Volume 3, Part 3, Bosuntar Kingdom
Chapter 0510 Exiting the Jungle
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"Abel… why are we walking through a jungle… or rather, a dense rainforest?"
"…Because the Dragon King's city is in the jungle, obviously. There's no way around it."
Ryo and Abel were once again making their way through the dense jungle.
As Abel had said, they needed to cross it… to continue on their journey.
"I feel like we've been walking through jungles ever since we got caught up in Djinn Garwin's magic outburst and teleported here."
"Now that you mention it…we had to trek through a jungle when we first went from the coastline to Manyamya City too."
"Ah, how nostalgic. It feels like it was years ago."
It hadn't even been six months.
"Time really flies. Maybe we'll meet Dragon King Nullus very soon."
"Could be."
"Abel, you might even become a grandpa before you know it."
"What…?! Even if time flies, it's not that fast."
Abel protested.
"Abel, you're skilled with a bow, right?"
"Yeah, I guess I can handle one decently enough."
Abel had once demonstrated exceptional archery skills during the Whitnash Port Festival.
His abilities were undoubtedly top-notch.
"There's a saying: 'Time flies like an arrow'. It reminds us that time moves swiftly. If you let your guard down, you'll become an old man before accomplishing anything."
"That's a fair point… So, the idea is to live every day to the fullest, right?"
"Exactly."
Abel nodded with determination, and Ryo nodded in agreement.
Thirty minutes later.
"Abel, let's stop for the day. I'm bored of looking at the same scenery over and over again."
"Wait a minute… weren't you just saying we should live every day to the fullest?"
The human heart is indeed fickle.
Six days after parting with Dragon King Nullus, the two finally emerged from the jungle.
"We're out at last!"
"Look at the vast grasslands! This is exactly the kind of view I was hoping for! "
Abel gave him a sidelong glance.
"You're just going to complain about the grasslands being monotonous next, aren't you?"
"How rude! My complaints are driven by a desire to use time creatively!"
"A desire to what now?"
"Uh, to engage in creative thinking… or something like that."
Ryo hurriedly explained, but in the end, Abel didn't seem to understand.
Tilting his head in confusion.
"Do you know, Abel? That certain environments make people more likely to have brilliant ideas? This has been known for over a thousand years!"
"Hohooo."
"There's an old saying by a scholar named Ouyang Xiu: The three places of inspiration are on horseback, on the pillow, and in the restroom."
"On horseback… as in, while riding a horse? That makes sense, I guess."
Abel nodded.
Perhaps from personal experience.
"Exactly. What I want to talk about today is 'on horseback'. It applies not just to riding a horse but to travel and movement in general. Traveling itself fosters inspiration. When you place yourself in a different environment, you tend to have fresh ideas. That's why famous authors of the past used to retreat to hot spring inns and produce masterpieces. Being constantly in an 'inspiration-boost' state makes it natural to create something better than if they wrote at home."
"I'm not sure I get the last part, but… are you saying a change of scenery helps?"
"Exactly."
"So… are you working on something that needs inspiration? Like a novel?"
"Uh? N-no… um…y-yes! I'm brainstorming ideas for the next volume of the 'Starving Swordsman Abel' series!"
"Ooh!"
Abel's expression grew suspicious.
"What's with that look? Don't you believe me?
"I believe the 'on horseback' idea, but believing you is another matter…"
"How mean…"
The two continued north across the grasslands.
"Hey, Ryo."
"What is it, Abel? There are no cakes here."
"Why would you think I'd ask for cake?"
"Well, it's nearly three in the afternoon. Time for a snack…"
"We didn't eat snacks while we were in the jungle either, right?"
"That's because the jungle was covered with trees blocking the sky. But here, the sky is open! Cakes could fall from it anytime."
"Not happening!"
The world, alas, is not that kind.
"Yeah, that was a bit far-fetched. I need to work on smoother transitions to make it more engaging… it's tough. Professionals in any field are amazing."
"Yeah, I have no idea what you're talking about, though."
Ryo gave a small shake of his head while Abel shook his head emphatically.
In the end, no cakes fell from the sky that day…
For dinner, they roasted a rabbit… just an ordinary animal, not a monster—with salt and pepper.
The day passed peacefully.
The next morning, trouble arose.
"Abel, we're being surrounded."
"What?"
Ryo announced as they finished breakfast, sipping coffee leisurely.
"They haven't fully encircled us, but their gear looks uniform. It's not bandits or highwaymen."
"Not adventurers either. Maybe knights or city guards."
"By the way, we're running low on coffee beans we brought from the Free City. We should restock soon. But…"
Ryo trailed off.
Glancing at the
"That thing stands out, doesn't it?"
"Yeah… it does."
Even though it was a small
When boarding the Grand Duchy's ship, they had carried it along with the rest of their luggage, but the weight of the gold coins made it quite heavy.
Carrying it individually wouldn't look natural, making travel difficult.
It would surely arouse suspicion.
"Why not… just report it and leave it in safekeeping?"
Five minutes later, the two were surrounded.
"We are the patrol squad from the city of Mifasoshi. We have some questions to ask as part of our duties."
"Ah, yes, yes. Thank you for your hard work. And what exactly would you like to ask?"
A group of twenty patrolmen had encircled Ryo and Abel. The leader, clad in what appeared to be the finest leather armor, stepped forward and addressed them.
Ryo responded with unnecessary politeness.
Dressed in a robe, with a slender frame and a gentle, soft demeanor, Ryo's respectful tone seemed to defuse any hostility in the patrol leader's voice.
By maintaining a calm and composed tone, one could often influence others to mirror that calmness.
An essential principle in conversation and negotiation.
"Hmm, commendable. I am Solon, the captain. A local hunter reported seeing smoke rising from this area yesterday evening. We came to investigate, and just now, we saw smoke again from afar. Both instances… were your doing, correct?"
"Yes, that is most likely the case."
Ryo answered with a nod.
He kept his response as brief as possible.
Providing only the bare minimum of information.
"Where have you come from? And where are you headed?"
"Okay. We came from the Free City… or rather, now the Autonomous City of Kwebasa. We are transporting goods north for trade."
"I see, merchants, then."
Ryo wasn't lying. It was Captain Solon who jumped to the conclusion that they were merchants.
"Hmm? Just now, you referred to Kwebasa as an Autonomous City after first calling it a Free City. Why the correction?"
"Ah, yes. The Free City of Kwebasa was recently occupied by the neighboring Atinjo Grand Duchy. A formal declaration was made that it would come under the Grand Duchy's protection. However, just a few days ago… the Grand Duchy granted it autonomy, so it is now known as the Autonomous City of Kwebasa."
"Is that true?!"
Captain Solon was visibly surprised by Ryo's explanation.
The patrolmen, still holding their spears, began whispering amongst themselves.
"You two… I need you to report this matter to the city's magistrate's office."
"Huh?"
And so, Ryo and Abel were escorted to the magistrate's office.
Not as prisoners.
But with utmost courtesy.
However…
"Is that… all of your belongings?"
Captain Solon's eyes fell on the ice chest at their feet.
The ice was cloudy, concealing its contents.
Protruding from the chest were rods of ice, making it easier for the two to carry it together…
"Yes, it contains our trade funds. We don't mind going to the city, but carrying this will take us some time…"
"That's fine. We will transport it for you."
At Solon's command, two particularly burly patrolmen stepped forward and hefted the ice chest.
"Ah, as expected, impressive strength. Thank you very much for your help."
Thus, Ryo and Abel headed toward the city's magistrate's office.
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The city of Mifasoshi.
A relatively large building with rows of wooden buildings.
"This place is quite different from the Central Countries, the archipelago region, and the autonomous city of Kwebasa."
"Indeed. There's not a single stone building here. Yet the population is significant. Perhaps tens of thousands."
Ryo and Abel spoke in hushed tones.
Of course, the patrol unit surrounding them couldn't discern their words, but it was evident they were conversing.
Even so, as they weren't being detained, they weren't forbidden to talk.
In fact, they were expected to provide valuable information to the deputy governor's office later, as collaborators rather than captives.
While they didn't need to act subservient, being overly haughty would also be inappropriate.
The two were escorted with extreme courtesy.
All the while, they endured the curious gazes of the townsfolk.
