Knight Of Pensylon: Rise Of The Cavalier
Chapter 17 - Refugee

*poV: Victoria*

If you ask me how did a girl like me survive this horrible incident? Quite simple.

Pensylon's soul has really protected me.

I remember after Uncle and I treated Christopher's wound this afternoon, Mr. Hamilton came and picked him up.

By the time Christopher returned home, Uncle hadtily cleaned up his things. The stuff he usually uses to treat Wheatville's people.

This is not the first time I have seen him like this, so I can assume that Uncle must have gotten a task to treat people outside the village.

"Where's uncle going?" my many.

"Muson." she replied without seeing me.

A muson? It was the capital of Pensylon, where the royal palace was located. The distance from Wheatville is quite far, about three hours on horseback.

"For what did Uncle go all the way to Muson?" my many.

"When you went to the Hamilton House, someone came to the house. He said that there were patients who needed my help there.

I was going there right then and there, but I had to postpone it because Christopher your friend was still unconscious.

Now I want to go there considering that troublemaker's son is fine. Even his father had come to pick him up." he said.

Why did the Musons come to this place just to ask for Uncle's help? I mean, there must be a lot of doctors there, right?

My uncle is not even a doctor, not anymore. But somehow it seems like every year there must be at least one or two people who force him to go to Muson.

Now my uncle is just a manure seller who every day dirty his hands with livestock manure.

Even so, of course, the Muson is very interesting for a village girl like me. I have to get there!

"I want to come." I said.

"I want to take you." said Uncle.

"Really?!" i'm appalled.

"really."

Hug!

"Pensylon Soul Praise, thank you uncle!" I smiled as I hugged her.

I had wanted to go to Muson since I was a child, but Uncle always forbade me to come with him whenever he was called to the Muson.

I don't know why, now he's taking me there. Good thing, now is my chance to see the city from my own two eyes.

Don't forget, who knows, I can meet him again.

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"I mean, for the Soul of Pensylon! The pain isn't even as bad as Christopher just now!" I complained on my way back to Wheatville.

While riding Snow, Uncle and I returned to Wheatville. I grumbled along the way, and Uncle himself just focused forward.

First of all, it turned out that the person who had called us lived right on the outskirts of the Muson gate. So that I can not fully see what kind of scenery in the Muson.

Needless to say, I also did not meet or even see 'that person' on my trip just now.

Second, it turns out that the person who asked Uncle to go to the Muson only hurt in his leg. A small wound if I may say so.

When I glanced at Uncle's face while treating him, I could tell that he was also irritated the first time I noticed it.

How not? The journey from Wheatville to Muson alone has taken a lot of time. Not to mention his return trip.

I mean, six hours of my time and Uncle's wasted just treating a little wound in the leg?

For the Soul of Pensylon...

"Truly, such injuries alone can actually have serious consequences for this person, Victoria" said Uncle.

"Huh? Seriously from where? It was just a small wound!" my dispute.

"Maybe it is for you, and so it is for me. But the truth is, that little cut was really serious to the person we just met."

"Why is that, Uncle?"

"At first I was also irritated and wanted to refuse to take care of that person. But after I investigated, apparently the man had blood that was hard to freeze."

Whahuh? Blood clotted? What new vocabulary is that?

"What?"

"I've met a few times with people in Muson who had the disease. I don't know why at all, but their blood is hard to freeze.

People like them have to be extra careful in their lives, because if they get hurt just like that. They could've lost their lives."

Sorry uncle, your explanation on this one does not answer my question at all.

"So soon Uncle, what's the blood clot?" my many.

"Oh, you don't know yet. Look, you've been hurt, haven't you?"

Of course I was hurt. I mean, who hasn't been hurt in their lives? That person must have been completely protected by the Pensylon Soul if he really existed.

I nodded my head, indicating yes.

"Are there some days later, in your wound something black?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, that's what blood freezes. That guy, his blood is hard to freeze. That's why even a small injury can have serious consequences for him."

Ah, I get it now. That's how my uncle is, although now he often deals with livestock manure, but his knowledge of medicine is absolutely undeniable.

Sometimes, his knowledge of medicine made me really praise the Soul of Pensylon because it turns out there are so many good and beautiful things that I still have not mapped

Wait a minute, I smell something...

"Uncle..."

"You kissed her too?"

Burning odor.

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Long story short, my uncle drove Snow hard. This horse was not as fast as a horse in general, or at least not as fast as Spirit.

I wonder how Norman won so many horse races with a horse like this...

From a distance I saw people frantically flocking to a place. Surely, swiftly Uncle also followed them.

Not long after, people stopped moving. Including Uncle who stopped Snow. Then someone shouted...

"EVERYTHING! WE WILL EVACUATE HERE!!!"

Refuge? Whatisit?

Me and Uncle are coming down from Snow. Confusion over what happened. Why are Wheatvilleans running around in a panic? Why are they carrying things like they want to move house?

"What's going on?" ask my uncle to one of the people.

"Where are you guys?! Wheatville's been attacked by crazy people!"

What's?!

For the Soul of Pensylon. How could that happen? How can a human live that long?

Clataks! Clataks! Clataks!

