Chapter 8B The Virtual World and Havone’s Light Festival

Hurriedly, they ascended the hills toward Havone Castle, passing through various gates. Each time, Leon presented a letter to the guards, who promptly granted them passage. Soon, they reached the castle courtyard, where Steve awaited them at the entrance.

“There’s Steve! Come on!” Leon exclaimed, dashing towards their companion. “You guys took a while. Let’s go,” Steve said, gesturing for them to follow as he presented the letter to the guard, allowing them entry into the main castle.

“Hey, slow down. Why are we walking so quickly?” Duen asked, trying his best to keep pace as they walked through a long hallway.

“We can’t be late. How do I look, Duen?” Leon inquired, having dressed up to impress the King and the Royal Advisor.

“Impressions count. You’re learning fast, my friend,” Steve remarked with a smile, acknowledging Leon’s effort.

“I guess you look good, Leon,” Duen said kindly, though Leon’s outfit felt peculiar to him. He reminded himself that he was in another world and understood how important this meeting was to Leon, who desperately wanted to leave a deep impression.

“My first time here, this place is huge,” Duen remarked as they walked through the grand halls with towering ceilings leading to the throne room. Elaborate chandeliers adorned the ceilings, and majestic statues adorned the corridors. The flag and royal colors of Havone decorated the area, while a red carpet guided their path, with Havone Guards stationed at every entrance.

“It couldn’t be your first time, Duen. You went for that hunt. You’ve been one of the 500 mercenaries to have received the royal order here,” Leon pointed out, looking at Duen, who remained silent.

Soon, the trio reached an elaborate gold door that stretched all the way to the ceiling. “Halt! By orders of the Royal Advisor, no one is to enter the throne room,” the guard declared firmly as the trio arrived outside.

“We’re here to receive orders for our next mission,” Leon stated nervously. “That would be Leon Kingsman, Duen Tytus, and Steve Fouveax,” the guard confirmed, checking a list he held in his hand.

“Yes, that’s us,” Leon replied eagerly, his excitement palpable.

“The Royal Advisor will address you in the royal court after the knighting ceremony of the New Temporal Knight,” the guard informed them, his tone unwavering.

“Wow! A new Knight is being knighted into the Temporal Order today!” exclaimed Leon, his enthusiasm evident.

“That would be, how many now?” inquired Steve.

“The 9th Temporal Knight!” Leon answered confidently.

“You’re keeping track?” Duen asked, slightly surprised.

“I know every one of them. I’ll be the next to be knighted, Duen,” Leon declared, his determination shining through.

The sounds of boots marching echoed down the hallway, signaling the approach of an entourage of Havone guards. Leading them was a lady adorned in gold armor, its intricate designs accentuating her curves and ample bosom. Her flowing blonde hair trailed behind her as she strode through the halls, a white cape billowing in her wake. In her hand, she wielded a gold staff adorned with an iridescent spirit stone, emanating not just authority, but also beauty and sensuality.

A retinue of Havone guards trailed behind her, one of them bearing a gold tray with a neatly folded white cape.

“Beatrice is here too?” murmured Duen, feeling puzzled as he recognised her immediately. “Yes, that’s the Royal Advisor, Beatrice Odessa,” exclaimed Leon. “She leads Havone’s Temporal Knights and is revered like a goddess,” mumbled Steve, mesmerized by Beatrice as she approached the trio. “Good day, Lady Beatrice,” said Leon, bowing. The guards stationed at the door to the throne room kneeled, “Lady Beatrice!” they greeted. Steve bowed, and Duen followed suit. “Please, be at ease,” said Beatrice with an air of confidence and elegance.

“Ah, Steve Fouveax, I must commend your team for a job well done,” Beatrice began, her voice resonating with approval. “Acquiring the Stone of Wings, crafting, and delivering the weapon in impeccable order—commendable! The Holy Kingdom truly relies on talent like yours.”

“We willingly serve the Holy Kingdom, Lady Beatrice,” Leon replied with unwavering dedication.

Glancing at the symbolic white cape folded on the tray, Leon confessed, “It’s my aspiration to join the ranks of the Temporal Knights one day.”

“Ah, aspiring to become a Temporal Knight,” Beatrice remarked, her smile encouraging. “The Kingdom is ever in search of the finest talents to advance the holy cause. If you continue proving yourself, I’m certain the opportunity will unfold before you.”

“Lady Beatrice, please inform us of the Kingdom’s further missions, and we shall endeavor to fulfill them,” Steve expressed respectfully.

