Hello, my dear readers! Its been a while since I've posted, as in a few months or so.

But I am happy to say that I did not die or decide to quit writing, I'm just lazy and slow.

I also had a bit of writer's block, I wasn't sure how some scenes should go or what a character should say or how they should say it. I also didn't know if I liked a specific thing I wrote and would just think about it until I decided to take a break that would last an hour or two.

Although that's not an excuse to have taken so long, in fact, there are writers that do even more than I do they post chapters faster than I can even tie my own shoe. This only shows that I need to put more time into this or at least stop being so damn lazy.

I mean there were days where I didn't even open my computer let alone think about writing. Although most days, I spend a good amount of time working on this chapter. Hell, usually I don't go to sleep until two or three in the morning, which isn't something I should be doing, but whatever.

I wish I could promise you guys that I will change and stop being a lazy jellyfish, but the thing is, I can't. I love lazying around especially, now since it's summer and the fact that I need to look for work and start getting into college.

But what I can promise you guys is that I will stick with it and keep posting until I finish this story, which I want to maybe last until chapter 30~, maybe longer. Then go off into the next story that I decide to write and probably fuck up, considering I ain't no Stephan King.

Well enough of my rambling, let's get on with the story

"Rise and shine kid!"

She stirred slightly, but other than that she didn't wake up.

"I said rise and shine kid!" I pull the blanket off her, finally waking her up.

She stretched for a moment until finally looking at me, confusion evident on her face, "Wait, who are you,"

I give an exasperated sigh, "I'm the poor sap that you summoned and forced to become a slave," I show her the runes.

"Oh, you're that strange peasant I summoned."

Now looking at me expectantly, "Well?"

"Well, what?" I ask in confusion.

"My clothes familiar, fetch them for me," She ordered.

"And why can't you do that yourself kid?"

"Nobility do not gather their garments when they have a servant nearby," She said matter of factly.

"Seems to me that you're just being lazy."

"If you continue to argue with me familiar you will be punished," She said while giving me a hard glare.

'This really isn't worth arguing about,' I sigh in annoyance.

"Fine, I'll get your damn clothes," I head to the dresser and grab her clothes.

"Here, now is that all?" I say handing her the clothes.

"Dress me." She hands them back to me.

"...I'm sorry, I think I misheard you, because it almost sounded like you said that you wanted me to dress you."

I really hope to God that I just misheard her.

With an annoyed huff, she repeated, "I said, I want you, my familiar, to dress me."

...

I was at a loss for words, this girl, literally asked me to dress her, what is she, four.

"There's no way I'm doing that."

"Then I suppose you don't need to eat today then," She replied coolly.

Disbelief was evident on my face, "Are you kidding me."

"Dress me or go the day without eating."

This bitch was really getting on my nerves, she's seriously going to punish me with starvation for not wanting to dress her. Now, either I'm just being a total dick for not following her orders, even though I know she's not taking care of my need out of the kindness of her heart or she's just being unreasonable.

Although in all honesty, it's most likely a combination of both with me still being difficult and her being an arrogant prick.

I give a sigh before replying, "Fine, I'll dress you."

"Good, now get to it," She replied snobbishly.

I drop place her clothes onto the bed and grab her panties and started dressing her, begrudgingly.

Once I started putting on her cloak, I asked, "What exactly are we going to be doing today anyways?"

Once I finished putting on the cloak, she replied, "Today all second-year students have the day off, which is supposed to be used to form bonds with the newly summoned familiars."

"Form bonds?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, since a familiar is a mages lifelong partner they will be spending a great deal of time together. So today is to be used to form and strengthen the bond between master and familiar."

That makes sense since no one wants a long life partner that they can't stand or have a connection with.

"Come on let's go familiar," she said.

"Where we going?" I ask.

"To breakfast of course."

The moment I entered the dining room I was hit with a strong smell of food; the smell alone was almost enough the fill me up. So, to say I was excited to have a taste of the food would have been an understatement, my mouth literally became a waterfall of drool.

