âReally, come whenever, anytime you want, or even if you donât want to come. No, come. Are you married? Thatâs good too, great. So, anytime, anytime you want to come and settle down here, thatâs good. My daughter is quite pretty, so living together, well, thatâs good. Right?â
The village chief, clearly drunk, repeated himself for what seemed like the nineteenth time, asking the person beside him, who was just as drunk, and nodding vigorously in agreement.
As he nodded, bits of food scattered from his bushy beard.
âYes, yes, itâs great.â
He looked obviously drunk.
The village chief seemed to be losing his senses due to the alcohol.
Encrid had briefly seen the chiefâs daughter. He knew she wasnât even fifteen yet. She was just a child.
While early marriages were customary in the west, they werenât in the central regions. So, what the chief was saying was just drunken nonsense.
âHahahaha!â
The chief and the man with the scraggly beard, carrying a lunchbox, walked away arm in arm.
Encrid watched them silently.
Whenever a village overcomes a crisis, a festival always follows.
When the blacksmith of the Border Guard, whether a wizard or not, tried to kill a cultist, Luagarne had shaken his head.
When questioned as to why they should spare the cultist, Luagarne replied, âHeâs already dead. Itâs stopped.â
The cultist had died of a heart attack.
The remaining monsters fled once they realized what had happened.
Although a few monsters tried to attack, Encrid didnât need to intervene.
An arrow flew and pierced the head of the remaining monster.
âWe won!â
âWe protected it!â
Shouts and cheers of joy filled the air, and amidst these cries, Encrid heard his name.
âEncrid!â
It seemed the entire village now knew and was calling his name. The voices of the people he had protected and those who had seen his actions.
Feeling not bad at all, Encrid sheathed his sword and turned away.
Through the cheers.
Through the people.
It was time to return to the village that was just beginning to wake up.
âLong live Encridâs Wall!â
A strange phrase echoed.
It was something the chief had strongly suggested, and even the head of the guards, who was also going to become a key figure in the cityâs future, agreed that the name was appropriate.
âA wall with a name.â
Well, honestly, it wasnât a bad idea. It was half-jokingly suggested, after all.
That was the night they drove away the monsters and beasts.
The chief spread out all the remaining food in the village, and everyone ate and drank together.
Encrid did the same. He ate, drank, and enjoyed himself.
âWant a drink?â
He took a sip from the drink Finn handed him, and it tasted good.
It was apple wine, with a sweetness and slight acidity that blended perfectly with the distinct flavor of the alcohol, filling his mouth with flavor.
âIsnât it good?â
The man had a scraggly beard that looked like it had been chewed by a rat.
The man, whose face and name Encrid didnât know, smiled sheepishly and asked again how it was. Encrid nodded.
âItâs good.â
âItâs my pride.â
The man with the rat-chewed beard puffed out his chest. He seemed to be a brewer.
âI had been saving this, but Iâll give it to you.â
Though his tone was rough, the sentiment behind it was not. He expressed his gratitude.
âThanks to you.â
He handed Encrid a bottle of apple wine, which he said was different from what others were drinking.
With a pop, Encrid opened the bottle and took a sip.
âHmm.â
It was different.
The flavor, the taste, the aromaâeverything was different. The scent of apples tickled his nose, and the taste grew richer the more he savored it. The sweet taste that wrapped around his tongue kept him sipping.
Encrid had never tasted a drink like this before in his life.
âThis seems like a special wine.â
âI was saving it for my daughterâs wedding.â
It was a wine with its own history.
Encrid wondered if it was okay to drink such a precious wine.
âI still have one bottle left.â
The man said, smiling brightly. Despite his rat-like beard, his smile was genuinely pure. There was a glimpse of pure joy.
âHere, you should introduce yourself too.â
The brewer quickly brought his wife over. She was beautiful.
They say skilled men attract beautiful women, and it seemed to be true in this case.
âEnjoying the drink?â
Encrid nodded and continued to savor the apple wine.
Around him, the village chief, Deutsche Pullman, and many others sat and rose beside Encrid.
A large festival-like gathering was taking place in the center of the village.
âLetâs commemorate this day every year, shall we call it Encrid Day?â
Do they plan to name everything after me?