In front of the Deputy Governor's Office, Mifasoshi.
"Thanks to Abel, the stares from the townspeople were excruciating."
"How is that my fault?!"
"Your leather armor… it's cool, but it stands out a lot in the Eastern Countries."
"…Yeah, I was thinking the same. I should buy a cloak somewhere…"
Unbeknownst to Abel, it wasn't just his attire. Ryo's robe—befitting of a Fairy King and nothing short of dazzling—was also a reason for the stares…
But the oblivious wearer remained unaware.
The two were led into what seemed like a reception room and asked to wait.
It wasn't a detention room, at least.
However, no coffee or tea was served.
Meanwhile, two members of the patrol stood guard with spears at the door.
Likely to ensure Ryo and Abel didn't go anywhere…
Before entering the room, Abel had noticed something.
As soon as they sat down, he leaned toward Ryo and whispered.
"Ryo, did you cast something on me?"
"Yes,
"Cautious, aren't you?"
"Experience has made me wise."
Ryo nodded.
Before continuing.
"Abel, I've been in a similar situation before."
"Oh? When? In the Western Countries"
"Yeah. I was helping someone and waited like this. Expecting praise. Back then, they even served me coffee. But then, the people I helped brought their superior and soldiers to arrest me."
"That sounds… rough."
Ryo recounted the incident with the Mafalda Republic's Secret Service Agency.
At the time, a misunderstanding in their intel led to the mishap.
The soldiers surrounded him but didn't attack outright.
If they had, things could have gone very differently…
This time, Ryo had decided to act preemptively.
Five minutes later, the door opened, and two individuals entered.
One was Solon, the patrol captain.
The other was a woman in her sixties.
"I hear you have information regarding Kwebasa. Is that correct?"
"To the extent of our knowledge."
The woman asked, and Ryo answered politely.
Even offering a faint smile.
However, what occupied Ryo's thoughts was something else entirely.
(This woman… things might get a little complicated.)
Adjusting his approach on the spot, he introduced himself.
"I am Sue Ku, deputy governor of Mifasoshi."
Deputy governor Sue Ku greeted them politely.
"I am Ryo, from the Kingdom of Knightley in the Central Countries. We recently arrived from the Autonomous City of Kwebasa."
"…And I am Abel, also of Knightley."
After Ryo's explanation, Abel introduced himself in a similar manner, though with a slightly surprised expression.
It seemed he hadn't expected Ryo to openly mention their homeland.
"The Central Countries? That's quite far. Captain Solon's report didn't mention this."
"My apologies. I forgot to include that detail."
Ryo responded to Sue Ku's inquiry with a smile.
From a faint smile, his expression shifted to a full grin.
It was an innocent, pure smile… one without malice.
Deputy Governor Sue Ku remained silent for a moment but chose not to probe further, instead moving on to the main topic.
"The reason we requested the two of you to come to the deputy governor's office is as Captain Solon mentioned. We'd like you to share any information you have about Kwebasa, or even about the Grand Duchy."
"I see."
Deputy Governor Sue Ku posed the question, and Ryo nodded once in response.
Although he nodded, he didn't immediately begin to speak.
He maintained his smile.
As if waiting for Sue Ku to say more.
Abel noticed this and interpreted it as such.
Indeed…
"Of course, we don't expect you to share for free. We're prepared to offer fair compensation for valuable information."
"Thank you very much."
As Sue Ku said this, Ryo immediately expressed gratitude and bowed slightly.
Then, he continued,
"That said, there's quite a lot of information to cover… would it be alright if you asked specific questions. And I responded accordingly?"
"That's fine. Let's start with…"
Thus began a back-and-forth exchange of questions from Deputy Governor Sue Ku and answers from Ryo.
Ryo primarily shared information that any resident of Kwebasa would know, answering honestly.
However, he avoided mentioning certain sensitive topics, such as the true identity of Duke Helb or the matter of the Blue Island.
Instead, he stuck to details made public through government announcements or official reports.
The Q&A session lasted over an hour, and by the end, Deputy Governor Sue Ku appeared satisfied.
"Thank you. I'm grateful to have obtained information that has yet to reach us here in Mifasoshi."
Sue Ku bowed her head to express her gratitude.
"Not at all. I'm glad I could be of help."
Ryo, who had maintained a smile throughout the exchange, gave a small nod, still smiling.
With that, Deputy Governor Sue Ku shifted to a new topic.
"You mentioned to Captain Solon that you came from Kwebasa and planned to head north?"
"Yes. To be more precise, to Jonjon in the Bosunta Kingdom."
"I see, to Jonjon. Were you aware that Mifasoshi is a city in the Bosuntar Kingdom…?"
"To be honest, we didn't know. We were traveling to Jonjon by ship, but it sank. We managed to make it to land and headed north, where your patrol team found us."
"I see."
Ryo explained, and Deputy Governor Sue Ku nodded in understanding.
However, Abel noticed a brief sharpness in Sue Ku's gaze.
"I'm grateful for the information you've shared. However… I cannot simply allow anyone to head to the capital, Jonjon. Do you have any credentials to verify your identities?"
"In that case…"
Ryo said as he reached into his bag and pulled out an envelope.
"This is a letter of introduction from Duke Helb of the Atinjo Grand Duchy. He gave it to us to use in Jonjon."
Ryo handed the envelope to Sue Ku.
Who removed the letter and read it carefully.
"I see. Duke Helb, the Grand Duke's younger brother and a renowned practitioner of sorcery. For someone of his stature to write a letter of introduction… you two must be significant figures."
"Not at all. Duke Helb is stationed as an ambassador in Kwebasa… And we were fortunate enough to meet him there. He kindly wrote this letter for us. Truly a very approachable individual."
Ryo deflected Sue Ku's probing with a smile.
Sue Ku scrutinized Ryo for a moment before looking back at the letter.
"I don't mean to doubt you, but I'd like to confirm the authenticity of this letter. May I hold onto it for a while?"
"…Of course. As long as you provide a receipt for it, I have no objections."
Ryo hesitated for a moment.
But quickly responded.
"A receipt?"
"Yes. A written acknowledgment that states you've taken custody of Duke Helb's letter of introduction."
"Understood. I'll have one issued shortly."
"Thank you."
(A receipt? I've never heard of that…)
Abel thought to himself.
Perhaps everyone but Ryo was thinking the same thing.
"We'll arrange accommodations for the two of you. As a gesture of gratitude for the information and for borrowing the letter. We'll also assign members of the patrol team to accompany you. Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."
"Thank you very much."
Ryo bowed deeply to Sue Ku's offer.
Of course, he fully understood that they were being put under surveillance.
The patrol team's 'escort' was also meant to keep an eye on them.
Even so, Ryo accepted this as an unavoidable reality…
Still, he believed in playing every possible card.
"By the way, I'd like to buy a cloak for Abel here. As he is now, he draws a lot of attention. Could you recommend a good clothing store?"
"A clothing store?"
"Yes. Someplace where we could shop… Of course, it would be reassuring to have the patrol team accompany us for protection during the trip."
"Understood."
Sue Ku said, glancing behind her.
At Captain Solon of the patrol team, who nodded in response.
Thus, Ryo and Abel were finally allowed to leave the deputy governor's office.
With 'escort' in tow.
As they walked to their lodging under escort.
The patrol team surrounded them, two in front and two behind.
Still, speaking in low voices seemed unlikely to be overheard.
"Hey, Ryo. Why were you so honest with the deputy governor earlier?"
"Well… that deputy reminded me of His Majesty Roberto Pirlo of the Union."
Roberto Pirlo, the former king of the Capitone Kingdom—one of the ten great nations of the Union.
He and Ryo were together as part of the delegation to the Western Countries.
Despite being 75 years old, Pirlo exemplified the power of a strong magician…
Thirteen years ago, during the 'Great War' between the Kingdom and the Union, he fought on the frontlines as a magician.
Even while serving as the reigning king.
Even veteran magicians like Ilarion Baraha and Arthur Verasis from the Kingdom had struggled against him.
Roberto Pirlo had an innate ability to sense magic and magic power.
A skill common among elite like Ryo but less so among magicians of the Central Countries, who often relied on chanting.
When Ryo looked at Sue Ku, he instantly recognized her as a seasoned magician or sorcerer.
With extensive experience and insight.