With the amount of food on the tables, you could feed a small village or something similar.

"Familiar."

Begrudgingly I responded to the title, "Yeah kid."

Glaring, "Do not refer to me as kid familiar."

"Then what should I call you then?"

"Master," She stated.

Why did I even ask?

Not wanting to cause another conflict between us I decided to play along for now.

"Fine then, master what is it that you want?"

Looking satisfied she answered, "I wish for you to pull my chair back familiar."

I move to the chair she's standing next to and pull it back and promptly push it back when she sits. Not wanting to waste any more time I pull the chair right next to her and prepare to dig into the meal in front of me.

Only to be interrupted by the kid.

"Familiar what do you think you're doing!"

I turn to look at her.

"Is something wrong?" I ask.

"Only nobility are allowed to sit at these tables, peasants sit down there," She points at the floor.

As I look down to where she's pointing, I see a plate with a loaf of bread laying on the floor.

I could also hear laughter from nearby students, clearly finding this situation amusing.

"Hey master," I start to ask, "Your joking right."

"Do I need to repeat myself familiar?"

That response answered my question.

I stand up from my seat and grab the loaf of bread on the plate on the floor.

The moment I grasped the loaf of bread I could immediately tell that it was stale it was hard and dry.

'Are you fucking kidding me.'

Deciding that that wasn't going to slide, I decided to switch the stale bread for one of the better-looking dishes on the table.

I may not know whatever it was I grabbed, but it looked good, and that was good enough for me.

"Familiar what are you doing!" She said while looking at the plate in my hand.

"What does it look like I'm doing kid," I asked while grabbing a fork.

"It seems to me that you are taking food from the table which I have said is for the nobility," While glaring she continues, "So in a sense, you are in fact stealing from the nobility."

I smirk, "Stealing is a strong word, I prefer the word exchanging since I'm switching the loaf of bread for something better."

"It doesn't matter what you call it familiar you are still tak-."

I interrupt her before she could finish.

"Look, I'm used to not eating enough or not eating at all, in fact, it happens so often that I even started to play a game with myself, I try to guess when my stomach will start to growl," I grab a pitcher that was filled with water and pour myself a cup, "But that's not the point"

I take a sip from my cup.

"The point is that I can stand being hungry because I put myself through that."

"Familiar what does that have to d-."

I interrupt her once more.

"I'm not done talking,"

Looking annoyed she tries to speak once more.

"Familiar enou-."

I slam my cup on the table causing her to shut up in surprises as well as unintentionally garnering the attention of students who heard the loud noise.

Now with a scowl on my face, I say, "I don't really care that you were giving me little to eat, it may have been annoying, but it's not that big of a deal. What Is a big deal is the blatant lack of respect from you, kid. You not only intended for me to eat on the floor you also intended for me to eat bread that wasn't even fresh."

I turn around and start to walk away.

"Familiar!" The kid shouted.

I ignore her.

"Familiar!

I kept ignoring her, not really interested in hearing what she had to say. Although I could also hear laughter from nearby students, who had heard most of the conversation.

Which weren't directed at the both of us but was instead directed at her solely.

And for whatever reason, hearing them laugh at her, greatly annoyed me.

As I finish the last bit of food on my plate, I hear a familiar voice calling my name.

"Mr. Carlos!"

I turned around with a smile evident on my face.

"Siesta!"

I walk towards her until we're about arms reach from each other.

"Good morning Mr. Carlos."

"Good morning to you too siesta, how are you doing?"

With a bright smile, she responded, "I'm doing well, thank you for asking."

She glances at the plate I'm holding, and says, "If you don't mind me asking, why are you carrying a plate?"

I look at the plate for a moment, "I was actually eating."

She looked confused and asked, "Why are you away from the Alviss dining hall then Mr. Carlos?"

