《The Class Of Dan ThunderField》19-The King And His Royal Guards
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The King of Fracia is on his mount right in front of me. The King’s mount is none other than a legendary Griffon with two huge wings. They say only the worthy are capable of conquering a Griffon. One with the darkness within their heart can never conquer a Griffon.
“Is the town renovating?” The King asks.
“Renovating...” This is bad. Carly seems to be getting really angry. Her hands are crunched tight like she is ready to punch that King any time now.
*Swish*
The King’s eyes widen.
*Catch*
I catch Carly in my arms from the back, stopping her from attacking the King, “No Carly! We can’t just attack them randomly without even knowing what happened!” I say to Carly.
“THAT MAN DESTROYED OUR CITY DAN! LEAVE ME RIGHT NOW! I WON’T LET HIM LIVE!”
*Bang*
Two spear guards. They are the trusty guards that protect the King. They stand right in front of the King protecting him with both their spears grounded.
“LEAVE ME RIGHT NOW DAN! I WILL KILL HIM! I WILL KILL HIM FOR KILLING MISS SERENA AND ALL THOSE PEOPLE! I WILL KILL HIM RIGHT HERE!”
*Chop*
I knock Carly out by chopping her on the neck.
I sigh, “Jack, please take Carly to the inn.” I say to Jack.
Jack nods as I lend Carly to Jack.
“Fracia, let’s talk.” I say.
“YOU DARE TO CALL THE KING BY HIS FIRST NAME!” The spear guards point their spear at me.
“You might want to put those spears down. This city might belong to Fracia but they are my people, there will not be a single person here who won’t kill you if something happens to me. You might have realized it too, Fracia. There are people watching you right now, not one or two but the whole goddamn population of this city is watching you right now.” I say as I angrily stare at Fracia.
“Put your spears down guards!” The spear guards put down their spears on their King's order.
“I don’t want any trouble boi. I am here to take Izumi back to the Kingdom. That is my only reason to travel here.” Fracia says.
“Things are far more complicated than that old man. The people here literally hate you.” I say.
“I would like to know the reason for that. Why do the people of Carliva hate me?” Fracia asks.
“I think Mayor Green will give you a better explanation of it.” I say as I let Mayor Green move in front of Fracia.
Mayor Green looks at me. He seems to be quite worried. I smile, “Don’t worry, he won’t do anything on my watch.” I say.
Mayor Green takes a deep breath, “My King, it’s like this...”
Mayor Green explains everything that happened here and how someone who is of a general rank attacked the city. While Mayor Green was explaining everything I asked everyone else to go inside and sat on the ground listening.
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“I never ordered anyone to attack this city. The City of Carliva is considered to be one of the top brimming Cities in our Kingdom. There is no one way I would let anything bad happen to this city or its people...” Fracia isn’t lying. He does care about this city.
I sigh, “Anyways, if it’s not you who ordered to attack the city than I am not sure who it is that decided to attack the city but it definitely was from your court. After all, he had the emblem of one of the General's of the Royal Family.” I say as I look at the King.
“In short, it’s all due to your mismanagement.” I blame the King on this one.
“DAMN YOU-“
The spear guards were cut off by the King, “You are right, it’s because I didn’t pay attention to my court...” Fracia seems to be sad.
“You know you are a King now, you must make your own decisions. The councilors are out there just to give you advice, it’s up to you to listen to them or not.” I say with a smile.
The King seems to be sad.
“So, are you going to come to my city or not?” I ask with a smile.
“Huh?” The King seems to be confused.
“This is the City I was raised in you know, it’s the city I hold the dearest to me. So welcome to Carliva King Fracia.” I say with a huge smile.
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Mayor Green smiles, “That boy...When he wasn’t here and our city fell in shambles, he was the one spreading the positive vibe everywhere and even now, he is the most positive person here even when everyone is angry. He is calm and collected with his head. He’s just like a King, isn’t he, Sam?” Mayor thought to himself.
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“The way he speaks...”
Fracia is reminded of someone.
“Fracia, congratulations being the 13th King of Fracia! I hope that you can make your own decisions from now on.”
He reminds me so much of that person...
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Fracia and his two guards are waiting at the Inn with us now.
I didn’t realize that one of the guards is a female until she took off her helmet.
The quite noticeable part of her is that she is tall maybe an inch or so bigger than me and her long blonde hair, I sigh though because the armor plate doesn’t help me predict her bust size.
The other guard is a guy, he also is quite tall...Much taller than one can expect him to be. About 7 ft maybe or around something like that. Plus, he also has blonde hair and seems to have a very familiar facial feature to the girl.
