Kingdom's Bloodline, page 307
'But the effects and price for using it…' Thales clenched his fist, feeling the soreness in his legs and neck.
'It has stayed the same.'
Thales strode into the stable beside Heroic Spirit Palace, and stomped on a stool to mask his intention of relaxing his leg muscles.
Surrounded by guards on both sides, the prince came to the paddock he was familiar with. A sturdy black horse stuck its head out of the fence, shoving its nose at him affectionately.
"Did you treat her well?" Thales stroke the black horse's chin, smiling and checking her teeth. He said to the stableman beside him, "You know how Jennie likes to be clean."
The professional stableman of Heroic Spirit Palace pounded his chest proudly, and promised the prince that his steed had never been healthier.
Jennie, the black horse—the prince's ride was brought to Dragon Clouds City three years ago by the diplomat group from Constellation Kingdom. She was a good filly, chosen meticulously from hundreds and thousands of steeds. As a hybrid of a Northland war horse and a flatland stallion, she inherited her mother's fiery temper as well as her father's powerful leg strength; a lot of riders who tried to tame her had gotten a taste of both.
Surprisingly, Thales, who was particularly untalented in horse riding, got along with Jennie rather well. Even Viscount Kenney, the then-head of the diplomat group was in awe to see that.
Thales chuckled, shoving the book in his hand into a bag on the saddle. He untangled Jennie's rein, while Wya and the other soldiers looked for their mounts.
"Good morning, honorable Prince Thales." At that very moment, a gloomy but calm female voice sounded outside the stable. "As an elder in her fifties, I have the obligation to remind you to ensure your own safety during this trip."
The soldiers and guards cleared a pathway, bowing to the visitor. The Constellatiates frowned in unison.
Thales shut his grinning mouth and sighed with his back facing the lady.
"Morning, Madam Ginghes." He did not turn his head to look at her. He just carried on with preparations for his departure. "I thought you were supposed to be with the archduchess at this time, assisting Her Grace to present herself to the vassals and nobles in a formal, elegant fashion."
Ginghes, one of the archduchess' personal administrators, was a noblewoman in her fifties with the appearance of someone in her thirties. She was dressed plainly and she wore a simple headdress. She was proper, and often had an expression more serious than Wya's. Her etiquette and language were impeccable.
Allegedly, she was a widow of King Nuven's vassal. Six years ago, she was invited by Regent Lisban into Heroic Spirit Palace to take care of the archduchess as well as teach her some necessary rules of etiquette. Like Jines Bajkovic of Renaissance Palace, she was an excellent and responsible administrator—if only she did not demand the Prince of Constellation, who should have been reading and relaxing as he pleased, to also attend Northland etiquette lessons.
By the way, she was one of the reasons why Thales skipped class with the archduchess for the first time.
Madam Ginghes still spoke with a voice that made one nervous against their will. "On a side note, I have brought messages from some important people.
"I suggest you listen closely—even if you are from the South."
Hearing that, Thales stopped what he was doing. He turned around and bowed before her.
Madam Ginghes nodded, feeling satisfied. She stretched her swan-like neck and cleared her throat.
"Her Grace of Dragon Clouds City instructed me to remind you that during the time of her hearing on state affairs," the administrator said proudly, "the newly-arrived books in the palace—"
"Noted, Madam Ginghes." Thales scratched his ears as he felt his head pound. "Please report back to Her Grace that I will wait until she comes back to open the gift."
Madam Ginghes narrowed her eyes. Although her expression remained unchanged, Thales knew that she was not pleased with the prince's interruption.
A few minutes later, the lady spoke again.
The administrator's attitude softened a little, but she still stared into Thales' eyes. "Regent Lisban also demanded me to remind you that, during his regency, for your safety and the reputation of Dragon Clouds City, please obey the king's order—"
"Noted, Madam Ginghes." Thales caressed Jennie's head, comforting her of the displeasure brought on by her master not freeing her from her constraints. "Please thank His Grace, who still makes time to express his concerns despite being preoccupied with his duties, for me. Tell him that I will not leave Axe District and Spear District."