"Oh, no real reason, I just wanted to get away from the people," I say, not really wanting to go into why I left.

She nods and gives me a look of sympathy, "I understand how you feel Mr. Carlos, sometimes being in a room full of people can be quite overwhelming, especially a room full of nobles."

I nod in agreement.

"Well anyways Mr. Carlos, if you would like, I could take that plate to the kitchen."

I smile in appreciation, "Thanks for offering siesta, I appreciate it, but I would rather take it myself."

"Oh, ok then Mr. Carlos, but at least let me show you the way to the kitchen, so you don't get lost."

"Thank you, siesta." I thank her.

Her already sweat smile sweetens, "It's my pleasure."

As she guides me to the kitchen, we ended up chatting some more.

"Hey, siesta, why do you work here in the school?" I ask.

She looks at me, "Why I work here?"

"Yeah," I start to say, "You could be doing anything else, like working at a tavern or something, so why work in a place where you have to deal with a bunch stuck-up brats?" I ask.

When I finished asking her why she works her, she started glancing around nervously.

"You shouldn't say such things out loud Mr. Carlos," She nervously says.

"Because of the nobles?" I ask.

She nodded.

"Don't worry siesta it'll be fine if anything happens, I'll take care of it," I say reassuringly.

She didn't look convinced.

I decided to get back on topic and get away from what I said.

"So why do you work here?"

She relaxes a bit and replies with gets a glint in her eyes.

"For my family."

I stop walking.

Noticing that I stopped walking, she turns to look at me.

"Is something the matter Mr. Carlos?" She looks at me worryingly.

"No, no, it's nothing," I say reassuringly with an ache in my heart.

She nodded but kept looking at me with a strange look, she can probably tell that I wasn't doing alright. It really hurt when she said that it was for her family.

"So, tell why is this for your family?" I say trying to get the focus back to siesta.

She got the glint back in her eye, "I have seven brothers-."

"Wait, what!"

"Is something the matter Mr. Carlos?" She said in half confusion and half surprise.

"You said that you have seven brothers!" My heart ached as I said, brothers.

"I did, yes."

"Siesta seven brothers is quite a lot for a family, I only have four brothers," My heart ached once more, although, not as bad as the others.

She looked up and placed a finger on her chin and looked deep in thought.

"I suppose having seven brothers is weird."

"I suppose she says," I mutter under my breath.

'Having seven brothers is way too much, I wouldn't be able to handle having that many, hell I can barely handle the four that I have.'

That I had.

I shook my head.

I put my attention back to our conversation.

"So, how old are they anyway?"

"Well, Julian the oldest out of all of them is 15, Geoffrey and Thomas the twins are 14, Henry the middle child is 12, Simon is 10, William the second youngest is 8, and Richard the youngest is 7."

"Is it annoying having so many brothers?" I ask.

"Not at all, in fact, I'm glad that I have them all be my brothers, I couldn't imagine living without them." She responded in a cheerful tone.

I smile.

"Oh, it seems that we have arrived at the kitchen," She gestures to a door.

"Already?" I say with slight disappointment.

She giggled, "Don't be disappointed, we can talk again later once I've finished my duties."

I sighed slightly, "I suppose-"

Wait.

With a smile starting to form, "Siesta, what duties do you have at the moment?" I asked.

"I need to attend to the nobles and provide them with refreshments as they bond with their familiars, why do you ask Mr. Carlos?"

"I going to help you!" I eagerly say.

"Help me?" She asked in mild surprise.

"That right since I still want to talk with you and considering that I owe you, I want to help you."

Shaking her head, she responded, "I appreciate you wanting to help me Mr. Carlos, but I wouldn't want to waste your time."

"You wouldn't be wasting my time at all siesta, trust me, I want to help you," I reassured.

"Well, alright then, if you insist," She said, finally relenting.

"Awesome!" I smiled.

Now with a smile of her own, "Before we attend to the nobles, we need to gather a few things from the kitchen."

