Revan sat pondering at a table alone inside of the royal training grounds. She observed the interactions of Mordred and Lancelot.
'Tch…I swore I timed my message right, so where the hell is Arthur?'
She sighed and leaned back. Taking a sip of her tea.
'God, this noble stuff is so tiring…I wish I could just go back to earth already. Though I doubt I will.'
Lancelot's abilities were interesting as the sole heir of the empire. He inherited the ability of the weapon saint. Allowing him to eventually progress further in any weapon and summon any weapon to his beck and call. Though he seemed to stick to using a plain broadsword. Though Lancelot stood no chance against a sword master. There were several layers along the progression of a non-magic user. Each rank has 5 layers. Mordred had only recently entered the first layer of sword master. Yet he was fiercely stronger than Lancelot. Who was in the 5th layer of weapons expert. And was much weaker than the head of the pendragon house, Uther, who was at the pinnacle of the 5th layer of sword master. And the emperor. Who was a weapons saint.
Revan took another sip of her tea. Her father and Uther were currently consulting with the emperor about the situation from 2 years ago. She had seen it in a vision a few days ago. Her abilities as a prophet were odd. And painstakingly random. And she couldn't find any records of there ever being another prophet in her family. It simply didn't make sense.
'My character never had these abilities…'
After being crushed by Mordred quite easily. The white haired young man wandered over to Revan's table.
"Whaddya think?"
Revan rolled her eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"What did you think of my fight, eh?"
"I wasn't looking."
She took another sip of her tea and eagerly dismissed the heir of the emperor. Standing up and walking inside. Lancelot felt an odd sharp pain in his chest as he was so bluntly rejected and he sighed and sat down on the steps. Mordred walked in front of him.
"Why do you even bother? It's clear she's not interested."
Lancelot looked at him and grit his teeth.
"I bet she's interested in that damn monster brother of yours…"
Mordred sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"First of all. He's not a monster. I'm not sure what happened to him. But he wouldn't hurt me if he was in his right mind. We were always close as kids. Besides, they barely know each other. Sure he protected her for a day 2 years ago…but if he cared at all he wouldn't have just left her the same day. He's a bit odd. But I don't think thats enough for her to like him."
Lancelot sighed. Before looking behind Mordred with a slight look of shock. Standing on the wall of the training grounds was a cloaked man. Decently tall and a muscular structure. Lancelot blitzed behind Mordred and summoned a spear. Bursting forward and jumping up at the man but was greeted with a foot to the face.
"Buzz off. Will you?"
Lancelot plummeted towards the ground and Arthur hopped down.
"So it is you, monster…"
"I take it you're Lancelot."
Arthur sighed.
'His personality certainly was snotty in the game. But he's a valuable ally.'
Arthur took off his cloak. Mordred stared at him. Arthur smiled at him.
"Hello. Brother."
Arthur stopped Lancelot's leg with his own. Which was attempting to sweep his leg.
'Is this why she wanted me to come here…? To see this buffoon?'
Arthur summoned the obsidian great sword, its black hilt gleaming in the sunlight as it clashed with Lancelot's spear, sending it up into the air. Lancelot's smile only grew wider. Summoning a sword as they clashed again. This time, Lancelot was using his aura. A golden gleam covering the man. A blue light cloaked the sword of the broken oath as the two clashed.