To Defy The Course of Fate

chivalric code he was raging about was a mere informal code of conduct that knights seemingly abide for generations in the military.

Aylas mood was turning darker and darker every second from the way her face twisted in the largest shit-eating grin known to mankind. Normally, every sane person would think twice and steers clear from her sight.

But both party is obviously not at right state of mind right now.

”Well, guess what? Chivalry is dead! Like I will babysit a cannon fodder like you! Go die! ”

It was common belief that the chivalric code was nothing but a shitty catchphrase anyway. Some random knight named Sir Chivalry popularize it in the military to pick up girls.

Who the ** actually believe that shit?

Ayla can believe somebody actually does.

But Miroh was proving to be equally stubborn as Ayla. ”I can believe you
e leaving me here to die! ”

Having two giant butt heads together is never a good combination.

”You
e not gonna die, you wimp! And that mindset isn good for a cannon fodder! ” Her mouth just can help but send out encouraging words one after the other.

”Look, look! How could I trust you when your speaking rudely like that? ” He frowned at her indignantly as if making his point across.

She paused to glare at him pointedly in the middle of her struggle. ”How about you let me go then? While I am still nice to not throw you to an uncharted lands! ”

How could this person act like the biggest wimp at first, then become the most infuriating mule the next? This duality is unprecedented in Aylas twenty years of living, and she had her fair share of meeting eccentrics.

”No, no! Thats not how it goes. Are you sure you know how a tyrfing work? ” Miroh finally couldn resist the urge to retort anymore. He was convinced that this rogue party still have their shortcomings compare to the military, who gets formal education regarding this matters.

Calibrating a tyrfing is only the initial step for all knights before the real training formally begins. Knights have to train their body continuously to get use to the new weight of the calibrated tyrfing in their hands and also take mental strengthening training to attain equilibrium between their aurora and the tyrfing itself.

A lot of work is already put in just to call out their tyrfing smoothly after the calibration. Thats why being a full-fledge knight especially in the Winter moon faction is an arduous job not many people would be willing to enter. Its a job only for strong willed people with special reasons above their life.

Ayla rolled her eyes, thinking Mirohs reaction was too excessive. Whats there to hesitate for? This guy is too chicken to possess such abnormal beastly instincts.

”Ah. You
e right, ” She wore a look of epiphany, subtly noticing the approaching figure behind her, ”cautious people like you needs to be thrown in the pit to get them running. ”

What?

It was too late for Miroh to evaluate Aylas wicked grin as he found himself sailing to the air. Ayla had lifted him by the waist and thrown Miroh over her head straight to the valkyries awaiting mouth in one swift move.

Mirohs eyes widen as he glanced back to see his body heading straight to a valkyrie.

There was only one thing that flash to his mind as he desperately twisted his body to break his previous trajectory: That child is more of spawn of Satan to be a magnus.

Ayla watched in satisfaction as Miroh was able to deflect the valkyrie with some complicated body maneuvers. His quick reflexes seems almost monster-like to evade that at the shortest time.

Ah. Ayla felt like she just uncovered the guys hidden talent. With his lousy sword skills right now, hell be able to compensate with his strength just fine.

So the only thing left to do is wait until someone can assist him. As long as he can buy them more time until the cavaliers finish the other valkyries, then they
e pretty much done here.

”What should I do then? ” She sang merrily as she left Miroh wrestling the valkyrie behind with a light burst of her aurora under her feet.

Ayla knew Vegas group can handle their own without her in play. So she gradually began to relax, while strolling around the foreign area as if treating it like her own backyard.

She eventually come across a familiar figure holding a binoculars in front of her eyes. The painful looking tight bun on the persons head was a strong indicator of who could it be.

”Dabih, you
e working hard. ”

Dabih Mayer, who was observing an ongoing 6 versus 1 battle between the cavaliers and a valkyrie on top of an old workhouse, nodded back at Ayla without pausing in her work.

”Ayla, did they release the special flare? ”

Dabih was a former noble from a fallen lower nobility family in Jemima, which explains her last name and basic literacy. Based on the slightly worn out notebook after how many times it was open whether rain or shine and a pen on her hand, which passionately jotting down something.

It was obvious that Dabih is working hard as a porter, which is a given since she is Keids eyes and ears in the party.

That ox may not be here physically, but Dabih had been Kieds informant in all things related to the party. Keid would then be forced to be always up to date of all the mischief that Ayla had done for the last five years.

All the main person in their party were unsuitable to properly watch over her so Keid sent in Dabih to act as Keids messenger and…Aylas guard dog.

Ayla shook her head but realized that she isn looking at her and replied, ”why are asking that? Of course I came because I can. ”

She then accidentally let out a groan after an unexpected strong throb passed just behind her eye.

Dabihs keen gaze immediately spotted her twitching right eye and put down her pen. ”Did you use your barrier again—you know what? ” She was about to speak some more but held herself back as an afterthought.

”Theres no point in reprimanding you, you just don learn anyway. ” She shook her head.

Ayla looked extremely offended by her words. ”I don know what you
e saying, Dabdab. ” She placed her hands on her chest as if physically wounded, ”your distrust hurt my feelings! ”

Dabih could only make a small noise of disproval at her ridiculous nickname as she grabbed her signal gun from her hollister, sending a blue flare to the sky. Another blue flare shoot up to the sky in response coming from the another direction, probably from Vegas squad.

”Valkyrie extermination complete. Others proceed to convene with the other team while others create a detailed report to the commander, count any casualties if needed. ”

”Copy! ” The other porters with them exclaimed in unison before dispersing to different places to do their individual tasks.

Dabih then focused her attention to to their resident troublemaker, ”as for you, come with me. ”