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Chapter 23 by joshman110 joshman110

Next.

You help Neir and Jace questions you.

Jace helps you drag Neir into the house.

You lay her on your bed and patch her up the best you can. Normally you would use healing magic, but Mell doesn't know any magic so you have to make do with traditional medicine. Luckily, the wound wasn't as bad as it seemed.

You leave her alone for now.
As you step into the kitchen, Jace is putting his sword back on the wall. Your own is sitting on the table.
"She'll be okay." You say to him. Adding, "I hope..." under your breath.
"That's good." He says.
He sits at the table and picks up your sword. He weighs it in his hand.
"This is a good blade." He says.
"Thank you." You say back, folding your arms and kneeling against the wall.
"Where did you get it?"
"Gren's. In the square. Gave me a good deal on it."
"Gren does good work."
"That he does."
He gives you a look of great concern.
"Why?"
You've been waiting for something like this.
"I bought it for... protection." You say. "Not just for myself."
"What?" He asks.
"I'm not going to be a victim, Father. Not ever again. And I don't intend to let anyone else become one either."
There is a bit of truth to this. Your mission up here is one of mercy, in a way. A chance to free the mortals from destroying themselves. They are so weak. All they need is a guiding hand to show them the way. And you intend that hand to be yours. And Lady Malbogia's of course. Obviously.
"If I can help, I will. And I did."
"Where did you learn how?" He asks.
"I taught myself." Not technically a lie.

He places the sword on the table.
"I'm not mad. It's just-" He sighs. "If you wanted to learn this stuff, you should have asked me. I'm not just a fisherman. I spent ten years in the Kingsguard, you know."
You did not know that. Hmn. This could be a good connection for you.
"Could you? Teach me, I mean."
He seems ****. "I don't know, Mell..."
"Father, please. If I was a Knight, I could do so much good for so many."
He gets up. He seems tired. "You want to be a Knight?"
"More than anything." You say.
He says, "I'll think about it." and walks off to bed.

It's a good start.

Next.

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