Adam spent the couple of days rexing, though he spent some time assisting the vilge with various tasks. He helped with cutting down trees, and moving items to and fro.

  The vilgers left him to his own business, with many sending awkward gnces his way. Some of them had tried to e to him, but they had been stopped by others, who wisely remiheir patriots of who Adam had e with.

  Sir Harold seemed to demand quite some respect from the vilgers, who didn’t dare to bother Adam.

  Some vilgers were also afraid or hesitant of dealing with the Iyrmen, but they left the Iyrmen be, who spent most of their time assisting the vilgers with whatever task they required, including the most gruesome and disgusting tasks, like emptying the trines.

  The Iyrmen didn’t seem to mind Adam much, though they did view him as a rude and boastful young man, but they couldn’t bme him, as he was still young.

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  The world was white.

  Snow tio fall all around the small vilge, no longer brown and green, but pure white.

  Adam looked around and smile, before toug the freezing snow. It was soft, and crumbled against his fiips.

  “Do you like the snow?” Sir Vonda asked, brushing her hand along it too.

  “A little. It’s fun to py with, and there’s something romantic about it.”

  “Yes,” she said, bowing her head. She smiled behind her scarf, gathering the snow together, f a small ball, before pressihumbs into the tre, f a small hole in the tre. She pced it down, and created more small snow objects.

  “What are you doing?” Adam asked.

  “It is an art,” she said. “We used to create a number of these objects and would pce them down. Then we’d look at them from above to see what we had created.”

  “Oh yeah?” Adam said, before looking up to find a vantage point, only to find a few familiar figures approag.

  The vilgers eventually gathered around the tre of the vilge, where the returning Gryphons nded, with seven figures soon hopping off.

  “What is the news?” an old woman asked.

  “The Chief is dead,” Sir Harold said. “I buried him and spoke his st rites. The Iyrmen wit.”

  “What of Sir Gorold?”

  Sir Harold bowed his head. “He was sin by a Chimera, but it has bee with.”

  Whispers began to fill the vilge upon hearing that a Chimera had been spotted.

  “It wasn’t close to the vilge,” Sir Harold assured. “I buried him too, and spoke his st rites.”

  The Iyrmen nodded.

  Sir Harold quickly left to che the vilge to make sure everything was fihough he khat the Iyrmen would have dealt with any issues.

  The other vilgers quickly returo their work, m silently. However, they could not allow the death of their Chief to sour their moods, as they had much work to do.

  The Iyrmen had assisted the vilgers iing a rge ditch outside around the perimeter of the vilge, as well as a sed wall, which was still in the process of being built. It was more like a fe the moment, but it wouldn’t take long for it to truly bloom into a beautiful wall which would protect them feions.

  “Wele back,” Adam said, shaking Jurot’s forearm. “How was it?”

  Jurot smiled. “It was a beautiful sight. I fought alongside Sir Merry against a Gryphon, and I watched as he slew a Chimera. He is truly a great warrior.”

  “How great?”

  “Greater than I thought,” Jurot admitted.

  Adam smiled. “Well, that’s good news.”

  Jurot nodded his head. “It is. Thank you, Adam, for allowio go.”

  “You went because of your own ability. I didn’t allow you to do anything.” Adam pat the young Iyrman’s arm. “I need your help with something. e on.”

  Jurot followed Adam back to Sarot and the other Iyrmen, who were currently taking a small break. However, as he approached, a vilger approached him.

  “Adam, right? Sir Harold has called for you.”

  “Sir Harold?” Adam asked, exging a look with Jurot. “Well, I guess if the previous King’s Sword calls for you, you have to answer.”

  Adam followed the vilger back to the tre of the vilge, where Sir Harold was currently boiling a pot, with Sir Royce sitting beside him, cutting some fruit.

  “I heard you wao speak with me?”

  “Take a seat,” Sir Harold said.

  Adam sat down opposite the pair, and Sir Harold poured him some tea, while Sir Royce pced dower of fruit he had made.

  “I’m sorry for your loss,” Adam said.

  “Sir Gorold was strong enough to deal with the issue, but it was my folly not to notice that the Gryphon popution had increased enough to threaten our people.” Sir Harold sipped his tea, sadly. “Even if he was an old man like me, he still had a few more years.”

  “Baktu is a det God,” Adam said. “I’m sure he’s looking after the Chief.”

  Sir Harold nodded his head slowly. “You are close to the Iyrmen.”

  “Much to their chagrin,” Adam joked.

  “Have you thought about your favour?” Sir Harold asked.

  “Yes,” Adam said. “I’ve had a few days to think about it, and I know what I want.”

  “What is it?” Sir Harold asked, staring at the Half Elf.

