With his spirit sense, Ery could tell the crowd of people who ca were led by the Quintins, but just to make sure, Ery still wished to see what they were coming here for this ti.
Ery opened a [Spatial Gate], this ti with his massive spirit force increase, he was able to send all six of them together and returned to the village.
For the last three months, Ery spent his ti hole up in the Khaos space, and he had not returned to the fey village at all during that ti. Within such a short period of ti, he noticed many changes, so of which could be seen at a single glance.
Near the huts, he could see so tools made of iron and bronze, most of them damp cleaning utensils, implying they were about to start cooking. So villagers started to wear colorful clothes and others carried rolls of colorful fabric.
It appeared the trading with Venta had been successfully established and was going well.
He leaned back on a tree to wait for them and observe his surroundings. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Gwen talking casually with the villagers. They circled around Gwen and watched her with interest.
Ery knew her since childhood, thus, he had seen how much of a fast learner she was. For her to speak fluently after three months seems sothing amazing but unusual, but he was surprised to see how it was the villagers who started speaking in slightly broken Briton.
Chief Brennus who notice this approached him and said.
"The girl has been teaching language to the villagers. They like her very much."
Gwen was interacting with the people just like any normal girl would. Both old and young villagers listened to her and occasionally smiled, a hint they were having a good ti. Witnessing the scenes sohow ward Ery's heart.
One of the village warriors ca by and notified them of the Quintins' presence. The villagers thanked Gwen and stood up to start preparing for a welcoming party.
Not wanting to be left out, Gwen decided to help. She followed the villagers a bit deeper into the forest.
She ca back alongside the fey sisters and each of them carried a bowl of fruits and vegetables. They sat near a flat rock and used the rock as a makeshift table to cut the fruits into bite-sized pieces.
The sight of them having fun together was unusual for Ery.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't notice the girl had caught him staring.
"Hey! Don't just stand there, co here and help!"
Ery was a bit startled and he could only respond with a blank stare.
Gwen gave him a mischievous smile and asked. "Is this chore too far below, oh Great Wizard?"
"No, of course not, I'll help."
She gave him a knife and the two proceeded to cut fruits together. Overall, it was quite a weird experience for Ery.
Then It gets even weirder as Morgana suddenly approaches next to him and grabbed a few fruits herself. With her quick, deft hands, she managed to cut quite a few in a short ti.
"… Morgana… I don't think it's supposed to be cut in a square shape…"
The red-haired girl was really talented when it ca to fighting with daggers, but when it ca to food, the best thing to describe her was… sothing else.
He heard a chuckle and stared at Gwen, who laughed so hard at him and Morgana both. Ery once again was captivated by the sight of her smile before he turned away and tried to think of sothing else.
An hour passed, filled with their laughter and jokes. The guests started to co into teh village. As Ery's spirit sense saw, they really were the Quintins, coming to bring trade as promised. In front of the group, Luna herself helped lead the workers and rcenaries.
But Ery was not concerned about that. He was more surprised to see that Luna ca along with a golden knight. It was Sir Gawain, Arthur's trusted knight, and one of Logress' golden knights.
Ery tried to discreetly glance at Gwen. He thought she would try to run away and hide from the knight, but to his surprise, she stayed put.
"They will know sooner or later, won't they, Ery?"
"That's right." Ery answered matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but with you here, I have nothing to worry about right?" Gwen smiled and teased him.
Ery decided not to humor her with a comnt and stood up before walking towards the two.
Just as he predicted, the golden knight was quite shocked to see the princess of the Lioness kingdom standing amongst the fey villagers.
"Did you co here with news from Arthur?" Ery asked.
"I actually ca by the command of the Divine Order."
"The Order is looking for ?" Ery looked at him, interested. "Why don't they just use the bird?"
"Actually, I was tasked to find the young silver knight, Lanzo."
Ery stared at him, a little bit startled, but he managed to keep his calm. Gawain didn't seem to notice and he continued.
"I have been tracking his lineage and I traced him back to Miss Quintin, and considering the rumors about Lanzo's involvent in the…" Gawain glanced towards Gwen for a mont before continuing. "The incident in the Lioness palace, I ca to the conclusion that you and Sir Lanzo are the sa person. I wonder if I am right with this conclusion?"
Ery had figured out that it might co to this and he nodded calmly. "Yes, you are right: I am Lanzo. What do you need, Gawain?"
Gawain took out a scroll case sealed with a golden seal and gave it to Ery. Ery looked at the seal for a second before he opened and read the letter.
'Sir Lanzelot Dulat, with your impressive display at last year Tournant, along with your role to defend the king of Lioness at the battle against the Cantiaci Kingdom, we the Knights of Divine Order have agreed to welco you to be part of the golden knight circle.'
'–Signed, Knight Commander Owain'
Gawain nodded at Ery. "Congratulations. Just like every year, next month another tournant will be held. You are requested to co and receive the honor."
Gwen, who has been listening in, quickly realized the purpose of Gawain's presence. She congratulated Ery for the achievent. After all, being chosen as a golden knight was a great honor.
Ery folded the parchnt, gave it back to Gawain, and said.
"I am sorry Sir Gawain, I won't be coming next month, nor the years after, i am not interested with the title"
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