Sue Ku might even deduce that Ryo and Abel were not from the Eastern Countries based on their attire.
That was the aura that reminded Ryo of Roberto Pirlo.
"I see. So… what do you think will happen next?"
"What will happen…? All we can do is wait."
"Hmm."
"The letter of introduction is essentially a hostage… well, not a person, but still."
"Even without it, we'd manage, right?"
"Of course. But they haven't deemed us enemies yet, so there's no need for us to make them adversaries. If we're lucky, they might even assist us in getting to the capital."
Ryo grinned.
Mischievously… a smug, theatrical smile…
"True… besides, going through the jungle again would be a nightmare."
"Exactly…"
Both Ryo and Abel let out small sighs.
However, if an ordinary adventurer saw how effortlessly they had navigated the jungle and heard their complaints, they would likely be furious.
Because to the average adventurer, the two of them basically went on a stroll.
For most adventurers, traversing the jungle is an arduous ordeal…
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The two individuals had left the deputy governor's office. In the deputy governor's office.
"That was very interesting."
Deputy Governor Sue Ku said, sipping her tea.
In front of her sat Captain Solon, also sipping tea.
"Those two were in front of the 'Unwandering Forest', weren't they?"
"Yes. It seems they were there at least from yesterday evening to this morning."
"From the Autonomous City of Kwebasa to Jonjon. The ship sank, and they proceeded on land… Then they ended up in front of the 'Unwandering Forest'. If we consider it straightforwardly, they passed through the forest…"
"That would be the case. But that's impossible…"
"Yes, impossible. Because no one can venture deep into the 'Unwandering Forest'."
Deputy Governor Sue Ku muttered.
The dense jungle that Ryo and Abel emerged from, where the Dragon King's city was located, was known to be vast and immense. But how vast it was and what lay within it, no one knew.
This was because anyone who tried to venture deeper would find themselves inexplicably back at their starting point.
For as long as anyone could remember.
The name 'Unwandering Forest' came from the inability to venture into its depths or even get lost in it.
Yet, those two seemed to have managed to pass through the forest.
How in the world did they do it?
The answer would remain a mystery.
Even those two likely didn't know the exact details.
Deputy Governor Sue Ku shook her head slightly and shifted her thoughts to another matter.
"Is there a possibility that those two are spies from the Atinjo Grand Duchy…?"
"Unlikely."
Captain Solon answered firmly to Deputy Governor Sue Ku's question.
"If they were spies, they would have been more discreet."
"True."
Captain Solon smiled wryly, and Deputy Governor Sue Ku nodded in agreement.
The letter of introduction from Duke Helb had been decisive.
It would be highly unnatural for spies to present a letter indicating deep ties with Duke Helb themselves.
"However, that swordsman… Abel, was it? He is a terrifyingly skilled individual."
Captain Solon returned to a serious expression.
"For someone once called the 'Sword of the Nation' to say that…"
"You flatter me. That was a long time ago."
"Then, could they be assassins?"
"No… they stand out far too much for an assassin either."
Captain Solon shook his head. And continued.
"However, Sue-sama seemed particularly cautious about the one in the robe."
"You noticed that? As expected."
Deputy Governor Sue Ku said, frowning and nodding.
Then, she continued.
"That robed man, Ryo-dono… he is a monster."
"What?"
Captain Solon was taken aback by Deputy Governor Sue Ku's words.
"What do you mean?"
"He is a magician. Not a sorcerer, but a magician. Both of them were enveloped in some form of magic, so that much is certain. However… I couldn't sense any magic power emanating from him."
"…Sue-sama, you can sense magic power from people. And everyone, to varying degrees, emits magic power from their bodies."
"Yes. But from Ryo-dono, there was nothing at all."
"Is such a thing possible?"
"Of course not. That's why I said it. He is a monster."
What Deputy Governor Sue Ku whispered echoed words once spoken by Roberto Pirlo to Guard Captain Groen and murmured by Bandelsh, chairman of the Blue Jade Trading Company in Manyamya.
The exceptional recognizes the exceptional.
This phrase might not only refer to skill but also to a person's caliber.
"It is a great help that Captain Solon's First Squad, under your leadership, handled the matter among the patrol team. Just like the escort at the inn this time, the elite squad will remain close to those two. Whether those two are enemies or allies, they are not individuals we can afford to let out of our sight."
"What do you think should be done about them… Sue-sama?"
"To be honest, I don't know. Ideally, they would leave the city without incident, but… I doubt that will happen."
"Is that your intuition?"
"Yes, it is."
Deputy Governor Sue Ku shrugged as Captain Solon frowned and asked.
Her intuition was notoriously accurate.
"We'll also have the intelligence department assist us…"
"Understood. I will coordinate with them."
"I will inform Director Mogok of the Intelligence Department myself."
Ten Minutes Later, the Intelligence Department Director's Office, within the Deputy Governor's Office.
"Sue-sama, you've come in person regarding the two individuals in question, haven't you?"
"Indeed, as you've surmised, Director Mogok."
Greeting her was Director Mogok of the Intelligence Department, a man in his fifties with dark skin and half-gray, half-black hair.
He was responsible for overseeing intelligence operations in the western half of the Bosuntar Kingdom, based in Mifasoshi.
Like Deputy Governor Sue Ku, he was a key figure in the kingdom.
"The fact that they might have come from the 'Unwandering Forest'. Makes them individuals the Intelligence Department cannot ignore. Furthermore, the swordsman is reportedly highly skilled."
"If you're already aware of that much, this will be quick. Captain Solon's first squad is handling their 'escort'. I'd like your department to monitor them as well."
"Of course, that's fine, but… what specific information do you need?"
"Everything."
When Director Mogok posed the question, Deputy Governor Sue Ku responded without hesitation.
"What they do out of the patrol unit's sight, what their true intentions are…"
"I see. Well, the patrol unit's escort is limited to outside their room, after all. Understood. I will report back with everything they do beyond the patrol unit's gaze."
"I appreciate it."
With that, Sue Ku rose to her feet.
Intending to leave the room right away, but…
"Director Mogok, are you all right?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You look tired."
"Oh… that's embarrassing."
Director Mogok, being a high-ranking official in the Intelligence Department, is a meticulous individual with few flaws, even in his personal life.
It's rare for signs of fatigue to show on his face while on duty.
Even now, most people wouldn't notice his exhaustion.
However, Deputy Governor Sue Ku could sense it.
Having known Mogok since their families were connected long ago, Sue Ku was attuned to even the slightest changes.
"My daughter…"
"…Mifa?"
"Yes…"
That alone was enough for them to understand.
It was about Mogok's second daughter, Mifa.
"She'll be heading to the capital soon, won't she?"
"Yes…"
Mogok replied before letting out a heavy sigh.
He continued in a murmuring tone.
"I wonder why she turned out like this…"
"Living by the sword isn't a bad thing…"
Sue Ku, who had also devoted much of her life to magic, responded with a faint smile.
When someone dedicates themselves too much to a single pursuit, those around them often worry.
Sue Ku understood this all too well from her own experiences.
"Besides, with her exceptional swordsmanship, that's why Princess Shio Fen personally chose her as a maidservant, isn't it? Well, they grew up like sisters to begin with."
"Yes, I'm aware. I'm proud of her as a parent… I'm grateful for her dedication to the sword, all for the princess… But as a maidservant, being skilled with a sword alone won't suffice…"
"That's true…"
Sue Ku also understood.
Why Mogok was troubled.
At the same time, she realized this was ultimately a matter of Mogok's feelings and worries…
The next day.
Ryo and Abel headed to a clothing store in the morning.
As expected, two patrol guards followed them closely.
"Abel, you're definitely attracting the attention of everyone in the city. Deciding to buy you a cloak right away was the right move. Once you wear it…"
"Do you really think wearing a cloak will stop these stares?"
Abel replied, glancing at the patrol guards trailing them.
"There's a chance. Maybe one percent."
"Exactly. The stares are because of the patrol guards following us."
"That's true, but it can't be helped. A dangerous swordsman like you needs to be monitored under the guise of an escort."
"It's not just me. Ryo, I'm pretty sure others are watching us besides those two guards."
"Ah, your usual! Someone's watching us sense? My magic confirms it. We're being monitored by a group of four. Unlike the patrol guards, these guys are probably from the intelligence or espionage department."