She opened the door to the kitchen, and as she was about to enter, she stopped and turned to me, "Mr. Carlos, are you absolutely certain that you would like to assist me with my duties?"

My smile now turning into a smirk, "Definitely."

"-not." I huff.

Deciding to help siesta with these annoying ass nobles probably wasn't the best decision.

For many reasons.

"Peasant! Bring me a cheesecake!" A noble said while snapping his hand.

They're demanding for one and rude for another.

"Of course, sir," I said with a strained smile.

As much as I wanted to say all the swear words in the dictionary in both languages that I knew, I couldn't or rather I shouldn't. Swearing at them would only cause problems for siesta, and besides, I got more shit form the higher ups in the crusaders than these children.

Although I suppose I'm also a child as well, I digress.

I went to the serving table that we had brought from the kitchen so we wouldn't need to waste so much time going back and forth from the kitchen to back here.

As I grabbed the cheesecake, I contemplated whether I should spit on the cheesecake, but I decided against it and pushed the thought away.

I sighed and returned to the noble that ordered the cheesecake not wishing for an earful from someone who looked like they couldn't even tie their shoe without someone doing it for them.

As I placed the plate in front of the noble, I was serving, I received another order.

"I'm feeling a bit parched, bring me some tea and make it quick; I don't have all day.

I quietly sighed and went to fetch some tea from the serving cart.

As I reached the serving cart and started preparing the tea, I heard a very audible slap. I turned in the direction of the slap to see that a crowd has gathered around a table.

"What's going on over there?"

As I got closer, I started making out voices of the people at the table.

"-something going on with this first year!" a feminine voice said.

"Oh, lord guiche, how could you, you told me I was the only one!" another feminine voice said.

"Both of you, please calm down, I can explain!" A male voice who I assume is lords guiche is.

As I pushed through, I managed to see the ending of the confrontation with my own eyes.

"You, liar!" They both said in unison while simultaneously slapping him, causing him to fall back.

The audience suddenly burst into laughter.

One of the laughing nobles, who was not as slim as the others suddenly spoke.

"You just got dumped guiche, and you deserved everything you got."

As the laughter continued, the boy now known as Guiche began to shake.

And then suddenly stood up.

He quickly turned around and started to head in that direction.

As he walked, my first thought was that he was running away that was until I saw that the direction he was heading was where siesta was standing.

With a look of absolute fear on her face.

"Somethings wrong," I mutter to myself as I proceed to follow Guiche.

As he got closer and closer, he began to yell at siesta.

"It seems that you don't know how to follow orders from your betters, peasant!" He yelled while putting great emphasis on the word peasant.

"And because of that, you have caused a needles misunderstanding!"

He stopped right in front of her and raised his hand, "And for that, you must be punished!"

Siesta wide eyes tightly closed as she shrunk back and prepared for her punishment.

Only for it not to come.

She slowly opened her eyes with confusion, only for them to suddenly go wide in surprise as she finally understood why the punishment never came.

The hand that was intended to deal, unjust punishment was firmly held in place.

By the commoner familiar.

For a moment, everything was quiet, until the enraged guiche began to shout once again.

"Unhand me, you ruffian! Unless you wish to be punished alongside this-"

Only to be roughly pushed to the ground.

"Shut it, unless you want to end up in the nearest hospital," I stated.

Guiche for a moment was unable to formulate words, he sat on the ground, unsure if the peasant truly was so uncouth as to treat him in such a disrespectful manner.

It was only with the laughter of his fellow nobles that he finally responded.

"It seems that you don't know how to pay the proper respect to nobility," He said with barely restrained anger.

"Respect is earned, not given, especially not too pompous brats like you."

"Is that so," He said still with the anger in his voice, but now with a grin.

"Yes, it is so."

I could tell that he was planning something, it was pretty obvious considering his grin and the look in his eyes.

"Well then," He started to say, "I seem I have no other choice."

