Chapter 6: Beginnings of a servant to a Lord
Alright the 6th chapter, it has been a bumpy road, with people hating my decision, in chapter 2, but I think this is going to be a chilled chapter where nothing violent is going to happen (this is the more improved version)
"Lady Emilia I'm back." He says while doing the proper bow.
Emilia smiles at Birsingr "How was your trip Sir Birsingr?"
Birsingr looks to the side, "It was rough, but I got their eventually, but…" he places his hand on the dragon "Midir lost his owner, attacked by some wolves with red eyes, I was unable to save him, so he wished for me to take care of him, if that's possible."
Emilia noticed the blood on Birsingr's cloak and asks Birsingr "What happened, you have blood on your cloak" Emilia exclaims
"Oh, it's the creatures and it would seem some of their blood got on me, don't worry none of it is mine." Birsingr reinsures.
"was it a Mabeast?" Emilia asks
"Mabeast? You mean the wolf creature I encountered."
"Yes, those ones, but did you get hurt."
"it will take more than a few Mabeasts to kill me." He boats
"Now that you are here you can meet Roswaal." she says excitedly.
"Roswaal?" Birsingr says confused "I thought this was your home."
Emilia shakes her head "No, Roswaal is letting me stay here while the Emperor Trials are going on, in fact he is interested in meeting you."
"Well then, is Lord Roswaal here, I'm now curious about him."
As Emilia and Birsingr talk Rem and Ram come out the front door.
"Lady Emilia, Breakfast is…" Ram stops as she sees Birsingr.
"Ah lady Ram and lady Rem, so good to see you" he gives a bow
Rem and Ram embrace each other "Rem, Rem the deviant Mr. Ash is back"
"Sister, sister the deviant is back."
Birsingr is slightly annoyed that he is being called a deviant "Heh, I must say you two are quite amusing as usual, but you were going to say something before you called me a deviant."
"Of course, Breakfast is ready Lady Emilia, I will set an additional plate for Sir Birsingr" Ram says.
"No need, I already ate, the dragon may need food, just tell me where the stables are, and I can deal with it." Birsingr explains.
"When you are ready, I'll send Rem to come and get you to meet Roswaal when we are done eating." Emilia waves goodbye and goes for breakfast, Birsingr nods before taking the dragon to the back.
As the girls where walking back, Birsingr could see the maids display a bit of hostility directed towards him, he instinctively placed his hands on his swords. "I've got a bad feeling about this."
After a short drive, he arrives at the stable, he unclips the dragon from the carriage, and puts Midir in the stable, Birsingr starts looking around the stable for what a dragon could possibly eats, after a bit of searching he finds, what he believes to be dragon food, pieces of meat and grain mixed together.
He takes the food and puts in the feeding trough, and the dragon starts eating it like a mad dog.
"I've gone from killing dragons to feeding and owning one."
Midir does a low growl to Birsingr.
Now that Midir is comfortable, he decides to look through the carriage to see what he can use.
He turns his attention to the carriage and decides to find anything useful. He opens the carriage door and starts rummaging through it, after lifting one of the seats up, he found a small bag full of gold, "Must be all the money he saved up for something important." He places the sack of gold behind his blood soak cloak.
After looking under the driver seat cushion, he finds an envelope with the strange writing, he puts in his satchel for safe keeping as he is going to read it later.
He walks out of the dim stable and walks out into the bright sun, he stares at it, memorised by its beauty.
As he continues to look he suddenly hears a voice "Thank You, for coming back" a mysterious voice calls out, Birsingr draws immediately his blades.
"Sir Birsingr?" A voice calls him.
Birsingr quickly turns around ready to kill but he almost slices Rem's head off, but he stops the momentum of his blade.
"Ah, Lady Rem, my apologies" he puts his swords away "how can I be of serves" Birsingr asks her.
Birsingr could see the glimpse of large giant ball before disappearing "What was that?"
"Lord Roswaal, is ready to meet you." She reminds him.
Birsingr nods and Rem leads him to Roswaal.
As they were making their way, Birsingr is curious about something.
"What is Lord Roswaal like?" Birsingr asks curious
Rem ignored the question and didn't answer anything.
Birsingr felt Rem is being rude, as it is curtesy to answer
But something bothered him "what was that voice? And why does it sound familiar."
