As we enter the town a good number of people greet the merchant couple while they just ignore me. Though I don't really care about that, I'm just some child dressed like a swordsman after all. Hmph!
Annie lead me to the blacksmith that Tristians family owns while her husband sets up their little shop and ties up the horses.
A nice little house with a smithing area came into view. Noises of a hammer hitting metal greeted our ears as we approached the place.
Wow, it must be pretty annoying to the family, having to hear that everyday. Though I enjoy hearing the sound, I find it oddly relaxing. Plus that's the 'trigger' I use when I preform magecraft.
Tink Tink
As we got closer the noise of the smith got louder. I almost laughed when I saw the older carbon copy of Tristian, but with a beard and a few wrinkles.
Gregory Milot LV. 21
Damn, he's pretty strong for a blacksmith! Though I did hear that he joins Tristian on his hunts that he goes on. Actually he was probably the one that introduced the hobby.
"Hi, Gregory~!" I jump a bit when Annie all of a sudden yells.
While I jumped a little, Gregory jumped a few feet, dropped his hammer, and let out a...'manly' yelp.
Gregory spun around with a scowl, most likely going to yell at Annie for scaring him and causing him to lose focus on what he was doing. Though to my shock, all hostility was lost when he saw Annie.
"Ah, good...afternoon Annie! Where's Mathas?" He had to check outside to see if it was afternoon or not...
"My hubby is dealing with the horses and our merchandise. We won't sell or buy today since we have traveled quite a bit recently, but we'll come back tommorow." Annie replied.
For some reason a shiver went down my spine and cold sweat traveled down my back when I heard her say 'hubby', like a premonition of future problems...
Shaking my head to clear those weird thoughts, I look around the area. He's obviously got everything a blacksmith would need. It would seem that right now he just finished a batch of nails.
If I remember correctly the man makes all sorts of things, from house hold things to weapons for the town guards.
"So, who's the child you brought with you." Gregory's voice snapped me from my thoughts.
I rubbed the back of my neck and gave a smile. "My name is Regis Brassard, I'm a good friend of your son and asked if the kind merchant couple would allow me to ride with them."
Gregory seemed to ponder before he hit a closed fist into the palm of his other hand, the 'light bulb' going off.
"Ah, I remember Tristian talking about you! Your the so called black swordsman, huh?" He then looks at me from head to toe. "The name fits you perfectly, hahaha!"
My eye twitches as I put a hand to my face in slight embarrassment. Damn it! That name is so stupid!
Fuck you, Kirito! Fuck you, Kawahara! Also screw myself for liking the color black!
"So where's Tristian? Shouldn't he be helping you around the forge?" Annie asked.
"Hm? Ah, my son went hunting a little while ago. He'll be back shortly most likely." Gregory replies.
Damn, I wish I could have gone hunting...oh well, I need to focus on what I came here for. Though I should wait for Tristian to come back.
"So, I see you've got two blades there. Tristian never said you dual wielded." Gregory said with a raised eyebrow.
"Actually I started to dual wield before the last tournament, but I wasn't quite ready to use it in real battle." I said.
"May I see your blades? Just by looking at the hilts I can tell that they are magnificently made."
I pondered the question. To be honest, showing him might not be the best idea due to them being made by ores that don't actually exist or at least are hidden from normal people. On the other hand, it would be suspicious if I refused.
Shrugging my shoulders, I unstrapped the sheathes from my back and laid elucidator on the wall while offering Conscience to the blacksmith. This sword is no where near as heavy as elucidator, so it should be fine.
He grasps the blade and his eyes slightly widen when he looks at it.
"The craftsmanship of this blade is perfect! Besides being slightly worn down from use, this blade is beautiful yet simple." He exclaims as he holds the blade up to his face for a better look.