“In fact, I will be assigning a mission shortly. Havone is seeking mercenaries to lead this expedition, as the Temporal Knights will all be engaged in separate endeavors,” Beatrice revealed.

“We’ll take it!” Leon interjected eagerly, his eyes darting to Duen as he nodded with fervor.

“Please attend the briefing following the knighting ceremony,” Beatrice urged with a charismatic smile. “If you’ll excuse me.” With a graceful bow of her head, Beatrice departed, and everyone reciprocated the gesture respectfully as she made her way toward the throne room.

“Come on, Aelia, we need to be the first,” urged a young lady knight, skipping eagerly into the halls. “That’s Lady Beatrice!” she exclaimed excitedly as she pranced over. Her long, beautiful black hair cascaded down her back, complementing her striking green eyes. Clad in armor and black stockings that accentuated her slender legs, she stood petite at 5 feet 5 inches, a flowing white cape trailing behind her with every skip.

“Ah, Larissa and Aelia,” greeted Beatrice, her smile warm as she turned to acknowledge them.

Behind her walked another female knight in a white cape, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Larissa save for her short, boyish blonde hair and captivating yellow pupils. A long white and gold katana was sheathed and harnessed behind her, adding to her formidable presence.

“That young girl, a Temporal Knight? She looks like she’s 15!” Duen whispered in shock.

“That’s the Transcendent Twins, Aelia and Larissa Grasso. They hold the record for the youngest ever to be Knighted to the Temporal Order,” Leon explained.

Larissa skipped forward, twirling playfully as she greeted the Royal Advisor.

“Did you see the report, Beatrice? Aelia and I stopped the invaders at the outpost, even though we were outnumbered 3 to 1! Mostly thanks to me!” Larissa boasted proudly. “Isn’t it? Tell her, Aelia, tell Beatrice how amazing I was,” she urged.

“Lady Beatrice,” Aelia greeted with a respectful bow. “Yes, my sister was exceptional, as always,” Aelia responded with a cool, calm demeanor. She was quiet and measured, a direct opposite to her sister’s exuberance.

“I did see the report! And I must say, I’m so proud of both of you,” Beatrice praised warmly. “As expected of the prodigies, the transcendent twins are the youngest Knights ever to be knighted into the Temporal Order,” she acknowledged.

Larissa beamed, relishing the praise from Beatrice as they strolled into the throne room. “Who’s the new guy that will be knighted, Beatrice?” she inquired eagerly.

“You’ll see him shortly. Let us move along,” Beatrice replied with a smile, leading the way through the door into the throne room. The guards bowed respectfully as the Temporal Knights entered.

Duen recognized the next two Temporal Knights who strode in. Silverwolf and the Holy Knight moved gracefully across the red carpet toward the throne room, their majestic white capes billowing behind them with each step. Silverwolf, hands behind his back, nodded in acknowledgment to the trio before proceeding into the throne room. The Holy Knight paused, offering a respectful bow to the group before joining Silverwolf. His massive great sword and shield, sheathed and harnessed behind him, were impossible to miss.

“The Holy Knight Rafaela Galwin and the Silverwolf William Beowulf,” Leon informed Duen.

“Those two, I remember them… their battle prowess was on a whole different level,” Duen whispered, his mind flashing back to the encounter with them and the hunters that fateful night.

Next entered a female knight cloaked in black and crimson armor. Her hooded white cape trailed behind her with a commanding presence as she strode forward. With black curly hair tinged with crimson, she stood tall at 6 feet, boasting broad shoulders, defined muscles, and a robust physique. A long black chain rested on her shoulders, adding to her intimidating aura as she paid no heed to the group while advancing toward the throne room. “That lady is the Crimson Knight, Mathilda Ocious,” Leon informed.

“The Crimson Knight. And who’s that huge man behind her?” Duen pointed out.

A towering, stout knight, standing at about 6 feet 7 inches, clad in heavy armor, trailed behind the Crimson Knight. His armor resonated with each step, marking him as the largest among the Temporal Knights. A colossal cleaver, the size of his body, was harnessed behind his back, partly concealed by his signature white cape. With a round tummy and a constant smile, he seemed to be enjoying a snack in his hand as he confidently strode towards the throne room.

“That would be the Bovine Knight, Rufus Greedance,” Leon explained. “That man is huge,” remarked Duen, awestruck. “Look at the size of that cleaver… if he swings that at you,” Steve commented with a shudder. “Thank Lord Father these Knights are protecting us and not our enemies,” he added solemnly.