Inside the mansion, a man with a white face that made him look almost like a ghost with purple eye makeup, indigo colour hair with a small hat on the top, he is wearing a purple suit, with a large cape, with white gloves and deep brown boots, but is interesting is his eyes as one is a blue colour and the other a yellowish-brown colour.
The table can hold 8 people with three sitting on the table, it has three bowls of porridge, fruits like abbales, pears, and grapes, white bread and different chesses, and for drinks, they are drinking very fine black tea.
"So, Emilia, the knight that saved you has returned correct?"
Emilia nods.
From Roswaal point of view he sees the door opening, revealing Rem and the knight who saved Emilia from the assassin.
When Birsingr enters the room, he sees Emilia and that imp Beatrice, but what catches his attention is the man in the front of the table "That must be Lord Roswaal." to Birsingr he looks more like a clown than a Lord, but he can feel a huge amount of magical energy inside Roswaal."
"So, who is this interesting individual who has graced my home" Roswaal says dramatically.
Birsingr bows "And who may be this jester, who is far away from the kingdom, to entertain the king." He says mockingly.
Birsingr grabs the hilt of his blade, as he can feel magical power unleashing from Ram "No one makes fun of Lord Roswaal, you will show him res…"
Before Ram could do anything, Roswaal stops her "It's alright Ram, the guest is quite amusing,"
Ram calms down, and bows "My, apologise Lord Roswaal."
"Ah, how rude of me, please take a seat, and please take your helmet off, are you hungry, after such a long trip?" Roswaal offers.
Birsingr take the offer and sits opposite to Roswaal, Birsingr now looking right at him "No thank you, I'm not hungry," he pulls down his hood and takes his helmet off, and puts it on the table
"So, Emilia told me that you saved her from an assassin, correct"
Birsingr nods.
"But before I continue, I would like to know something." He says as he leans on the table.
"And what may that be?"
"Emilia also told me you use a unique style of magic, I'm curious how does it work?"
Birsingr sighs because Roswaal is more interested in his magic and skill, "Sorry but that is a secret to my faith, so only those who are members may learn my magic." Birsingr shows no expression, "he is too much like Anastasia, and I don't like that."
"Then what is this religion you follow?" Roswaal asks
"I follow the teachings of the Lord of Sunlight, who with his power, gave sunlight to a world shrouded in fog and grey mist, there is more to the tale, but, I cannot tell you anymore, as you are not part of our ways."
"Such a shame, it would be an interesting tale to tell, but somethings are not to be told." Roswaal says with a bit of disappointment. "Well then, what can I offer you as thanks, anything you desire, I will give you within my power." Roswaal offers with a dramatic tone.
Birsingr looks at Roswaal with a neutral expression, and boldly explains what he wants "I would like to serve Emilia and vouch to be her knight."
Everyone has a look of shock on such a proposal, except Roswaal who is quite glad that Birsingr is staying as he can study and figure out the magic he use.
"Even though you saved her, you can't become her knight, as you are just a stranger to everyone in this household." He explains, "However there is a position for a butler, and you might be interested instead for being a knight."
Birsingr almost crushes the chair arms out of anger, but quickly cools down before he loses it "Very well I'll be her butler for now."
Looks like your knight in shining armour or butler in is staying here for a while." Puck teases
Emilia blushes" P…puck" while Birsingr sighs and excepts he is going to be a butler.
Emilia is glad that her saviour is staying and that she can now talk to him easily.
The maids on the other hand, have a look of displeasure on their faces, because this man is going to stay in the mansion for a while.
Roswaal then picks a smell up and covers his nose "Someone smells of bloody ash" he smells and realises that it is Birsingr "Rem Ram, take butler Birsingr to be fitted for his new clothes and give him a bath,"
"Not that again" he sighs in his head.
"Yes, Lord Roswaal" the two bow, and walk next to Birsingr "Please follow us" Birsingr gets up and follow the twins to where they are leading him.
As the two are leaving Roswaal continues to stare at the enigma that is Birsingr, but he could hear something muttered by Birsingr "Damn clown"
Once the three leave Emilia gets up "Excuse me, I must be getting back to my studies," she bows and leaves the dining hall, with Puck following her.
When the two leave Beatrice asks Roswaal something important "Was it wise to let such a dangerous and mysterious person in the mansion? I suppose." Beatrice asks, while glaring at Roswaal.