Ryo was no stranger to being watched, especially given his experiences in the western countries.
"Well, it can't be helped."
"Yeah, it can't."
Both Abel and Ryo resigned themselves to the situation.
At the very least, the surveillance also served as protection.
"They'll probably prevent bad guys from attacking us."
"Let's just hope the ones guarding and watching us don't turn into the bad guys themselves."
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The clothing store recommended by the deputy governor's office offered a rich selection.
Next door, a tailor shop from the same chain was also open, catering to both ready-made and custom orders.
"Are you sure you're okay with just an off-the-shelf cloak? We have plenty of money, you know?"
"I don't know how long we'll be staying in this city. Besides, as long as the cloak is sturdy, that's good enough, right?"
"You're surprisingly frugal for a king, Abel. Though being too extravagant would be a problem too."
"Is that even related?"
Ryo's image of a 'king' was someone who spent money lavishly… perhaps not excessively, but at least someone who didn't hesitate to spend on quality items.
"I get that good things cost money. It's just that I don't often feel like buying good things…"
"You're a swordsman, Abel. You should get quality weapons… then again, that sword of yours already stands out. It doesn't look like it needs a replacement."
"Ah, this one? I just happened to pick it up from a corner somewhere… but I've grown quite attached to it."
Abel said this while tapping the hilt of his sword with his right hand.
Since becoming an adventurer, it had been his companion through countless life-or-death situations.
Growing attached to it was only natural.
"By 'corner,' you mean a corner of the royal treasury, right?"
"Yes, that's correct."
"I'd love to see inside someday. There must be some amazing alchemy tools in there!"
"Probably, but even if there are, you won't get your hands on them."
"Why not?!"
"It's the kingdom's property. Unless there's a compelling reason, I can't just give it away. It's not something I can decide on my own."
"Even though you're the king?"
"A king is merely the kingdom's administrator. The kingdom doesn't belong entirely to the king. In fact, royal family assets and state assets are separate. While I can use royal family assets to some extent… even those come with responsibilities to my descendants, so I can't be too careless."
"Being a king doesn't seem very free…"
"Well… that's just how it is."
Ryo sighed softly, and Abel replied with a wry smile.
That said, today's priority was buying a cloak for Abel.
He would be paying with the money he had earned since leaving Manyamya, with no need for hesitation.
"A black cloak would look cool."
"Ah, this one, right?"
Seeing Abel stop and gaze at a particular cloak, Ryo gave him a gentle nudge forward.
The black cloak was both practical and had a touch of elegance.
Cloaks have been used throughout the world and across many eras.
Their versatility and usefulness make them indispensable.
For adventurers, what are the uses of a cloak?
First, as protection against the cold.
Even a single layer can provide surprising warmth.
Next, as armor.
A sturdy cloak can deflect flimsy arrows.
There are even techniques that involve using a cloak to deflect multiple arrows.
Abel, of course, knows these skills…
Additionally, a cloak serves as protection against dirt.
Most adventurers' cloaks are easy to wash with water.
When wearing a cloak, even formal attire remains clean, making it suitable for audiences with nobles.
The black cloak Abel was eyeing didn't seem particularly stiff.
Its clasp was silver.
And the craftsmanship from the shoulders to the back was uniquely distinctive.
"This cloak seems designed for someone like you, Abel, who carries a sword on their back."
"Yeah. Even with the cloak on, I can draw my sword without hindrance."
This feature appeared to be the biggest draw for Abel.
The cloak was reinforced subtly with layered leather or something similar to prevent it from being cut when drawing the sword quickly.
The reinforcement was so meticulously done that it was barely noticeable unless closely inspected.
Abel lifted the cloak and examined its interior.
"This is…"
"Bright red…"
The inside of the cloak was red.
Contrasting with its black exterior.
"Red and black… Stendhal."
Ryo muttered the words instinctively.
When one hears 'red and black', Stendhal naturally comes to mind.
It's common knowledge for any well-read individual.
However, Ryo hadn't actually read Stendhal's novel 'The Red and the Black'…
"But this is definitely a cloak for a high-ranking swordsman like you, Abel."
"Why do you say that?"
"The red interior conceals blood splatter, doesn't it? It's almost as if it's encouraging you to stain it even redder with blood."
"…Or to hide the blood when I'm wounded?"
"That's a possibility too! This cloak lets you keep fighting no matter how much you're hurt!"
"That's hardly reassuring…"
Despite the playful exchange, Abel had made up his mind.
"Excuse me, I'll take this cloak."
The black cloak was just the right length, reaching down to Abel's ankles.
"It's perfect in every way, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it really is."
Abel replied.
His cheeks slightly flushed and his eyes softening— a rare display of emotion that Ryo didn't miss.
He was clearly delighted.
Seeing Abel's happiness, Ryo felt equally pleased.
A good purchase, and a content companion— there was no better outcome.
But this moment of peace and joy was abruptly shattered.
A lone figure appeared, blocking their path.
The individual had already drawn their sword, its tip aimed at Abel and Ryo.
"Abel! It's finally happening! At last, an assailant has appeared! We're being attacked in the middle of town!"
For some reason, Ryo sounded excited.
Naturally, two guards from the patrol team positioned themselves between the assailant and the pair, shielding them with their bodies.
But one of them involuntarily muttered under their breath.
"Y-you are…"
The whisper reached Abel's ears.
Finally, the assailant opened their mouth to speak.
"I assume you are Abel-dono of the Knightley Kingdom. I would like to request a sparring match with you."
The voice, for a male, was rather high-pitched.
"A girl?"
Ryo murmured.
The attacker's face did indeed appear to belong to a girl in her mid-teens.
However, she was dressed as a boy.
"Hmm…"
Abel muttered, seemingly assessing the situation.
"Abel?"
Ryo called softly.
Perhaps triggered by Ryo's call, Abel finally spoke.
"This is not the right place. However, if there is a suitable location, I will accept your challenge."
The girl's eyes widened at Abel's response.
Surprised that he had accepted.
After a brief moment of contemplation, she replied.
"Understood. Please follow me."
She began walking.
Abel followed her without a word.
Ryo walking alongside him.
Behind them, the two patrol guards also followed.
"Abel."
Ryo called out again.
"What is it?"
"I thought this was going to be a classic ambush-in-the-middle-of-the-city scenario, but it turns out it's just someone asking for a sparring match…"
"…Yeah."
Ryo shook his head slightly.
Seemingly displeased with the unexpected turn of events.
"Why did you agree to the sparring match?"
"Because the look in her eyes… was genuine."
Abel answered Ryo's question.
"Got it! That actually makes for an exciting development. Just don't let your guard down and end up regretting it!"
Ryo's voice immediately changed to a happy one.
Ryo loved passionate encounters like this.
The girl led them into a large mansion.
"This is definitely the home of a noble or someone important."
"Looks like it. Even the patrol guards seem to recognize her."
As they entered the estate, a woman came running from the mansion toward them.
"My lady! Where have you been? You still have violin practice…"
"Vaya, I'm about to engage in a sparring match."
"A sparring match? Again, my lady? You'll win as usual, won't you? Wouldn't it be better to…"
"This time, my opponent is quite strong. Please prepare a healer."
The girl led them to the mansion's courtyard.
Though called a courtyard, it was vast.
Large enough to fit a 400-meter track.
Chairs and tables were set near the walls of the mansion.
While the center was clear, clearly intended for combat.
The girl stopped in the center.
Before stepping forward, Abel unfastened the clasp of his cloak.
"I'll hold onto it."
"Thanks."
Abel replied, handing over the brand-new cloak.
Ryo took a seat on one of the chairs off to the side.
Despite his casual demeanor, Ryo was surprised by Abel's decision to remove his cloak.
There was a noticeable gap in strength between Abel and the girl.
One even Ryo could sense, Abel surely knew this too.
With such a difference, it would have been a perfect chance.
To test the new cloak during combat for example.
After all, wearing a cloak or not can affect swordsmanship.
And a sparring match is ideal for such experimentation… or so Ryo thought.
Yet, Abel chose to remove it.
Abel unsheathed his sword and took his stance.
"Ready when you are."
"Here I come!"
With that, the girl closed the distance in an instant and struck downward, signaling the start of the match.
