coat that was unsuitable for work. However, he wasnât just waiting. He used this time to explain about the demon that might appear soon.
âBefore coming here, Mietsu and I drank all night. While we were, he said that there was a demon-like Pyton that couldnât be killed at this estate a thousand years ago.â
âReally, Kleio?â
âReally. Drinking didnât affect my ears.â
Arthur clicked his tongue as he moved a pile of hard ice and piled dirt.
âHa. Then it is what we came for!â
âYour master must also have a plan.â
Cel shrugged.
âWould he give us a tip if he thought that something like that would come out, or would he patrol by himself?â
âHeâs probably worried Arthur would run off into the mountains himself if he heard about it.â
âWell, enjoy your masterâs grace and shovel in this safe fortress.â
Kleio shook his head.
âIâm sorry, but I donât know if Mietsuâs feelings will work out. Iâve read about the beast: itâs a big, winged snake that can fly.â
The five looked up at the sky as one, but there werenât even birds in the gray clouds.
âThis citadel is an impregnable fortress from the ground, but itâs useless when it comes to an aerial attack.â
âRight, so listen carefully. The monsterâs weakness is its heart. A sword canât scratch its scales, but after putting ether into the sword, put it in the gap in the scales, and in that stateâ¦â
Kleio, turning on Memory as he spoke vaguely, described the demonic Pyton as it was described in the manuscript with his eyes on the sky. It was just an expression, but the children were considering it seriously. At this moment, Kleio felt like an unreachable prophet to them. If Kleio knew of it, he wouldâve run away, but what could be done? They all shared similar feelings that couldnât be specified in words. After speaking, Kleio noticed they had stopped shoveling and was confused by the oddly welcoming atmosphere flowing among the children.
âIs it alright? Do I need to explain it one more time?â
One beat later, the twins replied.
âNo, we understand.â
âBecause the blade canât penetrate the scales, we need to cooperate in groups of two to catch it.â
âYes, why do you have blank faces while youâre listening?â
âNo, we were curious what sort of book describes the beast in such detail.â
It was a manuscript, not a book. Kleio felt a stab in his heart as Lippi asked the question born out of pure curiosity.