Roswaal smiles, "It is better to keep your enemies where you can see them, so that way, you can keep an eye on what they are planning, besides Rem and Ram can take dispose of him if he becomes a threat" Roswaal says not worried about Birsingr.
"Do what, you will, excuse me I must get back to the library" Beatrice getting up, now leaving Roswaal alone.
"Hm, things are now getting even more interesting." He says amused.
In the mansion's closet, the closet is full of colour clothes, that probably belong to Roswaal, also with maid and butler uniform, Birsingr is topless, and thankfully his underwear is still on "So I have to wear these clothes, why is a problem to wear my armour?"
Ram takes out a suit, "It would be insulting if you wear such horrible armour in the mansion." She insults.
"Even if my armour is ugly, it is functional, besides, looks don't win battles." He says bluntly.
Rem ignoring his rant "Please try this on" Ram gives Birsingr a suit.
Birsingr snatches it off Rams hands, he puts it on, but the shirt doesn't reach over his muscle chest "The shirt is too small." he takes it off and throws on the ground
"I can't believe I'm a butler." He complains to himself.
"It would seem you don't fit the largest size we have, so we need to customise it to fit you." Rem says as she picks up the white shirt.
Ram then gets the measuring tape and starts measuring Birsingr, as she is measuring him she takes notes of how many scars he has, as some of them should not be survivable like one that looks like he was stabbed in the chest by some sort of sword, or another where he has a puncture on his left chest which could have been by a spear. The number of scars he has is uncountable, no human could survive all these injuries.
"Are you done?" he says impatiently.
Ram moves away from Birsingr "Yes sir, I'm done, thank you for being patient." With distain in his voice.
Birsingr walks to his armour and starts putting, it on.
Rem and Ram bow and leave Birsingr alone, but before the door closed Rem eyes Birsingr with suspicion.
Even though it was brief he saw the suspicious look in Rem's eyes
After 10 minutes Birsingr is in his armour all that is left is his gauntlet, Birsingr grabs the glove and puts it on, tightening the leather strap.
"I think it would to study the history, of this new age," he thinks to himself
He then exits the door, and starts wondering, the mansion hoping to find the library, so that way he can learn additional information.
As he is wondering the mansion he ponders, if staying with that jester is a clever idea, for some odd reason he reminds Birsingr of Anastasia, and that is not a good sign, as people like her and Roswaal are dangerous, as they will do anything to get what they want, also, he can't fully gauge Roswaal's power so that can be an issue.
As Birsingr is wondering the halls, he decides to try his luck, and opens a random door, to see Emilia underdress.
Birsingr stands their like a statue "I screwed up, this time."
Emilia notices the door is opens and freezes herself.
They both stare at each other before apologising "Forgive me lady Emilia," he says while closing the door slowly.
After that be bolts down the hallway to make some distance.
After that little sight he starts looking for the library again.
He looks around opening random doors again, after his fiftieth door Birsingr is starting to get frustrated "Where in bloody Izalith is that library." As he opens the door Roswaal walks by.
"You are looking for something my dear butler?" Roswaal asks.
Birsingr seethes with anger slamming the door hard, at being called a butler, but he quickly cools down and huffs "I'm looking for the library do you know how to."
Roswaal opens the same door as Birsingr, to reveal the library.
Birsingr is even angrier, "He's going to die."
"Have fun butler" he says while walking away.
She looks up from her book "Well you managed, to find the library again, I suppose" Beatrice says with intrigue.
Birsingr enters the Library "Lady Beatrice" he bows "I need a request"
"And what is that? I suppose"
"I need to look over something, so may I look around, for the information I seek relating to history."
Beatrice looks at Birsingr for a moment, "You may, but be careful with the books as they are valuable, I suppose."
Birsingr bows, walks to a book shelf before he grabs a book Beatrice asks him something.
"Birsingr, I need to know something, Emilia told me about your magic, and I need to know, is it truly powered by the gods?" Beatrice asks.
"Yes, but how I cast the spell, is only allowed between the Warriors of Sunlight, so you aren't allowed its secrets."
Beatrice is a little annoyed at the answer, so she tries again "If you don't tell me anything useful you won't be allowed to read the books." She threatens
"Fine if you want to know, the miracles, as they are called, can only be casted by those with high faith, example," he pulls out Yhorshka's chime, and mumbles a little prayer, he raise the chime up ringing the bell, and a small orb light shines down, and an orange mist could be seen around Birsingr.
