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lucathiaTitle: New Horizons -That Person Now Returned- (3/9)
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,234
Summary: Not long after Grisia assumes the position of the 38th Sun Knight, he spots a familiar face among the crowds—Roland, who has become a royal knight captain after disappearing from Grisia's life. However, trouble brews among the palace. This time around, is it Grisia's turn to look after Roland?
Notes: One of my favorite parts~. Also, ended up with the most amazing word count ever.
I brought two stools with me to the toilet next to the Judge's Complex and settled down to wait for my good friend, who was not supposed to be my friend, to arrive after his interrogations for the day. While I waited, I daydreamed about what kinds of desserts he might bring with him this time. Might it be blueberry cake? Or blueberry pie? Ooo, or maybe blueberry shaved ice? Ice had wanted to try his hand at blueberry shaved ice now that the weather was warming up. Oh, but Ice is still on his mission.
I could only bid the idea of blueberry shaved ice farewell with tear-filled eyes.
Judgment arrived just as I was wiping at my eyes, to which I merely said, "blueberry shaved ice" when he raised his eyebrows.
He shook his head at me, handed over the basket he had prepared, and then rushed over to puke. He had the timing down pat and never endangered the food, no doubt thanks to all the practice he had at rushing to the toilet and puking during our trainee years.
While he was puking, I dug through the basket. I was happily munching on a blueberry muffin by the time he was done throwing up and had come over to wash his hands and face.
"Mrffin?" I said with my mouth full, offering him the basket.
He shook his head again and sat down. I shrugged and grabbed another muffin for myself. It had been worth a try. Now, he couldn't blame me for not offering.
We exchanged our usual "pleasantries" about the God of Light's benevolence and the God of Light's severity, color coming back to Judgment's face as we spoke. Good. He looked much better than how he had looked when he had rushed in. I mean, his complexion had been bad, even worse than those dead knights I had fought some days ago, and when Judgment had a bad complexion, he looked downright scary, like he wanted to squash you like a bug.
See, I was doing everyone a huge favor, making sure our Judgment Knight was healthy and hale. There would definitely be fewer cases of servants fainting or running away crying if Judgment got his weekly quota of heart-to-hearts with his good friend, namely me.
"Why have you been terrorizing the palace maids lately, Sun?" Judgment suddenly asked.
"Hey, I don't terrorize people! That's your specialty," I complained. I had just been thinking about it, too. I'm not you, okay, Judgment? People don't faint or run away crying because of me! "And how do you know I've been at the palace?"
"Storm told me," Judgment said.
Storm, you don't have to report everything to Judgment, come on! Is he your leader, or am I?
"Those maids have been crying to him about how you're putting too much pressure on them. They think of it as sudden scrutiny from you. With the Sun Knight always prowling about, they feel that they must be perfect at their job and must not leave any inch of the palace dirty."
...Is that why they've been in such a dusting frenzy?
One had even been trembling and trying to hide behind her friend when she spotted me, furtively pulling her sleeves down over her arms. Surely I'm not so frightening? Seriously, it's not like I'm Judgment! Since when have servants been afraid of me, this benevolent, always smiling Sun Knight?
Perhaps even talking to them gave them a scare, as I was one of the highest authorities around. From my experience, no one paid servants all that much attention, and they were probably used to it. Some might even consider them "invisible," as they were always there in the background to help make sure things run smoothly while not being obtrusive themselves.
If any of them went missing, the nobility would likely not even notice, as there were plenty of other servants around to take their place. With how good they were at their jobs of staying out of the limelight, they were some of the best sources of information. Knowing that Roland was a royal knight, of course one of the first things I did was ask around the palace servants about this long estranged friend of mine who may or may not hate me.
I waved my hand in the air and said, "That's a good thing then. Slacking off isn't a virtue. May the God of Light shine upon these hard-working maids."
From what I heard from the maids, Roland sounded like he hadn't changed much since he was a kid. The maids didn't see him around all that often, as he was always practicing his sword at the training grounds by himself, but boy did they enjoy watching him train whenever they managed to find him.
