Chapter 40: Great Forest (4)
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Chapter 40: Great Forest (4)
What I was aiming for was the image of a nobles young son.
Straightening my back, I lifted my chin slightly and looked down with a reserved gaze.
Assuming that posture, I locked eyes with Lydia and spoke.
Lady Lydia.
!
Lydias half-closed eyes snapped open.
For the typically stoic Lydia, this was an extraordinary display of emotion.
Her trembling red pupils told me she needed a moment to compose herself.
I seized the opportunity to concoct a backstorymy specialty.
I couldnt be just any noble, given my adventurers attire. A fallen noble would do.
A noble stripped of grace by political strife, with nothing but a title left.
Assassins had murdered my parents, and my sole surviving younger brother had become our enemys concubine to spare my life.
And after their wedding night, he took his own life.Updated from n0velbIn.(c)o/m
The details were unknown, but one thing was clear:
I was the last one standing.
Only I could restore our familys honor.
Only I had the right to seek vengeance.
For this purpose, I would stop at nothing.
Even if it meant wielding a sword for the first time, associating with adventurers I once scorned, or manipulating a young knight naive to the ways of the world.
I would not falter.
It was a dark tale, but a fallen noble needed a past this tragic.
The idea of a naive noble playing at adventurer, navigating labyrinths with just one knight for protection, wasnt bad either.
But what mattered was whether it would fulfill Lydias romantic fantasies.
And as a knight, shed likely prefer to serve a young master with a cause rather than a frivolous one.
My knowledge of noble etiquette was limited, but this was all an act. Appearing convincing should suffice.
With the image firmly in my mind, I delivered my line.
I desire you, Lady Lydia.
Lydia inhaled sharply.
The Jonah she knew was a small, cute pink-haired boy, whose actions werent always so endearing.
Despite his dark past, he tried to hide it, and though hed picked up some questionable communication skills, he still managed to get along with others.
He had a magnetic charm, but he was hardly what one would call a young master.
But the Jonah before her now?
He stood with a posture so rigid, it seemed hed rather break than bend to anothers will. He appeared to look up at her, yet somehow it felt like he was looking down, a fierce determination in his pink eyes.
A determination as unyielding as a boulder, unmoved by any storm.
Jonah, transformed, spoke again.
I desire you, Lady Lydia.
Huh?
Lydia uttered a bewildered sound, and Jonah closed the gap between them with deliberate, graceful steps.
For Lydia, from a modest knightly family, the movement was flawless.
She was already captivated, but this gesture astounded her further.
The One Who Devours the Twilight, a pseudo-religious cult with clerical roots, wouldnt have taught noble etiquette.
What then was this refined display before her?
I dont know everything about Jonah.
She knew of his kidnapping by the cult, but what of his life before? Was he truly an orphan from the alleys? If so, who were his parents?
In truth, since this world was born from Jonahs imagination, the etiquette didnt stray far from his thoughts.
His actions, based on what he thought a noble would do, had fortuitously matched perfectly but Lydia was unaware.
Lydia, stunned by the successive shocks, watched as Jonah extended his hand, prompting a decision.
.
.
Silence reigned, filled with unwavering trust.
Jonah truly believed that with Lydia, he could exact his revenge.
When Lydia realized this, a spark ignited within her.
A knight dedicates their life to those who acknowledge them. And here was someone who believed in Lydia more than anyone else, perhaps even more than she believed in herself.
In a moment of impulse, she trusted that she would never regret this decision.
Clank.
Lydia knelt on one knee and took Jonahs hand.
He recited an ancient oath as if hed been waiting for this moment.
I declare. My will shall be your will, and my glory shall be your glory. You shall become my procurator.
I swear here. I will dedicate everything I have to fulfill your will. Please, accept this blade.
Lydia kissed the back of his hand and presented a longsword.
Jonah accepted it, kissed the blade, and gently placed it on Lydias shoulder.
Then, with a playful voice masking gratitude and apology, he whispered.
This makes you an accomplice now, Lady Lydia.
Ah.
Lydia realized the gravity of her actions. Jonah helped her to her feet and returned the longsword.
I have a request for my loyal knight, Lady Lydia.
What is itsir?
Lydia added the honorific awkwardly. Jonah, back to his usual self, grinned mischievously.
Please cut the leather of that wolf with your aura!
?
Reality returned abruptly, like waking from a dream. Jonah urged Lydia, still dazed and confused.
I won, right? So hurry up and get the Iron Wolf leather with your aura! Are you going to waste 80 copper just like that?!
.