"That's how a miracle is casted Beatrice, satisfied." He asks
"I'm satisfied, I suppose" she would pry more, but she doesn't want him to be suspicious.
Birsingr walks to a bookshelf, and starts talking out books to read, but when he tries to read, he can't because, it is another language, Birsingr closes the book and put it back, he repeats it, for four more times.
As Beatrice is reading, she suddenly hears a loud thump sound, thinking it is nothing she goes back to reading.
After the tenth slam Beatrice gets up and walks to Birsingr as she does that, she takes a book.
When she is behind Birsingr, she kicks him in the heel to get his attention.
Birsingr stops and turns around then looks down to the little girl "Yes Lady Beatrice."
"Read this if you can." She hands a book to Birsingr.
Birsingr takes the book and studies it for a second and tries and speak what the words may be.
Outside Emilia is talking to Puck about Birsingr
"You seem happy that Birsingr is back Emilia, especially he since he saw you naked with that beautiful body." Puck teases.
Emilia Blushes "Don't say that Puck, he should have knocked before entering the room, I might need to teach him some manners later."
"You know you liked it Emilia." He teases again.
Emilia looks away in embarrassment, trying to forget that incident.
Emilia then hears screaming coming from around the building, she and Puck race to the corner to see Birsingr in the dirt again.
"Well aren't you in the same predicament Birsingr." Pucks notes.
Birsingr glares at puck for making fun of him.
Emilia couldn't help but laugh, but she couldn't when she hears Beatrice popping her head out of the now broken window.
Beatrice pops her head out and looks down fuming with anger "Next time, don't come in here, and pretend to read, when you obviously can't."
Birsingr take his helmet off because it is full of dirt and manure, he looks up a bit pissed off "Well how about not throwing me out the window!"
Beatrice pull her head in and walks to back to the library.
Birsingr get up and walks out of the shrub, while wiping as much of the dirt as possible, he sees Emilia, but before she could say anything he raises his hand up to stop her "I know, I'll go to the bath" he makes to the bath, while shaking his feet to remove any dirt.
After a short but uncomfortable stroll he finally made it to the bathroom, once he takes his armour off and puts it in a basket, he sits outside the bath, and scrubs himself down, and once he scrubs himself clean, he enters the bath, and relaxes.
As Birsingr sits in the bath he starts to pounder something "What was that voice that said Thank You." He takes his hand out and stares at the plum of his hand "Does it have to with this mark, if so then who or what gave it to me, and for what purpose?"
The door then opens then closes, he turns to see Roswaal butt naked, and his member visible.
"Well what a coincidence to see you here."
Birsingr turns around trying to forget what he saw "What do you want Roswaal?" he says with annoyed tone.
"Well I thought of joining you, if you don't mind." Roswaal asks with a smile.
"No" Birsingr says bluntly.
Roswaal bends down and kneels next to Birsingr "I can't do that, you see, I own this mansion, and everything in it, including you considering that you are now Emilia's butler" he whispers into Birsingr's ear.
Birsingr places his hand on Roswaal face and pushes him back.
"My, aren't you rough."
After that shenanigan Roswaal is now in the bath, enjoying the warmth from the water.
Birsingr stares at Roswaal, noticing something different about him.
Roswaal notices Birsingr staring at him "Do you have something to say."
Birsingr shakes his head "I just realised something."
"Oh, what is that."
"Your face isn't as pale as I first saw it"
"Oh, you thought my face was naturally pale, well sad to disappoint you, I wear face paint"
"Heh, and here I thought you couldn't be less of a jester." Birsingr says snarky.
Birsingr notices that Roswaal is sniffing the air, wondering what he is smelling he asks "Lord Roswaal, what's wrong?"
Roswaal grabs his nose, "I smell wet ash, and my word it stinks"
Birsingr huffs out of annoyance, this is going to be a problem, and he needs to fix it.
"Oh, it would seem it is you, I'll ask Ram to prepare some Karnago Powder" Roswaal offers.
"If it means people stop complaining, about my ash smell I'll welcome it." Birsingr takes the offer.