That makes sense, it wasn't made by human hands after all. The 'system' was the one to make it. Any imperfections that a blacksmith would normally make won't be on there. Well, unless the blade is supposed to have imperfections, Like a goblin blade. Also the blades lose durability after a lot of use, it just so happens that these blades are pretty new.
"Do you know the materials used for this? Or maybe the smith who made this?" He asked the question I was slightly scared of.
I shook my head. "No, I found the blade in a cavern near my home."
Which it's actually true. Just near my home in another world(?) that only I can go to...gotta love half truths.
Gregory raises an eyebrow. "Well, you must be very lucky. This is a one of a kind blade." He hands me the sword.
"What of the other blade?" I wince a little as he points to Elucidator.
I grab the blade and lift it up, fretting if the guy will even be able to lift the sword.
The instant I let the blade go, he buckles under the weight with wide eyes. Almost dropping the blade, he manages to get it from it's sheathe with shaky arms.
"Y-you wield this!? This blade is heavier then most longswords I've made or dealt with!" He exclaims. "Though, the blade may look rather plain, it's even better then the last. Where did you get this one? What's it's name?"
"This one I received from a swordsman. He...challenged me and after I won he gave the blade up. As for the name, it's called the Elucidator." I respond.
Once again, I'm telling the truth. It's just that swordsman was actually a demon NM that wanted to kill me, not too different from what I said. Also the blade was a rare item drop from said NM...
It was rather funny seeing the man having to use two hands to swing the sword. Though it looked like the sword was swinging him instead.
The blade is classifed as a one-handed blade, but it's not a shortsword outside of the system. It's longer than shortswords, but smaller then longswords. It has room to use two hands, but you can't activate a two handed sword skill or a one handed one if you hold it with two hands.
When I took the sword back I did a few swings myself with one hand causing his eyes to widen.
"What the hell!? How could a kid wield that ridiculously heavy blade!?" He yells in shock.
"I eat my vegetables and train myself...a lot. Plus I wield swords while you use a hammer, I know how to use the weight of the sword." I shrug my shoulders.
It was around that time that Mathas came in finally and started to talk to Gregory like their old friends.
I space out a bit before some movement to my left catches my eye. Walking into the smithing area was Tristian himself.
"Hey Tristian! Bet you weren't expecting me to show up." I smiled.
He blinks a bit before rubbing his eyes, looks like he's doubting if I'm really here or not. Heh!
"Regis! What are you doin' here?" He asked in surprise.
The fifteen year old Tristian has quite a bit more muscle mass from all his time in the forge, plus his training. He grew quite tall, taller then the norm for his age group, standing at 5' 10". He has a scar on his upper right cheek from yours truly...though it was an accident, I swear!
He wears a close fitted shirt with a simple leather chest plate, gauntlets over his arms, brown trousers, and some boots.
All in all, I would say he could be 'scoring' with the ladies any day. Though with his personality that would never happen...not that I'm too much better. I'm sure if it wasn't for my ability telling me how people feel about me, I would be just as clueless.
"I came to visit. Plus something else, but I'll tell you later. Okay?" I sent a sharp look at him that clearly says, 'agree or else'.
"Ookay." He nods his head, but is clearly confused.
I nod my head in thanks as I strap my swords to my back. "How was your hunt?"
He scowled a bit. "Not good. I wasn't able to shoot for shit. Seriously, I love to hunt, but shooting arrows just isn't for me."
I raised an eyebrow. "...what other ways are there to hunt other than with a bow?"
I mean I may hunt with throwing picks and knives but you can't exactly buy that anywhere in the 'real world'. Well maybe the throwing knives but...
"I could always chase after the animals with my sword!" He says.
I deadpan at him. "Yeah, good luck on that one, big guy."
The guy doesn't run well and is only good with short spurts. In other words, his stamina is shit.
We continued our little banter for a while before heading inside his house for dinner.
"Welcome to Vilgrem, Regis!" Tristians mom said as she served the stew.
"Thank you!" I grinned.
