The man next to him snickered but quickly stifled his laughter. "Yes! That's correct. Master Arthur Ravenna. Great job, young lord. You are getting closer to being literate." The man said, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing.
The man next to him snickered but quickly stifled his laughter. "Yes! Thats correct. Master Arthur Ravenna. Great job, young lord. You are getting closer to being literate." The man said, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing.
'My memories are coming back to me... not my memories, really. So I am Arthur Ravenna, the bastard son of the marquess Royce Ravenna. I am to be used as a political marriage to the people of Terian Island.' Arthur thought to himself, still feeling incredible pain that made him clutch his head even tighter.
The man next to him looked slightly unsure of himself and shifted nervously in his seat.
"Young master, is everything alright? We must start your lesson again." The man said, his voice almost lowering as he looked up at Arthur.
This constant nagging from Arthur's side was starting annoy him and furthur contributing to the headache that he was having. Even though Arthur's was not one of violence, like those Royal Swordsmen, he still felt the need to smash his head against the table. This was also due to the fact that this was the first time someone had spoken to him in such a manner. But as a prince, Arthur had learned many things, and one of them was patience, he would not hit a man simply because of this.
"Stop talking for a second. Hand me a glass of water." Arthur said to the man, gesturing at the jug of water and glasses on the table.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry, young master, but my job is to make sure you are literate, not… to give you water," the man finished awkwardly. He quickly looked down at the papers on the desk, not meeting the young master's eye. Arthur watched this, realising that this man was used to a very different, much weaker, version of him and so he exploited his weak personality for his enjoyment.
Arthur, however, had the personality of his old body even in this new, damaged, scarred and mistreated body. He had endured death itself, and he could certainly handle a disrespectful tutor. Instead of reacting with anger, he simply looked at the man with a cold and piercing gaze that froze the smile on the man's face.
With a authoritative voice Arthur spoke up, "Fetch me water at once. Or I will ask my father, to find a different tutor for me." The man's eyes widened in surprise and he froze like a statue on the sofa next to Arthur. He let out a embarassed chuchkle as he quickly poured water and gave it to Arthur, but one could see that his hands were trembling. He was naturally scared of loosing such a important and well paying job.
Arthur took a long drink of the cool water, feeling the terrible pain in his head lessen, but not fully go away. His new body was not as strong as he was used to, and it seemed to have been a very weak and delicate person. The tutor looked on nervously, noticing that something had changed in the young master.
"You're dismissed for today." Arthur said as he stood up, curiously looking around the room.
The man was very confused at this order. How could he be excused? Wouldn't the lord punish such behaviour if he just left for the day. The man was in a very tight position, not wanting to incur the wrath of the marquess but also wanting to avoid this new and strange behaviour from the young master. The man, still trembling, hesitantly gathered his things and stumbled out of the room, leaving the young master alone.
'So this new person that I have become is also Arthur, but now I am Arthur Ravenna. I am the oldest but illegitimate son of the marquess Royce Ravenna, a political pawn to be married off to a remote island. My mother was… a extraordinarily beautiful commoner, a courtesan.' He was not used to such a life, filled with shame and disrespect. The original Arthur Ravenna's feelings of betrayal and humiliation, especially from his father, now felt like his own. The new Arthur realized he was not a prince to be killed, but a bastard to be married off, and both outcomes were just as unacceptable to him.
'I will get revenge for both myself and Arthur. No… I will get revenge for us.' Arthur thought as moved to the center window in the room.
His new body felt weak, phsically right now, but he knew this new body was sturdier and more apt for learning swordsmanship then his old body. He closed his eyes, focusing internally. Even without mana in this new body he could feel the presence of a mana heart. That mean't he could be a mage and use magic in the future. This was truly unexpected, he had the rare body constitution of a magic swordsman.
But this would all be useless if he couldn't survive. First, he needed to understand this new reality and the politics of this place, the Ravenna county. Looking out the window, Arthur could see the bustling courtyard filled with soldiers in training, their swords glinting under the sunlight. The sea stretched out in the distance, a deep blue color contrasting against the grey city walls.
Arthur observed the men outide sparing, looking for a pattern or a weak point in their fighting style and training methods. He realized that here swordsmanship was highly valued and magic was maybe not so much. They seemed to be using an older version of the standard Percivell swordsmanship style which was orginally developed by Andreous Percivell, Arthurs great-great grandfather.
'Why are they using such a outdated style?' Arthur thought, still silently watching the men spar, suddenly he recalled a very important detail that had complete flew over his head. The year was 1680, almost two hundred years back. He had been sent to the past, the very far past.
Many people realized this older style was flawed and less efficient but a very good basis for developing elite swordsmanship styles. The current strongest and unmatched style in the future was also based on this current standard style. It was called the Imperial Godslayer, specifically tailor made to only be wielded by the royal family. This was a topic a great interest for Arthur, though he couldn't pursue it in his past life. He knew he must not draw attention untill he healed, just as his new body's reputation demanded. Later he would show them.