"I do have a question why is it that you smell like ash?" Roswaal asks
"It's because of my religion for every life I take, I must sprinkle wood ash over to ask for forgiveness"
"Might ask Ram to give you lots of Karnago Powder then."
"Know I have question for you, can you tell me anything of this lands past."
"Have you been living under a rock, Birsingr?"
"You could say that, since I come from a different land my knowledge, on this one is lacking.
"Before I answer your question, I have one of my own now."
Birsingr A little curious now nods
"Where are you from Birsingr"
Birsingr kept quiet for a moment, "I'm from a land far from here, further than you have ever travelled
Roswaal continues to press "So, what can you tell me of your land so that I may visit it in the future."
"That won't be possible, as my land has been destroyed from the inside out, and all that is left is ruins, so don't bother, but anyway, know that I have answered your questions, answer mine."
"Well of course, let me see, ah yes, have you heard of The Witch of Envy Satella" Roswaal asks
When Roswaal said The Witch of Envy he could feel a cold feeling down his neck. "No, but Emilia did ask me that when I first saw her, but no I have no knowledge"
"Well for simplicity, she was defeated by a dragon, a sage and a saint who sealed The Witch of Envy over 400 years ago, and do you know what the witch was."
"A half elf, half human with silver hair, correct." Birsingr clarifies.
"Indeed, and if you notice, when you were in Lugnica they gave her, cold and suspicious looks, it's because they are scared of her resemblance of the witch."
"So, it's like how the undead were treated by the gods and the people, hated and feared, and looked upon like freaks." Birsingr compares.
"Of course, there are people who worship, Satella as a goddess, and some think that Emilia is the reincarnation of the witch, and will do anything to see their mistress, so that's why, Emilia is under my care, with me around the witch's cult wouldn't even dare to attack."
After that Roswaal continues to explain the history of Lugnica, once Roswaal explains the rest of the lands history which did take some time, Birsingr walks out the bathroom, to see Ram, with a change of clothes and spotted underwear.
They stare at each other for a moment, but Ram broke the silence.
"Would you cover that thing up, it's disgusting." Ram insults.
Birsingr ignores that insults, and make his way to his armour, but when he sees the basket his armour is not there but a plain black long shirt, and brown trousers, with his bottomless box on the new clothes."
He turns to Ram, not happy that his armour is taken, "Where is my armour Ram?"
"I had Rem, polish that sad excuse of what you call armour, and left those clothes for you." Ram is about to enter the bathroom, but Ram needs to ask him something
"Birsingr, before you came here, where you a solider or a knight?" Rem inquires
Birsingr takes a breath "No as far back as I can remember I have been a Mercenary, my blade always been for hire" he lies, he can't exactly say he was awaken in a Cemetery of Ash, to slay four lords of cinder, that would be a bad idea.
"So, you live a life of the highest bidder, how disgusting, whatever treasure you want you can have and go back to your homeland."
"Sorry Ram, but I made a promise, and I tend to keep my word on a lot of things." Birsingr replies.
Rem looks at him but turns and walks to the door.
"Ram, I have a question of my own?" Birsingr Asks.
"And what may that be?"
"I'm curious Why do follow him? He seems very shifty, as he has some sort hidden agenda." Birsingr warns, as after dealing with someone like Patches, he can tell when someone is shifty.
"What would you know about loyalty, you seem shiftier, than Lord Roswaal ever will be, so I would advise you to watch your tongue Birsingr." She says with spite.
She glares at him before entering the bathroom, living Birsingr alone, he shakes it off and starts changing to the new clothes, he slides puts on the shirt and puts on the trousers.
Once he grabs his box, he exits the bathroom and goes straight to his room, to check his items and equipment.
Once in his Room, he grabs his box and places it on the bed.
He opens the box and puts his hand in it, he then grabs something, and pulls it out, and it is the green blossom, a good small snack when his stamina is low to replenish it quickly.
He goes for another dip, and pulls out the Divine Blessing, a good item when he was out of Estus, but sadly this is his last one, so he needs to use this in a dire situation.
He goes again, and this time it was the red eye orb… he always wondered why he went and got this especially since he never used it, but being curious, he focuses his mind on the orb, but it crumbles into red dust. "I guess since the fire is gone, the gaps in worlds have been closed, and I can't go to others to ask for help, I am truly alone now."
