Faelynn's training was just grueling. Every day, she tells Darian something nonsensical, sometimes hunts some animal, climbs a tree, or sometimes just climbs a tree, or sometimes she asks to run around the entire jungle within minutes. Darian, who lived in wealth and royalty, finally found the meaning of hardship.
The most brutal thing wasn't training; it was her feeding the prince. Sometimes it may be roots, fruits that taste like vomit, animal parts, sometimes cooked, and sometimes raw. Sometimes she asks Darian to find food and eat while she drinks liquor and lies like a bum. 'Proper food' became a luxury for Darian. First, he hated them, only to be force-fed by Faelynn, and finally, Darian succumbed to the situation he was in.
But even the food wasn't to his taste, his body reacted better to what he ate. The thin structure had started to develop more mass, and his body, which got tired after running for a minute, gradually became better and better.
INTERLUDE (comes after chapter 12): The knight's resignation
KNOCK.....KNOCK.....
Come inside, the duke ordered. Getting permission from the duke, the young knight entered the room.
The duke was sipping a cup of tea after visiting a Darian who was in bed after his brawl (chapter 12)
He took a sip and looked at the knight. "Is there any particular reason for the visit, Sir Edger Warden?"
"Yes, my lord," he answers with confidence.
"Well, what is the reason for your eager visit, sir?" The duke fixed his eyes on him and waited for him to talk
Edgar took a deep breath." My lord, I would like to resign from the Duchy's army!"
"Oh! Are you not getting treated with respect here?"
"No, that's not the reason, my lord."
"Then what is it? "The duke takes another sip from the cup.
"My lord, I want to be His Highness Darian's personal knight."
Edger's answer hit his ear like lightning. The duke nearly spat out his drink, "What!? You... You are not joking, aren't you?"
"No!, not at all, my lord".
Duke let out a sigh."I guess you have made up your mind, Sir Edger."
"Yes, my lord," replied without hesitation.
"Fine! I will accept your resignation, but before that, you have to prove to me that you can protect Darian. Come with me. Duke took the determined knight to the training hall".
"Sir Edger, show me what you've got to protect a royal."The duke took a blunt sword in his hand.
" I won't disappoint you, lord ".
He took another sword in his hand and charged toward the duke.
CLANG.....
Their swords clashed with each other. Edgar's charge was easy for the duke to handle. He pushed Edger back. Again, He slashed, and the duke blocked with his sword. Sir Edger aimed at the duke's face with a thrust. He tilted and swung his sword towards Edger. Seeing this, he blocked it with his sword, but the swing's power made Edger eat dust.
"Is that all you got? Do you think you can protect him with this much?"
"ahhhhhhhhhhhh....."
He charged again, aiming for Duke's heart. Duke swung his sword upward, countering his move and immediately thrusting towards his face, but Edger didn't close his eyes. The blade never landed on his face; it barely touched his face, but the intensity of the thrust made a little scar on his cheek, and blood oozed from the scar.
Duke thought to himself,he seems to have potential, his posture and vision are good, but his swings are weak, and he lacks focus when using the blade.
"Sir Edger, do you still think you can be his knight, being this weak?" he shouted.
Edger fell to the ground, but his determination wasn't gone. "Even though I am weak, I still want to be his knight. I will train harder and harder so that his highness will never throw me away."
Duke smiled, seeing his resolve. "Sir Edger, everyday at evening, come here. I can't let a royal walk with a dull blade along his side; it will be shameful for the Blaylands."
"Thank you, my lord". He bowed with respect.