"Whoa…"
Ryo couldn't help but let out an impressed sound.
The girl's sword strikes were sharp, her weight shifts precise, and each blow carried solid force.
She wielded a one-handed straight sword.
With such a weapon, relying on its weight alone wouldn't deliver effective damage.
To use it properly, it was best to focus on 'cutting' rather than brute force.
It was clear she had thoroughly studied her weapon's characteristics and practiced accordingly.
From her movements.
In this sparring match, the girl took the offensive while Abel defended.
Occasionally, Abel launched counterattacks.
These counters, Ryo observed, weren't intended to overpower her but to test her defensive capabilities.
In terms of raw power, there was a significant gap between Abel and the girl.
If Abel had wanted to end the match quickly, he could have done so within three exchanges.
That wasn't to say the girl was weak.
At fifteen or sixteen years old, she was astonishingly strong for her age.
Among the Rune Knights, whom Ryo served as their swordsmanship instructor, she might rank within the top 20.
The Rune Knights were renowned as the kingdom's elite.
For an adventurer, this would be equivalent to the top tier of C-rank.
Possibly even nearing B-rank.
And she was still in her mid-teens!
Her strength was nothing short of remarkable.
But Abel was on a different level.
A former A-rank adventurer, Abel had survived countless deadly encounters. Each experience had honed his skills further.
Compared to when Ryo had first met him, Abel had grown unbelievably stronger.
"Huh?"
Ryo noticed the girl taking a deep breath.
She must have realized she couldn't win as things stood and was likely preparing to unleash a decisive move.
Abel, however, remained completely unchanged.
"
The girl whispered softly, and in the next moment…
Her body was suddenly right in front of Abel… but the sword she had been holding flew high into the air.
The spectators were undoubtedly shocked.
In fact, most of them likely hadn't understood what had just happened.
Only two people weren't surprised.
Ryo and Abel.
The most shocked of all was the girl who had uttered the word
She had intended to close the gap in one swift motion and thrust her sword with that momentum. Instead, her weapon had been sent flying, and her hands were now empty.
What's more, Abel's sword was now pointed at her neck…
"I've lost…"
With those words, the girl admitted defeat. Abel gave a small nod and sheathed his sword.
Then, without a word, he turned to leave.
"Uh!"
The girl called out, prompting Abel to turn back to face her once more.
"How… how can I become stronger?"
Her voice and eyes were filled with desperation.
Anyone could see it.
From the depths of her soul, she wanted to grow stronger, no matter the cost.
Abel quietly opened his mouth to speak.
"You have talent, and you're putting in the effort. Even if you don't rush, you'll become stronger."
"I don't have time."
"I see. As I said, if you take the time, you could become a swordswoman who represents your nation. You're not misdirecting your efforts either. Your training is well-balanced between offense and defense. Continue developing as you are."
"Yes…"
"If there's anything lacking, it would be experience."
"Experience?"
The girl had likely gained some experience in sparring and duels.
Yet, she didn't fully grasp Abel's point.
"You don't plan to switch to another weapon, like a spear or a greatsword… do you?"
"No, I don't."
She answered firmly, returning Abel's gaze with determined eyes.
"If that's the case, you need to gain more experience, broaden your repertoire… and develop the insight that comes with it. You'll encounter opponents who target your weapon itself, like I did earlier."
"Ah…"
"A one-handed sword is fast and easy to maneuver. But since it's held with one hand, it lacks the grip strength of two-handed weapons like spears or greatswords. Some opponents will exploit that weakness. In combat, understanding what your opponent is targeting comes only through experience."
"I see…"
The girl nodded in understanding.
With that, Abel turned on his heel.
Having said all he intended.
But then…
"Wait!"
The girl called out to him again.
"Please make me your disciple!"
"Denied."
"Wha…?"
Her plea was met with Abel's curt and immediate rejection.
Without hesitation, Abel resumed walking and returned to Ryo's side.
Ryo stood and handed Abel his cloak.
"Are you sure about that girl?"
"Yes. Let's head back to the inn."
Ryo asked softly. And Abel answered in his usual tone.
Hearing Abel's response, the two patrol guards took their positions, one in front and one behind the pair.
Guiding them back to the inn since Abel and Ryo were unfamiliar with the way.
Left behind was the girl, standing there in stunned silence.
-x-X-x-
"Abel, are you really okay with this?"
"It's fine. I don't take on disciples, and honestly, I don't even know how long I'll be in this town. I can't be irresponsible."
Ryo and Abel were discussing this on their way back to the inn.
"But that girl… I don't think she's going to give up."
When Ryo said this, Abel gave a small nod.
However, he said nothing further.
With no incident, the two returned to the inn.
The incident occurred in the early afternoon.
"Master, please accept me as your disciple!"
"No."
The girl from earlier had come all the way to the inn to ask Abel to take her as his apprentice.
Of course, Abel immediately refused.
"I won't leave until you agree to take me as your disciple!"
With that declaration, the girl went outside and stood in front of the inn.
"What a classic turn of events…"
Watching the scene unfold from a distance, Ryo was moved.
Time and time again, classic narrative tropes had been dashed before Ryo's eyes, as though some cruel god was toying with him.
But at last, one had come to life.
How could he not be moved by this?
Granted, it wasn't about him this time either— it was about Abel— but still…
Despite his feelings, Ryo began to grow concerned as the night fell and the girl remained standing outside the inn.
"Abel, is that girl going to be okay?"
"Hmm?"
"Judging by the look of things, she's planning to stand out there all night. What if she gets kidnapped or something…?"
"With those skills?"
"Ah, well, you've got a point…"
Abel's calm observation reminded Ryo of the girl's skill with a sword.
Under most circumstances, she wouldn't fall behind against thieves or common rogues.
"Besides, those people who were watching us in secret. They're keeping an eye on her too, not just the patrol. She'll be fine."
"Ah, now that you mention it. She must be someone important. I wonder who she really is."
Ryo thought about it.
The fact that she had to practice the violin suggested she wasn't from a family struggling to make ends meet.
Living in a grand mansion, that much was clear.
On the second day, the girl continued standing.
And on the third day…
Ryo didn't particularly like such harsh methods.
Of course, in this case, the girl had insisted on becoming Abel's disciple, Abel had refused, and the girl had chosen to stand on her own.
Abel wasn't at fault, and it certainly wasn't Ryo's place to intervene.
In a way, it was simply the girl's stubbornness…
Even so, watching her, Ryo couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
People's emotions are complicated like that.
"Abel, don't you think it's about time…?"
"Three days."
When Ryo finally spoke up, Abel gave a small reply.
"When I asked my master to take me as a disciple, I was turned down. So, I stood in front of my master's house for three days."
"What…?"
"I was eight years old."
"Wait, you mean your sword master? But Abel, weren't you a prince back then?"
Ryo asked in surprise.
"Being a prince doesn't matter. Back then, I couldn't think of any other way to show my sincerity in wanting to become a disciple."
Abel's expression as he spoke was gentle.
His gaze was fixed on the girl standing outside the inn, now leaning on her sword for support.
"Is it because you had to stand, so you're making her do the same?"
"Of course not. Or… maybe it is? No, this isn't about her. It's about my resolve."
"Your resolve?"
Ryo tilted his head.
Not understanding what Abel meant at all.
"Taking on a disciple isn't something you can do half-heartedly. That's why I need time to make my decision. I'd be interfering in her life. The same goes for you, doesn't it?"
"Uh… does it?"
Ryo had taken on a few magic apprentices, including children from the Gecko Trading Company, but he couldn't recall ever thinking about it so deeply.
"When the Union invaded the Inbury Duchy, you rushed to help without hesitation."
"Ah… That was just natural."
"Exactly."
Abel gave a slight smile.
Even if Ryo didn't realize it himself, Abel understood that Ryo deeply valued his disciples.
And wouldn't hesitate to act in ways that reflected that.
Abel himself had never forgotten the bond he shared with his own master.
"Abel, since you were a prince, couldn't you have just asked your father… the king— to have your master teach you?"
"That wouldn't have worked. My master was a renowned swordsman."
"And if it wasn't him, there must have been other sword masters available, right?"
"There were… I defeated all of them."
"…At eight years old?"
"Yes, at eight."
"What kind of genius story is this?"