He walks to the window, and opens it letting the dust scatter to the 4 corners to the world, symbolising that the old word has gone to ash, and a new one rises from the winds of the ashes.
He walks back and grabs another item, this time it is a weapon, he pulls it out and it turns out to be one of his more interesting weapons the Wolf's Night Great sword, he can remember the hell he went through to obtain the blade from the soul of the Abyss Watchers. Birsingr places the sword next to the bed leaning on the wall, as he is going to practise with it to get a good feel of it.
Birsingr continues to take his stuff out and examines it.
He looks at it and it is, the White Soapstone but with its glow gone, the Red Soapstone also dead, throwing knifes, poison knife, coil sword fragment now just a normal piece of iron, the pine resigns he uses, as well as the Church Guardian Shiv, and Siegbrau.
He looks at the Siegbrau remembering his old friend, he shakes it off when he hears a knock on the door, "Enter"
The door opens to reveal the blue haired maid, "Sorry to disturb you Birsingr, but Roswaal request you to join him for dinner tonight."
Birsingr nods and follows her to the dining room.
It is another quite walk to the dining room, Rem and Birsingr didn't say a word.
Birsingr finally arrives at the dining room, Rem opens the doors, and walks in followed by Birsingr, who sits on the opposite side of the table.
On the table there is steamed potatoes and carrots, a large chicken in the centre, with salads on the side, the drinks are the finest wines that money can buy, but since he is Unkindled Birsingr can't taste anything, but to keep his cover he needs to eat.
Ram offers him some wine, and Birsingr excepts, also Rem is putting food on Birsingr's plate.
"So, how has your stay been?"
Birsingr takes a sip of the wine. "It's been fine, despite me being tossed out of a window for the second time." He says while glaring at Beatrice.
"Yes, she told me that, you can't read." Roswaal says
"It's not that I can't read, it is that, I can't read the language."
"So, you came here without studying the language, well then, I think it is important you study, so Ram and Rem will help educate you."
"Thank You, Lord Roswaal."
"Birsingr, I have a question" Rem asks.
"And what may that be?"
"When I entered your room, I saw an ugly Great Sword, leaning on your bed, and with your armour, how did you require it?"
Everyone stops eating and looks at Birsingr.
Quickly he thinks something on the spot "That sword has been in my family for generations, and my armour was made by my friend Siegward." He lies, he got the Fallen Knight Set of a corpse, but telling that might be a bad idea.
"he must have been a good friend if, he would make you such armour." Roswaal commented.
"He must have been a terrible black smith to make such ugly armour." Ram insulted.
"Yes, especially the sword which looks broken and wared down, so why would u keep that ugly sword." Rem asks
"Because Miss Rem, that sword was wielded by a great warrior, who fought the very darkness."
"So, who was this warrior a no body?" Beatrice asks
"His name has been lost to time, however he was considered the Wolf's Knight Master." Birsingr tells him the legend of Artorias
"My, what an interesting tale, tell me did he fight against the witch Satella." Emilia asks
"Indeed, he fought against her but failed to do so, so that sword is what is left of his legacy." Birsingr lies
Emilia is awed at such a tale, one decided to face the witch on his own with just a sword in hand.
"So Birsingr, who was this Siegward" Emilia asks.
"He was like a mentor to me, and he was my best ally" He answers Emilia's question.
Emilia asks another question "Is your friend still around, I would like to meet him one day."
Birsingr looks to the side in sadness "He left this world a long time ago, he was the only other person who I call a friend, just like the others they are all gone."
Emilia has a look of sympathy on her face "I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sure that, you will meet others like them."
"No! I will not meet anyone like them again Emilia!" Birsingr snaps at her.
Everyone looks at Birsingr with shock.
Realising what he has done he gets up "I'm sorry, I've lost my appetite, please excuse me." He quickly exits the dining room and makes his way back to his room.
As Birsingr is wondering the halls something bothered him "Was I to harsh, Emilia has been kind to me and how I reacted was a bit over board."
Birsingr enters his room and closes the door.
He sits on his bed and remember an old but painful memory.
Flashback
Birsingr enters the throne room, of his second Lord Cinder Yhorm the Giant, as he walks in, he could see the giant sitting on his throne, with his Great Machete, in hand.
Birsingr walks forward but stops when he hears a second set of boots, he turns around to see the Onion Knight Siegward of Catarina, wielding a sword he has not seen before.