âWhatâs in a name?â
Someone retorted, and others nodded in agreement.
They decided to celebrate the start of summer every year from today.
Would they really do it? Encrid watched passively while sipping his apple wine.
The village chief, drunk, repeated the same words.
The chiefâs wife said that in two years, their daughter would become a beauty who could captivate the city, butâŠ
âThat seems unlikely.â
She was just an ordinary child. The child was too shy to even speak to Encrid.
In her place, a cheeky little kid approached Encrid, asking to join his ranks.
âGo and capture five of Deutsche Pullmanâs vigilantes.â
Encrid told the kid.
The kid, with a determined look, replied, âI will!â
Then, he tried to tackle a drunken vigilante, only to get a tap on the head and burst into tears.
Trying to act grown-up, the kid ran away crying. He was still a child who probably wet the bed.
He was cheeky, though. In a world where life was harsh without even such dreams, Encrid secretly wished him well.
âThanks to you.â
Deutsche Pullman seemed to have a strong tolerance for alcohol. He didnât seem to get drunk easily.
His nose was a little red, but his speech wasnât slurred.
He silently took a few sips from his cup.
âThey said they didnât have anything like this for me.â
The brewer cursed and said, âIf you ever need a glaive, just call. Iâll dance on the blade and swear an oath.â
It was a mercenaryâs oath, a commitment to respond to any call, no matter what.
âDancing on the blade.â a poetic expression for a greeting.
âDancing on the blade.â
For the first time in a long while, Encrid returned the mercenary greeting.
âSee you around.â
With a simple farewell, Deutsche stood up.
Encrid took another sip of the apple wine.
Despite having a few drinks, Encridâs mind remained clear.
He didnât feel the urge to pick up a sword and swing it wildly.
He had already replayed the fight in his mind enough.
âRest is important, brother.â
Audinâs words came to mind.
Encrid agreed with that sentiment. Rest was always important.
If there was one rare day of rest in a year, today seemed like a good candidate for it.
With that in mind, Encrid continued to drink and eat.
A skilled hunter-turned-vigilante had brought a deer and roasted it whole, the preparation was excellent.
The meat was tender, and there was hardly any gamey smell.
The seasoning was just right.
âWhew, who would believe it if I told them about this when we go back?â
Finn, moderately drunk, approached and spoke.
âAbout what?â
âThe monster slayer, the dance of the madman with dual swords.â
Though only when drunk, Finn seemed to have the qualities of a bard.
Chuckling, Finn moved on to another spot.
Krais, also visibly drunk, approached and poked Encrid in the side.
Encrid had noticed him approaching and poking, but he let it happen.
âLetâs go treasure hunting.â
âSure.â
âNo, really, letâs go. Do you think Iâm going to keep it all to myself? No, really, Iâm serious. You never believe what I say.â
âOkay, letâs go.â
âThereâs a place less than half a day from here. Iâve planned everything, including how to get in. Traps? No problem.â
âSounds good.â
âDonât you think itâs time to decide?â
Kraisâs eyes were blazing with excitement. Who gave him so much to drink?
As Encrid looked at the moon and sipped his apple wine, Krais blinked his big eyes a few times and then asked,
âBut what did you say earlier?â
âAsk tomorrowâs you after youâve sobered up.â
âWhat?â
âIt means get lost.â
At first, people crowded around Encrid, but now they had moved away, mingling among themselves.
Watching this, Encrid thought it looked pleasant.
The moonlight shone down.
The temperature was comfortable, not too hot.
It wasnât yet the season for swarms of insects.
The northern part of the continent typically didnât have many bugs.
There was delicious apple wine, deer barbecue, and special foods brought out from each house.
Cheese and smoked meats were served.
It might seem like they were indulging in their supplies, but given the circumstances, it wasnât a problem.
They had eliminated the threat to the village.
The bodies of the cultists and monsters were laid out outside the village.
The equipment used in the battle was sold by the village to Krona for a fair price.
Starting tomorrow, they will have an even busier day.
They needed to clean up the bodies, repair the damaged walls, and bring stones from the quarry. They would also recruit villagers to expand the village.
Would they absorb the surrounding small villages?
That was usually the case.
