The dark blue eyes opened while the owner of them was enduring his pain. It seemed that the king of fire survived from a bad fall after being discovered by enemies and running to the cliff. Carefully, he sat up from laying position. When rubbing his chest, someone already bandaged his injuries. The king of fire sighed in relief. He doesn't know who saved him, yet his heart could feel the warm of his savior. Feeling indebted, he hurriedly wore his clothes and armor before someone saw-
His gazes stopped upon the short blonde-haired person under the tree near where he was. The armor made their gender unidentified and it was already too dark to see clearly. But, from the small blaze that shone on the armor they was wearing, he knew that person couldn't be trusted as it had a crest of his enemies on their chest. Allen took his chance as he realized that they was still in the land of the dreams. He sneakily out from that place when, suddenly, a hoarse voice halted his steps.
"Halt thine steps! Whither dost thou aim to venture with thy wounds still unhealed?"
The red-haired man turned to face the purple eyes staring at him menacingly. A similar look to his loyal subject's gaze in his daily basis. He swore that his mind almost misshaped them, an accidental mistake he didn't want to do with an enemy. The blonde-haired knight stood up while pointing their pole toward him. He was at a long distance from them, but the king knew that they could stab him at any moment.
Two-colored hands raised, signing a white flag to the knight. "Alright. I gave up."
As he said that, the king of fire went back to the place where he was laid on. Allen sat down and asked, "thank you for helping me. But, are you an idiot, Mr. Knight?"
One of the knight's blonde eyebrows raised up as their veins barely popped up. "Thou dost hurl insults whilst bestowing thanks upon me. Is that the sole prowess thou possesseth in the art of war?"
A laughter came out from the dark blue-eyed man. He didn't think that the owner of the gentle looking purple eyes could bit his sarcasm really quickly and delivered a nice jab. He couldn't stop laughing as he ruffled the red hair he has while slapping his thigh. This is the first time he could laugh in the war – from enemy's side, that is.
The blonde-haired knight's face turned into confusion, making the red-haired one more snickering inside his mind. Naïvely logical, dense of humor, and only trusting their heart. That's the vibes he got from them, a noble who willingly became knight from young age.Though, it's not like he could say anything about it. But, there's only one thing he should address before this silent truce ended.
"You're interesting." The king of fire then slowly changed his behavior while grinning. "My name is Allen Freya de Obelix. What's your name, Mr. Knight?"
"Doth thou speak of the mighty Emperor of Azar?" the knight seemed sceptic at first,then, he answered. "Georginia, of the noble lineage of Jacquelyn, a humble squire in the realm of knighthood, yet devoid of the sacred order."
"I see. So, you're from one of the founding families of the La Gloire Kingdom," His grin turned into a smirk, "that's already quite a feat for a teenager girl like you. Yet, you went into a war without surveillance from your knight principal. How much do you want to rise your rank of loyalty?"
The blonde-haired knight's surprised look turned into laughter while she sat at leisurely pace. It's a long chuckle that the red-haired one almost worried if he was unfortunate enough to meet a crazy enemy until the knight slowly subsided her humor once more. With a pair of serious purple eyes, Georginia glared while opening her fair lips. "Alas! I beseech thy pardon, for it hath been an age since I encountered one who discerned mine 'identity' save for the lord of my household. It is truly lamentable that I am unable to extol thy virtues at this moment."
