Ⅵ
When the Marquis of Einhaas's carriage brought Arthur back, another stir swept through the Eastern.
The family crest of the Twin Swords was simply too conspicuous.
Especially here, on this land.
Because-
It represented the will of this land's ruler.
And the hundred-odd armored cavalrymen behind it made everyone nearby understand that the ruler of this land could still enforce his will.
It was not merely the grand welcome ceremony arranged for the Eastern after daybreak.
Even Arthur's return received the same treatment.
In fact, had so much not happened tonight, the Marquis of Einhaas would certainly have wanted Arthur to stay and practice by candlelight.
The Marquis harbored an unparalleled passion for Arthur's swordsmanship.
Even though he could not witness that swordsmanship immediately, the Marquis invited Arthur to spar once everything had been settled.
Arthur could only respond with helpless resignation.
"A Medium's sword brings calamity the moment it leaves its sheath.
And I don't wish to let calamity spread through the Einhaas Fief.
But if I face you without using my true strength...
I would have no chance of winning, and it would also be the greatest insult I could offer you."
Upon hearing Arthur's words, the Marquis immediately raised the standard of his escort another notch.
The Marquis considered Arthur a good man.
A good man who held fast to his principles.
Just like himself.
This world had no word for a "kindred spirit."
But the Marquis believed Arthur could become his closest friend.
Because-
Arthur understood him.
"Lord Credos, may you have pleasant dreams."
The knight who had escorted Arthur back spoke.
Beside the knight, the cavalrymen loaded plentiful food and drink onto small boats and delivered it all to the Eastern.
"Of course. Please take care as well.
I can sense ill-intentioned people lurking