Ginghes frowned slightly.
"Lastly…
"Commander Soray Nicholas demanded me to remind you to cooperate with Lord Justin and the personal guards, considering the unique circumstance of the council hearing," The lady's voice softened, but it still made one feel uneasy. "Also, due to your problematic record of returning after eight at night two months ago…
"This time, if you return later than five in the evening, he will withdraw your guards and lock the gatehouse. Meanwhile, he suggests that you to deal with your own problems regarding food and accommodation."
Thales frowned before he took a deep breath and exhaled.
In his mind, he filtered out Madam Ginghes' courteous wording. Instead, he visualized the displeased Star Killer with his folded arms and pale, dead face as he said, "You tell him, don't bother to come back after five. Just let him die out there!"
The prince pushed open the fence, stepped on the stool, and then on the stirrup to mount the horse.
"Alright, Madam Ginghes." The prince faced the stern-looking administrator as he contemplated his words for a few moments. "Again, please pass my word to that damn… to Lord Nicholas…"
Administrator Ginghes raised an eyebrow.
"Five in the evening?" Thales sighed and solemnly said, "How about he just go f*ck himself?"
The next second, Thales flung his reins without any hesitation. Amid Jennie's loud neighs, they sped off!
The prince and his horse darted past the astonished administrator. They did not turn back. His personal guards and soldiers followed, including the resigned Wya, unfazed Ralf, and sulking Aida.
He flung the reins in his hands and dashed out of the plaza in front of Heroic Spirit Palace, heading towards the First Gatehouse.
…..
The trip from Heroic Spirit Palace to Spear District did not take much time. With the Archduchess' Guards and patrol units cooperating, the traffic on the streets and roadways was smooth.
Thales had been honest about one thing when he teased Wya earlier: this was a hard-earned opportunity to get some fresh air—to play chess in Spear District near Heroic Spirit Palace.
On horseback, Thales controlled the rising and falling movements of his body as he watched Jennie's ears and gleeful steps from behind. His lips curled up.
In the past six years, his horse-riding skills had improved drastically. In terms of culture and civility, Eckstedt may have been a cut below Constellation, but when it came to emphasis on military skills, even the most boorish and low-ranking Northland nobles could beat their Constellatiate counterparts by a mile.
Thales still remembered the outdoor lessons (to put it mildly), which he attended with the archduchess. When Nicholas, the "instructor" found out about his only two students—Thales' horse riding skills were inadequate due to his "allergy" to equines; the archduchess refused to mount the horse out of fear—the Star Killer got himself some thick ropes. With a look of indifference, he tied the two of them onto the horses and ignited the horses' tails.
The lesson took place once a day, two hours each time.
The results were quick to show. Ten days later, both he and the girl had become skilled, if not "expert" horse riders amid all the nausea and vomiting.
When this step was over, Nicholas untied them and began to correct their riding posture as well as techniques. He then introduced them to horse-riding equipment.
It was followed by lessons on how to wield weapons… then learning to hunt on horseback.
Later on, a former White Blade Guard secretly told Thales that standard horse-riding training for the White Blade Guards was twice the amount of lessons and duration. On top of that, the torch to ignite the horse tail was replaced with a beehive.
Once he thought of this, the prince could not help sighing.
A second later, Thales tugged at the reins in his hand. Then, with a bit of force, he sat back at the same time. His legs glided to the back, forming a relaxed posture.
The intelligent Jennie began to slow down immediately. Once he made sure of this, Thales loosened the reins just in time to imply encouragement, comforting the extremely excited and beautiful filly, craving to vent her energy. She let out a snort of dissatisfaction.
Jennie stomped her hooves on the ground, and few seconds later, she stopped before their destination.
Wya and Lord Justin's horses also stopped.
