A Knight's Slave

Volume 1 Chapter 7

Ever since I found out the reason why the Round Table was being so secretive all of a sudden, I flipped out. 'Ha!? Humans and Demons helping each other!?!? They must be crazy! Need I remind you, they're the ones who killed our kind for sport! Yet you're willing to team up with them!?!? You make me laugh at your stupidness! Even a two-year-old is smart enough to crawl away and cry at the sight of them!' I thought, muttering a stream of curses.

I know that looking down on your own kind is bad but at this point? I don't really care anymore. Just don't lump me in with those stupid humans. I scoffed at them, feeling really pissed. 'Really, this world is affecting my innocent personality. Since when did I get so violent?'

I stood up from the bed I was sitting on and went to my closet. Grabbing my training outfit, I put it on whilst grabbing a face toweland went to the training grounds in order to blow off some steam.

As soon as I went in the grassy training grounds, I saw my brother practicing his spear with another guy. Surprised and curious, I decided to watch from afar and study his movements while sitting on the grass. Onii-san was not bad at all, he was really, really bad. I nearly laughed when he stumbled and fell on his butt, forgetting the anger from a while ago. 'Onii-san is a legit stress reliever. No offence though.'

After watching more for a couple of minutes I thought, ' I think he is best suited for the bow rather than a spear.' I nodded to myself agreeing that it would be best for him. When we were younger, I at the age of eleven and him at the age of fifteen, we'd always throw knives at targets to see who's best at aiming from afar. His throws were always at bullseye whereas I, all over the place. I truly sucked at throwing before, but now I would say, it would be on par with horse poop. Storm's to be exact. My nose almost lost its ability to smell when I entered the stable, and I had to clean it. Well, it doesn't really matter because I only handle melee weapons, I can aim just fine when the target is near.

After thinking on how I would solve Storm's poop problem, not a moment later, my brother finally noticed me and waved. I waved back at him and gave him a smile. The boy next to him bowed in greeting. As soon as he lifted his head and connected his eyes with mine, I nodded in acknowledgement. The skills he had shown a while ago was not bad, he's definitely experienced.

I stood up from the ground and approached them.

"Greetings. How long have you guys been here?" I asked in curiosity. My brother smiled at me and opened his arms.

"Hug first" I rolled my eyes went went to hug the sweaty boy in front of me. 'Such a siscon' I teased him in my head. If you're asking why I would hug someone so sweaty, it's because I got used to it whenever my brother from my past life has finished his basketball training and came to hug lil' me when he got home and mom would scold him, he was a siscon as well. I sighed mentally, those days are over. There's no use in reminiscing about it.

Releasing myself from my brother's grip, I turned to the boy and stretched out my hand while smiling.

"Talia Greycott, nice to meet you, sir." He hesitated for a moment and then eventually clasped his rough hand on mine.

"Vincent Anthony Bartolome, the pleasure is mine." My eyebrows shot up. 'He has a second name, probably a son of noble or a well-known merchant. The last name seemed familiar too... Ah! I know, he is the brother of Lady Gabrielle!' I realized as my hand was released from his calloused hands.

"Talia, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be training and studying with dad for tomorrow's tournament?" My brother asked wiping his face with the dry towel I gave him. I shook my head.