Chapter 2: Foundations of Honor

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Before Emile realized it, three months had passed like the blink of an eye. What once felt daunting now became routine, the rhythm of Academy life settling over him like a well-worn cloak. The day after orientation had marked the beginning of an unrelenting schedule—mornings filled with grueling physical training, afternoons spent poring over tactics, history, and Paladin lore under the watchful eyes of Sir Richard and Sir William. By the time the sun dipped behind the high walls of the Academy, Emile's muscles ached, and his mind swirled with lessons on combat and duty.

It wasn't the path he had imagined. He had expected more action—swords clashing, armor gleaming, the thrill of battle training in every corner of the day. Yet most mornings began with stretches, running drills, and endurance exercises that left him gasping for breath. Then, hours of academic lectures followed, where Sir Richard spoke at length about strategy, honor, and the weight of responsibility that came with being a Paladin. In the afternoons, they returned to physical training, but even then, it was more discipline than combat—pushing their bodies to their limits, not wielding the swords they longed to touch.

Through it all, though, there was Gareth. His easygoing personality had been a balm to Emile, easing the tension of the long days. Gareth had a way of turning even the most mundane of tasks into something bearable, if not outright enjoyable. His jokes and constant chatter had become a comforting presence, and over time, their bond deepened into something stronger than mere friendship. They laughed together, trained together, and endured the long hours of lectures side by side. In a place as intense and overwhelming as the Academy, they found solace in each other.

One late afternoon, during one of Sir Richard's endless lectures on battlefield tactics, the tension that had been simmering beneath the surface of the class finally broke.

Emile sat beside Gareth in their usual seats near the back, both of them fighting the urge to let their minds wander as Sir Richard spoke in his calm, measured tone about the importance of understanding weapon stances and formations. The classroom was bathed in the warm, late-day sunlight that filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Most of the students were hunched over their desks, scribbling down notes or simply trying to stay awake.

Then, from the front of the room, a voice cut through the monotonous drone of the lecture.

"When are we going to get to the good stuff?" A boy named Elijah, his face flushed with frustration, suddenly blurted out, interrupting Sir Richard mid-sentence. "What's the point of talking about weapons and tactics if we aren't going to do anything with it? Give us a sword and show us how to fight."

The room fell into stunned silence. Heads turned, and a few murmurs rippled through the students, a mix of surprise and curiosity. Emile felt a spark of agreement rise within him. Though he would never have said it so bluntly, Elijah had voiced what many of them were feeling. After three months of grueling training and endless lectures, they were all eager to wield the weapons they had come here to master. Emile had imagined Paladin training to be full of action—combat drills, heavy armor, riding into the fray on horseback. But so far, much of their time had been spent in the classroom, learning about tactics, strategy, and the philosophies behind warfare.

Sir Richard, however, did not seem phased by the outburst. He calmly placed the book he had been holding down on his desk and looked up, one eyebrow raised in mild curiosity.

"Excellent question, Elijah," he said in an even tone, his voice betraying no emotion. The quiet confidence of the man filled the room with an unsettling stillness, as if something more was about to unfold.

The other students exchanged puzzled glances. Emile straightened slightly, his curiosity piqued as he watched Sir Richard turn his gaze toward Elijah, who was now shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

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