Thales was stroking and praising the elated Jennie—she recently picked up the bad habit of whining to get her master's attention. At the same time, he lamented the fact that equines were just as difficult to deal with as humans.
He recalled the hundreds of cavaliers in Black Sand Region. 'God knows how much time, and energy was spent on producing just one skilled cavalier unit.'
Thales stepped down from the stirrups, handed the reins to Genard who was behind him, and looked up at his destination—a chess room in Spear District.
Reportedly, it was originally a wonderfully-furnished inn for aristocrats until its owner died in a robbery during the catastrophe that shook Dragon Clouds City six years ago. After that, a fellow Camusian bought the place and renovated it based on the original décor, turning it into a club exclusively for aristocrats. Business had been good, allegedly.
But surely, there was no way its business could be good in the present—ever since the Prince of Constellation selected the place to be the designated spot of his monthly outing three years ago, the chess room was forced to be cleared once a month for him. However, it turned out not to be a bad thing, because business improved instead of declining. Many people had rushed to visit the place where the mysterious prince in the palace 'had fought'.
Amid the business owner's flattery, Thales stepped into the chess room. Hundreds of the Archduchess' Guards and patrol units had thoroughly inspected the place, quarantining it from the neighboring areas.
The prince looked at the empty hall and sighed.
He ambled up the stairs and came to the state room on the first floor. Guards including Justin, Wya and Ralf followed him closely.
Led by the business owner, Thales walked through a door, arriving at the largest state room—it was a spacious, semi-outdoor room. The balcony on the side was facing the street of Spear District. The prince's seat was on the balcony, from which one could overlook the street.
From the balcony, Thales was not surprised to see countless personal guards and patrols on duty along the street and entrances of some nearby buildings. There were at least two hundred men with arrows on their bows. They patrolled the place routinely, vigilantly guarding it against any unexpected people. Almost every man was eyeing him closely on the balcony.
Considering such an arrangement and atmosphere, on top of the martial law, even if the number of guards were reduced by half, there would not be another tragedy like the one six years ago.
'Once bitten, twice shy…'
The prince shrugged, sat down, and put down his book.
He shifted his gaze to the chessboard and chess pieces before him—"The Rise and Fall of the Empire" was still popular in the Western Peninsular and it spread through the peninsular from Alumbia Kingdom nearly a hundred years ago—the seat across the table, which was meant for his opponent was empty.
"Alright." Thales gazed at the red king on the chessboard and cast a rather emotional look on the black as well as red chess pieces in the box while he spoke to Wya and Justin, who were tirelessly inspecting his surroundings, "You may go out. The door will be left open anyway. And there is a balcony. It will be the same if you stand outside the door or on the street.
"As usual, I want to be left alone."
Behind Wya, Ralf nodded slightly. He put down a tray of examined food and water, grabbed the business owner who intended to fawn over them for a little longer and headed to the ground floor. Aida was nowhere to be seen. She was most probably on the roof.
"Prince Thales," Lord Justin, the former White Blade Guard said cautiously, "as usual, three hours. If you need anything—"
The prince exhaled. "I will let you know first thing."
Lord Justin nodded and exchanged glances with Wya. Then, together, they strode to the doorway ten meters away behind Thales. They guarded the entrance as they peering at the prince, who was reading and playing chess.
"It's the same every time." Thales shook his head and chuckled. He then continued to take out the chess pieces from the chess box before he arranged them on the chessboard one by one.
The state room and street fell back into silence. The only audible sounds were the soldiers' footsteps and Wya's muffled grumbles targeted at Ralf behind him.
'Imperial guards, catapults, shield warriors, pawns…'
Just as Thales placed the second last chess piece, and reached for the last one, two fair and spindly fingers with beautifully-shaped nails emerged.
The fingers descended from above, pinching the black king and placing it onto Thales' chessboard. They positioned it nicely and made sure it was perfectly aligned with the edge of the board before they turned its front to face the red chess pieces.
It was done in a meticulous, precise manner.
"Thank you."
