[B1] Chapter 36: Long live Lord Silverblade
Elena busily began her preparations, with a group of women briskly joining her side. They helped her wash and cut the vegetables, eager to assist in any way they could.
One woman, with a kind smile, offered a container of oil and a pinch of salt, "Lady Elena, Elder Morin himself sent these."
Elena nodded with a sweet smile, arranging them nearby.
As they noticed the vegetables they were working with, their expressions changed subtly; they exchanged surprised and puzzled glances at the new shade of the veggies.
The vibrant and unique colors were noticeably different from the usual produce they were familiar with. They looked at each other with raised eyebrows and shared silent questions, but none voiced their concerns, possibly out of respect or sheer curiosity regarding the unfamiliar but dark varieties.
It was going to be a rather unique dish Elena was making with these ingredients; she thought it would be better if they had some rice.
Meanwhile, Mira approached with a chair in hand, offering it to Theo with a gracious smile, "Lord Baron, please sit here."
Theo, not wanting to hurt her feelings, patted her head in appreciation and took a seat. Although the chair was clearly not built for his large frame, its open design on three sides allowed him to sit comfortably.
As he sat there, Theo's gaze finally landed on Mira, standing nearby with a bright expression on her face. Although she seemed to be around sixteen years of age, Mira had a slender, almost fragile build. Her brown hair flowed gracefully down to her waist. It was neatly tied back with a hair clip, intricately shaped like a delicate butterfly, showcasing the fine artistry of its design. The young girl stood at a height slightly similar to Elena.
Though Mira was undeniably beautiful, she still paled in comparison to Elena. Mira’s beauty was innocent, reminiscent of a child who had been doted upon, perhaps spoiled by her Mother and older brother, Rolan. Yet, different to that innocence, Theo could see a certain wisdom in her gaze - the kind that surfaces from enduring hardships, a depth of understanding not normal for someone her age.
However, what he noticed the most was the strange glint in Mira's eyes that were peeking at him. It was as if he was someone special to her. But Theo could somewhat understand the root of that emotion. After all, he had provided the precious elixir that had likely cured her from the sickness.
Shifting his gaze away from Mira's thoughtful stare, he noticed the villagers were murmuring amongst themselves. Theo's brow furrowed in confusion.
After a few moments, a middle-aged man, seemingly pushed by someone from behind, nearly stumbled in front of Theo. He looked back, feeling betrayed, with a hint of annoyance evident. "Hey, who pushed me?"
Regaining his composure, he then found himself face-to-face with Theo, and he nervously scratched his head and stuttered, "My Lord... Umm... I wanted to—wanted to say..."
His voice trailed off, creating a brief silence, until a woman with some courage stepped in. Her hands, worn from years of hard work, began to speak. "Lord Silverblade, although we're grateful for the food that you have arranged for us, our problems don't end there."
She paused for a moment, catching her breath, and Theo raised his eyebrows at her words, wondering what else they wanted to say, as the lady wasn't clear with her words.
The quiet hum of villagers' whispers grew louder, and seeing the boy's puzzled expression, a man with a rough beard jumped in, "My Lord, the land inside these walls is limited. Growing crops outside these walls is risky with the dangerous forest nearby. Wild beasts can attack us and destroy the crops anytime."
Joining the conversation, an elderly woman added, "And our clothes. They’re worn out and thin. Winters are harsh on my old bones. There's no nearby market, and I don't have enough funds to buy from the city."
Taking a step forward, a young mother, clutching her baby close, voiced her concern, "Our homes leak when it rains, and it gets unbearably cold during winters. I can endure it, but how will my newborn child live in that harsh condition... Please, my lord, help us."
The villagers nodded in agreement, and then Mira’s brother - Rolan pointed out another issue, "And, Lord Baron, we don’t have a fast way of transportation to reach Ironkeep City like other places do. Traveling takes too long."
One by one, they all voiced the demands that had been pent up for unknown years. They never got a chance to express them before, since the old Baron didn't bother to talk to the villagers and, after he left, the village was neglected. And when this new Baron came, he stayed in his mansion for years. Today he finally showed up, so they seized the opportunity, seeing the Baron's kind-hearted nature, they didn't hesitate.