“Can you stop eating? It’s annoying,” snapped Mathilda, turning around to address the huge, fat knight.

“Uhmm, this drumstick is delectable. Would you like a small bite?” Rufus replied, chomping on the drumstick with gusto.

“No,” replied Mathilda coldly. “You’re not going to eat in front of our Holy King, are you?” she questioned.

“Do you think Beatrice will be okay with that?” asked Rufus innocently.

“No,” replied Mathilda firmly. “It will be an insult to Lord Father and the Holy King.”

“Oh, but I shouldn’t waste this, Mathilda. The Royal Kitchen has the best chefs in the world. Uhmm!” Rufus exclaimed as he took a big bite, seemingly relishing every morsel of the snack.

Ignoring Rufus, Mathilda strode purposefully into the throne room. Meanwhile, Rufus greedily devoured the last bite of his snack, his face breaking into a big, satisfied smile. His eyes were barely visible as he grinned. After wiping his mouth with a white handkerchief, he casually handed the bone of the drumstick to the surprised guard who was kneeling at the entrance of the throne room, before walking in.

The echoing sound of marching boots heralded the arrival of an entourage of Havone Knights, bedecked in the kingdom’s royal colors. They escorted a man forward, his blonde hair and beard catching the light as he strode ahead. Adorned in resplendent armor with hues of red, silver, and white, he wore a golden crown atop his head and a flowing royal red cape billowed behind him.

“Isn’t that Senator Klaus?” murmured Duen.

“That’s the Holy King, guys. Kneel!” exclaimed Steve, dropping to his knees. Everyone in the hallway knelt with their heads bowed low, except Duen, who couldn’t resist stealing a glance as the King strode through the hall and into the throne room. He was certain the King was the same man he had seen so often at Sphere Inc.’s events. As the Temporal Knights and all present knelt, the King and his entourage entered. Taking his place on the throne, the King addressed the assembly.

“Children of Lord Father, be at ease,” King Klaus Graham proclaimed, addressing his subjects.

“Your Majesty, Everyone is present except for the Butterfly Jester, who’s on a mission. We may begin the Knighting process,” announced Beatrice, her voice resonating from within the throne room.

“Very well,” responded the King.

“Bjorn, please,” instructed Beatrice to a man adorned in a black mask and black armor, embellished with intricate gold designs. His attire shimmered with shiny jewels and diamonds as he stepped forward and knelt before the King, his head bowed low. “Long live the Holy King!” he proclaimed with reverence as he knelt.

“Bjorn, the Diamond Knight, Welcome to Havone,” declared the King. “You have been guided by Lord Father and have chosen the path of light. To serve the Holy Kingdom is to serve Lord Father,” he affirmed with solemnity.

“My Holy King, I have chosen to serve Lord Father, and from hereon, dedicate my life to the holy cause,” said the masked knight as he remained kneeling in front of the King.

“Excellent, his eminence shall now initiate the sacred knighting process,” announced Beatrice. “Diamond Knight Bjorn, you have been chosen by Lord Father to advance the Holy cause and become a Temporal Knight,” declared Beatrice, emphasizing the significance of the honor. “The highest echelon of knighthood in Havone,” she added with reverence. “Your eminence, please,” Beatrice concluded with a respectful bow.

King Klaus Graham smiled gently and rose from the throne. Accompanied by two royal knights, one bearing a neatly folded white cape on a golden tray and the other carrying a gold sword, he advanced towards the masked knight.

“Bjorn, child of Lord Father, I will now knight you into the Temporal Order,” declared the King. King Klaus Graham unsheathed the golden sword from the hand of the royal knight and held it aloft before his chest. “With this sword, I seek Lord Father’s blessing to Knight the chosen one into the Temporal Order,” he intoned, carefully placing the blade of the gold sword upon the head of the masked knight. Returning the gold sword to the royal knight, King Klaus Graham then retrieved the signature white cape from the golden tray presented by the second royal knight. With deliberate movements, the King gracefully fastened the white cape around the neck of the masked knight.

“You shall now be known as Dragonblood of Havone,” proclaimed King Klaus Graham, his smile radiant.

“I now announce the 9th Knight of the Temporal Order, Dragonblood!” echoed Beatrice, her voice resonating with pride. Trumpets blared, and cheers, along with loud applause, erupted from the throne room. Leon beamed, his excitement palpable as he looked eagerly at Duen.