The stew was actually pretty good. She would probably be around the higher thirties in cooking level. A bit better than Isabelle, not that I would ever say that out loud.
After dinner it was decided that I would stay here instead of the local inn. The merchant couple on the other hand are going to be sleeping by their supplies in the carriages.
"Are you sure that you won't be coming with us when you want to return?" Annie asked me.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm going to stay here for a little while before leaving." I replied.
Yeah, I actually have no clue how long I'm staying here. Plus, I really hate riding in carriages. They hurt your ass and they're too damn slow! I'd probaly be able to make it back to Domrémy in half a day if I shunpo my way there! I don't have to worry about getting lost thanks to the map function either.
"Okay, we're going to be staying in this village for a few days so come and tell us if you change your mind." Mathas waved goodbye with Annie right beside him.
I head over to Tristians and, temporarily, my room and enter with a sigh. I'll be sleeping in my special sleeping bag I bought in aincrad. It protects you from any weather and hides you from monsters(at least in aincrad it does).
"So, what is this serious matter you need to tell me about?" Tristian asked.
I closed my eye's and sigh. "It's a bit hard to believe, but I promise that I'm telling the truth."
I take a deep breath and explain to him the dreams I had for the past few years. Then I told him about God telling me to protect protect the village. Finally, I told him how I believe that it's actually telling the truth because it knew about the merchants.
By the time I was finished Tristian was leaning back and looking up at the ceiling, thinking.
"...I believe you." He said as he looked back down to me. "I have no reason to doubt your words and you wouldn't get anything but hate if you lied. So, I believe you."
I sighed in relief. That's one person down, just a whole village to go...
"Thank you, you don't know how relieved I am to hear that you don't think I'm crazy or some heretic." I said with a grateful smile before frowning. "What are the chances the whole village will believe me? We're strong, but we won't be enough to repel them all by ourselves."
Tristian gained a thoughtful face before smiling. "If you tell them the whole truth and they see that your not here for yourself, I'm sure they'll hear you out. Though you don't necessarily have to tell the whole town."
That calmed my nerves slightly, but I'm still super nervous. Plus I have very limited information about the whole thing. Though God told me that he'll talk to me again when I arrive to the village so that would be tonight.
Tristian is right about the fact that I don't have to tell everyone, but it's really the only way I can think of.
I nodded my thanks to Tristian and we talked about mundane things through out the night until we went to sleep.
Dream Begins
I looked around and saw that I was in a familiar white space. Sighing in relief, I look around for the familiar ball of light that is my informant.
"Good evening, Regis."
"Kyaaaaa!" I let out a manly shout of surprise as a voice speaks up from behind me. "Stop doing that!"
"Stop doing what exactly? Speaking?" There was no small amount of humor in the beings voice.
"You know what I mean! *sigh* Just...answer some of my questions please..." I let out a depressed sigh.
"Of course, Ask your questions."
"Which side of the village will they be attacking from?" I ask.
"They will come from the western entrance, from the forest." He answered.
Okay, that gives me the area we need heavy defense and I could also plan an ambush on them."Okay, next question. Who are the attackers? Soldiers or hired bandits?"
"These will be a group of hired mercenaries or, as you say, bandits. The village is too large for untrained bandits. They would simply rebuild...just like your own village did."
I winced slightly at that. I've always known that those bandits were hired from the English, but hearing it is different. It took a lot not to hate the English, but I still dislike them.
...which is kind of funny, because in my last life I had a lot of English in my blood. Though it was mostly from my mother's side...
Breaking myself from those thoughts, I will have to plan heavier defenses then. The mercenaries are going to be more organized then bandits.
"Okay, last question. When is the attack expected to take place?"
"It will take place in five days, as the sun is setting look west."
I nodded my head. Hmmm, that gives me enough time to have the village gates reinforced, with both wood and magecraft. Though I'll have to do it in secret...Then I'll also have to search out all the fighters in the village who can possibly take on mercenaries.
