Chapter 74: Fog
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Chapter 74: Fog
At the Knight Regiment Camp of the Steel Knights.
Malleus stared at the printed document distributed by a lower-ranking knight.
Location, organizer, number of participants, precautions, and rules
The document, concise and focused on essential details, clearly reflected the nature of the current Emperor, even without needing to meet him in person.
After taking a few sips of his coffee, Malleus slowly began to speak.
Lets conclude this ordinance here. Everyone, attend to your duties.
Captain.
Malleus lifted his head at the sound. A junior knight, still with hints of youth but no longer a novice, stood up and looked towards him.
Paulo Martini. A newcomer to the 2nd Unit of the Steel Knights.
What is it?
I have a few things to inquire about.
Paulo confidently began to speak.
I believe theres a missing detail on the document I received.
Whats that?
The event date isnt mentioned. I think this might be an administrative oversight from the organizers.
Hmm
Upon hearing Paulos words, Malleus glanced at his deputy.
Deputy.
Yes, Captain.
It seems some information wasnt relayed properly. This isnt a suitable question for a representative to be asking.
Well
As Malleus shot a sharp look, the deputy, turning slightly pale, shot a glance at the fearless newcomer.
However, Paulo, oblivious to any wrongdoing, just blinked in confusion.
That impudent
In a typical organizational society, when someone had a question or request, it was proper to report to a higher authority and receive instructions. But there was a limit to how far such norms should be followed.
This chick just shed his novice skin and dares to bluntly speak to the captain.
Under normal circumstances, he should be pulled aside and firmly reprimanded. However, no one, including Malleus, reproached him.
And for a good reason,
Paulo was representing the Steel Knights Regiment at this meeting.
He wore the badge of representation, bearing the expectations of those around him. There was no need to quash the spirit of a youth who, despite this pressure, still exuded confidence.
He had only been a full-fledged knight for a year, freshly receiving his knighthood from the Pope, and was currently basking in self-confidence.
Knowing what that felt like, Malleus refrained from criticizing or scolding the young Paulo.
Compared to the boy who came with his freshly cut throat, what Paulo did was
In a corner of his mind, Malleus thought of Shiron. In comparison to the boys endless troubles, Paulos rudeness was almost endearing. Malleus smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed.
Thats fine. It was the same 5 years ago. Even 10 or 20 years ago, the announcement never had the event date mentioned. So, sit down now.
Yes.
Paulo scratched the back of his head and took his seat, his youthful face flushing with embarrassment.
His eyes moved to the paper in front of him.
But it would stop right there.
Considering his close friend Hugo Prient, forcing a child, who was still wet behind the ears, would have been foolish.
Sometimes, the rumors of him being a little out of his mind seem to be true.
The Emperor suddenly recalled stories hed heard over the past few months while dining with Victor.
Chief Steward.
Yes, Your Majesty.
Inquire whether Shiron Prients mental state is not intact.
Hurry!
With the appearance of the fog, the tent village became a hubbub.
Merchants packed up their wares, and the camp attendants rolled up their sleeves, cleaning up the tents. Just the day before, it felt like a festival, but now a procession formed, resembling a war evacuation.
And then,
Ill say this again: never venture into the fog.
Johan relayed the precautions for the Subjugation Festival as he adjusted the leather belt. The leather armor, designed to be worn in multiple layers, was twisted to fit the smaller frame of Lucia.
The key is to focus on the enemy right in front of you. Also, maintain a good distance from the others and choose your spot well.
Because you might get hit by a blind swing, right?
Yes.
In response to Shiron, who answered for the silent Lucia, Johan clenched his eyes.
Its not about showing off Im saying this because Ive seen countless people over the years who panic and lose their senses due to the oncoming surge of magical creatures.
Johan turned his head and stared intently at Shiron.
Are you alright, young master?
Concern filled Johans eyes as he looked at Shiron. Whether due to the witchs ambush or the magical ambiance, a feeling of unease began to sprout in his heart.
Shiron just offered a reassuring smile.
Its okay. Ill just pretend to wave my sword around from the back.
Well, if you say so.
With a sigh of relief and a warm smile, Johan patted the backs of the two children. Without needing any more words from Johan, Shiron and Lucia began walking towards the fog.
The air was cold. Their bodies felt heavy.
These sensations were mere illusions caused by the thick magical aura.
Lucia glanced around.
Men in armor surrounded the fog, bearing flags, while inside the battle zone, dozens armed with weapons roamed, each finding their place.
Hey.
Lucia, drawing her black steel sword, spoke up. Her mood didnt seem too good, having been frowning and clenching her mouth tight for a while.
Be honest now. If you tell me now, I might spare you more than just a pinch.
She glared at the boy next to her.
This isnt a festival, is it?
What do you mean? It is a festival, isnt it?
Far in the distance, creatures began to emerge from the fog. Shiron gave Lucia a teasing smile.
I never lied to you.