He pulled out a rose and pointed it at me.

"I, Guiche de Gramont, hereby challenge you to a duel!"

The nobles, who that have been silent, suddenly broke into chatter.

"A duel?" I asked curiously.

"That's right, not only have you prevented me from dealing punishment to the foolish maid that cause a needless misunderstanding, but you have also disrespected me, I will not allow this slight to go unpunished!" He shouted.

I thought about refusing, mostly because it would be a waste of time.

Only to think of a way to turn this situation, which is still annoying but not as much as before, into an advantage.

"I want you to leave siesta alone when I win," I said while adjusting my sheath.

The second I said, "when I win," Guiche along with the other nobles burst into laughter."

"You, a commoner, winning against a noble, just the thought of it is outrageous," He stated while still laughing.

"So, do you agree?" I asked.

Finally done laughing, he simply said, "Very well, I shall humor you, in the unlikely case that you win, I will leave the maid alone."

The smile that he had after laughing got, "But in the more likely case that I win, you will bow before me and apologize for your foolish behavior."

"Fine."

He quickly pointed his rose at me, "Now peasant, go prepare yourself, I will await for you in the vestri square," He turned around and proceeded to walk away.

As he was leaving the nobles that were watching our little conflict, all began to talk among themselves.

I was only able to make out a few words as they all drowned each other out; the most common word that was said was, peasant and so, much fun.

"Mr. Carlos!" Shouted siesta after having stayed silent for the entire conflict.

I turned to face her, slightly worried as she sounded quite distressed.

"Is something-"

She clutched my arm and proceeded to drag me in the direction that Guiche walked off to.

"Wha-siesta, what the hell are you doing!" I pull back and force her to face me.

She looked absolutely frightened.

"Mister Carlos, you need to apologize to Lord Gramont, if you go and beg for forgiveness, you may get off with only a few lashings!" She shouted while gripping my arms tightly.

"Apologize, to him, why would I do that?" I hated the very thought of going up to him and apologizing, I would sooner dislocate my own arm than apologizes.

Even if it was a bit much.

And painful.

"Mister Carlos, to face him would mean certain death, a commoner can never hope to win against a noble!"

"Certain death?" I couldn't help but laugh and feel a sense of Deja vu, "Believe me when I say this siesta, I won't die too someone like him."

"But your wrong!" She shouted, "He may not look like much, but he's a dot class, mage!" Her already tight grip on my arms tightened.

'Dot class? What the hell is a dot class mage?'

I carefully remove her hands from my arms, "Siesta, believe me when I say that I have faced opponents far worse," I say trying to reassure her, "Some brat who looks like he can't even wipe his own ass without someone doing it for him won't beat me."

"You're wrong! She shouted one final time before running away into the school.

I could only just stand and watch her run off, too confused at why she would run off like that.

Are these nobles really that terrifying that the very thought of fighting one of them and coming out on top seen as a pipe dream?

My mind began to think of the face of the blond hair noble.

"Nah, that can't be it," I proceed to walk in the same direction that the arrogant blonde brat did.

"So, you actually showed up, "He said as I pushed through the crowd.

Instead of responding, I decided to survey the area where we would be fighting and decide on how I would approach the fight.

'In all honesty, using my Glock would be a bad idea, I could literally hit anyone that wasn't Guiche. I mean I wouldn't terribly mind since it would mean one less noble to worry about. Although, I would rather not have the burden of having killed someone that wasn't involved in this little fight of mine.'

Guiche, on the other hand, well, he's fair game.

'I also had to remember that siesta said that he was s dot class mage. What a dot class mage is I don't know, it could mean that he's either strong since it's one, and one at times means that someone is the best.'

'Or on the other hand, it could mean the complete opposite and being a dot class is one of the weakest someone can be. Until I have answers to these questions, I need to be cautious and plan out my actions carefully.'