Thatâs how pioneer villages grew.
Skilled people would be brought in, even if they had to be paid well.
Thatâs how this village would eventually turn into a town.
Building proper walls and something resembling an inner castleâhow long would that take?
Without a wizardâs help and relying only on the craftsmenâs guildâŠ
âIt would still take a few years.â
And considering the need to build a mansion and various other factors, it might take even longer.
However, the village chief was enthusiastic, so he would likely find a way to make it happen.
Given the land was overrun with monsters and beasts, it would be hard to receive trade goods.
âEverything will have to be quick and efficient.â
And that would work.
Encrid looked up with these idle thoughts.
In the center of the village square, there was noise all around.
Some were singing.
Others were playing the lute.
That person seemed to know how to play quite well.
Listening attentively and watching the stars in the sky, he thought they looked like someone wielding a sword.
âAre you curious about how to gain willpower?â
It was Luagarne. She sat beside him and asked Encrid, who did not turn his head.
Encrid did not answer.
Luagarne spoke again to Encrid.
âWhy donât you ask?â
Only then did Encrid slowly open his lips.
âYouâll know when the time comes.â
Was he being laid-back? That didnât seem to be the case. From what Luagarne had seen, this man wasnât one to be relaxed.
Luagarne didnât know why she felt a sense of urgency, but she suddenly felt a desire to share the information. It wasnât the first time. She had felt this way the entire time.
Unable to hold back, she had spoken, but seeing Encridâs calm response, she felt a bit annoyed.
âDo you think you can become a Knight?â
âI donât know.â
Another deflating response.
It was an uncharacteristic answer.
Encrid, still looking at the moon, continued.
âA dream, just a dream.â
Short, but a sharp knife that cuts straight to the heart.
Encridâs words had that effect. Luagarne placed a hand over his chest armor.
His left arm was still regenerating, so she was effectively one-armed.
She felt a tightness in her chest muscles.
âA Squire uses willpower in a different way. They randomly invoke willpower in one or two actions. Even that is not an easy feat, but achieving that is what could be called the realm beyond limits, the land beyond mastery.â
Why was this Frog suddenly talking about this?
Was it because of the moonlight? Or the apple wine?
âDo Frogs get drunk?â
âSometimes, but not now.â
Luagarne, being straightforward, spoke her mind.
âRight now, I think Iâm intoxicated by a man.â
There was no need to ask who that man was, and Luagarne did not expect an answer.
âSquire Asia was obsessed with the will that creates momentum.â
A Knight is someone who can properly use willpower.
Squires are those who can use it to some extent.
âEven among Squires who have partially grasped willpower, many never become Knights. Yet, do you still want to become a Knight?â
Was this explanation to ask this question? Either way, it was helpful.
Encrid silently nodded.
âYes, you will become a Knight.â
A dream once shattered, Encrid had mended and stitched it back together. It was now within reach again.
Luagarne looked at Encrid intently.
On the surface, there seemed to be no visible passion, but having observed Encrid, Luagarne could see it.
âA stubborn man.â
He harbored a fierce flame within that he did not show outwardly.
Because of this, he was admirable. Because of this, he was impressive.
âIf you become a Knight, Iâll fall in love with you.â
For Frogs, reproduction and love are separate matters.
So they could love humans.
Moreover, a Frogâs concept of love was different from that of humans. Not just different, but an entirely separate concept.
For them, the concept of restraint or physical love does not exist.
It is perfectly acceptable for a man they like to meet other women.
In fact, they would even inform the woman of their presence and seek understanding.
It was very rare for a human to receive the love of a Frog.
It was something special, a rare occurrence.
Encrid, unsure of what to make of this, looked at Luagarne and then nodded.
âDo as you wish.â
A nonchalant answer, showing his capacity and attitude. Luagarne liked that about him.
As the two shared a drink under the moonlit scenery, a panther suddenly appeared between them.
The panther looked as if it knew how to drink.
âWant some?â
Encrid asked. Esther, the panther, opened its mouth. The precious apple wine was poured into the pantherâs mouth.
With a gulp, the panther swallowed a sip of the wine and growled softly.
âGood?â
In response to Encridâs question, the panther simply opened its mouth again.
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