Lydia closed her eyes in silence.
My first experience (oath)
It felt like shed just emerged from a terrible nightmare.
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Chapter 40: Great Forest (4)
What I was aiming for was the image of a nobles young son.
Straightening my back, I lifted my chin slightly and looked down with a reserved gaze.
Assuming that posture, I locked eyes with Lydia and spoke.
Lady Lydia.
!
Lydias half-closed eyes snapped open.
For the typically stoic Lydia, this was an extraordinary display of emotion.
Her trembling red pupils told me she needed a moment to compose herself.
I seized the opportunity to concoct a backstorymy specialty.
I couldnt be just any noble, given my adventurers attire. A fallen noble would do.
A noble stripped of grace by political strife, with nothing but a title left.
Assassins had murdered my parents, and my sole surviving younger brother had become our enemys concubine to spare my life.
And after their wedding night, he took his own life.Updated from n0velbIn.(c)o/m
The details were unknown, but one thing was clear:
I was the last one standing.
Only I could restore our familys honor.
Only I had the right to seek vengeance.
For this purpose, I would stop at nothing.
Even if it meant wielding a sword for the first time, associating with adventurers I once scorned, or manipulating a young knight naive to the ways of the world.
I would not falter.
It was a dark tale, but a fallen noble needed a past this tragic.
The idea of a naive noble playing at adventurer, navigating labyrinths with just one knight for protection, wasnt bad either.
But what mattered was whether it would fulfill Lydias romantic fantasies.
And as a knight, shed likely prefer to serve a young master with a cause rather than a frivolous one.
My knowledge of noble etiquette was limited, but this was all an act. Appearing convincing should suffice.
With the image firmly in my mind, I delivered my line.
I desire you, Lady Lydia.
Lydia inhaled sharply.
The Jonah she knew was a small, cute pink-haired boy, whose actions werent always so endearing.
Despite his dark past, he tried to hide it, and though hed picked up some questionable communication skills, he still managed to get along with others.
He had a magnetic charm, but he was hardly what one would call a young master.
But the Jonah before her now?
He stood with a posture so rigid, it seemed hed rather break than bend to anothers will. He appeared to look up at her, yet somehow it felt like he was looking down, a fierce determination in his pink eyes.
A determination as unyielding as a boulder, unmoved by any storm.
Jonah, transformed, spoke again.
I desire you, Lady Lydia.
Huh?
Lydia uttered a bewildered sound, and Jonah closed the gap between them with deliberate, graceful steps.
For Lydia, from a modest knightly family, the movement was flawless.
She was already captivated, but this gesture astounded her further.
The One Who Devours the Twilight, a pseudo-religious cult with clerical roots, wouldnt have taught noble etiquette.
What then was this refined display before her?
I dont know everything about Jonah.
She knew of his kidnapping by the cult, but what of his life before? Was he truly an orphan from the alleys? If so, who were his parents?
In truth, since this world was born from Jonahs imagination, the etiquette didnt stray far from his thoughts.
His actions, based on what he thought a noble would do, had fortuitously matched perfectly but Lydia was unaware.
Lydia, stunned by the successive shocks, watched as Jonah extended his hand, prompting a decision.
.
.
Silence reigned, filled with unwavering trust.
Jonah truly believed that with Lydia, he could exact his revenge.
When Lydia realized this, a spark ignited within her.
A knight dedicates their life to those who acknowledge them. And here was someone who believed in Lydia more than anyone else, perhaps even more than she believed in herself.
In a moment of impulse, she trusted that she would never regret this decision.
Clank.
Lydia knelt on one knee and took Jonahs hand.
He recited an ancient oath as if hed been waiting for this moment.
I declare. My will shall be your will, and my glory shall be your glory. You shall become my procurator.
I swear here. I will dedicate everything I have to fulfill your will. Please, accept this blade.
Lydia kissed the back of his hand and presented a longsword.
Jonah accepted it, kissed the blade, and gently placed it on Lydias shoulder.
Then, with a playful voice masking gratitude and apology, he whispered.
This makes you an accomplice now, Lady Lydia.
Ah.
Lydia realized the gravity of her actions. Jonah helped her to her feet and returned the longsword.
I have a request for my loyal knight, Lady Lydia.
What is itsir?
Lydia added the honorific awkwardly. Jonah, back to his usual self, grinned mischievously.
Please cut the leather of that wolf with your aura!
?
Reality returned abruptly, like waking from a dream. Jonah urged Lydia, still dazed and confused.
I won, right? So hurry up and get the Iron Wolf leather with your aura! Are you going to waste 80 copper just like that?!