The friend of that trembling maid even recounted how the maids had begun congregating during times he trained. At first, Roland hadn't paid them any attention, but he soon began training at all different kinds of hours and several different locations, making it much harder for the maids to catch him practicing.
Roland is still a huge sword idiot, huh? And still as diligent as ever with his training. If Earth had been the one with a bunch of maids flocking to watch him train, he'd be preening under all that attention. But not Roland. He'd much prefer practicing where no one would bother him or notice his effort.
He still sounded much like the Roland I had known, who had helped me fend off bullies, chase away dogs, climb over the walls to buy me desserts... But that was also the same Roland who had turned and left without saying goodbye.
It was very possible that he might no longer want to have anything to do with me.
"Say, Judgment, if you had a friend among the Judgment Knight candidates, but they stopped talking to you after you got chosen, only to suddenly show up in front of you again, would you try to reach out to them?" I asked.
Judgment gave me a look. "There was no one I would possibly consider a friend among those candidates. Why do you think my teacher was so intent on having me join the selections?" Before I could tell him to forget what I said then, he continued, "But I know that's not your real question. Are you wondering about Roland?"
I shot up from the stool, the legs of my seat clattering. "How do you know about Roland? Are you a mind reader?!" You... You tapeworm!
"All you've been doing this week is ask around about him. I grew curious and did some of my own investigations," Judgment said.
"Oh," I said and sat back down, somewhat relieved. It wasn't that Judgment had transcended and become a super tapeworm. His occupational disease had kicked in, like always. Whenever there was something fishy going on, there was no way he could leave it alone. I really couldn't get anything past him. Thank the God of Light I wasn't a criminal under his judgment.
I propped my elbows on my knees and rested my chin on my folded hands, waiting for him to elaborate.
"It seems that Roland has been doing some of his own investigations lately." Judgment said.
Judgment investigating me investigating Roland investigating someone else... Well, well.
"Go on," I murmured.
to be continued
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,234
Summary: Not long after Grisia assumes the position of the 38th Sun Knight, he spots a familiar face among the crowds—Roland, who has become a royal knight captain after disappearing from Grisia's life. However, trouble brews among the palace. This time around, is it Grisia's turn to look after Roland?
Notes: One of my favorite parts~. Also, ended up with the most amazing word count ever.
Part 3
I brought two stools with me to the toilet next to the Judge's Complex and settled down to wait for my good friend, who was not supposed to be my friend, to arrive after his interrogations for the day. While I waited, I daydreamed about what kinds of desserts he might bring with him this time. Might it be blueberry cake? Or blueberry pie? Ooo, or maybe blueberry shaved ice? Ice had wanted to try his hand at blueberry shaved ice now that the weather was warming up. Oh, but Ice is still on his mission.
I could only bid the idea of blueberry shaved ice farewell with tear-filled eyes.
Judgment arrived just as I was wiping at my eyes, to which I merely said, "blueberry shaved ice" when he raised his eyebrows.
He shook his head at me, handed over the basket he had prepared, and then rushed over to puke. He had the timing down pat and never endangered the food, no doubt thanks to all the practice he had at rushing to the toilet and puking during our trainee years.
While he was puking, I dug through the basket. I was happily munching on a blueberry muffin by the time he was done throwing up and had come over to wash his hands and face.
"Mrffin?" I said with my mouth full, offering him the basket.
He shook his head again and sat down. I shrugged and grabbed another muffin for myself. It had been worth a try. Now, he couldn't blame me for not offering.
We exchanged our usual "pleasantries" about the God of Light's benevolence and the God of Light's severity, color coming back to Judgment's face as we spoke. Good. He looked much better than how he had looked when he had rushed in. I mean, his complexion had been bad, even worse than those dead knights I had fought some days ago, and when Judgment had a bad complexion, he looked downright scary, like he wanted to squash you like a bug.
