finds her way into bed only
a few breaths later. With a throbbing pain in my head, I wrap my arms around
Fen and pull her close to me. The warmth she gives off with her arms grabbing
onto my back creates a pleasant sensation that numbs the pain I am feeling and
helps me fall into a deep sleep.
***************************************************
The next day, I have class
at the university, but I am up early enough that there are still a few hours
before Markus comes to pick me up. I leave my locker and remove the virtual
head gear, glancing at the pre-dawn sky outside my window, making some food and
returning to End Online where the sun is currently high in the sky.
‘Yeah, I should have
enough time,’ I think to myself
while determinedly walking through the streets of Iceridge with Fen at my side.
My destination is the
Iceridge Military Academy, where I did the tiresome beginner’s training and
received the ‘Advanced Military Arts’ skill. The instructor, Centurion Markus,
told me back then to return when I was stronger, but I have pointedly avoided
it so I would not have to deal with him again.
The military academy and
the stone monuments of soldiers out front are blanketed in fresh snow just as I
remember from when I first started playing. Hesitating and having second
thoughts about coming, I decide it is better to put up with any situation that
may arise if it benefits me. Even being just a little bit stronger would make
it a little easier to collect items to sell for real money.
Just inside the main
entrance, there’s a prim and regal receptionist with glasses and blond hair
tied up in a bun. I notice that her signature white uniform has changed
slightly, most likely due to losing the grand war between the kingdoms. There
is now a yellow and red patch on each shoulder with the design of two swords
crossing. It is definitely the symbol for the Kingdom of Dalbe.
“Can I help you?” The
receptionist briefly looks up to glance at me before returning to the paperwork
in front of her, ignoring Fen as if she didn’t exist.
“Ah, yes, I’m here to meet
with Centurion Markus.”
“He is not currently on
duty.”
“Umm, may I ask where he
is?” I feel incredibly nervous at the frigid stare this receptionist gives me
in response to my question.
The receptionist seems to
consider for a while before stating, “He is in his quarters. Should you know
where that is, you may go see him.”
“I do. Thank you.”
Not bothering to see me
off, the receptionist goes back to completely ignoring me. I glance in her
direction a few times as I walk toward one of the rear doors. Not being stopped
for one reason or another, I feel assured that it is fine to go see the
instructor.
Centurion Markus is indeed
in his quarters, the same location where he rewarded me with the cloak that I
still use. His angry glare turns in my direction the moment I enter the room
after knocking.
The centurion instantly
recognizes me, stands up and speaks with a voice loud enough to make the
windows rattle.
“LOST! IT HAS BEEN TOO
LONG! HAVE YOU FARED WELL?!”
I secretly wish for a
player item that replicates the effects of a pair of earplugs, but sadly none
exist. I immediately try to change topics to shorten my conversation with the
military leader.
“Oh, yes, and I have come
back now that I am stronger as you requested.”
“Did I?!”
“Yes, you did. It was
after I did that quest for you.”
“HAHAHA, I DID, DIDN’T
I?!”
“Yes! You did!”
“No need to yell! Well, I
wonder what I should do now?!”
“Could you teach me how to
become stronger? Like you said you would.”
“NO CAN DO!”
My patience is starting to
run short with the man, but I forcefully restrain myself as much as possible for
the greater cause.
“Umm, why not?”
“Because you don’t have
‘Advanced Military Arts’ anymore!”
“What? Yes I do.”
“That’s a part of your
Class Skill, isn’t it?!”
“It did become a part of
my
a few breaths later. With a throbbing pain in my head, I wrap my arms around
Fen and pull her close to me. The warmth she gives off with her arms grabbing
onto my back creates a pleasant sensation that numbs the pain I am feeling and
helps me fall into a deep sleep.
***************************************************
The next day, I have class
at the university, but I am up early enough that there are still a few hours
before Markus comes to pick me up. I leave my locker and remove the virtual
head gear, glancing at the pre-dawn sky outside my window, making some food and
returning to End Online where the sun is currently high in the sky.
‘Yeah, I should have
enough time,’ I think to myself
while determinedly walking through the streets of Iceridge with Fen at my side.
My destination is the
Iceridge Military Academy, where I did the tiresome beginner’s training and
received the ‘Advanced Military Arts’ skill. The instructor, Centurion Markus,
told me back then to return when I was stronger, but I have pointedly avoided
it so I would not have to deal with him again.
The military academy and
the stone monuments of soldiers out front are blanketed in fresh snow just as I
remember from when I first started playing. Hesitating and having second
thoughts about coming, I decide it is better to put up with any situation that
may arise if it benefits me. Even being just a little bit stronger would make
it a little easier to collect items to sell for real money.
Just inside the main
entrance, there’s a prim and regal receptionist with glasses and blond hair
tied up in a bun. I notice that her signature white uniform has changed
slightly, most likely due to losing the grand war between the kingdoms. There
is now a yellow and red patch on each shoulder with the design of two swords
crossing. It is definitely the symbol for the Kingdom of Dalbe.
“Can I help you?” The
receptionist briefly looks up to glance at me before returning to the paperwork
in front of her, ignoring Fen as if she didn’t exist.
“Ah, yes, I’m here to meet
with Centurion Markus.”
“He is not currently on
duty.”
“Umm, may I ask where he
is?” I feel incredibly nervous at the frigid stare this receptionist gives me
in response to my question.
The receptionist seems to
consider for a while before stating, “He is in his quarters. Should you know
where that is, you may go see him.”
“I do. Thank you.”
Not bothering to see me
off, the receptionist goes back to completely ignoring me. I glance in her
direction a few times as I walk toward one of the rear doors. Not being stopped
for one reason or another, I feel assured that it is fine to go see the
instructor.
Centurion Markus is indeed
in his quarters, the same location where he rewarded me with the cloak that I
still use. His angry glare turns in my direction the moment I enter the room
after knocking.
The centurion instantly
recognizes me, stands up and speaks with a voice loud enough to make the
windows rattle.
“LOST! IT HAS BEEN TOO
LONG! HAVE YOU FARED WELL?!”
I secretly wish for a
player item that replicates the effects of a pair of earplugs, but sadly none
exist. I immediately try to change topics to shorten my conversation with the
military leader.
“Oh, yes, and I have come
back now that I am stronger as you requested.”
“Did I?!”
“Yes, you did. It was
after I did that quest for you.”
“HAHAHA, I DID, DIDN’T
I?!”
“Yes! You did!”
“No need to yell! Well, I
wonder what I should do now?!”
“Could you teach me how to
become stronger? Like you said you would.”
“NO CAN DO!”
My patience is starting to
run short with the man, but I forcefully restrain myself as much as possible for
the greater cause.
“Umm, why not?”
“Because you don’t have
‘Advanced Military Arts’ anymore!”
“What? Yes I do.”
“That’s a part of your
Class Skill, isn’t it?!”
“It did become a part of
my
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