'I also need to consider the thought of whether if he needs his rose, which I'm guessing he uses as a wand, for whatever reason. Could it be that he needs to use his rose as a catalyst to be able to use magic or, does he use it because it helps direct his magic?'

'I was also wounder-'

"Guiche, stop this right now!" A familiar voice yelled.

I turned to see that it was the kid that yelled and interrupted my thinking, with siesta standing right beside her.

"Siesta?" I say with slight surprise.

I didn't think I would see her at all until after the fight.

Even though she knew that I said her name, she wouldn't look at me, or rather, she wouldn't look at me in the eyes.

"You know that duels are forbidden on academy grounds!" She finished.

"As I remember, that rule only applies to dueling one another," He said not at concerned.

"That's because...a case like this has never occurred before," She quietly responded.

"Now Louise, not to get too personal, but could it be that you are feeling attracted to this peasant." He said with a wide smile.

"What! No one with any decency would just sit by silently as their familiar is beaten into a tattered heap!" She shouted clearly furious at being told of the possibility of having an attraction to a lowly familiar.

"Look," I interrupted, "Enough arguing about the duel and let's get to, it already," I sigh in annoyance.

"Your right, the wait has been long enough, prepare yourself peasant, for your punishment!" He waved his rose, and a petal fluttered from the base to the ground.

The moment the petal touched the ground, a bright light engulfed a small area, and from it, a figure arose.

"My name is Guiche de Gramont, and my runic name is 'The Brass', therefore a brass golem, a Valkyrie to be precise, will be your opponent," He stated.

I didn't have much time to examine the Valkyrie, the moment he finished talking, it suddenly rushed towards me. Raising its spear, it launched a strike to my abdominal.

I frantically rolled to my side, barely managing to avoid getting my stomach impaled.

"Shit, that was close," I prepared myself for another attack.

"Well well, who would have thought you could dodge so well," He mockingly said.

"Hey, you aren't trying to kill me, are you?" I asked while keeping my eyes on the Valkyrie.

"While I fully intend to punish you, I am not without mercy, the blades have been made blunted so they will not kill you. I just hope you can take a beating, for your master's, Valkyrie once again rushed towards me, preparing to strike my abdominal.

I easily evaded the attack; this time being prepared for an attack.

"Alright, let's end this," I unsheathed my bayonet and prepared to attack the Valkyrie.

Only to end up stopping in surprise as a warm sensation ran through my body, with one area of my body being warmer than the rest.

My left hand.

"Mister Carlos look out!" Siesta yelled.

"Wha-" A sudden flare of pain stopped me from speaking, causing me to fall to the ground.

I clenched my teeth in pain, I have gone through all sorts of pain from missions and training, so I was used to it and could stand it better than most people could.

But that didn't mean it didn't still hurt like a bitch, "Shit, that's what I get for getting distracted in a fight," I scold myself, as I began to stand back up.

As I stood back up, something caught my eye, a bright light, which emanates from my left hand.

Or more precisely, the runes engraved into my hand.

I don't know what's with this thing, but whatever it's doing feels great. I feel lighter and just generally better than I usually do, I feel like I can keep fighting all day. Not to mention the pain, it disappeared, now I only feel a dull ache, which is better than stabbing pain.

"Have you finally realized that this duel is in my favor, while I applaud you for not cowering in fear, the outcome of this battle of obvious for anyone watching," He along with everyone other pompous brat watching laughed, obviously amused at the thought of a lowly commoner think they had a chance of I could react in any way, the kid and siesta were at my sides.

"Do you get it now, peasants can never win against mages," She softly said.

"Miss Valliere is right Mister Carlos, commoners can never hope to beat a noble, so, please just stop this," Siesta pleaded.

I stayed silent.

"Mister Carlos, are you alright?" Siesta asked, clearly worried.

"You're wrong," I muttered.

"What was that Mister Carlos?" She asked.

"I said you're wrong," I repeated, this time speaking loud enough for siesta and the kid to hear, "You may think that fighting these bastard impossible, but let me tell you something Siesta, nothing is impossible."