As the procession ended, the Temporal Knights in their resplendent white capes emerged from the throne room. Leon gazed in admiration as the majestic figures passed by, their capes flowing behind them in a graceful cascade.

“Steve Fouveax and group, the King will see you now,” announced the royal guard stationed at the entrance of the throne room.

“Damn, I’m nervous,” whispered Leon as they walked in slowly. The trio entered the spacious throne room, its high ceiling adorned with elaborate gold and crystal chandeliers. King Klaus Graham sat regally on a golden throne embellished with royal colors.

“Good day, Your Majesty. Leon Kingsmen at your service,” Leon greeted with a beam, promptly kneeling. Duen and Steve followed suit.

“At ease, sons of Havone,” the King replied reassuringly.

“Steve Fouveax and group. The Holy Kingdom commends you on a job well done in securing and delivering the Stone of Wings,” stated Beatrice. “Indeed, we are pleased to discover talent like yourselves. Havone is in need of capable men like you,” added the King, his tone resonating with appreciation.

Before Steve could respond, an eager Leon spoke up. “It is our sacred duty to serve the Holy Kingdom,” Leon declared with fervor. “Your Majesty, becoming a Temporal Knight has been my lifelong aspiration, a dream since childhood. I long to serve my people and uphold our noble cause,” he continued earnestly.

The King smiled warmly. “Your dedication is admirable, Leon. Continue your unwavering commitment, and in due time, your aspirations may indeed be realized,” he assured. Leon nodded resolutely. “Your Majesty, rest assured, we stand ready to embark on any mission the Kingdom entrusts to us,” he affirmed.

Duen and Steve exchanged uncertain glances, puzzled by Leon’s sudden and fervent commitment.

“We do indeed have a new mission that requires your immediate attention,” Beatrice announced. “Given the dispersion of the Temporal Knights on various assignments, I am in need of capable individuals to lead a crucial reconnaissance mission.”

“A reconnaissance mission?” Duen inquired.

“Yes, and it holds significant priority,” Beatrice confirmed, her tone weighted with importance. “The reward for this endeavor is substantial—50,000 silvers.”

“50,000 silvers!” Steve exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Tell us more, Lady Beatrice. What exactly do we need to do?”

“By order of the Holy Kingdom, you will be leading a reconnaissance team to Mount Ashnar to deliver a message,” Beatrice stated firmly. “Havone extends an offer of protection to the Ashnar tribe. All lands, people, and resources of the Ashnar tribe will come under the sovereignty and safeguarding of Havone.”

“You will command a small army of 500 men, primarily for display of military presence. Engagement is not necessary,” she clarified.

“You will report back to me with their sentiments and strategic details, including troop numbers, weaponry, and Ancient weapons,” Beatrice instructed.

“Ancients?” Leon sought clarification.

“Yes, it’s rumored they possess a formidable weapon that could threaten our Kingdom,” Beatrice explained. “We need more intelligence to determine if Havone needs to take preemptive action.”

“The Dragoons of Ashnar are a proud people, independent for 50 years. I don’t anticipate an easy agreement, but for the safety of our citizens,” added the King.

“Consider it done, Your Majesty,” Leon interjected, displaying determination and a desire to excel. King Klaus smiled approvingly.

“Do not engage in combat; wait for their response and report back,” instructed Beatrice. “Once that’s accomplished, a main force led by a Temporal Knight will take over from you.”

“Yes, Lady Beatrice,” affirmed Steve with a smile. “Sounds straightforward,” remarked Leon.

“Leon Kingsman, consider this a precursor mission to your Knighthood, son,” said King Klaus Graham with a smile. Leon stared at the King in surprise, unsure of what he meant. “Beatrice,” said the King.

“Yes, your holiness,” replied Beatrice.

“See to it that Leon Kingsman is in the selection pool for the Temporal Knights once this mission is completed,” instructed the King. “Certainly, your majesty,” said Beatrice with a bow.

“Your majesty! Thank you!” exclaimed Leon excitedly as he looked at Duen and Steve, who smiled at him. “Steve Fouveax, Leon Kingsman, and Duen Tytus, preparations are underway, and you will march in 4 days’ time,” announced Beatrice. The trio smiled at each other and nodded excitedly.

Upon returning from the castle, Duen found himself preoccupied that evening. He rummaged through his closet, preparing for the Havone Light Festival. Tonight, he would meet Lia, and it felt like a date. “That’s all I have around here. This is the fifth outfit I’ve tried,” he mumbled, staring at the set of clothes laid out on his bed. “I guess I’ll settle for this,” he thought, resignedly.

