Knight Of Pensylon: Rise Of The Cavalier
Chapter 10 - The Strange Cylinder

Blacker. Wherever I look, wherever I look. Up, down, left, right, front, back, all directions I see. Everything black.

The only thing I remember before I lost consciousness like this is a kick of a girl who is tight like a horse kick (i talk through experience).

Wait, don't-don't... Ah shit, am I now blind like Mr Plank? A middle-aged man whose home is close enough to a Victorian residence?

It wasn't that I was condescending to the old man, but at least Pensylon's Soul gave him some time to look on for forty years before it completely took away his sight.

Almost three times my age, but our fate is the same?

KRIET!!!

For the Soul of Pensylon!

The voice appeared suddenly. But at least I know I'm not deaf either. Huft, Praise the Soul of Pensylon...

Wait, I see the light! Thank goodness I'm not but-I'm

"Hey! Whoareyou?! What are you doing sitting here?! Are you sedan-"

Wh who? Me?

I only saw a light that dawned on me that I was not blind, but a little blocked by the water that was in my eyes.

"Sttts... Lower your voice, please.." a whisper popped out from behind my head.

That whisper made me turn around. Still a bit blurry, but I saw a human figure crouching behind something as if he did not want to be discovered.

Ah, it seems that woman is not talking to me. He spoke to the man behind me.

However, does that mean he is completely unaware that I am here? Let me think for a second...

FUCKIN' SHIT! DON'T YOU-DON'T ME MAT-DON'T

BRAK!!

FOR THE SOUL OF PENSYLON!

"IN THE SOUL OF PENSYLON!" cheer the girl.

Damn, that sound surprised me. It sounded like the sound of a door being smashed, but not an ordinary door. The door is made of wood, and is also larger than a regular door.

"Open door! We know you're in there!"

The same door the girl opened when she made me realize I wasn't blind at all.

Kriet's!

The woman opened the large wooden door. Afterwards, I saw three figures who were right in front of him.

"For the Soul of Pensylon! You almost made my heart fall out! Who are you guys?!"

"I'm sorry for ruining your door, miss... But did you see an asshole come in here?"

They, looking for the guy? Ah, I get it now. So the man is a fugitive. Then he ran away here. I wonder why the man was wanted.

Speaking of that guy, that's right. Where is he now?

The tep! The tep!

It seemed that the sound of footsteps made me believe that the girl had walked a little wherever she went.

Shit, I've been opening my eyes for a long time, but my eyes are still blurred.

"As long as I stand here, the only jerks I've seen are all of you who have broken the door that my family has worked so hard to make and put up with their own efforts!" it screamed loudly.

This girl is really fierce, more or less like my mother. Maybe she was my mother? Hmm, come to think...

"Is that so? Sorry for your door. We'll replace it."

"lik! Even since-"

WOW!!!

Whoa! What'sthis?!

Why is everything suddenly so dark?! Am I really blind now?! I don't hear anything or anyone anymore either!

AM I REALLY BLIND AND DEAF NOW?!

"Hello?! Is anyone there?!" my yelling.

Damn, am I deaf now?! But if I heard my voice just now, then I shouldn't.

"Hey! Anyone! Is anyone there?!"

"HELLO?! HELLO?!!"

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I opened both my eyes and after my gaze got stuck on the ceiling where I am currently, my heart was aware of something.

"Hm... Ah... Apparently I was just dreaming." I thought when I realized that I was on the bed.

The mattress was more or less the same as in my house, a haystack over which was covered by a white cloth. The difference, here the mattress is neater and evenly distributed.

Then I glanced around where I was right now. This room is so familiar, like I was just here yesterday.

Hmm, that's right too.

This is Victoria's home. I really just stayed here yesterday. Stupid me.

"Christopher!"

Immediately my attention was on the direction of the voice. There (right in a long hallway), a blond girl was looking at me worriedly.