However, this was all new for Theo. Yet it wasn't hard for him to grasp because, previously, he was the heir of one of the wealthiest companies on modern Earth, and he was mentored by the owner himself. His grandfather had taught him how to be a great leader, a savvy businessman, and also a formidable swordsman. Moreover, he possessed a demonic farm which produced some abnormal crops, but he knew he could use them for his advantages if he played his cards right.
Finally, he responded, "I've recently recovered from an illness. I'll need some time to address your concerns. Since you all have waited this long, please wait a little more... For now, I will just be able to handle the food problem. In the coming future, maybe in several months, I will try addressing these issues."
As they listened to his words, a kind of strange silence enveloped the surroundings, their facial expressions changing subtly as they processed what he just said. It wasn't a grand speech filled with fancy words, but a straightforward promise from someone who, they felt, was just like them but with the power to make changes. Their faces lit up, their eyes reflecting a cautious kind of hope mixed with surprise as they started looking at each other, nodding and whispering.
A few elderly folks exchanged meaningful glances, and their wrinkled faces broke into genuine smiles, an emotion that seemed to have been forgotten for years. Even the youngsters felt a strange kind of joy bubbling up in their hearts, a feeling that things were about to change, really change.
Then someone shouted, breaking the thick atmosphere of tense silence, "Long live Lord Silverblade!" It was a simple, heartfelt shout, but it resonated with everyone there, and soon others joined in, their voices rising in a harmonious chorus, reflecting their united hopes and dreams, "Bless our young Baron!"
Some were still doubtful, due to the past disappointments, but even they couldn't completely resist the infectious energy around them. It felt like, after a very long time, the village was truly alive with a rhythm of hope and expectation, with every heartbeat reverberating, "May Lord Silverblade lead us to better days!"
It wasn't just the words Theo had spoken but the sincere way he spoke them, the resolute glint in his eyes, and the approachable demeanor that made them want to believe again, to hope again. It was as if they were all allowing themselves to dream of a brighter, happier future under the young Baron's lead.
As the crowd’s cheers and praises echoed around the village, the rhythmic sound of marching footsteps gradually overtook the joyful noise. The villagers in the back started to quiet down one by one, their expressions shifting from joy to a caution and fear as they recognized the new arrivals. The noise caused by the villagers' uncontrolled emotions had managed to attract attention.
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[B1] Chapter 36: Long live Lord Silverblade
Elena busily began her preparations, with a group of women briskly joining her side. They helped her wash and cut the vegetables, eager to assist in any way they could.
One woman, with a kind smile, offered a container of oil and a pinch of salt, "Lady Elena, Elder Morin himself sent these."
Elena nodded with a sweet smile, arranging them nearby.
As they noticed the vegetables they were working with, their expressions changed subtly; they exchanged surprised and puzzled glances at the new shade of the veggies.
The vibrant and unique colors were noticeably different from the usual produce they were familiar with. They looked at each other with raised eyebrows and shared silent questions, but none voiced their concerns, possibly out of respect or sheer curiosity regarding the unfamiliar but dark varieties.
It was going to be a rather unique dish Elena was making with these ingredients; she thought it would be better if they had some rice.
Meanwhile, Mira approached with a chair in hand, offering it to Theo with a gracious smile, "Lord Baron, please sit here."
Theo, not wanting to hurt her feelings, patted her head in appreciation and took a seat. Although the chair was clearly not built for his large frame, its open design on three sides allowed him to sit comfortably.
As he sat there, Theo's gaze finally landed on Mira, standing nearby with a bright expression on her face. Although she seemed to be around sixteen years of age, Mira had a slender, almost fragile build. Her brown hair flowed gracefully down to her waist. It was neatly tied back with a hair clip, intricately shaped like a delicate butterfly, showcasing the fine artistry of its design. The young girl stood at a height slightly similar to Elena.
Though Mira was undeniably beautiful, she still paled in comparison to Elena. Mira’s beauty was innocent, reminiscent of a child who had been doted upon, perhaps spoiled by her Mother and older brother, Rolan. Yet, different to that innocence, Theo could see a certain wisdom in her gaze - the kind that surfaces from enduring hardships, a depth of understanding not normal for someone her age.
However, what he noticed the most was the strange glint in Mira's eyes that were peeking at him. It was as if he was someone special to her. But Theo could somewhat understand the root of that emotion. After all, he had provided the precious elixir that had likely cured her from the sickness.