The stairs creaked under Duen’s weight as he descended, catching Gus’s attention. Gus, sipping tea and holding a book, glanced up. “Old man, how do I look? Does this jacket suit me?” Duen inquired.

“Meeting Lia, huh? I’ve never seen you fret over outfits before,” Gus remarked, smiling as he removed his reading glasses.

“Seriously, does it look okay?” Duen pressed.“It’s fine, son. Go and enjoy your evening,” Gus reassured with a smile.

“Okay!” Duen pouted his lips and blew kisses at Gus. “Mmm!”

“Get out of here!” Gus warned with a stern look, though his eyes twinkled with affection as Duen chuckled and left the room.

“The Ancient Phoenix, how is it that you returned from your slumber when Lia appeared?” Gus pondered, sinking back into his chair, his mind consumed by the subject.

As Duen made his way to the town square, the evening had come alive with bustling activity. Lanterns adorned the streets, casting a warm glow over Havone, transforming it into a magical place. The plaza buzzed with excitement as people gathered, and children filled the air with their laughter as they played games, echoing joy through the streets.

“The legends of the light festival have their origins,” Abel proclaimed in his dramatic storytelling voice to a captivated crowd, as Duen walked by. “Not today,” Duen murmured with a smile as he strolled toward the night bazaar, eager to immerse himself in the festivities.

As Duen entered the night bazaar, he was greeted by a whirlwind of activity. Travelers from near and far had flocked to Havone to partake in its renowned light festival. Stalls adorned with colorful banners beckoned visitors with promises of sweet treats and savory delights. The tantalizing aroma of barbecued meat wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly baked desserts.

Duen found himself captivated by the vibrant sights and sounds around him. Havone had undergone a stunning transformation for the festival, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the lively atmosphere.

As he strolled along, children dashed between carnival games, their laughter echoing through the air as they competed for prizes. Handcrafted wooden toys and plush bears tempted passersby with their charm.

“How much for a mug of ale?” Duen inquired eagerly, his face lighting up as he approached an ale stall. Stacks of large barrels of ale loomed behind, and a burly man greeted him with a warm smile. “Lord Father’s Nectar! 1 silver a mug!” the burly man declared.

“Sure, one mug please!” Duen replied, handing over a silver coin in exchange for his ale. With a satisfied exhale, he leaned back, savoring the taste of the ale and soaking in the lively atmosphere. “This is nice, much more charming than the party district in Jinku,” he mused, a contented smile gracing his lips.

In the Nightingale residence, Lia descended the staircase from her room, adorned in a stunning blue dress. “Wait, honey, use this hair brooch instead,” Mrs. Anderson insisted, offering a delicate hair accessory. “It was a gift from my mother,” she explained, her voice slightly anxious.

Lia’s brown locks were elegantly pinned up, accentuating her graceful appearance. “Mum, why all the fuss over my hair tonight? It’s not the first time I’m meeting nobles for assignments,” Lia remarked, a hint of confusion in her voice.

“Papa, I’m ready. We need to leave now. Mum’s been fussing over my outfit,” Lia added, turning to her father. Mr. Anderson beamed proudly at his daughter. “You look wonderful, Lia,” he exclaimed, his eyes reflecting paternal pride.

“Now hurry along. The royal carriage is already outside,” urged Mr. Anderson. “Wait… what Royal Carriage? Aren’t we meeting a buyer together?” Lia asked, her surprise evident.

“No, you will be meeting the Crown Prince for supper at the Royal Balcony and viewing the lights afterward,” Mr. Anderson revealed, his face beaming with pride. “I’m sure it’s going to be special watching it from up there!” he added, addressing Lia’s puzzled expression, while her mother observed with a smile.

“Not many people get the privilege of viewing the lights from the Royal Balcony,” Mrs. Anderson remarked.

Lia glanced at her mother before fixing her gaze on Mr. Anderson, visibly upset. “The Crown Prince? Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?” she questioned, her voice tinged with disappointment. “Did you even consider how I’d feel about it?” Lia asked, her emotions starting to surface.

“And you knew about this! That’s why,” Lia accused her mother, her voice rising as frustration boiled within her. “Do you even respect me?” she demanded, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled to contain her emotions.

“Honey…” Mrs. Anderson began softly.