As the wave of creatures enveloped them, Shiron disappeared from Lucias sight.
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Chapter 74: Fog
At the Knight Regiment Camp of the Steel Knights.
Malleus stared at the printed document distributed by a lower-ranking knight.
Location, organizer, number of participants, precautions, and rules
The document, concise and focused on essential details, clearly reflected the nature of the current Emperor, even without needing to meet him in person.
After taking a few sips of his coffee, Malleus slowly began to speak.
Lets conclude this ordinance here. Everyone, attend to your duties.
Captain.
Malleus lifted his head at the sound. A junior knight, still with hints of youth but no longer a novice, stood up and looked towards him.
Paulo Martini. A newcomer to the 2nd Unit of the Steel Knights.
What is it?
I have a few things to inquire about.
Paulo confidently began to speak.
I believe theres a missing detail on the document I received.
Whats that?
The event date isnt mentioned. I think this might be an administrative oversight from the organizers.
Hmm
Upon hearing Paulos words, Malleus glanced at his deputy.
Deputy.
Yes, Captain.
It seems some information wasnt relayed properly. This isnt a suitable question for a representative to be asking.
Well
As Malleus shot a sharp look, the deputy, turning slightly pale, shot a glance at the fearless newcomer.
However, Paulo, oblivious to any wrongdoing, just blinked in confusion.
That impudent
In a typical organizational society, when someone had a question or request, it was proper to report to a higher authority and receive instructions. But there was a limit to how far such norms should be followed.
This chick just shed his novice skin and dares to bluntly speak to the captain.
Under normal circumstances, he should be pulled aside and firmly reprimanded. However, no one, including Malleus, reproached him.
And for a good reason,
Paulo was representing the Steel Knights Regiment at this meeting.
He wore the badge of representation, bearing the expectations of those around him. There was no need to quash the spirit of a youth who, despite this pressure, still exuded confidence.
He had only been a full-fledged knight for a year, freshly receiving his knighthood from the Pope, and was currently basking in self-confidence.
Knowing what that felt like, Malleus refrained from criticizing or scolding the young Paulo.
Compared to the boy who came with his freshly cut throat, what Paulo did was
In a corner of his mind, Malleus thought of Shiron. In comparison to the boys endless troubles, Paulos rudeness was almost endearing. Malleus smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed.
Thats fine. It was the same 5 years ago. Even 10 or 20 years ago, the announcement never had the event date mentioned. So, sit down now.
Yes.
Paulo scratched the back of his head and took his seat, his youthful face flushing with embarrassment.
His eyes moved to the paper in front of him.
But it would stop right there.
Considering his close friend Hugo Prient, forcing a child, who was still wet behind the ears, would have been foolish.
Sometimes, the rumors of him being a little out of his mind seem to be true.
The Emperor suddenly recalled stories hed heard over the past few months while dining with Victor.
Chief Steward.
Yes, Your Majesty.
Inquire whether Shiron Prients mental state is not intact.
Hurry!
With the appearance of the fog, the tent village became a hubbub.
Merchants packed up their wares, and the camp attendants rolled up their sleeves, cleaning up the tents. Just the day before, it felt like a festival, but now a procession formed, resembling a war evacuation.
And then,
Ill say this again: never venture into the fog.
Johan relayed the precautions for the Subjugation Festival as he adjusted the leather belt. The leather armor, designed to be worn in multiple layers, was twisted to fit the smaller frame of Lucia.
The key is to focus on the enemy right in front of you. Also, maintain a good distance from the others and choose your spot well.
Because you might get hit by a blind swing, right?
Yes.
In response to Shiron, who answered for the silent Lucia, Johan clenched his eyes.
Its not about showing off Im saying this because Ive seen countless people over the years who panic and lose their senses due to the oncoming surge of magical creatures.
Johan turned his head and stared intently at Shiron.
Are you alright, young master?
Concern filled Johans eyes as he looked at Shiron. Whether due to the witchs ambush or the magical ambiance, a feeling of unease began to sprout in his heart.
Shiron just offered a reassuring smile.
Its okay. Ill just pretend to wave my sword around from the back.
Well, if you say so.
With a sigh of relief and a warm smile, Johan patted the backs of the two children. Without needing any more words from Johan, Shiron and Lucia began walking towards the fog.
The air was cold. Their bodies felt heavy.
These sensations were mere illusions caused by the thick magical aura.
Lucia glanced around.
Men in armor surrounded the fog, bearing flags, while inside the battle zone, dozens armed with weapons roamed, each finding their place.
Hey.
Lucia, drawing her black steel sword, spoke up. Her mood didnt seem too good, having been frowning and clenching her mouth tight for a while.
Be honest now. If you tell me now, I might spare you more than just a pinch.
She glared at the boy next to her.
This isnt a festival, is it?
What do you mean? It is a festival, isnt it?
Far in the distance, creatures began to emerge from the fog. Shiron gave Lucia a teasing smile.