Shifting his gaze away from Mira's thoughtful stare, he noticed the villagers were murmuring amongst themselves. Theo's brow furrowed in confusion.
After a few moments, a middle-aged man, seemingly pushed by someone from behind, nearly stumbled in front of Theo. He looked back, feeling betrayed, with a hint of annoyance evident. "Hey, who pushed me?"
Regaining his composure, he then found himself face-to-face with Theo, and he nervously scratched his head and stuttered, "My Lord... Umm... I wanted to—wanted to say..."
His voice trailed off, creating a brief silence, until a woman with some courage stepped in. Her hands, worn from years of hard work, began to speak. "Lord Silverblade, although we're grateful for the food that you have arranged for us, our problems don't end there."
She paused for a moment, catching her breath, and Theo raised his eyebrows at her words, wondering what else they wanted to say, as the lady wasn't clear with her words.
The quiet hum of villagers' whispers grew louder, and seeing the boy's puzzled expression, a man with a rough beard jumped in, "My Lord, the land inside these walls is limited. Growing crops outside these walls is risky with the dangerous forest nearby. Wild beasts can attack us and destroy the crops anytime."
Joining the conversation, an elderly woman added, "And our clothes. They’re worn out and thin. Winters are harsh on my old bones. There's no nearby market, and I don't have enough funds to buy from the city."
Taking a step forward, a young mother, clutching her baby close, voiced her concern, "Our homes leak when it rains, and it gets unbearably cold during winters. I can endure it, but how will my newborn child live in that harsh condition... Please, my lord, help us."
The villagers nodded in agreement, and then Mira’s brother - Rolan pointed out another issue, "And, Lord Baron, we don’t have a fast way of transportation to reach Ironkeep City like other places do. Traveling takes too long."
One by one, they all voiced the demands that had been pent up for unknown years. They never got a chance to express them before, since the old Baron didn't bother to talk to the villagers and, after he left, the village was neglected. And when this new Baron came, he stayed in his mansion for years. Today he finally showed up, so they seized the opportunity, seeing the Baron's kind-hearted nature, they didn't hesitate.
However, this was all new for Theo. Yet it wasn't hard for him to grasp because, previously, he was the heir of one of the wealthiest companies on modern Earth, and he was mentored by the owner himself. His grandfather had taught him how to be a great leader, a savvy businessman, and also a formidable swordsman. Moreover, he possessed a demonic farm which produced some abnormal crops, but he knew he could use them for his advantages if he played his cards right.
Finally, he responded, "I've recently recovered from an illness. I'll need some time to address your concerns. Since you all have waited this long, please wait a little more... For now, I will just be able to handle the food problem. In the coming future, maybe in several months, I will try addressing these issues."
As they listened to his words, a kind of strange silence enveloped the surroundings, their facial expressions changing subtly as they processed what he just said. It wasn't a grand speech filled with fancy words, but a straightforward promise from someone who, they felt, was just like them but with the power to make changes. Their faces lit up, their eyes reflecting a cautious kind of hope mixed with surprise as they started looking at each other, nodding and whispering.
A few elderly folks exchanged meaningful glances, and their wrinkled faces broke into genuine smiles, an emotion that seemed to have been forgotten for years. Even the youngsters felt a strange kind of joy bubbling up in their hearts, a feeling that things were about to change, really change.
Then someone shouted, breaking the thick atmosphere of tense silence, "Long live Lord Silverblade!" It was a simple, heartfelt shout, but it resonated with everyone there, and soon others joined in, their voices rising in a harmonious chorus, reflecting their united hopes and dreams, "Bless our young Baron!"
Some were still doubtful, due to the past disappointments, but even they couldn't completely resist the infectious energy around them. It felt like, after a very long time, the village was truly alive with a rhythm of hope and expectation, with every heartbeat reverberating, "May Lord Silverblade lead us to better days!"
It wasn't just the words Theo had spoken but the sincere way he spoke them, the resolute glint in his eyes, and the approachable demeanor that made them want to believe again, to hope again. It was as if they were all allowing themselves to dream of a brighter, happier future under the young Baron's lead.
As the crowd’s cheers and praises echoed around the village, the rhythmic sound of marching footsteps gradually overtook the joyful noise. The villagers in the back started to quiet down one by one, their expressions shifting from joy to a caution and fear as they recognized the new arrivals. The noise caused by the villagers' uncontrolled emotions had managed to attract attention.
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