Chapter 241: Chapter 241
Lucia's Point of View
Helmsforth Temple
When we round the backside of the Temple from outside, we saw a bath of sorts. Deeper than usual and likely more comparable to a pond. Typhon was inside and doing some manner of exercise. It seemed rather strenuous and uncomfortable.
Arthur was sitting off to the side on a stool of sorts with a little blood starting to poke through his bandages. "Left foot, right foot, and left foot. Back and forth. Up and down. Let's go." The source of this content is N0veII_bIn
Greigh was the first to speak as we saw Typhon struggling to keep pace. "Sir, I am sure you want to catch up on training, but don't you think this is a little overkill?"
An empty smile took over his lips as he turned to us as he stared at us with wide eyes. "It has become abundantly clear that there are far more Demon Lords than I originally thought." Then he slightly gestured to Typhon. "Given that there is no one else who can actually help me with those, I now have to make someone who can. Ain't that right, Ty? We feeling the burn?!" He asked but didn't wait for an answer.
"Surely the Priestesses-" I started but stopped at his glowering look.
"Once upon a time, there was someone who stood with me. Right by my side till the very end." He then scoffed. "It took only one Demon to ruin everything I had built. Never again." His tone was dark. "Even if Pestilence and Credo can be trusted, we're still outnumbered. So, Ty is getting a crash course in the ways of Arthur Pendragon. Gonna make him stronger than either of the Priestesses! Ain't that right, Ty!?"
"Right!" Ty shouted back, strained and in a pained tone.
Then Arthur held up a finger. "However, I am glad you're here, Greigh. You were the one person I wanted to talk to!"
My eyes darted to the Captain, who looked just as unnerved at how Arthur was acting. "And what of me?" I asked to grab his attention.
"I'm Arthur fucking Pendragon." He finally said as his aura completely faded as he looked at me with a smile. "And as Arthur 'fucking' Pendragon, I expect you to trust me." Looking down was futile since he softly lifted my chin. "Have I ever lied to you?"
"Not that I know of."
"Perhaps I've gone back on my word?"
"No." I replied like that of a child being scolded.
"Do you think I am weak?"
"No."
"Did I return with everyone in tow, alive and well?"
Narrowing my eyes, I felt my lips tighten as I spoke. "No." At his surprised look, he waited for me to elaborate until I merely gestured to his arm. "You returned wounded and on death's door."
Arthur then sighed. "And it's likely I will do so time and time again." Holding up his arm, he spoke softly. "Would you believe me if I said it's the first time I lost an arm?" He asked with a small chuckle. "I mean, I'm hoping I can get it back because of what it'll mean for me if I can't." His expression looked almost afraid for a moment until his eyes flickered to mine. "Regardless of what happens to me or this body, I can't have you putting yourself at risk."
Backing away from him, I confronted him further. "What does that mean?"
His eyes shot to Greigh for a moment before he sighed once more. "It doesn't matter." Arthur placed his hand on the top of my head. "Be more careful in the future." Moving past me, leaving me more confused than before, he stopped in front of Ventari. "You look very familiar... Do I know you?"
Both Greigh and the Dwarven Queen looked uneasy as they studied me. Again, I was left without any answers. Being scolded is not something I am used to by anyone. Even the Priestesses would be more polite, but Arthur was treating me like a little girl.
"No." The words left my mouth as I grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward me. "You are going to explain yourself." I said firmly as I stared at the man. "What did you mean?"