《My life as a human knight has begun》Chapter 5: Arrive
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* Sheron's name changed to Sven due to this arc *
In the forest, Sven with the captives from Roca village, on their way back to their home. While travelling, the villagers chatting with Sheron telling him about the all the work that they were doing in the village.
Then Sven heard the girl's voice calling his nickname. She is Aya, riding a horse far behind Sven, then he slows down his horse to match-up her speed.
"What's up, Miss Aya?"
"Oh...hahaha, I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I?"
"My name is Aya Versfalio .. and my age is not much different with you... you're just a year older than me, so... no need to be Miss, just call me Aya" She smiling
"Well, Miss Versfalio ... my name is... Sven, just Sven... greetings," he said with bowing his head
"Aya ~!"
"Well .. err .. Aya..."
"Mhmm good!" Aya laugh with closed her mouth
"Sven ... I want to thank you, for saving me from .. -" Aya facing down her face for not able to say it out loud.
"Ahhh ...Aya, no need to say anything ... it's alright because, it's the duty of a man to protect the weak, especially a girl," he said with proudly, as he punches his chest .. made him a little coughing
That words alone is enough to make her smile back," thank you"
They chatted pretty livelily as the other villagers speed up their horse to giving them space for not to disturb them. Weggar only watching them from inside the carriage, feeling with jealousy and rage
"Sven ...can I ask you something?" she sounds stutter
"Sure?"
"Where did you learn to kill like that?"
Her's question makes Sven frowned on .. thinking about the answer to that question. Because, the way he fought, was the result of his by watching all the demon tribe training and fighting. Also, he used to being thrown to the Jarda tribe by Commander Grey to learn how to survive in the ruthless situation.
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"I learned by myself,"
"For what?"
"To defend myself, of course. You don't expect to let others protect your life, right?
Aya silent for a moment, as she thinking about something with hard, as shown a wrinkle on her forehead
"If you want to.."
"Hmm ..?"
"Can you use your skills ...to protect me ??" She said with a straight face
"Aya ..?"
"I will pay you .. I will take care of you too, your place, your food, and your job, I will give you, I just want you to be on my side," she said again.
"Why Aya, what's going on?" Sven asked
"I just.."
Before Aya finish her word, they already reached the Roca village.
"This is where we live, Sven, welcome to our village," said a young man is known as Leco
"Make this place as your own village," said the old man, then they headed toward the village. The atmosphere was quite comfortable, the green plain filled the area. There is a stream that flows and the Watermill carries out their duties, as well as there're many fruit and vegetables here. And it looks like there are some large mansions is located at the end, far from the village.
"I'm Sorry," Aya said to Sven and then she rides with fast, leaving them and headed toward the mansion, following her is Weggar from behind.
Sven just watches with a weird, then ignored it.
"Sven, your house is near the Watermill, if you need anything .. just tell me," said the old man who was known as the head village
"Well thanks, head village"
"Leco, .. do you know a family named Herad and Savic?" Sven asked
"Herald and Savic huh .., if I remembered, the Savic family lives near the cornfield... as for the Herad ...they do not live in here anymore, so I don't know where they lived"
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"Well, thank you, friend." Then he said goodbye and waved at them, then headed toward the place Leco had said just a moment ago.
Upon arrival Sven, he dismounts from his horse and walking toward that house. Then Sven sense a human being near to his standing, it was in the area of the corn. A teenage girl brought the crop, headed to the house. Then they looked each other eyes.
"Er ... what business that you come here for?" She asked
"This house .. is this a house for the Savic family?"
"Yes ...I'm the girl from this family, Rena Savic"
Then, Sven brings out a sword, "I carried this sword, and they said it belongs to the Savic family". her face suddenly changes as she invited Sven into her house.
"Please sit down, I make something to drink," Rena said to Sven
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