Not long after, the girl moved towards me. The steps are fast and big. In two steps, the woman was already halfway towards me.

Wait, I saw something. An... A broom? Lying on the floor, Victoria approached me unconsciously! She's gonna be-she's

"Be careful!"

Duk! BRUCK!!

Aw, just from the sound of his voice I could tell that it must have hurt.

Welp, yes, that's it. At least I tried to remind her, didn't I?

Victoria was silent on the ground floor for a moment while rubbing her forehead that had just been rubbed with the ground. It must hurt, but what else?

The positive side is, at least the current wound is not as severe as the wound on my forehead.

"Ouch... My head" she complained.

Not to be blamed, I certainly defend myself by saying... "I warned you to be careful, you know..."

Shortly after, the woman turned her body and sat down. As long as he did all that, his right hand remained attached to his forehead.

From the expression of his face alone, it was clearly illustrated that Victoria was enduring the pain.

Poor, I asked her how she was. "You... All right?"

"I should have asked like that, you know. You okay?" he asked back.

Right too, I'm the one who got hurt worse here. Why did I even ask about Victori-

"AHHH! Goddamnit! My forehead! Oh.." I said.

More unfortunate, my whole body suddenly hurt at the same time. Whatever my forehead is hurting right now, I still can't move because not only my forehead is hurting, but all my limbs are too.

Except for the throat, which I think will also hurt because of my current scream.

"Ah yes, just a minute!" she's panicking.

Hearing my curse, the girl hurriedly pressed her hand against the wound on my forehead. I understand very well that his intentions are good.

The problem was that his hand had no sign of patience at all to touch my forehead so it darted quickly and when it hit my skin...

"DOOHH!!" my screams are like monsters (if they're real).

It hurts so much, it feels like it's being slapped so hard by reality, literally. I even dared to swear by the Ninth Dragon Soul that I heard the voice of "PLAK!" preceding.

"Okay, sorry!" said.

Really, Victoria. If you ask me, you don't actually have to apologize. As long as you take my forehead off, that's enough. Really am.

"Just get my forehead off!" my spoken.

Still, his palm was stuck to my forehead. Instead of letting go, Victoria closed her eyes and smiled.

"My name is Christop-"

His index finger immediately shot to the front of my mouth, and his mouth opened out a hiss like a snake... "Shm... Quiet." Calm."

"How can I calm down if you're always me"

"Silence..."

I surrendered. I just put the fate of my forehead in the hands of this one woman. Whatever he's gonna do to my forehead, I don't care anymore.

"Close both eyes..."

I held my eyes together until I met. Oh, Pensylons... Whatever this girl wants, make it pass as quickly as possible.

"Sighs..."

I took a deep breath from my nose.

"Blow."

I poured out all the air that was collected in my lungs through my mouth.

"Remember all the sins that you have committed all this time" he commanded.

"But I have not committed any sin." I refute.

"No man is truly holy from sin, Christopher. Try to remember." he pressed on.

Also true. I remember now.

I made a promise to both my parents. I promised that I wouldn't race horses, but I still did in the end.

Not only that, I also broke my promise to my two friends. I promised that we wouldn't hurt each other, but yesterday I beat up Norman.

Is this wound on the forehead a retribution from Pensylon's Soul for me?

"You're right." I said slowly.

"Then ask the Spirit of Pensylon for forgiveness. After that, maybe at least you'll feel better."

As I have said before, Victoria was completely obedient to her belief in the Spirit of Pensylon.

Whatever happened to him or to others, he must have believed that the Spirit of Pensylon was behind all this.

"Have you begged for mercy?" tanyakanya.

"Pensylon, forgive me my sin." I said in my heart.

I nodded my head slowly with the sign already.

"Open your eyes now" he said.

After I opened my eyes. Suddenly all the scenery around me was a little blueer than before.

"Have you felt better?" Victoria smiled gently.

Hold still. My forehead no longer hurts! Not only that, even my whole body is feeling better! How could this happen?