I bite my lip slightly when I think of that. How are untrained villagers going to properly defend themselves? Tristian said that the village has trained guards now, but there's not many of them. It's not like I have enough time to train them either...
"I can tell that you are stressed, but you must not lose faith. If you are worried that the strength of the people may fail, then all you have to do us strengthen the equipment." I could hear the grin in his voice.
I catch onto what he was suggesting. "You want me to apply reinforcement on the armor and weapons." I stated before shaking my head. "That won't last, the augments will dissapear before the battle begins."
"Not if you keep your faith and pray that they will stay strong." God surprised me before I started to feel myself waking up. "You have a hard and long road ahead of you, Regis. I'm sorry that I have to rely on you like this, but you are the only one capable of doing this...just remember that I'm always watching over you."
Dream end
"Regis, wake up!" Tristians voice snapped me awake.
"What!?" I jumped up, ready for an attack before remembering that it's not for five days. "Screw you, Tristian."
"You weren't waking up, so I had to change my way of attack."
I just grumbled as I rolled up my sleeping bag and stowed it away in a corner of the room.
"Want to help with the forge after breakfast? We're not gathering the villagers till mid-day so I will have to work in the forge." Tristian says.
I shrug my shoulders. "I guess, not like I have any plans other then convince...wait, actually do you have swords and armor in your forge?"
I have quite a few swords in my inventory, but I can't say that God just made swords appear...at least I don't think so. I'm really no holy man so I don't think I would be able to convince them either.
"Yes, but their not in the best shape right now. Most of them are dull and the armor needs cleaning." He replied.
"Leave all that to me. We'll need them for the attack, and I can do it pretty fast." I then remembered that I need to tell him about the new information. "I almost forgot, I have some more information..."
After telling him the information I was able to gather, we eat breakfast before heading off to the Forge. Gregory apparently will switch out with Tristian once the afternoon approaches.
tink tink tink
The sound of Tristian hitting hot iron mixes with the sound of the sword I'm holding grinding against a wet stone.
One really cool bonus to having a high level in Blacksmithing is this counts as upgrading the blade...to a certain level. It will, of course, stop getting stronger when the blade is done sharpening.
I look at the large pile of swords and see that most of them are iron shortswords, with a few iron longswords in the mix.
Thankfully they have all the sheathes needed and some extra. I may have to craft my own blades, or at least re-craft the lower quailty ones.
It saddens me, though, that these blades will most likely be used to take the life of another human within the next five days. Even so, I still can't squander from the work. I would rather these blades bite into the enemies flesh, then my allies having unreliable weapons.
"Hey, Tristian?" I call out to make sure I don't break his concentration.
"Yes?"
"...What do you think the smiths that forge the soldiers weapons feel when their swords or spears get taken to battle. Knowing that their weapon will be ending a life?" I ask him while still sharpening the blade in my hands.
There was a moment of silence, only the noise of my work being heard before he awnsers. "They don't think of it that way. They think of it as a way of them being on the battlefield, as a way to protect our lands without physically being there." He pauses for second as he focuses on his work before continuing. "Though personally, I like to help forge armor more then weapons. To forge great armor that blocks the enemies sword and saves a life instead of ending one is what I would like to do. I feel that I would be able to puff my chest in pride if I saw returning soldiers in my armor."
As he continues his little speech he gets more and more passionate, causing me to let out a chuckle. "I agree with you on that and admire your passion for it." My smile drops a bit as I sheathe the now sharpened sword, putting it in the finished pile. "Is that your dream for the future? Are you going to become a smith for the army?"
"...No, I still wish to be there on the frontlines, fighting the English and any other attackers back." Tristian says after a moment of silence.
He sounds unsure of himself, probably wondering if he really should do the blascksmith route. "Well, either way, I'm sure you will help defend France."