Ryo was surprised. Genuinely astonished.
Defeating every sword instructor who had been assigned to a prince at the age of eight…
"In the end, my master taught me until I was fifteen… he was the Sword Saint of that time and the wielder of the holy sword Galahad."
"Wait, isn't that the sword Hugh-san has…?"
"Yeah. Now, it's in the hands of the Grandmaster."
The Holy Sword Galahad was famous as the sword wielded by Hugh McGrath, the Grandmaster of the Adventurers Guild in the Kingdom of Knightley.
"When my master passed away, he named the Grandmaster as his successor. At the time, the Grandmaster was already a B-rank adventurer… Even so, I was shocked."
Abel smiled wryly, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
"I had naturally assumed that I, his only disciple, would inherit it."
"Ah, I see."
Ryo nodded in understanding.
He could empathize with that feeling.
"However, my master once told me, 'This isn't your sword'. At the time, I had no idea what he meant…"
As he spoke, Abel lightly tapped his beloved sword.
"Maybe he meant this one. I'm not completely sure yet, though."
"Yes, I'm certain that's the one. That magic sword is your partner, Abel."
Ryo said with no evidence to back him up.
Evidence wasn't necessary.
He believed it because it felt right.
That was enough.
Evidence is often sought only to justify failure.
"I based my decision on XX."
"I followed expert opinions."
"The evidence was solid."
If such reasoning brings peace of mind, so be it.
But in reality, it doesn't.
Deep down, anxiety lingers.
Compelling people to seek 'evidence' to mask their unease.
And the heart knows this, it remembers.
And never forgets.
When people don't want to take responsibility, they cling to 'evidence'.
It's understandable but also saddening.
That's why Ryo doesn't rely on evidence.
"That magic sword is probably your true partner. Somehow, I guarantee it."
"That's… profoundly unconvincing."
Indeed, without evidence, arguments often lack persuasion… a lamentable truth.
"It's noon."
Abel murmured, glancing at the inn's clock.
The sparring match between Abel and the girl had occurred around midday.
Meaning 48 hours had passed.
Abel slowly rose and headed toward the inn's entrance.
Outside, the girl stood, using her sword as support.
The moment she saw Abel emerge, she straightened her back as best she could.
And spoke.
"Um…"
She had been standing for two full days.
Her voice now hoarse.
Abel raised a hand to stop her and spoke first.
"I will take you as my disciple."
At first, there was no visible reaction from the girl.
She hadn't yet processed his words.
But after a moment, her eyes widened, and her small frame began to tremble.
"But there are a few things we need to discuss. And I have some questions… do you live in the manor where we had the sparring match?"
"Yes."
She replied, her hoarse voice steady but not weak.
"Then let's talk there. I'll visit at 3 p.m. Go back and rest until then."
Abel looked around before continuing.
"You all heard that? Take her back."
At his command, several people emerged from the surroundings.
They had been covertly watching over the situation.
"Um…"
The girl tried to speak again, but her voice faltered.
"Rest first. Preparing your body to move when needed… is crucial for a swordsman."
"Yes."
Abel advised gently, and she replied, nodding earnestly.
With a bow, she allowed herself to be supported by the people who emerged and left.
"They sure came out in numbers."
Ryo remarked as Abel returned to the inn.
"How many were hiding in the first place…?"
"Sixteen in total; eight came out. So the remaining eight are still watching you."
"…I see."
Abel sighed lightly.
"Scheduling the meeting for 3 p.m. was a good call."
"She should have recovered enough to talk by then. And she can also take a bath."
"Huh? I thought you set it for 3 because that's when tea and snacks would be served."
Ryo said, surprised by Abel's unexpected response.
"…Only you would think of something like that first."
"No way…"
-x-X-x-
The two arrived at the mansion at exactly three o'clock.
It seemed arrangements had already been made, as they were promptly led inside.
A servant knocked on a door ahead of them, and the two entered.
"Ah, welcome, thank you for coming."
They were greeted by a man with dark skin, black hair streaked with white, appearing to be around fifty years old.
He seemed to have been working.
As his desk was covered with several documents.
After guiding the two to the seating area, the man sat down as well.
"My name is Borger Wong Mogok. I must apologize for my daughter's rather presumptuous request…"
"No need for apologies… I'm Abel, from the Kingdom of Knightley, in the Central Countries."
"I am Ryo."
"Yes, I know of you both quite well."
"You… know us?"
Abel tilted his head in curiosity.
"To be frank… I am involved in the nation's intelligence activities. I hold the position of Director for Western Operations."
"I see. So the people guarding her from the shadows were your intelligence agents."
Abel nodded in response to Director Mogok's explanation.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
A young woman entered, carrying tea for four.
It was the girl from earlier.
With poise and grace, she placed the cups on the table.
When she finished, she bowed.
"My name is Mifa, daughter of Borger Wong Mogok. It is an honor to meet you."
"I'm Abel from the Kingdom of Knightley. Your conduct is quite impressive."
"Thank you."
Mifa replied with a shy smile, taking a seat beside Director Mogok.
"Actually, Mifa will become a lady-in-waiting for the Princess in a few months. She's been undergoing various training in preparation for this role."
"I see. So her desire to improve her swordsmanship is related to this?"
"Yes. It is my duty to protect the Princess."
Mifa declared confidently in response to Abel's question.
"Hmm… We'll discuss more of this in time."
Abel said, his expression tightening slightly as he continued.
"Although I agreed to take you on as a disciple, I must admit I've never had one before. Besides, I don't know how long I'll stay in this town, nor how much freedom I'll have in my actions."
He glanced briefly at Director Mogok.
He continued.
"Your sword style and philosophy likely differ from mine. So, I'd like you to continue your current training for forms and techniques."
"Yes."
"I aim to teach through practical experience. We'll conduct sparring matches, and I'll point out anything you need to improve on. That's how I'd like to proceed initially. Does that sound acceptable?"
"Yes! Thank you very much!"
Mifa stood and bowed deeply in gratitude.
Watching this, Director Mogok smiled and spoke.
"You're currently staying at an inn, correct? I would like to invite you to stay at this mansion instead. It would make it easier for Mifa's training."
"Father! Thank you so much!"
Mifa said with a delighted smile.
"Is that all right?"
"Of course. Please think of this as your home and feel at ease."
At this, Abel seemed to realize something and said quietly.
"Ah, um… is it all right if Ryo stays too?"
"Certainly. In fact, Deputy Governor Sue provided conditional approval for both of you to stay here if you wished. So please, make yourselves comfortable."
"Thank you very much."
Ryo finally spoke, bowing his head politely.
Ryo rarely spoke in front of new acquaintances unless necessary.
In such cases, he preferred to sit quietly and sip his drink, blending into the background.
A perceptive and considerate mage.
After leaving Director Mogok's office, the two were guided by Mifa.
"I'll inform my mother about your stay. Please follow me."
She said cheerfully.
Trailing behind her.
Ryo whispered to Abel with a worried expression.
"Abel, while Mifa's father was an understanding man, her mother will likely be furious, putting us in a dire situation."
"What?"
Abel responded with a surprised tone.
Ignoring Abel's reaction, Ryo continued,
"Her mother probably dislikes Mifa's obsession with swordsmanship over traditional pursuits. She may even resent you for encouraging it… and there's a chance she could poison our food."
"…Isn't it fine for a girl to dedicate herself to the way of the sword?"
"How naive! There are all kinds of people in the world. Differences in opinion between parents and children are not uncommon. This family could very well be one of those cases. Be on your guard."
Ryo warned Abel firmly.
Emphasizing caution before things went awry.
"What makes you think that?"
"Because it's a classic story trope!"
"Ah, right… I thought you'd say something like that, and you did."
Abel sighed, shaking his head slightly at Ryo's mention of a classic narrative.
As they conversed, they arrived at Mifa's mother's room.
"Mother! My master has agreed to stay at the mansion!"
"Oh my! How wonderful, Mifa. This will help you grow stronger."
Her mother responded with a smile, holding up a stone to the light, seemingly comparing it to others arranged on her desk.
"Ah, you must be Abel-sensei and Ryo-sama. Thank you very much for accommodating my daughter's impudent request."
"No, this is fate of some kind. I'll be staying at your residence for a while. Being in a foreign land, I may inadvertently cause some inconvenience, but I ask for your understanding."