See, I was doing everyone a huge favor, making sure our Judgment Knight was healthy and hale. There would definitely be fewer cases of servants fainting or running away crying if Judgment got his weekly quota of heart-to-hearts with his good friend, namely me.
"Why have you been terrorizing the palace maids lately, Sun?" Judgment suddenly asked.
"Hey, I don't terrorize people! That's your specialty," I complained. I had just been thinking about it, too. I'm not you, okay, Judgment? People don't faint or run away crying because of me! "And how do you know I've been at the palace?"
"Storm told me," Judgment said.
Storm, you don't have to report everything to Judgment, come on! Is he your leader, or am I?
"Those maids have been crying to him about how you're putting too much pressure on them. They think of it as sudden scrutiny from you. With the Sun Knight always prowling about, they feel that they must be perfect at their job and must not leave any inch of the palace dirty."
...Is that why they've been in such a dusting frenzy?
One had even been trembling and trying to hide behind her friend when she spotted me, furtively pulling her sleeves down over her arms. Surely I'm not so frightening? Seriously, it's not like I'm Judgment! Since when have servants been afraid of me, this benevolent, always smiling Sun Knight?
Perhaps even talking to them gave them a scare, as I was one of the highest authorities around. From my experience, no one paid servants all that much attention, and they were probably used to it. Some might even consider them "invisible," as they were always there in the background to help make sure things run smoothly while not being obtrusive themselves.
If any of them went missing, the nobility would likely not even notice, as there were plenty of other servants around to take their place. With how good they were at their jobs of staying out of the limelight, they were some of the best sources of information. Knowing that Roland was a royal knight, of course one of the first things I did was ask around the palace servants about this long estranged friend of mine who may or may not hate me.
I waved my hand in the air and said, "That's a good thing then. Slacking off isn't a virtue. May the God of Light shine upon these hard-working maids."
From what I heard from the maids, Roland sounded like he hadn't changed much since he was a kid. The maids didn't see him around all that often, as he was always practicing his sword at the training grounds by himself, but boy did they enjoy watching him train whenever they managed to find him.
The friend of that trembling maid even recounted how the maids had begun congregating during times he trained. At first, Roland hadn't paid them any attention, but he soon began training at all different kinds of hours and several different locations, making it much harder for the maids to catch him practicing.
Roland is still a huge sword idiot, huh? And still as diligent as ever with his training. If Earth had been the one with a bunch of maids flocking to watch him train, he'd be preening under all that attention. But not Roland. He'd much prefer practicing where no one would bother him or notice his effort.
He still sounded much like the Roland I had known, who had helped me fend off bullies, chase away dogs, climb over the walls to buy me desserts... But that was also the same Roland who had turned and left without saying goodbye.
It was very possible that he might no longer want to have anything to do with me.
"Say, Judgment, if you had a friend among the Judgment Knight candidates, but they stopped talking to you after you got chosen, only to suddenly show up in front of you again, would you try to reach out to them?" I asked.
Judgment gave me a look. "There was no one I would possibly consider a friend among those candidates. Why do you think my teacher was so intent on having me join the selections?" Before I could tell him to forget what I said then, he continued, "But I know that's not your real question. Are you wondering about Roland?"
I shot up from the stool, the legs of my seat clattering. "How do you know about Roland? Are you a mind reader?!" You... You tapeworm!
"All you've been doing this week is ask around about him. I grew curious and did some of my own investigations," Judgment said.
"Oh," I said and sat back down, somewhat relieved. It wasn't that Judgment had transcended and become a super tapeworm. His occupational disease had kicked in, like always. Whenever there was something fishy going on, there was no way he could leave it alone. I really couldn't get anything past him. Thank the God of Light I wasn't a criminal under his judgment.
I propped my elbows on my knees and rested my chin on my folded hands, waiting for him to elaborate.
"It seems that Roland has been doing some of his own investigations lately." Judgment said.
Judgment investigating me investigating Roland investigating someone else... Well, well.
"Go on," I murmured.
to be continued
