Chapter 295: Inheritor of The Scholar Guardian (1/2)
The Knight of Courage carried a smile on her face as her hair strands looked like blue quartz in the light. She looked around the bathroom and at Arthur sitting with his clothes on in the tub.
”Did I pick an inappropriate time?” She asked awkwardly as Arthur stared at her with a haggard face.
He had no strength left after the mental anguish from earlier. He tried standing up, but his right hand slipped from its grasp on the tub and he fell back into it with a loud bang.
”It's alright.” Arthur sighed. ”Can you help me stand up?”
The Knight of Courage nodded and walked over. She pulled his right arm and Arthur stood up and got out of the tub. While pulling it, she examined his arm closely.
”It seems you weren't trying to remove the gem as I feared, which would have been quite deadly.” The Knight smiled. ”Are you alright, Seika?”
”I am, thank you. It seems you're always helping me, now and in the Domain.”
”Haha,” The knight laughed as she let go of his arm. ”You Seika La Vega are really abnormal for you recognize me despite my disguise.”
”I am keen on people,” Arthur said as he wobbled toward, almost falling in the process.
”Easy there.” The Knight threw her arm under his armpit for him to lean on. They went toward the room and Arthur sat on the bed.
He didn't know if he was tired because of the stress that he just went through or because the soul restructure was already underway before the countdown ended.
”What brings you here, Knight of King Solomon?” Arthur asked at last. The knight grabbed a chair and sat down crossed-legged on it.
”I've heard that the ceremony has been brought forward to tomorrow, I thought you might need some help.”
”What kind of help?”
”Well, what kind of problem do you have?” She shot at him, looking confident.
”Can you postpone the ceremony?” Arthur shot back.
”Well,” The Knight awkwardly scratched her head again. ”No. That would raise suspicion if I tried anything funny. I'm here to witness the possibility of a conditional treaty of peace.”
”Isn't that a good thing?” Arthur raised his brows.
”Conditional being the keyword. Slavery would still exist and we need to give up a part of our land. The only way this treaty would be considered by our king is the awakening of the Duke's daughter.” The knight shook her head.
”I see,” Arthur nodded. ”I have a question.”
”Ask away.”
”Where do the Seika get their powers from?” Arthur asked, hoping to derive some inspiration on how to restore his powers.
”That's an unusual question.” The Knight furrowed her brows. ”The matter of the Seika is not really common knowledge, but you should know better than anyone else.”
”Know what?”
”The source of your powers.” The Knight said, spreading her arms. ”It is everywhere for you. It depends on what are you loved by. Are you loved by living beings? Then they give you power. Are you loved by metals? Swords will listen to you. Are you loved by the wind? Hurricanes will dance around your fingertips.”
Arthur didn't answer but he knew this wasn't it. He wasn't loved by anything, but by existence itself. When he used his powers before, he could bend metals, runes, earth, the sky, and even space.
”Why do we have these powers?” Arthur tried to rephrase, hoping to glean off any information he can about similarities to his legacy.
”No one knows.” The Knight shook her head. ”The only one who has a general inkling is the one we serve, King Solomon. He seems to know a lot about Seika La Vega because he's the inheritor.”