Upon learning of Constance, Godfrey decided it would be best to explain the current situation to the best of his ability.

Once he did, Constance had everybody follow him to his quarters. "How old are you Constance?" Godfrey asked, Alice and John walking behind. "Im thirteen. If your wondering how old Marie is, she's fourteen."

"Is that so?…though, I still don't understand why Adam would take in such young squires?"

"Wouldn't hurt to tell you! Sir Adam ran into Marie and myself around two years ago. We were friends in Lunden, but when the new King Henry took over…the city took a huge hit. Taxes were raised exponentially and neither of our parents could afford us anymore." Constance momentarily paused. "…that's when we met Sir, Adam! He bargained with our parents and in return we became his squires. Except, he didn't really teach us much at first?" He nervously chuckled.

"Then I guess I worried for nothing." Godfrey smilingly responded.

As Godfrey and Constance went into a silence, John and Alice had begun a conversation.

"We can still save your village, John…don't worry!" Alice assured him. "…" John's face had no response.

'Barbarians!' John cursed.

They walked through the glamorous city of Lunden as Constance guided them. Plenty of things caught many of their eyes, such as, the structure of the buildings, the enormous food stands, and the shining palace you could see from miles away.

The only one unfazed from the city was John. Everybody's physical shape was doing well yet John would occasionally have a outlying and lonesome face appear, his mouth twitching downwards.

After a long walk, everybody arrived, the destination being Adam's estate. "Let's hurry." Constance rushed.

He opened the door and immediately went upstairs, "Marie~~~!" He called out. Nobody heard anything, but muffled sounds after that.

Moments later, Constance came back downstairs, Marie following him. "Everybody, this is Marie."

Everybody introduced themselves, Godfrey having a cheerful smile on his face, Alice calling her beautiful, and John meeting her with his eyes of hopelessness.

"Well, we need to go now! We got to save sir, Adam!" Constance confidently implored.

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Clop Clop

Presently, the group had all gotten their own horse for the ride so, at first it was relatively a breeze.

As they walked the empty dirt roads, Constance engaged in a chat with Godfrey.

"Hey, your in the army, right?"

"I am. Why do you ask?"

"I'm excited is all." A smirk rose on Constance's face. "What?!" Godfrey coughed. "Do you even understand what we're doing!"

"Of course I do! We're going to kill some Danes Haha!! Sir, Adam must have already killed most of them so, we must hurry!"

"You believe Adam is strong enough to take over fifty Danes on his own?" Godfrey chuckled.

"Duh! This is Sir, Adam were speaking about! The man who was asked by the king himself to be his personal knight! How many people get that honor?!"

"The king, huh?" Godfrey wondered, thinking of the king, a visible face of disgust in sight for everybody to see. "Adam is strong sure, but the king…is no king." Godfrey's face turned cold.

"How could the king not be a King? He's the king of England for God's sake?!"

"The king of England sure is one title. Though, it doesn't mean much when such a vulgar child holds the title."

"Child?" Constance asked.

"The king is the equivalent to an ant. A king should rise to the battle with his men yet all he's ever done is watch from the top of a hill, sipping his wine like he has nothing better to do."

"Sounds like you know the King…"

"Because I met him…you see Constance, the people of France took up a revolution against the man who ruled the kingdom at the time. England gave assistance to the French in power, but unexpectedly, there were Danish raiders. They sullied the soil in ash, leaving no trails, and made it impossible to track them." He paused. "The revolution would come to triumph."

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"What happened after?" Constance became curious.

"Eventually…the king would be slain and a rightful would arise. If I recall correctly…he was a peasant and actually has quite the odd name…Touré, I think it was? Anyway, I fought the Danish raiders and believe me when I tell you they are not to be underestimated. Especially by a mere squire."

After that, Constance felt it was best to no longer speak on the subject so, he went silent.

"What's wrong with him?" Marie asked Alice, looking towards John. "The entire time he hasn't uttered even a single word."

"The village we're headed to is his. I ran into him when he escaped, leaving his mother behind…Also, he is related to your knight."

"He shares blood with Sir, Adam?"

"They're brothers."

Marie looked closer at John. He walked with his shoulders slouched and his eyes barely creaked open. "How could they possibly be related?"

"You shouldn't belittle John. He doesn't take things lightly."

'Doesn't look that way…' Marie sighed in annoyance. She wanted to delve deeper, but at the same time she didn't care enough to do that. Instead, she just kept eyes on John. Like, an eagle watching its prey from above.

Alice snickered. "You truly know nothing do you?"

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Both Marie and Constance had been closed mouth for remainder of the time until they reached a local village near the county of Gwynedd.

Godfrey walked to a large house whilst everybody remained outside. The house was shaded by leaves, was a two story, and had a tiny silver cross above its door head. He knocked and a woman answered. "Sorry to bother you, miss, but could I please get some beds for me and my friends. It would mean a lot."

"How many nights?"

