《BR: Collection of Short Stories》Story 11: Another Misunderstanding.
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A man with silver hair and blue eyes was heading to Login. His horse carried a cart, inside it was a man with green hair and black eyes. The green hair was named James and the silver hair was named Tim.
Not far behind them were a group of soldiers. In front was the captain of the convoy, and their task was to accompany Lady Michelle to Login. They wanted a shortcut to Login, so the captain had his horse sprinted toward the two men in front of the group.
“Hello there, travellers, do you know the fastest way to Login?” The captain asked Tim.
Tim looked at him, scratched his cheek and said, “Well, in front of us there will be an intersection and if you go to the left it will take a couple of days to reach it, but if you go the right then it will take a couple of hours, but the trail may be muddy and narrower. So, the best course of action was to go on foot.”
“Are you saying that the Lady have to go on foot on a muddy path? Is she some peasant like you?” The captain demanded an answer and misunderstood what Tim had given him.
“Oh no, sir, this is not my intent to let the lady walk, I just give you the answer you need, the call is up to you sir,” Tim responded with an anxious tone.
“You’re playing with us; do you know who the lady is?” The captain boiled.
“I… yes, I know, the lady, she is Lady Michelle from the house of Mason. I-It’s not my intent or my action to play with you, sir.” His eyebrows raised and his hands tried to deny it.
“Silent! I know people like you would want to tarnish the name of Lady Michelle,” the captain pulled out the sword from his scabbard. Then, he pointed his sword at Tim.
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Tim gasped and his eyes wandered to James, who was listening to the whole scene. Tim sent a telepathic message to James.
“A little help here?” Tim made his eyes twitched.
“Eh? Now? Didn’t you have fun toying with him?” James teased as he raised his left eyebrows.
“No! I’m telling him and you the truth!” His eyes twitched.
James sighed and said, “Okay, I’ll help you.”
The captain wandered his eyes to the cart. Their eyes looked at each other and James let out a killing intent, but the captain didn’t waver his foot, instead, he took defensive action.
“I see, you’re going to kill the lady when we pass you on this road, but because I interact with you, the plan didn’t work, and thus you make the decision to act now and try to kill the lady,” the captain made a bizarre conclusion.
Tim and James looked at each other and both think the same thing. “Is this knight an idiot?”
“But I won’t let you kill the lady because I’m her knight. If you want to kill the lady. Then you have to go through me.”
“We have no intent, plan or action to kill the lady or play with you,” James refuted the accusation that was thrown into them.
“Its kidnap then,” the captain made another conclusion.
Inside the minds and hearts of Tim and James, their mental and soul made a facepalm expression because of the bizarre conclusion.
“Now, prepare to die by my blades,” The captain tried to stab Tim.
“Nope, you can’t do that,” James told him as the sword hit the air in front of Tim. The captain flung to the air before falling to the ground.
His men who were watching from a safe distance, raced toward them and surrounded the cart. A knight jumped from his horse and helped the captain to stand up.
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The captain looked at Tim and James and yelled while pointing his finger at them, “You! You will pay for this insult! Men capture them!”
Tim and James sighed, and the men dashed toward them.
“I’ll handle this,” James readied his fists.
A man tried to stab him with his sword, but James stepped to his left and avoid it. Then, he punched his stomach. The man let out a gasped and James continued to punch his chin. The man fell to the ground and went unconscious.
Another man tried to stab his back, but James spun to the left. He went down and kicked the feet of the man and the man fell to the ground. James stood up and stepped on his face before lifting him up with one hand and threw him at the incoming men. The body crashed to the three men, and they went down.
The knight who helped the captain dashed forward with his sword and aimed at his face. James who had anticipated this moved his face to the right but the sword managed to graze his cheek. A scratch on the face as the blood spilt from it. The knight smiled, but what he didn’t know was that it made James a tad serious than before.
“Well, now, congratulation, you just made me go serious mode,” James announced. The knight gulped.
James took a deep breath and plunged his fist on the metal armour that the knight wore. A cracking sound echoed through the air as the metal armour broke apart and the knight fell unconscious to the floor. James let out the breath he took.
The captain who had been watching his men being beaten up by James, trembled in fear and he tried to take a few steps away, but he fell to the ground on his back. His eyes widened, his jaw opened, he began to sweat and his words stuck mid-sentence.
“S-stop d d don’t c c c c come a a a any cl-closer,” he put his palm in front of James.
James raised his hand and snapped his finger. Then, in a blink of an eye, the whole situation returned to its original place. The knight surrounded them, and the captain had stood up. The only difference was the knight showed fear in their eyes.
“So, I guess you may need to redraw now before I showed you the real thing and it may be even worse than that,” James smiled as he crossed his arms.
“W-we redraw now, I’ll just say my sword was…”
“Wait!” James interrupted him.
“You don’t have to make an excuse. They too had watched the whole thing,” James told them as his right finger pointed at the direction of the group.
The knights looked in that direction and the men who were station with the carriage were trembling in fear. Inside the carriage that Lady Michelle rest, her skin was pale, her eyes began to cry, and her hands closed her mouth.
“Now, can we say that what happens here, stay here?” James proposed a deal to let it go.
“Y-yes, I agree,” the captain nodded then he mounted his horse and together with his men, they returned to their group. Their carriage passed Tim and James, but they didn’t look at them because they were stilled scared.
Tim and James continued their journey. After sometimes they arrived at the Login. Then, they rent two separate rooms and sleep there.
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