We then continued our work with no further conversations. After a few hours we took a break, I finished around 30-40 swords that are ready to be reinforced soon.
The sun is rising fast, along with my nervousness on what I have to do today...
I shake away the doubts, God told me to have faith in myself. If I look anxious in front of the villagers, then they won't listen and brand me some kind of heretic or delusional fool...and then they will most likely die from the raid.
It was as we were resting when I noticed Tristian taking glances out of the opening of the Smithing area. I followed his eyes to see a group of three giggling girls around fourteen or fifteen. He seems to be looking at the one in the middle.
She has light brown hair, blue eyes, and a nice smile. Small amount of freckles line her cheeks that only increases her beauty. She's dressed in what can only be described as noble clothing. A white dress with some frills, perfectly clean.
Her body is blooming into that of a healthy young woman as her curves are getting more defined.
Lucille LaRue Lv. 2
What I find particularly funny, is how Tristian has a light blush everytime her looks at her. Even more funny is how everytime they both meet eyes, they blush and look away!
This like one of those teen romance flicks Catherine used to watch! So, following the 'script', I must do what every friend does...
...make fun of him, then be his wingman.
"So, I take it you stalk that girl often?" I ask with a smirk.
He blushes. "...I have no clue on what you're talking about."
I playfully roll my eyes. "Really? Your not standing by the window and stealing glances at her with a blush." I said full of sarcasm. "Face it, your stalking the love of your life, but I suppose that since she conveniently stood with her friends almost directly outside your forge, that it's alright."
He takes another glance at her before looking away. "...her names Lucille LaRue, she's baron LaRue's daughter. I don't have a chance with her..."
And thus the teen romance plot...continues!
"Silence, thee heathen! And listen to mine words carefully! For love can topple any social status!" I say dramtically while doing a few poses before deadpanning. "Besides, she's definitely interested in you."
Tristian blinks before shaking his head. "Why would she be interested in me?"
I look at him up and down. "Well, your certaintly handsome and you've got a big heart. I'm honestly surprised you haven't had girls knocking down your door...though you would probably still miss the signs." He looked a little creeped out causing me to scowl. "Don't look at me like that! I like girls damn it! All I'm trying to do is help out my distraught friend get a girl!"
He blushed a bit and was about to say something before I cut him off. "You've got to man up and go out there! And if you won't go out there, I'll get them to come here! Got it!?"
I was aware that I was getting way to heated over this, but I honestly want this ship to sail. Even though I haven't talked to the girl before, I can tell they'll be great together.
It must be odd seeing a twelve year old pushing around a boy three years older then him. As well as giving love advice when I've never been in a relationship.
I put my coat on and strapped my swords to my back before starting to walk out of the forge. An arm was instantly wrapped around me to prevent me from moving forward.
"No, I can't just go out there! They look busy!" Tristian shouted as he attempted to hold me back.
Fool! You think that you can hold me back when you can barely lift elucidator!? I continue walking forward, Tristian being dragged along.
"How does that look busy to you!? They're in one of those social circle things that girls do, literally right in front of your house!" I then see Lucille's friends pointing our way while trying to drag the girl to us. "See, they want to talk!"
"Noooo!" He desperately tries to pull me back, but I don't budge.
"Hello! How are you three today?" I waved a hand of greeting while pulling Tristian along.
One of the friends smiles at me. "It's a fine day! We were just talking about you actually." She took a glance at Lucille, who was a blushing mess as she looks at the person I dragged along.
I took Tristians arm off me and pushed him forward with minimal strength. He crashes into Lucille lightly, causing both of them to blush.
"I-I'm sorry!" He bowed to her.
"I-it's okay! It wasn't your fault!" Lucille frantically said, obviously she doesn't mind at all.
Hahahaha! This is by far one of the best entertainment I've had in a long time.
I stole a glance at Lucilles two friends. One has dirty blonde hair while the other has brown. They both have blue eyes though.
