Knight Of Pensylon: Rise Of The Cavalier
Chapter 5 - Cage Fertilizer Vendor

*PoV: Norman*

I sometimes think, is there not a single person in this world who at least has the same thoughts as me?

Every time I put forward a thought that people used to call 'idea', they would say that I was the most genius child.

It is naive that they think so. I'm not smart, actually...

I'm just creative. That'sthat's all.

Every time I use my brain to create a plan, everything goes according to what I have thought.

However, just this time I experienced one thing that I never thought of in the least.

Never once in my brain has a vision that someone will follow what I do.

It happened to my friend, Kristoff. I remember a while ago I was racing horses with him and also Victoria who served as the referee.

My ingenious thinking led to Kristoff having an accident. Wh why? Because he was trying to follow what I was doing.

My plan to take shortcuts was executed well, but Kristoff failed to do so.

As a result, I was now with Kristoff in pain and leaning on my back, going to the Hendrickson family residence riding Snow and followed by Victor riding Spirit.

Kristoff's circumstances are worrying me enough. When I checked his condition, half his face turned red saga. Especially in the upper left forehead near the eyes (i don't know what the exact part is, I hope not the eyes.)

When I saw blood, I knew that there was, was there, or something was going wrong. Therefore, I am currently speeding up my horse.

"Hold, Kristoff!" my spoken.

"My name's Christopher!" ketus reply.

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Even now, even after I reached the Hendricksen family residence, I still could not calm down.

Not because of anything, but because of guilt. A feeling that what happened to Kristoff was my fault (although Kristoff sometimes did).

"Uncle! Please treat him!" call Victor to his uncle who's cleaning up the cattle pens.

I could see the look on the man's face. Of course he was surprised, especially after he saw Kristoff's face which was now mostly covered in blood.

"For the Soul of Pensylon!" his screams were as loud as his strength.

The old man must have panicked, because he who was initially carrying two buckets of water suddenly released both of them until they spilled everywhere.

Shortly after, he moved both of his legs firmly towards us. His breath was breathless, his eyes wide.

"For the sake of Pensylon, why this child?" ask the three-headed-age man to us.

I doubt you answer, the reason is clear. Both Kristoff's parents, his Uncle Victor, and my father, they all banned us from horse racing.

If I told Uncle Victor that Kristoff-

"Fall from the horse."

Victoria! You fucking girl! How can you say it so easily?! Well, then he'll realize we're racing horses! Hadeh...

"YOU RACE HORSES AGAIN?!" his jolt.

I've guessed. His originally panicked facial expression suddenly turned into anger.  It is terrible that in this world there is someone whose expression can change so quickly.

"No! I don't race horses!" the girl's pretext (though to think she was right anyway).

"Are you sure, Victoria?!"

That guy doesn't believe in us, I can't blame him...

"Aragh!"

The groan was enough to make the three-headed man turn his gaze toward the source of the voice. Not only that, Kristoff's eyes also look teary.

"Victoria, get your friend inside. I'll wash my hands first." said his Uncle Victor.

"Good, Uncle Victor." Victor obeyed.

Wait up? Victoria's uncle's name is Victor? Hm. I think I should find another nickname for Victoria...

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"Huft, I can't believe I'm alive" I said with a snort.

I rubbed the cold sweat liquid on my forehead, accompanied by a sense of unease in my chest that the contents really wanted to get out of there.

I mean, I've asked the Hamilton family for permission that Kristoff will stay here. Believe me, it's not easy at all.

When I, sitting on Snow's back, reached the residence of the Hendrickson family, there I looked at him.

Long blonde girl, sitting on the porch of her house. Folded his knees, and hugged him. I wonder, is he waiting for me, or is he waiting for Kristoff?

Or waiting for both of us?

"What are you doing here, Victor-ia?" I set my foot on the ground, descending from the white horse beside me. The girl glanced at me for a moment.

"Waiting." she replied slowly.

"waiting? Waiting who? Me? Kristoff? Us?"

"It's not you two."

