《Black Death》Chapter 6: Training Begins
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I walked steadily, and deliberately out of the arena. Part of me was kind of pissed off. Why didn't anybody tell me that the princess was so talented at magic? Why do they even need me? Right when I got out of the arena Tetra greeted me with a hug. She told me, "I told them! I told all of them that you wouldn't lose to that spoiled brat!"
I could only smirk and pat her on the head. I couldn't shake the feeling that the beautiful princess Mina wasn't going to forgive me for this. We met the king back in his throne room. I asked him about Mina, and why does he even need me. He answered back to me, "First I would like to thank you for finally teaching that girl a lesson that there are people better than her. That is also the main reason why I brought you in. It is to mainly tame her personality down. She can beat everyone else except for me, and I don't have the heart to hurt my baby. So I need someone else to teach her about respecting others, and to show her she isn't all powerful. Can you to please do it! You already put on a good show out there, so everyone knows there is a new top dog around. You two will both be attending the kingdom's finest school with her of course, but it will benefit you too because you can learn more magic and spells. I just need you to give her a tap on the wrist whenever she gets out of control. Does that sound like a good deal?"
I thought it over, and I finally responded with, "Well we both need food, lodging, and new clothes."
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The king hurriedly answered, "Yes, yes, all of that will be provided here in the castle where you will stay."
I looked at Tetia and responded back with, "I also don't want anyone demeaning Tetia, and if they do I want permission to teach them a lesson on how to treat other beings."
Tetia looked at me with eyes that said she didn't want my help, but I don't want a repeat of those boys back in town. The king smirked and said, "Of course a warning will be sent out to the students of the school immediately."
After this was all settled, we were escorted to our rooms and got new clothes. I ended up getting a black outfit. I got a black cloak with a hood, a black shirt, black pants, and black boots. I was also fitted with a sword strap across my back. Tetia was fitted with a with a snow white dress and a jacket over it with blue stripes outlining it. She also ended up getting a staff and white boots. She looked really good, and blushed for some reason when she asked for my opinion of it. I wonder what Mina would look like wearing that? Tetia and mine rooms were right next to each other. It was probably due to the fact that most other people would trash her about her race without my supervision. I saw Mina walking by our rooms when we were about to go to bed. My heart started going a bit faster, and I hurriedly tried to talk to her saying, "Sorry about the fight earlier. I tried to take it easy. Where you going?"
She looked back at me with disgusted eyes and said, "To my room to get some sleep peasant. You should do the same if you don't want to die tomorrow and protect that demi-shit beside you."
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That didn't go as expected. I looked at Tetia, and she was giving her the evil eye. I understand why, but personalities can change right? We went to sleep soon after. I reassured Tetia about tomorrow, and said I would be beside her the whole time so there is nothing to worry about. She whined like a little school girl anxious to leave saying, "I knowww. You don't have to protect me all the time. One day it's going to be you the one needing protecting, and I'll be the one to protect you!"
I laughed and responded, "I'm looking forward to that day. Maybe then I can lighten up a bit."
We went into our rooms, and slept the night away. The next day was the first day of school.
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