  Sir Royce leaned in, ied in hearing Adam’s favour. He promised Adam a favour to leave him, and though it was quite an expehing, his favour, it was also quite fun to be ied to a crazy youth like Adam. After hearing all the rumours about this Half Elf, Royce wondered just how fun the favour would be.

  “I’m going to save it.”

  The pair of them stared at the Half Elf.

  “Yoing to save the favour?” Sir Harold asked.

  “Yeah,” Adam said. “I’m going to save it for when I really . The favour of the previous King’s Sword and the previous Knight of Death? I ’t waste it on anythiy.”

  “What do you o save our favours for?”

  “If I have the favour of you two monsters, I could use it for something important. If my adorable little sister is in trouble, couldn’t I call for one of you to bail her out?” Adam asked.

  “Your little sister?” Sir Royce asked.

  “My adorable little sister, Lanarot. She’s just a baby now, so cute and chubby. She’s the cutest little baby in the whole world. Cutest In The Whole World.” Adam nodded his head, thinking about his younger sister.

  The pair of older men shared a look between one ahey uood what Adam was really doing, trying to make it seem like his words were ridiculous and queer, solely to deflect from the fact that he now had some of the stro people at his bed call.

  “There might e a time someone wants to start some bother with her because of me,” Adam said. “I know I’m not liked in this nd, and I ’t allow anything to trouble her.”

  “I didn’t realise you had a little sister,” Sir Harold said. “Is she an Iyrman?”

  “Yeah,” Adam said. “Have you heard about her?”

  “The Iyrmen, Jurot, spoke of her.”

  “He did? What did he say?”

  “She was the Cutest In The Whole World,” Sir Harold said. “That she will grow up big and strong, especially under your tutege.”

  Adam smiled, though felt his cheeks burn slightly. “Well, I guess that’s true. She may very well be the greatest warrior in this nd because of us.”

  “If that’s the case, then why do you o save your favour for her?” Sir Harold asked.

  “She might get into trouble iure.”

  “Trouble which even the Iyr ’t handle?” Sir Harold asked.

  Adam remained silent for a long while. “Good point.” He crossed his arms and fell into thought. “Well, there may be a situatiohe trouble is with the Nobility of Aldnd, or another try. In which case, wouldn’t you two be quite useful?”

  “The Iyr holds more sway than you realise,” Sir Harold said. “However, if you are willing to go that far, then you save your favour for ter. Though, if you wait too long, then we will pass before we plete our favours to you.”

  “Sure,” Adam replied. “I’m well aware of the dangers of putting it off.”

  “Do you think I’ll keep my word?” Sir Royce asked. “I don’t really o owe you a favour.”

  “Then you only amouo that much,” Adam said.

  “I only amouo what?”

  Adam smiled. “If you ’t keep your word, then you aren’t someone I’m bothered about. The Iyr holds your name up to the level of the Great Elders, but if you only amount to that much, then I’ll do my best to sully your name.”

  “I didn’t expect you to threaten me in front of my face,” Sir Royce said. “The Iyrmeoo far away to stop me this time.”

  “Sir Harold is here,” Adam said. “Though that doesn’t matter to me whether you attack me or not. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to take the first couple of blows, and I flee to my Granduncle.”

  “Are you certain you have that capability?” Sir Royce asked, his fiwitg.

  “Are you sure you want to find out, old man?” Adam sipped his tea. “I don’t think even you’re so rude that you’ll attack a man who is drinking tea.”

  “I was onown as the Knight of Death,” Sir Royce said. “Whether you’re drinking tea or taking a shit, I’ll kill you as I please.”

  Adam ughed. “I’m sure Baktu appreciates your assistance, but you should know that Baktu and I have quite a special retionship too.”

  Harold and Royce hadn’t expected Adam to cim something so brazen.

  “A special retionship?” Harold asked.

  Adam winked. “Enough about me. It’s quite arming that so many magical ons are ing to this small vilge.”

  “There are dark tidings on the horizon,” Sir Harold said, simply. “We must be prepared to face it.”

  ‘Dark tidings?’ Adam thought, staring at pair.

  Harold and Royoted Adam’s pensive gaze, which looked past them to aime.

  “Let’s hope that you deal with those dark tidings,” Adam said, before pg down the cup of tea. “I should go.”

  The curiosity within the pair of old me them, but they left Adam be.

  “Do you think he knows?” Royce asked.

  “No,” Harold said. “He must be thinking about another matter.”

  “Should we ask?”

  “No,” Harold said.

  “Why not?”

  “He is the Son of Fate.” Harold, having spent some time researg about Adam through his versations with Jurot, uood.

  It was Adam who had affected him during his bouts.

  “He seems dangerous,” Royce said.

  “He is.”

  “Do we kill him?”

  “We shouldn’t tempt Fate.”

  “Is it reted to your dreams?” Royce asked, biting into some fruit.

  “I don’t know.”

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