“Enough! I will have none of that!” Mr. Anderson intervened sternly. “Do you realize how much thought and planning your mother and I have put into this? We have your best interests at heart,” he asserted firmly. “You’re young, you don’t understand how things work. Most things don’t happen by chance, and in due time, you’ll come to understand that everything we’ve done has been for your benefit,” he explained firmly.

“More like for your benefit,” Lia whispered in disappointment as she turned away and stormed toward the royal carriage awaiting her outside. Her parents watched in silence as Lia boarded the carriage, tears of hurt streaming down her face.

“Mi Lady Lia, welcome. We will be heading to the Royal Balcony in the Castle,” greeted the carriage captain as Lia settled in. With a nod, Lia acknowledged the captain’s words, and the carriage began its journey toward the castle.

As the carriage rolled through the town square, Lia caught sight of a familiar figure amid the bustling night bazaar. “That’s Duen,” she murmured, her heart racing with sudden determination.

“Stop!” Lia commanded the carriage captain, her urgency palpable. “What is it, Lady Lia? We can’t make any stops,” protested the carriage captain, but Lia was already flinging the carriage door open, propelled by an irresistible force.

“Mi lady, wait!” the carriage captain shouted in alarm as he halted the carriage. With unwavering resolve, Lia darted out of the carriage, her feet pounding against the cobblestones as she sprinted toward the night bazaar. The carriage captain, his concern evident, quickly followed in pursuit of Lia.

Duen was standing at a games booth with a mug of ale in one hand and a dart in the other. Excited children encircled him, their voices rising in unison as they chanted, “Red! Red! Red!”

With a determined focus, Duen aimed the dart and let it fly, landing squarely on the red zone. “Red!” echoed the jubilant children, their cheers reverberating through the air as they celebrated Duen’s victory. Meanwhile, a less-than-pleased male store owner observed the scene with a sour expression.

“It’s your turn. What do you want? The bunny, right?” Duen exclaimed, gesturing toward the bunny soft toy for a little girl standing beside him.

“Duen!” Lia’s voice rang out, her smile radiant with excitement, adrenaline coursing through her veins. “Mi Lady, stop!” shouted the carriage captain in a frantic plea.

Perplexed, Duen muttered to himself, watching Lia’s approach with puzzled curiosity. As Lia reached him, she seized his hand firmly. “Quick! Follow me!” she urged, her grip propelling Duen forward, causing some of the ale in his mug to spill onto the ground. Without hesitation, Duen set the mug aside and dashed alongside Lia, their hands tightly intertwined as they navigated through the bustling night bazaar.

Venturing deeper into the crowded night bazaar, teeming with shoppers, Lia skillfully maneuvered through the throngs, guiding Duen along as he observed their surroundings with curiosity.

“What happened, Lia? Why were you running?” Duen inquired as the urgency seemed to dissipate, allowing them to slow their pace.

“I decided to make my own choice,” Lia replied, turning to face him with a smile. Duen couldn’t help but notice Lia’s stunning appearance that evening—her hair meticulously pinned, her face adorned with a subtle touch of makeup, her lips and eyelids delicately colored. The elegant blue dress she wore accentuated her curves, exuding both grace and allure.

“Wow…” Duen murmured, captivated by Lia’s beauty as she held onto his hand.

“Sorry!” Lia exclaimed suddenly, releasing his hand, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“I can see you’ve been having a great time,” Lia remarked, a smile gracing her lips as she made her way toward an ale stall.

“Yeah, this is awesome,” Duen agreed enthusiastically, thoroughly enjoying his first light festival experience.

“Two please,” Lia requested, exchanging two silver coins for mugs of ale. Passing one to Duen, she offered a toast. With a smile, they clinked their cups together.

Lia swiftly downed her ale in one go. She was determined to numb her emotions. Duen watched in surprise as she drained her mug. “Quick! Finish up!” Lia urged Duen on, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

Duen smiled and bravely gulped down the ale, almost gagging in the process. Lia chuckled at his reaction, her laughter echoing through the bustling night bazaar.

Duen’s smile widened as he watched Lia’s laughter fill the air. Continuing their stroll through the bustling night bazaar, the rhythmic beats of drums and trumpet instruments permeated the atmosphere.

Arriving at an open space, they witnessed groups of both young and old dancing joyously to the lively music. An elderly man, brimming with enthusiasm, approached Lia and extended his hand in invitation for a dance. Lia’s shy giggle escaped through her covered mouth before she accepted the old man’s hand.

Fueled by the ale and liberated by the music, Lia abandoned her inhibitions, laughing freely as she twirled and swayed around the town square. Observing Lia’s dance of freedom, Duen couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy blossom within him.