Maeva Lv. 2
Marie Lv. 1
"*whistles* Wow, you two are such a great couple! I mean would be..." The dirty blonde girl, Maeva, said.
The two of them blush yet again and I can't help but let out a laugh. This is so out of character for him! He usually all 'cool guy' and 'Mr. confident', but right now he's acting like a love sruck teenager!
...Oh wait, he is a love struck teenager.
"*cough* Anyway, I believe that Regis has something to say." He basically just told me to get ot over with.
A bit of anxiety creeps up, but I force it down and take a deep breath. I give the same explanation and story I gave Tristian.
To my surprise the girls look at me with sparking eye's. Maeva takes my hands, creeping me out.
"That's amazing! You're a vassle of God!"
Ehhhhh!? These girls are too gullible! I know I should be happy, but they're way to too gullible!
"Hmmm, I can get father to talk with you, if you'd like."
"Yes, please, do that."
I instantly agree to Lucille's offer while inwardly thanking god for this miraculous situation. As well as Tristian for managing to get this girl to fall for him.
In hindsight, I should have thought of this sooner! Even if I managed to convince the townspeople, the noble in charge has the say in whether or not I get support. I'm strong, stronger then any soldier I've met(which isn't very much, mind you). However, I'm not conceded enough to believe I can handle a whole group of trained nercenaries, mentally or physically.
...well in a sense I could have just told no one about the 'revalation' and simply killed all of the attackers with skills/magic, making sure theres no witnesses. However, not only would I suffer a lot of guilt, I won't be making a name for myself. That's something I need to do in order to put the target on my back, not Jeannes'.
Still, I wonder how Baron LaRue is. Based off his daughter, I can safely assume that he is probably not a complete ass like the other nobles I've met.
As we walk to the noble's house, I scope out the town a bit. The town itself doesn't have the strongest of defences, but I'm not planning on the enemies actually being able to come near here. If I can convince the Baron then I will lead an ambush against the enemies. My searching skill will be able to find them, and my hiding skill paired with the boost my coat gives should make my ambush easy.
As I was thinking over these things, we finally came upon a large mansion that no doubt belongs to the noble we're going to visit.
Overall, it's what you would expect to see upon coming to a French Noblemans house/mansion. Even in a smaller and less popular town like this, the mansion is rather large. With gates surrounding the Perimeter, two guards stationed outside said gates, a large courtyard in the front with freshly cut green grass, and a multi-story mansion.
It's at the end of the Town, Overlooking it in a sense. Though I'm surprised they don't get shit for it being taller then the church.
"Regis! Stop daydreaming and let's go!" Tristian yelled at me as they walk through the gates, the guards giving the daughter of their 'lady' a respectful bow.
"R-right! Coming!"
The inside was very well kept, equipped with expensive furniture, some family portraits, and other decarations.
These are the types of places that are haunted in the future...
Walking a little bit faster, I keep up with the group. What? We all have our fears! Ghost's just happen to be mine!
Lucille lead us to a larger room near the back of the first floor, most likely an office of some kind where her father does his work as the noble of the town.
"Papa? May I, along with some guests enter?"
"Yes, of course you can!"
Yes! Just by hearing him I can tell that he is a decent human being and not a douche! Most of the other nobles have a certain...tone when they speak, even to their own children. A tone that instantly tells you that they think they are more important and better then you.
Upon entering, I look at the man behind the desk and I must say, Lucille definitely takes after her father in appearance. The man has the same light brown hair cut short and styled, and has the same blue eyes.
Lucille went straight over to her father and gave him a hug with a large smile indicating just how happy she is. The man stood up at his full height as he hugged her back, standing at around 5ft 11in.
Bernard LaRue Lv 23
I nearly let out a whistle at seeing the level, the man has my respect. The fact that his level is that high means he fought or hunted enough to give him the experience.