"Please, think nothing of it. Make yourself at home."
Mrs. Mogok responded with a kind smile to Abel's words.
(What a relief she's a good person.)
Behind Abel, Ryo let out a sigh of relief, gently patting his chest.
Although he had theorized about the possibility of a dramatic turn of events, it wasn't something he had truly wished for.
After all, if things had gone south, it would have been a hassle to manage.
…Though, if it had happened, he wouldn't deny he might've been moved by the drama.
After Ryo and Abel left the room, accompanied by Mifa, Director Mogok also departed from the mansion shortly thereafter.
He made his way to the office of Deputy Governor Sue Ku.
"Sue-sama, Abel-dono and Ryo-dono will be staying at my residence."
"Is that so? It's wonderful that Mifa was able to secure a sword instructor. Strengthening her abilities, even slightly, could help prolong Mifa's— and ultimately Princess Shio-Fen's life. We must do all we can before sending her off."
"Indeed…"
Deputy Governor Sue Ku spoke with a warm smile, but Director Mogok's response carried a tinge of worry.
"Director?"
"It's just… I fear she may become even more fixated on the sword…"
"Yeah…"
The Deputy Governor could understand Director Mogok's concern.
As a lady-in-waiting to the Princess, Mifa was expected to meet many demanding requirements.
In terms of knowledge and etiquette, Mifa was near perfection.
Not only did she possess a diligent nature, but her loyalty to Princess Shio Fen, a cherished childhood friend, was unshakable.
There was no issue there.
However…
"In 'that country', I've heard exceptional musical ability is highly valued. The higher, the better…"
"That responsibility would fall to another lady-in-waiting. According to Mifa."
In truth, Mifa's musical talent already exceeded the required standard.
This was precisely why she had chosen to focus on honing her swordsmanship— something she believed was critical to safeguarding the Princess's life… both of them could understand her reasoning.
Mifa, too, was aware of the concerns voiced by those around her.
Yet balancing both swordsmanship and music to perfection… was nearly impossible.
Thus, she resolved to dedicate herself to the one skill no other lady-in-waiting could substitute for; the sword.
The one skill that could definitively ensure the Princess's safety.
That was Mifa's unwavering determination.
"Understanding Mifa's feelings makes it all the more complicated."
"Indeed…"
Both sighed deeply.
-x-X-x-
"…From the next day, the grueling training under Master Abel began. His terrifying training regimen, seemingly designed without regard for human limits, gradually gnawed away at both Mifa's body and spirit. Abel's relentless strikes with his sword— an embodiment of his nickname, 'Mad Swordsman Abel'— proved to everyone that the title was no exaggeration. His merciless blade was…"
"…Ryo, what are you mumbling about?"
"Huh? Oh, don't mind me. Just a passage from 'The Starving Swordsman Abel Series: Side Story – The Trials of Disciple Mifa'. Pure fiction, of course— completely unrelated to any real individuals or organizations."
Ryo wasn't writing on paper or anything.
He was just idly rambling.
"And the 'Abel' mentioned here isn't you, Abel. It's a fictional character from the story."
"Anyone who reads that will think it's about me."
"T-that's just a misunderstanding on the readers' part! It's not my fault!"
"A misleading book, huh? The kingdom might need to ban it."
"Don't you dare! Censorship is tyranny! Protect freedom of expression!"
Ryo raised his fist in protest.
The world, it seemed, had its share of complex issues…
Of course, in reality, Abel's training was thorough in its own way.
As promised, he sparred with Mifa, identified her weaknesses, and offered suggestions for improvement.
While it sounds simple on paper, identifying problems and proposing effective solutions is a skill few possess.
It requires expertise.
And Abel was a master.
One particular request Abel made to Director Mogok.
Was to provide a variety of blunted weapons for the training.
The primary purpose of these sparring sessions was to make up for Mifa's lack of experience.
Abel used different weapons in each session.
Teaching Mifa how to adapt to various combat scenarios…
As a woman, Mifa had less physical strength compared to men.
With a one-handed sword, it was difficult even for a strong man to directly block an opponent's full-force strike.
Instead, the key was to deflect the blade with proper angles.
A skill only honed through experience…
Abel taught patiently, and Mifa applied herself earnestly.
This was evident even to Ryo, who often observed the training.
What was Ryo doing, you ask?
He sat in a chair in the courtyard, reading books borrowed from the library.
With full permission from Director Mogok and his wife, of course.
Occasionally, the lady of the house would join him to watch Mifa's training.
And ask Ryo questions about it.
Which he answered.
On Abel's behalf.
"I'm not just loafing around, you know!"
"I never said you were."
Several days into the training, during a lunch break, Ryo suddenly felt the need to defend himself against Abel.
"But your eyes seemed to say, 'Those who do not work shall not eat!' "
"…Is that so."
In truth, Abel bore no grudge against Ryo.
However, he was curious about the book Ryo had been reading.
"'The History and Applications of Talismans and Charms'?"
"Yeah. I found it in the library. It's an introductory book on charms used in sorcery, a fascinating read."
"Whoa."
"I've already learned from the librarian that there's a more advanced sequel, so I plan to dive into that next."
"You're quite studious about this sort of thing."
"Fufufu, feel free to call me 'Studious Ryo' if you'd like."
"I'll pass."
After lunch, Abel and Ryo visited Director Mogok's office.
As they had been summoned earlier.
Director Mogok, pleased with Mifa's progress.
He called the two to express his gratitude and shared updates on their schedule.
"Two weeks from now, Sue-sama will travel to the capital, Jonjon. Mifa will accompany her, and you two will travel to the capital as well."
"Understood."
"You'll stay at my residence in the capital. I hear… you plan to journey further north afterward?"
"Eventually, we aim to return to the Central Countries."
When Abel took Mifa as his disciple, he had been honest with Director Mogok about his future plans.
Since the director had entrusted his daughter to Abel.
It was only fair to be forthright in return.
Director Mogok nodded and then spoke with a solemn expression.
"Mifa will serve as a lady-in-waiting to Her Highness, Princess Shio Fen, the king's third daughter. She'll accompany the princess to her new home. After her marriage to the Sixth Prince of Darwei."
"Hmm."
Abel listened without betraying any emotion.
Ryo, seated beside him, tilted his head in thought.
(Darwei? Why does that sound familiar…)
"The sixth prince isn't involved in the imperial succession struggle… in fact, he's not even considered a candidate. While he's well-liked by the people, he lacks the sharpness often associated with power-hungry rulers. This makes him an ideal match for Princess Shio Fen, as it spares her from the dangers of political intrigue…"
"Indeed, succession battles can be lethal."
"Exactly. That's one of the reasons Mifa is so dedicated to her training…"
Director Mogok let out a deep sigh.
"I hear Mifa and Princess Shio Fen are quite close?"
"Yes. Mifa is sixteen, and Princess Shio Fen is one year older. My wife is the princess's aunt, and I spent many years in the capital, so the two grew up together like sisters. When the princess's marriage was decided, Mifa immediately volunteered to accompany her as a lady-in-waiting…"
Director Mogok sighed once again.
"Is this Darwei a troublesome country?"
"Yes… Ah, since you both are from the Central Countries, you might not be familiar with it. Darwei… in the terms of the Central Countries, it might be better referred to as the Darwei Dynasty. The name of the dynasty is synonymous with the name of the country. That's because that country is 'the Eastern Countries itself'."
"Oh, I see! That country… In the Central Countries, we just learn about it as 'the Eastern Country' because the dynasties keep changing. So it's the Eastern superpower. I see, it's the Darwei Dynasty now…"
The fact that Abel knew this seemed to surprise Director Mogok.
"You knew? Yes, outside the Eastern Countries, it is sometimes called 'the Eastern Country'. Among the people of the Eastern Countries, it's always referred to by the current dynasty's name. About 150 years ago, a new dynasty was established. That's Darwei."
"Uh…how big is it?"
Ryo, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but ask.
It was Abel, not Director Mogok, who answered.
"In terms of the Central Countries, it's as vast as combining the Kingdom, the Empire, and the Union—the three major powers. The disparity in national power compared to its neighboring countries has always been said to be tens of times greater, in every era."
"That's… incredible."
