TBATE | The chosen emissary

Chapter 24: New sword, new deviant?

Arthur Leywin's POV:

"No! Absolutely no way! Arthur! Do you know how dangerous it is to become an Adventurer? You've just gotten back after we all thought you were dead and now you're saying you want to go get yourself killed out there? No way! Absolutely not!!"

My mother was on the verge of tears while she said this. She had never been good at controlling her emotions. Eleanor was besides her, clutching onto her leg.

"Mama, don't be angry. Bruhder not bad a person! Uuu... Mama, don't cry."

Director Goodsky had left the manor after my long conversation with her ended up with she only told my parents about me becoming an adventurer for 2 more years before enrolling the academy with her face hid all the bewilderment from receiving my reveal about the future. I could tell she still wanted to ask me a lot of questions but we excused ourselves to have a family talk. We were currently inside my parent's room with my mother standing up in front of me, forbidding me to even think about doing anything remotely dangerous.

Father was a bit more rational. I could tell he didn't like the idea as well, but he couldn't really see any reason for me not to be an adventurer besides my age.

After being silent the whole time, my father finally spoke up. "Honey, let's hear Arthur out at least. I'm not saying I agree to him becoming an adventurer but don't you think we should at least listen to what he has to say?"

"How can you still say that after what happened that day!" my mother yelled, breaking down into a fit of sobs.

I looked to my father for answers, curious about what she was talking about, but he simply shook his head and comforted my mother.

It seemed like a good hour before she had calmed down enough for us to speak again.

I grabbed my mother's hands. "Mom. I wasn't planning on leaving tomorrow. I was looking forward to spending a few months at home with you guys."

She was still silent, but her face softened a little at that and I just gave her a warm smile, Sylvie followed suit and began licking her hand.

"What I meant by becoming an adventurer was so that I can get some experience. After being in the Elf Kingdom for three years, I missed a lot about what I should know about this world of ours. I just thought that becoming an adventurer would be the best way to gain some practical experience," I urged, half truth, half lie, not letting go of Mother's hands.

"I understand where you're coming from, Arthur. Although I was a bit older, I was also itching to get some real life experience in fighting as soon as I awakened as a mage," he reminisced. "But your mother is also right in that it is dangerous, and unpredictable."

My mother nodded her head vigorously at this.

I spoke out my idea without hesistations:

"Dad. Mom. What if I were to have some sort of guard or supervisor with me? Would that make you feel a bit more at ease with this whole idea?"

"..."

"Hmm... You know, that's not a bad idea." I could almost see the gears in my father's head wind as he began thinking of potential candidates.

"B-but... I still won't be able to see you for three years!" My mother began to protest again.

Shaking my head, I say to her. "Mom, I'm not going to go on long trips or go on dangerous missions to faraway places. I'll try to come back every few months, maybe even more frequently than that, depending on what I do."

"Bruhder, are you leaving?" My sister had an expression as if she had just been told that Santa didn't exist.

I started to panic. "Nono Ellie I'm staying here. You'll be seeing your brother a lot from now on, okay?"