Jennifer Davis
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"Arm's up!" Sylvester roared and clenched the spear in his hand. He continued to look around himself and noticed the many wizards and knights on the various incoming boats, large and small. These boats were completely different from what others looked like. An abundance of green paint was on them. That was the infamous mark of the Gracia family--previously called Green Tribe, a fact known by a few. "Felix! When I give a sign, start steering the boat ahead. I will break the blockade!" He instructed as he…-
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Within mere seconds, Sylvester had killed three Knights and now rested in his arms the mudded and bloodied body of Sir Dolorem. The man's eyes appeared devoid of life--devoid of strength to survive. "Chonky! Give me the crystals!... And what the hell happened to him?" He wondered while using the best of his healing magic to try to heal the large sword slashes and stabbing wounds on Sir Dolorem's torso. Each wound went deeper than the other. Each one struck where life would quickly wither. He looked at…
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"It says... Z... Zeke?" Dungface, now Zeke, announced his name to all. Sylvester cheered instantly. "Yes! What a fine name! Zeke is amazing and fitting for you, my friend. It means 'God Strengthens'. You truly are strengthened by God." "Ugh! My name was much better... it was Neo, which rhymes with new." Felix spoke, but he also accepted the name Sylvester had suggested. "But who said the meaning of Zeke was God Strengthens?" "I did." Sylvester blurted. "..." "It's fine, I guess," Gabriel muttered…
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He was amazed to see a man with what he'd call east-Asian features from his previous world. The man had narrow eyes and an overall thin build, but the significant difference was that he was blonde and had blue eyes. "I am Sylvester Maximilian. Bishop Strongarm sent me to ask you a few questions about a certain western weapon." He continued to speak without sounding amazed by the man. He had never previously seen a man with such features, and he wondered where he was from. "The famed Bard? Greetings." The…
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"Poopy? No, buddy. Poopy and Dungface mean nearly the same thing. No, we need a new name for you, one that reflects your strength. One that is fit for a knight who shall protect me." Dungface got excited. "I protect Big Lord?" "Yes, but only after you get stronger. One more thing, you should stop calling me Big Lord. Instead, call me Lord Bard." Sylvester corrected him. But he didn't tell him to use his clergy rank to call him because he reckoned the man would keep calling him Archpriest even when he…
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Sylvester pressed more on the chest of the Archpriest and forced him to say it. "What is it?" "His talents, my Lord! We found out Dungface has the talent of a... Diamond Knight! Second-highest Knightley talent! This is God's gift! This town can have so much support from the Holy Land if he remains here and learns under me!" Pa! Sylvester knelt and slapped the man with the back of his hand, though not too hard. "So you can eat up all the money the Holy Land shall send for his upkeep and training? Do you…
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"Thank you, Lord Bard." Sylvester handed over a bag of money to a textile shop in the market. "Prepare yourself. You will need to work harder to make money now. Don't spend it on foolish things." He advised as many shop owners as he could. In one glance, he knew which one would heed the advice and who would soon be a beggar. The entire northern Gracia would soon suffer from high poverty; Sylvester knew it. If the Holy Land and the rest of Gracia Kingdom didn't help them, people would die from hunger or…
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"Nobody could have imagined the Masan Empire would go this far when they knew the war could spark at any moment with Beastaria." Cardinal Karl spoke with Sylvester and Cardinal John. Sylvester hummed and nodded from time to time as he didn't feel interested in talking about what had already happened as he was a part of it. He could feel the air of indifference from the two Cardinals. They had no aura of sorrow or such; all Sylvester smelled from them was surprise and peace. But he could understand why…
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Sylvester had no way of knowing what was happening hundreds of kilometres away from him. Sir Dolorem's battle was something the latter needed to overcome himself this time. But one thing was certain. When the words reach the right ears--heads will fly. "We have come together with our heads held low to pay respect to the dead. This war was meaningless, but they did their duty as soldiers. Every man, woman, and animal is born with a purpose in their life. "They give their entire life to fulfil that…
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Sylvester held the parchment in hand and read in silence before allowing others to read it, as he wanted to ensure that there was no problematic information about him in it. 'I'm sure you'll be the one reading this letter first, Sylvester Maximilian, Bard of the Lord. What a strange title to have, but at the same time, so prestigious. I wish we had met in different circumstances, but since we serve the interests of two different sides, this would have always been the natural outcome. 'Truth be spoken, I…
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