Thales raised an eyebrow. He looked up, unsurprised, nodding at the unexpected guest who appeared all of sudden.
It was a friend the prince had not met for a long time. The Air Mystic, Asda Sakern sat down elegantly and quietly in the chair across him. Then, he stared at the chess pieces on the chess board as his lips curled into a faint smile.
Chapter 277: First Lesson |
It had been six years. At some point in time, the prince had grown to not hate his current way of living: away from conflicts and conspiracies, death and bloodshed.
He had been attending classes, training, reading, playing chess, relaxing, and put under curfew...
He was surrounded by Wya, Ralf, Aida, Lisban, Nicholas, Justin, Ginghes… and that girl.
But Thales knew—a small voice in the depth of his heart had been reminding him of one thing, and it became clearer since Putray's visit—that his current peace would not last long, considering his fate of constantly experiencing hardships.
Destiny would not show a sign of good faith for no apparent reason. Accidents often occurred without warning.
'For example…'
The prince sighed and flipped open "The Light of Humanity: The Beginning and End of the Temple of Knights". He took out a familiar blue invitation.
Thales looked at the beautiful cursive writing on it; there were only three words.
[Are you ready?]
The prince shook his head, looked up again, and gazed at Asda, who had appeared across the table all of a sudden.
The strange thing was, even though a living person had emerged just like that in the state room, right opposite the prince… everyone present, like Wya who stood behind him, Ralf, Justin, even the countless soldiers on the street and building right across from them, did not appear to see him. They glanced over at the Mystic's position every now and then, but did not react.
It was almost as though the person did not exist.
It made Thales uneasy. He adjusted his breathing, controlling his heartbeat.
It was not the first time.
'Calm down,' he comforted himself.
"Don't worry. They cannot hear my voice or see me—air is an interesting thing. If altered slightly, miracles will occur." The Air Mystic did not even look up. He was toying with the chess piece in his hand.
"After all, there is only one Black Sword in the world."
Asda was as good-looking as before. His curly, dark brown hair was still pleasant to the eyes. His robes looked clean and new, as if he had just travelled through time from six years ago, skipping the passage of time in between.
"Yeah." Thales frowned slightly. "He was quite the memorable one."
"You've grown up."
With blue glows flickering in his eyes, Asda lifted his gaze and said, "And you seem rather relaxed. You don't seem to be quite aware that you're a hostage of a country."
Thales did not look at him. He picked up a pawn and moved it forward by a square. "Should I whine and weep, hoping that a certain world-wrecking calamity would come and save me?"
Asda did not mind his mockery. His gaze was focused on the boy, but a pawn belonging to the Mystic moved towards Thales by a square on the chessboard.
"I hope you still remember your identity. I mean, your real identity," the Air Mystic said softly. "Don't get too involved and don't act too flashy too, or else it'll be difficult for you to get out of your current situation."
Thales whistled, shaking his head.
"Back then, the fellow who almost destroyed the entire Dragon Clouds City just to take me away was you, wasn't it?" Thales moved the pawn forward by a square again.
Asda did not speak. His facial expression remained unchanged.
Testing the waters, Thales took a deep breath, and asked, "Being the person who disappeared for six years, and brought nothing but an invitation five years ago after all that time, you don't seem to have the right to say that."
'Seriously.
'I almost thought he had been sealed again.'
He had assumed that Asda was sealed until he received an invitation from him five years ago. There was only one sentence printed on it: [Prepare the classroom. Wait patiently.]
'Until…'
Thales glanced at the blue invitation, which had appeared out of the blue the day before yesterday. He let out another sigh.
"There's a reason for my disappearance." Asda's gaze returned to the chessboard. His second pawn moved forward in a gentle, eerie manner. "Giza's appearance is no small matter. The Queen of the Sky was not the only one who visited. In the past six years, many entities have visited Dragon Clouds City in secret or otherwise. That included enemies you and I should be wary of. I didn't have the confidence to come unnoticed."