Walking on air is impossible, but that's not the point.

"You may think that this fight is one-sided, that he's far stronger than me, that just because he knows some parlor tricks that he automatically outmatches me, but you're wrong," I proceeded to walk towards the Valkyrie, "And I'll prove to you, that even someone like me, can take down a pompous ass mage, like him."

I charged towards the Valkyrie.

The Valkyrie charged at me as well.

"Mister Carlos, no!"

"Familiar stop!

They both yelled, but it fell on deaf ears, I was determined to beat Guiche, not just to prove that someone like Guiche is not unbeatable, I also wanted to hurt something, anything.

I can keep my anger in check most of the time, so I never worry about lashing at others who don't deserve it. But that anger and want to lash out builds until it reached its boiling point. The anger I feel is directed at the fact that I can't go home, the fact that I know it's useless to scream, beg, and fight.

Because it's pointless because it won't solve any of my problems, and I hate it.

So, this fight gives me an outlet for my rage.

The moment I was in its attack range, it made a horizontal slash.

I easily dodged the attack; I rushed towards it to close the distance and finish it.

Spear wielders have the advantage in range, especially with someone with a smaller weapon like me. But when you're up close and personal, the one with the smaller weapon has the advantage.

I slashed its neck, severing the head from the reast of the body, killing it instantly.

For a moment, everything was silent, with the only noise being the Valkyrie dispelling, until finally, the spectators burst into laughter.

"Haha, Guiche can't even beat a commoner!" One student said.

"Hey, maybe the commoner will win!" Another said.

The moment he lost his Valkyrie, the crowd turned on him, I didn't really care. They'll cheer for whoever is winning, seeing this battle as only entertainment.

Guiche scowled, "Don't think that you've won just because you managed to beat one of my Valkyrie!" He waved his rose again, causing even more petals to flutter to the ground.

The moment they touched the ground, numerous bright lights engulfed small areas, with Valkyries rising from them. Although, these Valkyrie looked different than the one I had fought. While the once I had fought was obviously armored, it didn't have much protection. These, however, appeared to be far more protected with some having shields and others simply possessing thicker pieces of armor.

"The previous construct was simply an imitation, a frail copy that pales in comparison to the ones you see before you." He said with no small amount of pride.

Crap.

"This might be a bit much," I murmur to myself.

I needed a plan; I can't just swing wildly and hope that I get a critical hit. My bayonet it powerful, but it's not going to stop me from being counter-attacked from behind when I don't notice it. I need to separate them somehow, maybe if I-.

They all dashed towards me.

"Looks like swinging wildly, is the most likely option." I dashed towards them.

The spear wielders did a piercing my luck, I decided I wanted to see if this lighter body could do more than just feel nice.

So, I jumped over the Valkyries.

To the surprise of everyone, including me, I actually jumped over them. I could practically feel the eyes on me, especially Guiche wondering how some peasant could do such an impressive feat.

Buy as much as I wanted to say a snappy one-liner or just say something that would infuriate Guiche, I knew that it would prove to be a waste, especially since I have the opportunity for an attack.

So that's what I did, I attacked the Valkyries right behind me, leaving me with two fewer enemies to deal with.

The moment they had finally realized that I was behind them, they quickly struck behind them in hopes of hitting me.

But the attack was in vain, I had moved away before they could hit me.

I only needed to take out four more, three of them being sword wielders with the others being spear wielders.

I decided to make the first move and went straight for the last spear wielder. I dashed towards it so, so I wouldn't be hit by the others.

When It attempted to slash at me with its spear, I sliced the blade of the spear.

In its final attempt to do any damage to me, it swung the pole at me, only for it to be sliced like the blade.

I slashed its head, killing it instantly.

Just as I was going to move, I heard clanging and quickly rolled away. I had just barely managed to evade the attack.