Suddenly, Lia danced over to Duen, seizing his hand and pulling him into the whirl of movement. Initially taken aback, Duen soon found himself swept up in the moment, emboldened by the ale and the infectious energy surrounding them. Together, they surrendered to the rhythm, sharing laughter and reveling in each other’s company amidst the lively festivities.

As the evening unfolded, Duen and Lia found themselves strolling along Havone’s serene lake. The waters shimmered in the gentle glow of candlelit boats released by children along the shore, casting an enchanting ambiance.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” Duen remarked, his gaze fixed on the mesmerizing scene before them.

“We used to do this, if you can recall, with Leon and Steve when we were kids,” Lia reminisced, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips.

“Tell me more,” Duen encouraged, his interest piqued by Lia’s recollection.

“You guys would launch most of the boats, and you’d keep one or two for me, knowing I’d be upset if there weren’t any left,” Lia recounted, her smile widening with fond memories. “I always had just 10 minutes with you guys, but still, you’d save some for me until I arrived,” she added, her gaze filled with gratitude as she looked at Duen.

“It must be terrible not to be able to remember any of this, Duen,” Lia remarked sadly, her heart heavy with empathy. “And here I am, pitying myself,” she reflected silently.

“Boat ride! Last call before the lights!” shouted a boatman at the wharf. A few boats glided across the lake in the evening glow. “Lia, let’s take a boat ride!” Duen exclaimed, enthusiasm evident as he approached the boatman. “How much for the private boat?” he inquired. “Thirty silvers for the couple’s boat tonight,” the boatman replied eagerly. “Thirty! That’s really expensive,” Duen exclaimed, taken aback by the steep price. “Here! Thank you!” Lia interjected, her smile radiant as she handed the silvers to the boatman. “Lia…” Duen murmured, touched by her gesture.

“Come on! We still have time if we want to catch the lights on the lake,” Lia urged, her voice tinged with excitement as she stepped onto the boat. Duen nodded eagerly, seizing the oars from the boatman.

With a deft hand, the boatman untethered the ropes, and they glided gracefully out onto the lake. Small wooden boats adorned with flickering candles and lanterns floated serenely beside them, casting a mesmerizing glow upon the water.

Under the clear night sky, stars scattered like diamonds, Duen rowed the boat with gentle strokes. As he glanced upward, he pondered if those same stars adorned the heavens of his own world.

Meanwhile, Lia’s gaze drifted into the distance, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the lantern aboard the boat. A gentle breeze tousled her hair as she dipped her fingers into the cool waters of the lake, her smile radiant as she glanced at Duen.

Mesmerized by Lia’s beauty, Duen found himself unable to look away. “What?” Lia’s smile widened as Duen’s gaze lingered on her.

“You’re beautiful,” Duen blurted out, his sincerity evident in his words. Lia’s cheeks flushed with color. “So that’s how you get the girls every year,” she teased. “This time it’s really good. Master Edessa is right about smooth talkers. Dangerous,” Lia whispered, a bashful smile playing on her lips as she looked away.

Suddenly, the spirit of the baby phoenix materialized, perching on Duen’s shoulder with a graceful bob of its head. Its long, fiery tail shimmering in the gentle night. “Esh,” Duen greeted with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting the marvel of the moment.

“Oh, you’re here,” Lia exclaimed with delight as the baby phoenix fluttered over to her, its presence imbuing the air with a sense of enchantment. With a gentle nudge, the baby phoenix caressed Lia’s cheeks, its warmth spreading a contagious joy. Lia giggled, touched by the tender affection of the majestic creature.

“Esh is his name,” Lia whispered, her voice filled with awe. “He’s magnificent,” she added.

“He is,” Duen agreed softly. Sensing the weight of Lia’s emotions, Duen gently broached the topic. “So why did you run from the Havone Captain?” he inquired, his voice filled with genuine concern.

“Papa lied, he set up a date without me knowing, thinking that he knows best,” Lia confided, her words tinged with frustration. Duen nodded empathetically as he listened.

“I know he has my best interest at heart. But I feel like I’m old enough to make my own decisions,” Lia continued. “I’m always trapped between wanting to do something for them and listening to my own voice. It’s in conflict today,” she admitted, her vulnerability palpable in the dim light of the boat.

“How about you, Duen? What would you like your life to be like?” Lia asked, deciding to shift the conversation.