.
Lydia closed her eyes in silence.
My first experience (oath)
It felt like shed just emerged from a terrible nightmare.
Chapter 40: Great Forest 4What I was aiming for was the image of a nobles young son.Straightening my back, I lifted my chin slightly and looked down with a reserved gaze.Assuming that posture, I locked eyes with Lydia and spoke.Lady Lydia.!Lydias half-closed eyes snapped open.For the typically stoic Lydia, this was an extraordinary display of emotion.Her trembling red pupils told me she needed a moment to compose herself.I seized the opportunity to concoct a backstorymy specialty.I couldnt be just any noble, given my adventurers attire. A fallen noble would do.A noble stripped of grace by political strife, with nothing but a title left.Assassins had murdered my parents, and my sole surviving younger brother had become our enemys concubine to spare my life.And after their wedding night, he took his own life.Updated from n0velbIn.co/mThe details were unknown, but one thing was clear:I was the last one standing.Only I could restore our familys honor.Only I had the right to seek vengeance.For this purpose, I would stop at nothing.Even if it meant wielding a sword for the first time, associating with adventurers I once scorned, or manipulating a young knight naive to the ways of the world.I would not falter.It was a dark tale, but a fallen noble needed a past this tragic.The idea of a naive noble playing at adventurer, navigating labyrinths with just one knight for protection, wasnt bad either.But what mattered was whether it would fulfill Lydias romantic fantasies.And as a knight, shed likely prefer to serve a young master with a cause rather than a frivolous one.My knowledge of noble etiquette was limited, but this was all an act. Appearing convincing should suffice.With the image firmly in my mind, I delivered my line.I desire you, Lady Lydia.Lydia inhaled sharply.The Jonah she knew was a small, cute pink-haired boy, whose actions werent always so endearing.Despite his dark past, he tried to hide it, and though hed picked up some questionable communication skills, he still managed to get along with others.He had a magnetic charm, but he was hardly what one would call a young master.But the Jonah before her now?He stood with a posture so rigid, it seemed hed rather break than bend to anothers will. He appeared to look up at her, yet somehow it felt like he was looking down, a fierce determination in his pink eyes.A determination as unyielding as a boulder, unmoved by any storm.Jonah, transformed, spoke again.I desire you, Lady Lydia.Huh?Lydia uttered a bewildered sound, and Jonah closed the gap between them with deliberate, graceful steps.For Lydia, from a modest knightly family, the movement was flawless.She was already captivated, but this gesture astounded her further.The One Who Devours the Twilight, a pseudo-religious cult with clerical roots, wouldnt have taught noble etiquette.What then was this refined display before her?I dont know everything about Jonah.She knew of his kidnapping by the cult, but what of his life before? Was he truly an orphan from the alleys? If so, who were his parents?In truth, since this world was born from Jonahs imagination, the etiquette didnt stray far from his thoughts.His actions, based on what he thought a noble would do, had fortuitously matched perfectly but Lydia was unaware.Lydia, stunned by the successive shocks, watched as Jonah extended his hand, prompting a decision...Silence reigned, filled with unwavering trust.Jonah truly believed that with Lydia, he could exact his revenge.When Lydia realized this, a spark ignited within her.A knight dedicates their life to those who acknowledge them. And here was someone who believed in Lydia more than anyone else, perhaps even more than she believed in herself.In a moment of impulse, she trusted that she would never regret this decision.Clank.Lydia knelt on one knee and took Jonahs hand.He recited an ancient oath as if hed been waiting for this moment.I declare. My will shall be your will, and my glory shall be your glory. You shall become my procurator.I swear here. I will dedicate everything I have to fulfill your will. Please, accept this blade.Lydia kissed the back of his hand and presented a longsword.Jonah accepted it, kissed the blade, and gently placed it on Lydias shoulder.Then, with a playful voice masking gratitude and apology, he whispered.This makes you an accomplice now, Lady Lydia.Ah.Lydia realized the gravity of her actions. Jonah helped her to her feet and returned the longsword.I have a request for my loyal knight, Lady Lydia.What is itsir?Lydia added the honorific awkwardly. Jonah, back to his usual self, grinned mischievously.Please cut the leather of that wolf with your aura!?Reality returned abruptly, like waking from a dream. Jonah urged Lydia, still dazed and confused.I won, right? So hurry up and get the Iron Wolf leather with your aura! Are you going to waste 80 copper just like that?!.Lydia closed her eyes in silence.My first experience oathIt felt like shed just emerged from a terrible nightmare.