I've come to find out that the system knows the actions of pretty much everyone. My theory is that since God gave me this ability and he knows everyone of us, the system then also knows of everyone. This would allow it to then tell me of the experience they have in the form of a numbered level.
However, I don't know if they are given the experience the same way I am, by killing. If so, then that would mean that a level 30 human could have a large amount of skill and strength beyond his/her level...
"I see you brought Marie and Maeva with you, along with two lads. Though I certainly hope that you know I won't accept you going off on a relationship so young!"
I was snapped from my thoughts when the baron spoke up. Damn, I really need to stop doing that!
Tristian at my side stiffened when he heard what the apparently protective father said, causing me to stifle a chuckle. Oh you poor boy, you will have to earn the right to court this noblemans daughter.
"Good day, Baron LaRue."
Marie and Maeve curtsy as they greet the Baron.
"I-I am Tristian Milot, Son of the Gregory Milot the towns blacksmith!"
Oi oi, calm down! You don't need to shout! Tristian is standing ramrod straight, sweat pouring down the back of his neck as he tried to keep a nervous expression off his face.
Needless to say, he failed. Utterly.
"Oh? So your the son that Greg always talks about! Shame I haven't met you before, you seem like a fine boy."
Even though Bernard said that in a light tone, I swore I saw a hidden warning within his eyes as he looked at my friend.
'You aren't taking the heart of my daughter!' is what I saw in that hidden message.
This tims I stepped forward and bowed my head in respect.
"I'm Regis Brassard, a pleasure to meet you Baron LaRue. I have come here from Domrémy to visit my friend, Tristian."
Phew! I always get slightly nervous when I have to introduce myself to an adult, a noble no less. I guess it's the introvert in me from my past life.
"Ah, I see you have good manners Regis! Welcome to Vilgrem, I'm the baron in charge of the town. I do hope you enjoy your visit."
"This is the Black Swordsman we've heard about, Papa!"
To my suprise, Lucille suddenly told the Baron about that! Damnation, how did she even know!?
Looking over to Tristian, I saw him send a knowing smile and nod. You bastard! Don't go spreading around that stupid title!
"Really? You've made quite the stir, you know. There are numerous nobles that want you to become a part of their family guards. After all, you don't see a child beating a soldier, even if that soldier is passed his prime! Some even say that you've been blessed by the lord himself!"
"Am I really that well known? I only fought in a few tournaments. Plus being called the Black Swordsman is a bit..."
The Baron raises an eyebrow before a look of understanding comes.
"Ah, I see. You haven't been able to read a lot of stories or aren't able to read at all so you would never have heard."
I furrowed my eyebrows at hearing this. What do stories have anything to do with me?
"No, I can read most words but I fail to see how that applies here."
"Hmmm, I think I have it somewhere..."
Instead of awnsering me, the baron goes to a bookshelf at the other side of the room and seems to be looking for a specific book.
"Papa?"
"Aha!"
We all jumped at his sudden exclamation. He walks over and places a book in front of us. I can tell Marie, Maeva, and Tristian have no clue as to what it's saying but Lucille and I can read it without any problems.
"'The Argonauts'?"
"Yes! A book on the adventures of a group of Greek heroes. While they may follow pagan gods, the story is quite interesting. However, the reason I brought this out is due to this."
Bernard points to a picture of the group, more specifically the swordsman with two blades on his back, brown hair, and dressed in all black with pieces of black armour. It also appears that he has slightly pointed ears.
"This is the Black Swordsman that travelled with them on their adventure, they even say he was strong as Hercules! In fact, a black swordsman seems to appear quite a bit in these fictional stories. I thought you might have been trying to be like them..."
I shook my head with a dumbfounded expression.
"No, this the first I've heard of it."
"Hmmmm, it's not surprising I suppose. These stories are often looked down on due to the fact that it could be seen as a crime against the church, due to these people worhiping false gods. However, I enjoy these stories, full of adventure even if they don't have a happy ending! Anyway, that's where your title comes from as well as your way of dressing of course."