“Me? I’ve never really thought about it. Until recently,” Duen admitted. “I want to become rich, I want to become successful,” he declared with determination, his eyes reflecting his ambition. “So that I am worthy, and gain the approval of that man,” he thought silently, his gaze shifting towards Lia, who smiled gently.

“And you, Lia? What do you want your life to be like?” Duen inquired, his eyes fixed on Lia’s with genuine curiosity.

Lia paused, her thoughts drifting into introspection. “I don’t know. I have been working hard to become the best blacksmith in the world and grow the Nightingale Weaponsmith,” she reflected. “Everything I’ve done was for the approval of my parents. I’ve never really thought about what I want,” Lia admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“But now, you kind of inspire me,” Lia confessed, her gaze filled with admiration as she looked at Duen. Duen’s smile widened, his heart warming at her words, and he leaned closer, his eyes locking with Lia’s.

In that fleeting moment, as Lia tilted her face, lost in the quiet intensity between them, Duen’s gaze lingered on her lips. As he moved closer, Lia closed her eyes. The gentle breaths exchanged between them seemed to bridge the space as their lips drew near, the warm embrace of the moment enveloping them. Above them, the phoenix circled, its golden light swirling around them, casting an ethereal glow on their shared moment.

Boom! A sudden burst of light pierced the tranquil evening just as Duen and Lia leaned in, halting the impending kiss. It streaked across the lake from the distant shore. “Look, Duen! The lights are here, it’s time!” Lia exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement as she pointed into the night sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Rows of golden lights erupted from the castle’s peak and soared across Havone’s tranquil lake like celestial messengers illuminating the darkness. Following suit, villagers ignited their spirit stone flares, unleashing a cascade of multi-colored lights – reds, greens, blues, yellows, and golds – painting the night sky in a kaleidoscope of hues. The shoreline echoed with gasps of awe and wonder as crowds gathered to witness the spectacle.

“Breathtaking,” Duen thought, torn between the mesmerizing lights and Lia’s infectious laughter. Each burst of color reflected on her face, radiating joy and happiness amidst the enchanting display.

As the lights dimmed and the crowd dispersed, Duen and Lia rowed back to shore. The night enveloped them in its quiet embrace as they made their way through the deserted streets towards Lia’s residence.

A gentle breeze danced around them, adding to the subtle tension that hung in the air. Duen’s heart raced with the urge to reach for Lia’s hand, but before he could make a move, Lia broke the silence.

“Thanks for the evening. I really enjoyed myself,” Lia said, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush. “Me too,” Duen replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I haven’t had so much fun in a long time.”

“I’ll be leaving soon for a reconnaissance mission with Leon,” Duen said.

“Oh, a mission from Havone?” Lia asked. “Yes, off to the Ashnar mountains. It’s fairly straightforward—we’re essentially messengers, gathering intel for Havone’s main battalion,” Duen explained.

“I’ll be back soon,” he reassured Lia, looking into her eyes. She blushed and nodded in understanding.

“Remember what I said about The Stone of Eternity—use its power only when absolutely necessary,” Lia reminded him. “It’s for your safety that it remains a secret.”

“It’s our secret,” Duen corrected with a smile, as Lia stopped outside her gate.

“This is my residence,” Lia murmured, turning to glance shyly at Duen. “Be safe, Duen,” she whispered softly as their eyes met. Duen nodded, his heart pounding as he leaned closer, drawn to her lips. “Lia!” A voice interrupted from inside the house. Mr. Anderson, clad in a night robe, emerged, fixing his gaze on Duen. Mrs. Anderson stood by the door, awaiting Lia’s presence.

“Good evening, Mr. Anderson,” Duen greeted with a respectful bow. Mr. Anderson remained silent, his attention fixed on Lia. “You’re finally home. The carriage captain reported you missing, and we were worried sick!” Mr. Anderson exclaimed. “I’m fine, Papa. Just tired. Let’s talk tomorrow,” Lia replied, offering Duen a gentle smile before heading inside. Her mother greeted her at the door. Mr. Anderson waited until Lia had entered before acknowledging Duen.

“Your name’s Duen, correct?” Mr. Anderson inquired. “Yes, sir,” Duen responded. “The lad from the mines,” Mr. Anderson remarked. “I’d prefer if you refrain from pursuing my daughter. Our social circles differ,” he continued. “She’s young and doesn’t grasp many things. We only want what’s best for her,” Mr. Anderson added, closing the gate. Duen drew in a deep breath, smiling to himself.