From far away, I heard a sound. The sound of horse footsteps, and also a neighing. Before long, a black-coloured horse figure approached us.

Wait a minute, what is it... A spirit?

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"That's how I found Spirit" I said on the way to the evacuation.

Just a reminder, I am currently riding Spirit with Christopher sitting behind me. This is his horse...

"This horse doesn't want to calm down one bit, so I have a feeling that you're in danger. Hence, I rode Spirit to look for you.

That's how I found you..."

Christopher remained silent during the trip. Silence without speaking a word, even the sound of breathing is rarely heard. I mean, it's a natural thing.

Who could speak after watching their parents die? Especially hanging in a scarecrow with terrible conditions earlier.

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Not felt, we both have arrived at the refuge. I could see the face of Uncle who was not happy to see me at all.

"Victoria! Where have you been?! You could've been killed!" snapped at me.

"But I'm alive, aren't I, Uncle?" I said while descending from Spirit.

"Don't do that again, okay?!"

I nodded my head to understand her anger just now.

Uncle was worried about me, and I knew it. But how else? Spirit from earlier did not want to be silent, and during the evacuation I did not see Christopher at all.

Talk about Christopher...

"Christopher, let's get down from there" said Uncle.

Christopher stayed up there. His mouth was tightly locked, and his gaze was still fixed on Wheatville.

"Christopher?" My uncle called him back.

What Christopher did did not change in the least. He remained seated on Spirit and his gaze did not move in the slightest.

"Hey, Christopher." call me.

Still the same, there is no sign that the child with a wound in the heel was going to get off his horse.

Taps.

I touched his shoulder, hoping this time he glanced in the direction

"Don't bother me" he said.

Uncle approached Christopher and said...

"Christopher, where's your la-family"

GREB!!!

Christopher pulled out my Uncle's shirt before exclaiming...

"GET OUT OF MY DEAD!!! Hix... DIE!!! THEY'RE ALL DEAD!!! Hix... DIED KILLED BY THE DEMONS!!! ARE YOU SATISFIED?!! SATISFIED?!! Hicks..."

His eyes were red-glazed, his mouth was slightly shaking, water was flowing from his eyes and nose, his breathing was as unwilling.

"For the Soul of Pensylon. Christopher, you really need some serious help" said my uncle.

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Is this what it feels like to be in a refugee camp? I watched many people cry, rage, and daydream.

"Alright, Christopher. I've healed your arm." said my uncle

Christopher had a wound on his left arm. It seemed like the wound was serious enough that Uncle prioritized Christopher over the other injured citizens.

"Hey, Christopher. What do you say when someone helps you?" my reproach.

He remained silent, tears still flowing from his eyes. He was already willing to come down from Spirit, but this child was instead daydreaming while glancing towards the bonfire made by the surrounding residents.

Honestly, I don't understand. If they want to evacuate, shouldn't they be completely invisible?

"My son!! My granddaughter!! They killed my son and grandson!!" said an old woman who, when I saw her body, thought she would soon be called by the Spirit of Pensylon.

"Now what can I do?! My family is dead! Hicks, Mommy... Father.." a nine-year-old boy also cried bitterly.

Meanwhile, after I turned my head slightly in the opposite direction to the two poor humans earlier...

"WHERE IS THE VILLAGE CHIEF WHEN WE NEED HIM?! HE JUST RAN AWAY!!"

"HE SAID HE WOULD TAKE HIS SON TO JOIN THE KNIGHTS OF PENSYLON!!"

"WHAT'S THE POINT OF THEM?! WHERE ARE THE KNIGHTS OF PENSYLON WHEN WE NEED THEM RIGHT NOW?!"

"THEY CAME JUST TO COLLECT TAXES, AT A TIME LIKE THIS THEY DISAPPEARED!!!"

Angry people can be seen, and most blame Mr. Alexander, even some blame Norman.

Not to forget also, in this refugee camp there are also some people who daydream all this time.

The srek! The srek! The srek!

One of them is my friend next to me. He just shut up. However, his right hand described something on the ground with a wooden twig. Very very strange picture.

His eyes were watery, but his gaze was sharp. His left hand clenched, then...

THE PUFF!!

With his right hand, Christopher threw the wooden twig at whatever he had just drawn. Dust is everywhere.

"Christopher? You okay?"

Christopher looks at me cynically. As if he was forcing me not to bother him, however...

"Victoria, do you know what the emblem was?" he asked me while pointing towards the strange object he had just drawn.

I shook my head, because I was honest. I don't know what he's drawing. In fact, I just found out that what he drew was a symbol.

"If you want to know, I saw this emblem on the armor of the people who attacked our village. Whoever they are, must have something to do with this emblem." Christopher clenched his hand again.

"So, Victoria..."

Christopher stood up and then exclaimed.

"I swear, by the Soul of Pensylon, I'll find out who's behind all this madness, then kill them all! One by one until there was nothing left of them!

Never forget that, Victoria!"

Her tears were still in her eyes, and her eyes were still sharp as before. But I can know one thing.

Christopher has changed, and I hope Pensylon's soul doesn't let him turn into a worse human being.

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