"Our nation of Bosuntar also cannot oppose Darwei's will. However, they don't interfere in our internal politics."
Ryo was astonished by Abel's explanation, and Director Mogok elaborated on the relationship.
In Ryo's mind, the term 'tributary system of ancient Asia' surfaced.
Essentially, as long as you offer tributes, they won't meddle in your affairs, and the superpower's prestige also bolsters the authority of your ruler…
It could be described as a kind of international order.
"If you two plan to return to the Central Countries, you will inevitably pass through Darwei. There's no other route to the Central Countries except traveling through Darwei's northwest and passing through several oasis states."
"I see."
Both Ryo and Abel nodded at Director Mogok's explanation.
"Let's think about what to do after reaching the capital, Jonjon. For now, our focus is Mifa's sword training."
"Is Mifa prepared for everything else? She'll be going as a lady-in-waiting, won't she? Though her manners seemed fine…"
"Yes…"
Abel asked without much thought.
But the sigh Director Mogok let out this time was the deepest yet…
"Is there a problem?"
"Well, not a problem per se… Originally, Darwei was a country that valued martial prowess. However, after reigning as a superpower for 150 years, it has shifted from military might to emphasizing culture."
"Well, that's a natural progression for any country."
Director Mogok spoke, and Abel agreed.
Even Abel knew that much about common historical patterns.
"Exactly. In the current Darwei, among cultural pursuits, they particularly value the arts, especially music and instrumental talent. As a result, countries sending personnel to Darwei prioritize those areas."
"Is Mifa not good at that?"
"Actually, she's rather skilled. Since childhood, she's played many instruments alongside Princess Shio Fen. Particularly the violin."
"Ooh!"
"Among the ladies-in-waiting accompanying Princess Shio Fen, she's the most proficient. She exceeds the basic standard by a considerable margin. However… in Darwei, the better you are, the better it reflects on the status of the princess in the court."
"Mifa is a smart girl. She must understand that, right?"
"Yes. But she insists that she can't do both… the sword and the violin. She says she's irreplaceable when it comes to the sword and prefers to leave the music arts to other ladies-in-waiting."
"I see. That reasoning isn't entirely wrong."
Abel sighed as he nodded.
"Ah, I apologize for venting. Please, forget I said anything. Abel-dono, just focus on training Mifa's swordsmanship. We'll handle the rest somehow."
As they left Director Mogok's office, Ryo seemed to recall something and looked up.
"I remember now!"
"Remember what?"
"Darwei!"
"The current dynasty of the 'Eastern Country', right?"
"Not that… well, yes, but where I heard about it! It was at the Adventurers' Mutual Aid Society in the Autonomous City of Kwebasa."
"The mutual aid society? Really?"
"Yes, that's right. It's the country with lots of top-tier adventurers!"
Ryo remembered the President's comment.
Among all the Eastern Nations, only 'Darwei' has a concentration of top-tier adventurers.
"Now that you mention it, he did say that. You've got a good memory for such things."
"Fufufu, my memory isn't bad, is it?"
Ryo beamed, pleased by Abel's praise.
"So, they have an abundance of talent as well. Truly a superpower in every sense."
"Even though it's been 150 years since its founding, why hadn't I heard the name 'Darwei' when I was in the Central Countries?"
Ryo asked, voicing a question he'd been wondering about.
"Yeah. The Western Countries sometimes see adventurers coming and going, but you rarely hear of anyone from the Eastern Countries coming or going."
Abel said this while his gaze shifted slightly.
"Ah! Abel, you didn't pay attention to that part of your lessons, did you? "
"T-That's not true! I remembered 'Eastern Country', didn't I? That's good enough, right? I'm not perfect."
"I don't think anyone expects you to be perfect. But cutting corners back then is coming back to haunt you now. The skill of cutting corners is something only master players can afford to use!"
"Yeah, I don't get what you're saying."
Ryo's explanation, based on the origins of the term 'cutting corners' in Go, went completely over Abel's head.
Cultural differences can indeed be a tricky matter.
"Milady! Today, you must practice the violin!"
"Vaya, I'm busy with my sword practice."
"But for the sake of the princess…"
"I understand that. But I'll leave the music to the other ladies-in-waiting…"
At that moment, Ryo and Abel walked past the scene.
"Master! Please train me again today!"
"Hmm. Mifa, play the violin for me."
"Huh…? Wh-why? It has nothing to do with swordsmanship."
"Mifa, I'm your master. You promised me at the start you'd obey whatever I said, didn't you?"
"…Yes."
Reluctantly, Mifa picked up her violin and began to play.
It was a piece neither Abel nor Ryo had heard before, but in one word, it was excellent.
Even Mifa's personal servant, Vaya, who was listening nearby, was enraptured by the performance.
During the performance, Abel didn't close his eyes but instead kept them fixed on Mifa's fingers, particularly her left hand, which pressed the strings.
The performance itself had no visible mistakes… or at least none that Ryo, unfamiliar with the piece, could detect.
So, Ryo clapped.
Vaya also clapped… quite enthusiastically, at that.
"Not bad."
Abel said this in a single phrase, pausing for a moment before continuing.
"Rhythm is an element that cannot be ignored, not just in music but also in combat."
Abel had experienced this countless times.
Especially in battles against formidable foes… those where the skill gap was minimal and the fight dragged on— this became glaringly apparent.
For example, it happened during his battle with the hero Roman.
"A break in rhythm can cause the tide of a battle to shift dramatically, even when things were going well up until that point."
"Yes."
Mifa replied, nodding, though she didn't seem to fully grasp where Abel was going with this.
"Being able to play an instrument is not a disadvantage, even when it comes to swordsmanship."
"Yes, but…"
"Let me borrow that violin for a moment."
"Huh? Uh… here."
Receiving Mifa's violin, Abel stood up.
And then, he began to play.
The piece was one Ryo recognized.
It was something he had heard back when he lived in Rune, after Abel had ascended to the throne as king and performed at the Frontier Count's mansion.
It was the same piece from back then.
"Paganini… Caprice No. 24."
The legendary violinist Paganini, said to have sold his soul to the devil to attain his skills.
Had composed this famous piece.
In the Knightley royal family, every member was required to practice the violin from a young age.
This tradition dates back to King Richard, the founder, who was renowned as a master violinist.
Ryo had learned this from an explanation given to him later.
Naturally, Abel, as king of the Knightley Kingdom, could play the violin.
And remarkably well at that.
Among the many violin pieces known for their extraordinary technical difficulty, 'Caprice No. 24' stood out as a masterpiece, and Abel performed it flawlessly.
It was comparable to the performance of a modern virtuoso whom Ryo had once heard described as the "modern-day Paganini."
Incidentally, that violinist had been 193cm tall— about the same as Abel…
Indeed, tall violinists leave a striking impression.
But even more than that, Abel's playing seemed superior… or perhaps the fact that it was being performed live right before his eyes made it all the more compelling.
Of course, Ryo couldn't play the violin.
Yet, he found himself completely absorbed in Abel's performance.
And so did Mifa and Vaya.
Even the servants nearby, who had been walking or working, stopped what they were doing and listened intently to the music.
This was the power of music.
Like fine cuisine, music transcends borders, races, and even worlds to captivate the hearts of all who hear it. That's the essence of music.
Beautiful music leads listeners into a realm of enchantment.
And Abel's performance did just that.
After four minutes, Abel's performance came to an end.
What followed was complete, albeit brief, silence.
Then,
"Bravo!"
Ryo applauded, praising the performance.
Although Ryo was the only one to voice his praise, Mifa, Vaya, and even the servants who had been listening began clapping as well.
It was applause that arose naturally.
Receiving such acclaim, Abel's face reddened.
Despite being the one who had requested the violin, he seemed embarrassed.
"Mifa, balancing the sword and music is not impossible. Just one hour a day is enough. Play the violin every single day. It would be a shame to lose a skill you've nurtured since childhood. Whether in swordsmanship or music, it can become a source of strength for the princess. Will you give it a try?"
"Yes. I will!"
Mifa's face lit up as she responded to Abel's words.
It wasn't because she felt cornered or had no other choice. It was because she truly wanted to.
Her respected master had shown her firsthand.
How to harmonize swordsmanship and music. That figure…
She, too, wanted to strive for that ideal.
Abel guided his disciple not just with words but by example.