Multiverse Switch

Chapter 4 - How Much Do You Know?

"Swing it like this."

Ink gestured using the wooden stick. He can't make an actual sword but he was happy that Error was getting the hang of it. He can't be more than happy to help.

"I told Nightmare I was sick so I would be training with the Third General by noon tomorrow." Error said as he trained the swing a few more times.

"That brings more time..." Ink said, sitting down at the foot of the bed.

"You seemed experience in handling this."

"I've been in medieval universes alot of times. Let's say I picked up most of it."

Error didn't look at him but observed the wooden stick in his hand before speaking. "This is another Multiverse..."

Ink already knew but he lacked the information to consider it. "How could you say so?"

"Because-"

"Sir, dinner is here. Would you like me to leave it here?"

Ink and Error recognized the voice belonging to Blue so the Fourth General didn't mind letting the other in. At his command, the little servant opened the door and froze for a moment as he spotted Ink sitting by the foot of the bed without care and Error approaching him. He bowed his head and Error took the tray from him.

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Blue's breath hitched as Ink stood up without his Master's command. He wasn't a slave but he'd seen others getting lashed for moving without command. He expected the General to smack or leave a blow to the slave but he didn't. Ink just merrily skipped to the tray and grabbed Error's dinner.

This caught Blue's attention and he tried to interfere. "Ah! Don't, that's not- That's for the General-"

He never got to finish as Ink took a bite on the dish using the wooden spoon. The slave looked up and waved the spoon to Error who's not doing anything.

"You want some?" Ink asked with this... strange, non-formal speaking.

"Nope, I've already eaten Lunch, so..."

"Really? You sure?"

"Would you like me to tell you those dishes the King had on the table? There was this roasted chicken and-"

"Okay, okay. Stop, I totally get it now." Ink interrupted as he dug in on the meal.

Blue was more than confuse but in the very back of his mind, he wasn't surprise as this wasn't the first time Ink talked back or did something disrespectful. The General must have noticed his unmoving presence and asked him.

"Why are you surprise?"

"We-well, I've never expected your slave to have some-" Blue fumbled with the words before coming up with one. "-free will?"

Ink looked up from his food and smiled at him. "Free will? Everybody has that..."

Blue watched him as he played around the food.

"It's just this kingdom making slaves think they don't deserve it." Ink sadly said as he recalled the slaves he saw yesterday, not even screaming without anyone's consent.

Blue could clearly see the disgust on the other's face as how those funny eye lights turned to another colors and shapes. He was sure this was the same slave as both have that same ink splotch by their cheeks.