I readied myself and prepared for another a moment everything was still, the three remaining Valkyries and I just stood in place for a moment. Waiting for the other to make a move, any move even if only a step.

So being the kind fellow that I am, I decided to be the first to make a move.

I dashed for the Valkyrie that was in the middle and launched an attack, only for it to be blocked, mostly. I had pierced the shield, with the blade passing all the way through, although, the handle, didn't have the same luck, obviously.

I jumped back as the Valkyrie that I had just attack, swung its sword at me.

The Valkyries on either side of the one I attacked launched an attack of their own, with the one on my left being faster. As the blade got closer, I used my knife to redirect it so that it would hit the other Valkyries sword.

When they hit, I slashed its arm and kicked away, I quickly, in a big arc, slashed heads of the Valkyries and threw my bayonet to the one I kicked, effectively killing them all.

Now, onto the real opponent. I quickly grabbed my bayonet and rushed towards Guiche.

He attempted to summon more, but before he could wave his rose, I threw the bayonet towards him. It missed his shoulder by a few inches, but even with it missing its intended target, it still causes Guiche, to momentarily stop, giving me my chance.

I lunged towards Guiche and tackled him to the ground, I straddled him cowboy style and raised my fist.

Right as I was about to give him the beating of the era, he shouted two words that stopped me in my tracks, "I yield!"

Once again, everything was silent, with the only sound being the wind.

That is until I broke the silence, "What did you say?"

"I yield! I yield!" He yelled, clearly panic-stricken.

I star at him for a moment before grabbing his face and pulling his ear close to my mouth.

"If you ever try to hurt siesta again, I'll beat you fucking ass, understood?" I asked, not really giving him much of an option considering what just happen.

"Yes! Yes! I swear I'll never attempt to hurt the maid again!"

"Good," I let go of his face and grabbed my bayonet before walking off in the direction of where I was summoned, which is where Alexander is.

The look of utter surprise and slight fear I saw from the faces of the other nobles as they made room for me to pass, put a smile to my face.

Although something that did put a damper on my mood was the fact that I felt like shit again, or at least worse than I usually feel. The Moment my bayonet left my hand all the warmth that I felt from the runes just, disappeared, like it was never there in the first place. I look at the runes, this time examining every little detail of them. The writing was strange if it even could be read, it reminded me of Nordic runes or something like them, they were also a tone darker than my skin color, making them more noticeable.

But besides that, they were unremarkable.

"Maybe one of the teachers knows something about it," I quietly say to myself.

I should do that now since it's more convenient to find out sooner rather than later.

But.

I'm too tired to do that right now, I legit just to talk to Alex about what's what and then send my ass to bed (or rather straw, if that makes any sense) and sleep.

"Fuck it, these runes can't be more important than my rest."

Or can they?

No, they can't, nothing is more important that catching these z's.

Actually, now that I think about it, I never did talk to siesta, or the kid after the fight, now did I?

Oh well, they can wait, I'm on break from all this Familiar (slavery), noble, other word/dimension bullshit.

Well, this is it, the end of chapter three, actually, as I'm writing this, I just realized that I haven't come up with a name for it, not once.

Not at all surprising, at least not to me, but whatever I end up naming, I can tell you this once, it'll blow off your fucking socks that's for sure.

JK, not really, it's probably going to be something hella lame.

For all of you who actually enjoy reading this chicken scratch, thank you, I really do appreciate you wasting your time on some kid that's never done anything like this, who still has a long way to get before making anything really good.

Writing this and having you all read it is amazing and makes me happy, so I hope I don't fuck it up by having you all suddenly realize that these suck ass or something. Cause they're not great, they're not terrible, but I could literally find something better than this without even trying.

Although, I still have fun writing these even if they end up looking like a 3-year-old was just mashing buttons.

I sincerely hope that you all stay for every other chapter that comes out because there will be more, no doubt, even it takes a whole year for every chapter to come out.

Sincerely,

The Foolish Two.