I only half pay attention to him as I stare at the drawing. A blonde haired man, a large muscular man, a lithe green/blonde haired girl holding a bow, and the swordsman besides her. They don't have faces and the drawings aren't that great, but I never heard of a black swordsman in the Argonauts!
...though I doubt that it's all that rare for a swordsman to dress in all black. Right?
"Anyway, Papa, we have news that you need to hear."
I shake my head to get rid of those distracting thoughts and straighten up to prepare myself to explain the situation.
Lucille and I tell him about the dreams, I do most of the talking for obvious reasons. His face grows into a more grim expression and by the time we finish, he's looking a bit unpleased.
"...you realise what you are saying, right?"
I nodded my head without hesitation or worry. A warmth in my chest seems to be growing, calming any nerves I may have.
"I do. I'm aware of the fact that if this is false then I will have comitted terrible crimes against the church and will be hung or burned."
I closed my eyes as I say this, the warmth in my chest growing even more. When I open my eyes, I stare into the blue eyes of the man in front of me unflinching at the sterness present within them.
"I know I am right, and if you don't assist me I will still go and fight. If I die, I will die with no regrets. However, I have seen the destruction of this town and have come to warn and help you. If you do not heed my warning, I can not assure you that your town will survive."
Silence. No one made a sound as the baron and I stared at each other. Finally the man sighed before bringing a map of the town and some of the surrounding land.
"If you are so sure, then you must tell me where they will be coming from."
The warmth in my chest seemed to explode as it felt as if something was taking control. I felt at peace and gave the unknown being free reign.
My index finger moved toward the western parts of the forest, circling a certain section.
"They will come from the west with a group of 300 men with the cover of the trees and shadows from the setting of the sun."
Even my voice is slightly different. While it sounds the same, it had a kinder and more gentle tone.
"From here, they will split into two groups and try to encircle the town. I reccomend taking them out either before the split by setting a trap, or risk splitting your own group of soldiers up."
"Y-you...who are you?"
The person taking hold of my body tilted my head and regarded the baron in front of me with a small and fond smile.
"I am who I am. It is for you to figure out. However, I have warned and told you of the plans of the enemy. Whether you believe or not...that is up to you."
The warmth vanished and I regained complete control over my actions.
I looked at my hands in astonishment. What the bloody fuck was that!? What just took me over!?
My status appears to be fine and I haven't received any messages or anything, so what just took me over!? Also, why was I so accepting of it and even miss the feeling it gave me?
"Regis?"
I turned to Tristian with a worried look.
"What just-?"
Before I could finish, I promptly blacked out...
Third Person POV
"Regis!"
Tristian quickly caught Regis before he could hit the ground, worried for his friend.
The others stared at the boy with wide eyes. Unknown to Regis, at the time when he was posessed, his eyes changed to the purest of blue they have ever seen. So blue that the sky paled in comparison, and his body seemed to almost glow.
"Papa, what was that?"
Lucille looked at her father with a worried gaze. The man in question said nothing as he sat behind his desk with his gaze firmly set on the unconsious boy.
"...I shall speak to the soldiers and guards, as well as make a public announcement. The town will be under attack and we must prepare as much as we can."
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT MY OWN CHARACTERS.
I'm back! I'm sorry for the delay, but between college and other life problems I have been going through, I just didn't have the time to write! However, School is over and I am back, baby!
This will be a back to back release due to not wanting to have just a single chapter 15 words while the rest is 6-7. Though the chapter length will be subtly growing, especially after this arc.
Anyway, this chapter foreshadows many future events as well as gives us a few new characters. We also learn more about Tristian as well!
Also, Thank you for reading this! I honestly never thought that the story would be so well recieved seeing as it's kind of...odd and far fetched (the system is at least, there's only one other story that I know of where OC is taken to hundred years war france).
Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the next one released right after this one!