I never lied to you.
As the wave of creatures enveloped them, Shiron disappeared from Lucias sight.
Chapter 74: FogAt the Knight Regiment Camp of the Steel Knights.Malleus stared at the printed document distributed by a lower-ranking knight.Location, organizer, number of participants, precautions, and rulesThe document, concise and focused on essential details, clearly reflected the nature of the current Emperor, even without needing to meet him in person.After taking a few sips of his coffee, Malleus slowly began to speak.Lets conclude this ordinance here. Everyone, attend to your duties.Captain.Malleus lifted his head at the sound. A junior knight, still with hints of youth but no longer a novice, stood up and looked towards him.Paulo Martini. A newcomer to the 2nd Unit of the Steel Knights.What is it?I have a few things to inquire about.Paulo confidently began to speak.I believe theres a missing detail on the document I received.Whats that?The event date isnt mentioned. I think this might be an administrative oversight from the organizers.HmmUpon hearing Paulos words, Malleus glanced at his deputy.Deputy.Yes, Captain.It seems some information wasnt relayed properly. This isnt a suitable question for a representative to be asking.WellAs Malleus shot a sharp look, the deputy, turning slightly pale, shot a glance at the fearless newcomer.However, Paulo, oblivious to any wrongdoing, just blinked in confusion.That impudentIn a typical organizational society, when someone had a question or request, it was proper to report to a higher authority and receive instructions. But there was a limit to how far such norms should be followed.This chick just shed his novice skin and dares to bluntly speak to the captain.Under normal circumstances, he should be pulled aside and firmly reprimanded. However, no one, including Malleus, reproached him.And for a good reason,Paulo was representing the Steel Knights Regiment at this meeting.He wore the badge of representation, bearing the expectations of those around him. There was no need to quash the spirit of a youth who, despite this pressure, still exuded confidence.He had only been a full-fledged knight for a year, freshly receiving his knighthood from the Pope, and was currently basking in self-confidence.Knowing what that felt like, Malleus refrained from criticizing or scolding the young Paulo.Compared to the boy who came with his freshly cut throat, what Paulo did wasIn a corner of his mind, Malleus thought of Shiron. In comparison to the boys endless troubles, Paulos rudeness was almost endearing. Malleus smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed.Thats fine. It was the same 5 years ago. Even 10 or 20 years ago, the announcement never had the event date mentioned. So, sit down now.Yes.Paulo scratched the back of his head and took his seat, his youthful face flushing with embarrassment.His eyes moved to the paper in front of him.But it would stop right there.Considering his close friend Hugo Prient, forcing a child, who was still wet behind the ears, would have been foolish.Sometimes, the rumors of him being a little out of his mind seem to be true.The Emperor suddenly recalled stories hed heard over the past few months while dining with Victor.Chief Steward.Yes, Your Majesty.Inquire whether Shiron Prients mental state is not intact.Hurry!With the appearance of the fog, the tent village became a hubbub.Merchants packed up their wares, and the camp attendants rolled up their sleeves, cleaning up the tents. Just the day before, it felt like a festival, but now a procession formed, resembling a war evacuation.And then,Ill say this again: never venture into the fog.Johan relayed the precautions for the Subjugation Festival as he adjusted the leather belt. The leather armor, designed to be worn in multiple layers, was twisted to fit the smaller frame of Lucia.The key is to focus on the enemy right in front of you. Also, maintain a good distance from the others and choose your spot well.Because you might get hit by a blind swing, right?Yes.In response to Shiron, who answered for the silent Lucia, Johan clenched his eyes.Its not about showing off Im saying this because Ive seen countless people over the years who panic and lose their senses due to the oncoming surge of magical creatures.Johan turned his head and stared intently at Shiron.Are you alright, young master?Concern filled Johans eyes as he looked at Shiron. Whether due to the witchs ambush or the magical ambiance, a feeling of unease began to sprout in his heart.Shiron just offered a reassuring smile.Its okay. Ill just pretend to wave my sword around from the back.Well, if you say so.With a sigh of relief and a warm smile, Johan patted the backs of the two children. Without needing any more words from Johan, Shiron and Lucia began walking towards the fog.The air was cold. Their bodies felt heavy.These sensations were mere illusions caused by the thick magical aura.Lucia glanced around.Men in armor surrounded the fog, bearing flags, while inside the battle zone, dozens armed with weapons roamed, each finding their place.Hey.Lucia, drawing her black steel sword, spoke up. Her mood didnt seem too good, having been frowning and clenching her mouth tight for a while.Be honest now. If you tell me now, I might spare you more than just a pinch.She glared at the boy next to her.This isnt a festival, is it?What do you mean? It is a festival, isnt it?Far in the distance, creatures began to emerge from the fog. Shiron gave Lucia a teasing smile.I never lied to you.As the wave of creatures enveloped them, Shiron disappeared from Lucias sight.