I am sitting between both of them and in front of me is Fracia and Mayor Green.
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“These are my personal guards, the girl’s name is Gracie and the boy’s name is Evan. Both of them are brothers and sisters.” The King says with a smile.
“Is that so?” Mayor Green says.
Figures, they looked quite familiar after all.
“They also are the survivors of the 9th street massacre.” The King says with a sad face.
My eyes widen to hear that...These two are surviving members of the 9th street massacre? But they weren’t in my orphanage.
“What?! Our Dan here is also a survivor of the 9th street massacre.” Mayor Green says.
“WHAT?!” Both the brother and sister looks at me.
9th street was a huge place so I am not sure that we have seen each other but still, the noble’s main target was my orphanage, why would they target someone else?
The conversation continued normally.
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I am making my way to the room. It seems the King will be staying with us in our room too.
I look at Gracie making her way past me, “Gracie was it?” I ask as I look at Gracie.
“Yes, that’s me.” Her eyes are sharp and she doesn’t seem like the person who I can get around by playing smart. I will have to be careful with my words when it comes to her.
“The 9th street massacre, how did you survive it?” I ask.
“By escaping with other survivors.” Got her! because...There were no other survivors other than big brother and me. Those two definitely are not the 9th street massacre survivors.
“Do you know why the 9th street massacre happened?” I ask.
“That’s because of a witch who pretended to be a nun.” Gracie says.
“Which Kingdom do you belong to?” I ask.
That’s right...The people of the 9th street would never bad-ill the name of the kind sister they trusted with all their hearts. They wouldn’t bad name her sacrifice as pretend nun.
“What are you talking about?” Gracie asks with a sharp look.
“You aren’t from this Kingdom, are you? You aren't from The Eastern Kingdom either, my guess is, by the way, your hair looks and the way you like staying in your warrior outfit. You belong to The Northern Kingdom. You are a Valkyrie, aren’t you?” I ask.
“Huh? What gave you the idea that I like this warrior outfit?!” Gracie asks.
“An armor is uncomfortable to move in, it’s very heavy and has too much weight to it. There are light armors too but the one you are wearing is a heavy one. I can say with because of the way it's designed to puff out your chest. It's covering your bust after all. Light armor doesn't do that." I say. "Pervert..." Gracie says. "I am indeed a proud pervert." I reply with a stone face.
"Anyways, Due to your armor being heavy it makes one’s movement really lanky and you also seem to be moving quite comfortably in that armor. Only a Viking or a Valkyrie might have that much strength to wear that armor."
Of course, Carly is an exception in that case...
"The King clearly didn’t like being in a heavy armor due to which he removed his armor but you are still wearing it and so is your brother. So if I had to take a guess, you are a Valkyrie and your brother is a Viking, aren’t you?” I ask with a smirk.
Gracie seems to be sweating.
I walk past Gracie, “Don’t get the wrong idea that I don’t like the King or anything like that, I am neutral with him but I wouldn’t let you harm him either. I don’t wanna see my student mourn over her father’s dead body.” I say as I walk past.
Shame she had to be from the Northern Kingdom, I mean she has a great body but it’s a shame it had to be her. The Northern Kingdom consists of nothing but Vikings and Valkyrie. Their motive is war, war and war. There is nothing else they know. They are supposed to be the strongest physical humans alive. They worship Freya, Odin, Thor, Helm and such gods. I don’t know what they want with us westerners though.
“HEY!”
I look behind me towards Gracie, “Your name is Dan, right?” Gracie asks me.
“Yeah, that’s me.” I say.
“I see...” Gracie says giving me a sharp look.
Weird I felt a chill go down my spine just now...
“Is that all?” I ask.
“Yeah...” Gracie looks away.
I continue to walk away.
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“Dan...Dan...Dan...”
Gracie loses it, “DAN IS THE PERFECT SPECIMEN! I WANT HIM TO FILL ME AND HAVE MY BABY! OUR BABY WILL BE INTELLIGENT AND STRONG! YES, HE IS THE PERFECT SPECIMEN!” Gracie makes a horny face as she thinks about Dan.
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“I am really having heavy chills down my spine...Speaking to that woman might have been a mistake...” I say to myself.
I still don’t understand why did Carly shout army when it was just 3 people who arrived? What a weird thing for her to say...No...Carly said that Groloph saw an army coming and Groloph wouldn’t be wrong about sighting someone. Groloph definitely saw an army but I think the army stopped after looking at the King arriving here.
I am sure of it now, this army...Will be arriving soon and this time...I will destroy them once and for all.
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