"How did you do it?" my many.

The girl gave a small smile and then gazed towards the hole formed between the roof and the wall of her house.

"It wasn't me, but Pensylon's soul did."

So yeah...

"By the way, how did you become like this?" the girl asked.

"You mean?"

"I went back to my usual place after our return journey, and there I found you unconscious with Shadow."

Ah yes, I ran after two robbers and ended up in the forest where the three of us used to race horses together with Shado-shado

Wait, Shadow? Damnit damnit! Don't-don't...

"Shadow?!" I said make sure again.

"Black horse, right? I found you unconscious with one of your horses trying to wake you up" he explained.

Goddamn bum! Those two unlucky robbers must have taken Spirit when I was unconscious!

"Where's that horse now?!" ask me with sassy.

Victoria seemed surprised because she was a little backwards. Especially after seeing me who was originally difficult to move suddenly standing right in front of him.

"I'M VICTORIA, I'M SERIOUS!"

"He's near kanda-"

He wasn't done talking, my feet were already darting towards the exit.

Not only that, I've not glanced at the girl's face again even when she's still up to the word "there"

BRACKET!

I opened the front door hard and slid straight into Victoria's cattle pen. From the opposite direction, Uncle Victoria was walking towards me.

"Christopher, you're good" Uncle Victoria greeted me.

I didn't care about it at all and continued running. I'm really freaking out. The only thing I thought about was the worst possible thing that would happen if my fear really happened.

"Christopher?!" call him.

I kept running to the cattle pen. At the other end, I saw a black horse tied to a pole.

Is that Shadow? Or Spirit? For the sake of Pensylon's Soul, I hope it's Spirit. The two robbers may take my horse anywhere, as long as it is not Spirit.

It's not that I don't care about Shadow, but that Spirit is really the pride horse of the Hamilton family. If the horse is taken, I can be thrown out of the house (I'm not kidding).

The tep! The tep! The tep!

I finally got to the horse. Without thinking much, I immediately lowered my head. Look towards his back legs and check if there is anything between the two.

When I saw a strange cylinder instead of a hole, I breathed a long breath and was happy not to be stuck.

"Phew... Praise Pensylon's soul that those people didn't take you, Spirit."

I'm sealing it tight. Smiling, almost crying. From the back of my body, there was Uncle Victoria who had just passed me.

The old man walked up to me and said...

"You're lucky my niece found you. Otherwise, I don't know if you can be saved or not. It was really bad at that time, especially your legs and forehead.

Your leg was fortunately not broken. Even so, you shouldn't have to force yourself to walk, let alone run like this. Being able to run like just now was already a miracle of the Pensylon Soul.

But your forehead is. In short, I think it's going to be a permanent wound. You're gonna live with that wound on your forehead for good."

I heard it clearly. However, I don't care at all. I'm still happy that the horse that the two robbers took was not Spirit.

"Victoria told both your parents about your situation when I treated you. They'll pick you up soon. So you better wait for them to come."

As the wise words came out of Uncle Victoria's mouth, I heard a heavy sigh from someone who had run down the ridge running towards us. I know who he is.

"Christopher.." call him.

"Hmm?" sahutku with a hum.

I already know what he's thinking. He must have been angry after seeing me get badly hurt like this. Not only because of the wound, but also the fact that I failed to stop

"Well... Huh... Huh... Praise Pensylon's soul you're fine."

Wait, what? This guy just lost 2 horses and a lot of gear because I failed to catch the thief, and he was worried about me instead? Is he kidding?

Greb!

The man clasped my shoulders, and my head for no reason turned towards him. I saw his face. There is no hatred at all. There was only worry, relief, and sadness mixed into one.

My father, he never hated me.

"Let's go home, Christopher. Mom and the others are waiting for you." he said.

My gaze was instantly black covered in eyelids and my mouth was curved like a bowl. After that, I opened my eyes and said...

"All right, Dad."

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