You, Who's Kind Only To Me - Chapter 6
Imperial year 621, Summer.
Lucas von Daverid, known as Duke Daverid to most people, and simply Lucas to his cousin and closest confidants, turned his head away from the mountain of documents piled on his office desk.
“Yes, there is a remote island located closest to the ‘Nightmare’ territory. It has been extremely secluded, so there has been no interaction with the mainland, but…”
“Ah, I recall it now. It must be a place with only a few households.”.
“Yes, that’s correct. Originally, they were people who lived quietly by fishing alone.”
Aide Johann Shepherd said in a heavy tone.
“…There have been reports that they seem to be preparing an altar lately.”
With that statement, silence fell over the office.
“Although there are limitations to reconnaissance without anchoring, there is considerable uncertainty in the information. According to the soldier who went near the island himself, they heard incessant chanting of unfamiliar prayers. It almost sounded like a melody.”
Unauthorized altar ceremonies are illegal and constitute a serious crime. The Duke gazed out of his office window at the serene and beautiful blue sea, seemingly unperturbed. Then, he spoke.
“Summon the First Knights. I will go myself.”
“Yes, I will proceed.”
While there are winter fortresses in the north to fend off relentless monster waves during the extreme cold, in the south, there exists only one scouting base dedicated to preventing a single catastrophe: Daverid.
They serve as a vigilant watch over the slumbering calamity, with the solemn duty of confronting the Nightmare first should it ever awaken.
“I still can’t forget that day.”
“I can’t forget the sight of my father turning away to board the warship.”
While those who have forgotten the nightmare may remember this place as a peaceful and prosperous port city, the reality was different. This place was the frontline, and on the frontline, destiny could be overturned by a single uncertainty.
“I will summon Gillian.”
“Yes, I’d appreciate that.”
The aide left the office, and not long after, the Commander of the First Knights arrived to see the Duke. Tonight, too, the lights in the Duke’s office were expected to shine late into the night.
“…It’s too quiet.”
Duke Daverid remarked as he disembarked from the ship onto the island.
“Can there really be an activity here?”
He was a ruler of the vast southern regions of the Empire, but he was also a knight who had reached the highest rank.
The Daverid family, a founding family and the heart of maritime trade, had amassed immense wealth and power. The reason they had remained strong and unchallenged by the royal family was entirely due to the existence of the calamity.
For generations, they had protected the South for over several hundred years and would continue to do so. To achieve this, their leader couldn’t be just an ordinary person.
The Daverid family had a tradition where all direct descendants had to undergo knight training as an obligation. Lucas von Daverid was no exception; he had already completed his training and received his knighthood before reaching adulthood.
The person who had imparted this training had often thought, “It’s such a waste to put someone like him behind a desk,” and there had been moments when Lucas’s life path almost took a different turn.
The knights sensed something and drew their swords. Gilian Hector, the Commander of the First Knights, positioned himself diagonally in front of Lucas and infused mana into his sword.
The ethereal aura symbolizing the status of a ‘Master’ blazed along the sharp edge of the sword. In an age where magic was fading, and the presence of mages were rare, knights who could wield the power of aura were considered formidable weapons in their own right.
They were beings capable of single-handedly conquering an entire castle.
Despite Johannes’ strong opposition to Lucas going himself until the very end, it was Lucas who brought Gilian along, saying, ‘If you insist on going, take Gilian with you.’
“I heard rumors that you’ve been pushing my valuable knights to their limits lately, so I brought you along so they could take a break.”
“Hoho….Well, those weaklings have to earn their keep somehow, don’t they?”
“Even if I don’t want to know, there will come a day when the cries from the training grounds will cease.”
“But it seems like that day won’t come anytime soon.”
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