"Yhorm, old friend, I. Siegward of the Knights of Catarina, have come to uphold my promise!" as he Says that Yhrom gets up, his body glowing a crimson red "Let the sun shine upon this Lord of Cinder."
Before Birsingr, charges in Siegward tells him something, "Near his throne there is a weapon that can defeat it him, quickly I'll hold him off."
Birsingr nods and runs to Yhorm.
Yhorm seeing Birsingr, raises his machete, and is about to slam down, but, a slice of wind strikes Yhorm in the face, causing the giant Lord of Cinder to stumble and grab his face.
Birsingr now in front of the throne looks around to find the Stormruler, while his friend is dealing with the giant, he searches through the piles of chard corps, but still no luck, as he losing hope, he could see a sword that looks identical to the one Siegward is using.
Siegward is in a corner as Yhrom, looks down at his friend ready to crush him.
Siegward closes his eyes, and is about to except his fate, if not for him hearing the same sound that the Stormruler makes.
He opens his eyes to see Yhorm staggered he turns his head to see his friend with the sword in hand.
"Good show my friend, now let us deal with this Lord of Cinder." Siegward rallies.
The Giant Lord gets up, with his Embers erupting to flames, showing he is angry.
Yhrom runs towards Birsingr, who didn't have enough time to charge the blade, so when the giant did an overhead smash to crush Birsingr like a bug, he dodges, causing the Lord to hit the stony ground.
Using the opportunity that Birsingr created, Siegward uses to charge the blade.
Siegward raises the sword high, before slamming it into the ground, creating a wave of wind striking the back of the giant.
Yhorm once again stumbles on to one knee.
Birsingr runs away from Yhorm to create some distance, so he runs next to Siegward.
"Good show, it would seem, Yhorm is on his last legs, few more hits he should be defeated." Siegward prompts.
Birsingr turns and nods, then puts his focus back on to Yhorm, who know is starting to look tired from the damage the Stormrules is dealing.
So as a final act, Yhorm gets up, and bursts into flames once more and runs while bashing his machete, like how a berserker would fight when put in a corner.
Birsingr being agile, was able to dodge all the attacks, Siegward then launches another attack.
Birsingr rolls back, and while staggered, he charges the final, attack and then launches the attack.
Yhrom starts to get up, but he felt the power of storms on his back, he drops on both knees, and looks up to the ceiling before turning to a pile of ash.
Birsingr collected the Cinders of Yhorm, and the giant's lord soul, he places both the items in his bottomless box for safe keeping, as he still has 2 more lords to deal with.
Siegward sits down, breathing heavily, after an exhausting battle.
Birsingr walks towards Siegward who is huffing.
"My thanks, if you weren't here, I might have not hold up my promise to my friend, so before you go, we have a toast, to our victory.
Birsingr sits down, and both raise a bottle of Sigbrau, "Long may the sun rise"
"Praise the Sun" Birsingr cheers back.
Both takes a swig of the alcoholic drink, "So what are you going to do know, my friend." Siegward asks.
"I still have two more lords of cinder to claim, Aldrich the Devourer of Gods and one more unknown to me."
"Well I'm going to have a little nap, them be on my way, may the sun shine on your path." Siegward encourages.
"Indeed, Praise the Sun, Siegward" Birsingr walks off while waving.
As Birsingr is going to exit the door, he could feel souls rushing to his body, quickly he turns around to see Siegward lying on the ground.
Birsingr rushes to his friend and starts shaking him, to wake him up, but to no success, he stops shaking Siegward, and just stays their kneeling in shock, it seems that no matter what he does he loses his comrades, first he was not able to save Horas, and now this.
Birsingr knelt there for what felt like hours, he gets up, and takes the onion knights body and move the body out of the water, and onto the foot off the throne.
He lies the body straight, clasping the Stormruler, and his shield on top of the clasped sword, for one finishing touch, he puts a sunlight medal, on the face of Siegward.
Birsingr then prays "May the First Flame guide your soul to a place of eternal rest and joy, Siegward of Catarina." He gets up and starts walking out, before he left he looks back one last time at his friend.
End Flashback
Birsingr closed his eyes, and as he did a small tear runs down his cheek, but is absorbed by the ash, as he remembers that man he called friend.
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