Chapter 4 (2/2)

Fighting aura was passed on through bloodlines. Few civilians could grasp it.

As a matter of fact, Liszt felt that it had more to do with nutrition. How could civilians condense the power inside their bodies into combat aura when they were always hungry?

Few nobles failed to grasp combat aura as long as they tried.

It was also why nobles were the ruling class. With enough money and food, they cultivated combat aura and exploited the civilians, making them even richer and stronger, leading them to exploit civilians even more.

The milk and bread in the morning provided nutrition for Liszt.

He practiced basics of combat aura under Marcus’s tutelage. He had been doing it since six, but to little avail. The combat aura made him stronger than civilians, but he was too weak compared to earth knights and beginner knights. Marcus could beat him single-handedly.

Mysterious feelings, experiences like I never had, training… I wonder what the reward will be after the mission is accomplished. Will I become an earth knight?

Feeling the combat aura inside his body, Liszt worked hard.

The morning class did not stop until an hour later.

“Mr. Marcus, have some water. We will leave in ten minutes.” Liszt wiped his sweat. The class was quite exhausting.

Carter had already asked the servants to serve milk tea.

The four squires all got a cup of tea that had meat, milk, and eggs. They sipped the delicious drinks and forgot the exhaustion of the past hour.

Marcus and Liszt, on the other hand, had additional cheese and cookies.

After they finished eating and got changed, Thomas, the valet, had already brought Liszt’s horse over. It was an adult horse that was almost purely red, although it was only a foal when it was given to him as a birthday present when he was twelve.

The horse snorted and nuzzled Liszt’s arm.

“Fire Dragon, my old friend, you must be yearning for a ride.” Comforting the horse, Liszt seated himself on it agilely.

Marcus and the four squires rode horses, too. Marcus’s was a yellow and gray horse that looked rather impressive. It was his own property. The horses of the squires belonged to Liszt, although they were handed to the squires.

“My lord, safe journey,” Carter said.

“Thank you.” Liszt cracked the whip, urging the horse to run. “Let’s go!”

Liszt, who was leading the ride, wore leather armor made of monster hide that only nobles could afford. It was light and offered better protection than regular armor did.

With the black armor, the sword on his waist, and the helmet topped with pheasant’s feathers, he couldn’t have looked more awesome.

His squires, in addition to their own swords and shields, had to carry a large spear and backup weapons such as hammers and flails, as well as the food and drink for lunch.

Marcus had a bow apart from his favorite spear. He was a great archer, an identity that he was more proud of. It was also why he was confident enough to distinguish himself on Coral Island and be properly knighted.

Da! Da! Da! Da! Da! Da!

The horses’ hooves thudded against the earth and they soon reached the town, the first destination on Liszt’s tour.