"…one."

Godfrey paid the woman with a few shillings and signaled for everybody to place their belongings in the one spare room Godfrey bought.

The sun had yet to set as it shined throughout the cloudy sky. Knowing there was still daylight, everybody besides John left the house.

"Constance," Godfrey called out. "Do you know how to hunt?"

"Of course! Sir, Adam made sure we could live off of ourselves if need be."

"You've ever hunted a boar?"

"…no, but I'm confident I could if I really wanted too." Constance wiped his nose.

Godfrey chuckled, "I'll show you how to hunt with only this dagger of mine." Godfrey put his hand behind his back and showed a beautiful blade to Constance and Marie.

The blade looked like any other one. The only difference, the marigold hilt that had been soiled in the blood of war.

"Woah~…" Constance became amazed. "How'd you get such a weapon!"

"War, Constance. War. Perhaps the day will come when you are given such a weapon."

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The Kingdom of France

"Your majesty, it is time" A middle aged man bowed.

"It is." Touré responded. One of his many servants finished putting a royal coat on him. The coat is a navy blue with gold and white outlines along the ends of the coat.

"I hope it is to your liking, your majesty. Also, how was breakfast?"

"The clothes are fine. As for breakfast, it was delightful. How was yours, Jeanne?" He asked as he tidied his outfit. "A-Ah yes, mine was just as good."

"Really? I was told that by a few other servants…that the food tasted different. Would you know about that?"

Jeanne's face momentarily twitched, showing a sign of weakness, Touré witnessing it in the corner of his eye. "Now t-that I think about it. Maybe the food did taste fairly odd?"

"Hmm, is that so. You know, the cooks told me that you never ate this morning. Perhaps they were mistaken?" He still did not look at her directly, wiping the dust off his coat. "So, are you still sure you ate this morning?"

She began showing signs of nervousness. "Y…n-no I didn't, y-your majesty. Please forgive m-me."

"So, you didn't eat, huh? And give me my dagger over there." He pointed to the chair.

She walked over to the chair and picked it up. 'Is this my chance…no! Not yet!' She then, handed it to Touré. "I…I did not."

"Okay." Touré finished cleaning his coat, turning around to look at his servant, Jeanne. "Then…eat this."

"W-wha-"

In the midst of a subtle backpedal, she was blinded with a painful blow to the head, forcing her to stumble, and fall. Unscrewing her eyes from the floor, she saw Toure looming over her, his cerulean rings, and scarred knuckles drenched in her blood.

Now on the floor, she clutched her nose, which was crooked with a river of blood flowing out of both nostrils.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Touré grabbed her by the hair, her blood dripping from his rings back onto her. "Did you seriously believe you could kill me because the noble faction sent you?"

"!" She showed a visible sign of shock. "Now the-"

She quickly rose to her feet. "Don't." Touré warned her. Ignoring his warning, she dashed out of the closet and headed for the closest door that led outside.

Only having to turn one corner, she saw Touré's balcony. "Your majesty, why did you let her go?" The previous middle aged man asked. "Because…unbeknownst to her, there is one hundred men outside."

"O-One hundred for one person? Don't you think that's excessive?"

"It's meant to show that I, a commoner king, can have power, and I do have power. Now, tell me…your a part of the noble faction, no?"

"I-I am."

"Hmm…" Touré acted as if he was contemplating something. "It's unfortunate isn't it? I mean, the whole reason your here is because you wanted to make sure she killed me, yet here I stand."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, your majesty…"

"I've already proven it. I have people in the noble faction and they've done right by me."

"N-No th-this is simply a m-misunderstanding." The man nervously chuckled.

"Let's see. They were plenty of names, but yours…Duke Amice." The corner of his mouth perked up.

"DAMN IT!" Amice went out of control, swinging his arms all over. "HOW DID THAT BITCH NOT KILL YOU?!"

Touré laughed in amusement. "You damn nobles. Such jokes." He went into his coat, taking his dagger out. "Wait a second!" He yelped, backing up into the corner of the room.

"Couldn't this be-be overlooked?!"

"Hmm…let me think about it…No."

Touré unsheathed his dagger and buried it in the frightened Amice. He fell and started to choke on his own blood. "Y-you should never h-have been King." Amice painfully uttered.

Touré then, turned his attention elsewhere, the entrance to the room. "Your majesty," an armored soldier showed his respect. "We've captured her. Exactly as you planned."

Jeanne noticed the dead body of Amice and gasped in fear. "Don't worry. I have yet to make the necessary move in order to grant you death."

"Damn it." She cursed. "It wasn't supposed to be like this." Tears started to form. "Truly unfortunate." Touré continued. "I would like for you to tell me which English noble faction paid Amice. That's if you know, of course."

"I-I do-"

"Stop it. No more of that fake French accent. It's hideous. Speak up…" Touré switched languages. "English women."

"Of course you would know English."

"…"

"The Ferrous king."