Whahuh? He wasn't waiting for me or Kristoff? So who is he waiting for? Hmm, far from what I thought.

"Waiting for the sun to set, because that's when the Soul of Pensylon began to inhabit the sky. Then when Pensylon's soul is up there, I will no longer feel alone..."

Ah, Victoria. It's always been this way. Every single thing he had always associated with the Pensylon Soul or other mystical things.

To be honest, I don't really believe in that kind of thing. I mean, is there a Dragon War that leaves the entire Skurgenral in disarray? What is that story?

I remember having a big fight with Kristoff because I told him that his grandfather was crazy because the book he wrote contained strange and unreal things.

Talk about real...

Time has passed, now the sky is no longer blue. The sunlight had already started to leave the horizon which was covered slightly by this family cow stable.

Maybe for this blonde girl next to me, sunset is a happy time because of her beauty.

But not for me...

For me, this sunset will be the last sunset I see with my friends in Wheatville.

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Not felt, me and Victoria had been waiting for Kristoff finished being treated until the night by uncle Victor (honestly, it was a bit strange to say it to me).

The moonlight has hung in space, accompanied by stars vying for the brightest light.

Really lovely.

"I can really breathe a sigh of relief because your uncle used to be a doctor. Because otherwise, we'd have to take Kristoff to a Muson that's a long way away" I told Victor.

I'm not making it up. The time it takes to go to the Muson there can be up to three hours on a horse ride.

If Victor and I were really reckless riding there, Kristoff would have died of bleeding on the way.

"Yes, Praise the Spirit of Pensylon." she replied. Glumly.

I think he realized it too. Realizing that it's near time for me to leave her and Kristoff here.

"Hehe, he's really stupid to think that he can do the same thing I did.

I mean, you know for yourself it's not how long I've been practicing doing it, right?" I said melt the mood.

The girl's mouth was still curved upwards. Ah, goddamn. My attempts to divert the conversation failed, didn't I?

"Yes... I'm curious, Victoria. Why did your uncle who had previously been a doctor in the Muson there decide to take direction as a manure seller?

In fact, if he remains a doctor, right." I said.

"Norman.." said the girl.

"You don't have to dirty your hands and clothes with manure, Victor. Haha.." sobber me.

I purposely continue my words constantly, because if I give him a chance to talk. I knew what words would come out of his mouth.

"Norman." call him again.

"And so, you know? I asked Hamilton's family for permission this afternoon that Kristoff would stay here..."

"Norm!"

"I was so scared, especially seeing her mother! Just remember it I almost wet the bed! I wonder how Kristoff can live with a mother like that, hahaha..."

I'm not making this up, Kristoff's mom is creepy. When I said this afternoon that Kristoff was going to stay at the Hendrickson family home, she kept looking at me sharply.

"Don't pretend not to hear me, Norman!" Victor was getting upset, I could feel it.

"Well... I miss my mother. If only he were here. And if only he had never been"

Greb!

Ow hell!

"NORMAN ALEXANDER! YOU HEAR ME?!"

Victor pulled my ear, and then shouted. As a result, my ears hurt. The pain I deserve.

As I pulled back my ear (and held it in pain, of course), I looked at the girl's face.

His eyes were teary, his mouth was frowning, and his breathing was starting to become irregular. When I saw the look on his face, my heart began to believe that I should stop doing that.

"Yes?" i surrendered.

Tears this time flowed in his eyes. I wanted to wipe, but my dirty hands were covered in mud where I was sitting right now.

"Hiks... Are you really... Hiks... Should you go?" the question is not clear because it is interspersed with sobs.

I knew my friends would cry when I left. I knew they would force me to stay here.

But still, when I saw Victoria crying, my heart hurt. My conscience which also witnessed her tears fall to the ground began to question...

"Would I stay here?"

Kriet's!

The door behind me opened. Victoria and I looked in that direction. At the door, there was a shadow covering the light of the lantern from within.

All I saw was a long black-haired man to the shoulder with a bandage wrapped around his upper left face.

"Kristoff."

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