The Conqueror from a Dying Kingdom: Volume 6 [Parts 1 to 10] by Fudeorca

Author:Fudeorca
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 4 — A Return to Ordinary Life

I

It had been a month since our return to Sibiak.

A daily routine is a powerful thing. Being back at school had gradually erased the tension that the returnees from the war had been giving off—like a rank body odor—and helped us settle back into our ordinary lifestyles.

It was early afternoon, not long since the morning training had finished, and a large group of students of all ages had gathered in front of the dorm.

“Well? Can you move?” I said.

“Yeah,” Dolla replied.

He was fully clad in a Kulati set of iron plate armor. I’d found it collecting dust in the storage area of a used goods store. After some intense haggling, I’d gotten it for two hundred ruga. It had since been worked on by a blacksmith to make it fit to Dolla’s body. The hole in the plate over his heart gave the set some extra charm.

He produced scraping sounds as he stood up from the chair—a result of the joints not being lined up properly, causing iron parts to rub against each other.

Since we were just messing around with the armor, I’d saved some money by getting an apprentice to work on it as a practice job. It might’ve been a hopeless project from the start, though—the armor plates scraped with Dolla’s every movement. In addition to the existing spots of rust, new blemishes had appeared on its surface after it had been heated in a furnace and beaten into shape with a hammer.

Dolla tried taking a few small steps while clad in the armor. “It’s damn heavy.”

It certainly looked heavy. Even if it wasn’t an old set with an unlucky history, we couldn’t have expected much for the price I’d paid. If the armor had appropriately curved plates, it would’ve offered the same protection while being a lot lighter. Unfortunately, this set wasn’t so cleverly designed. All of the defense it offered came from the iron’s thickness. It might’ve weighed over fifty kilograms in total.

“All right. Let’s try it,” I said.

I held out a thick, wooden spear made from a hard wooden rod—the one Dolla had recently been using in training. The tip was covered by a straw bundle. The reason for the straw was obvious: if he used a wooden rod without any padding, he’d injure someone. In fact, there was a real risk he’d kill someone. No one would’ve dared train with Dolla if his spear wasn’t padded like this.

Dolla took the weapon from me, then assumed his stance. He became a fearsome sight in an instant.

I stood ready with my own narrow spear. We were standing a short distance apart, our points aimed at each other. As I considered how I might breach his iron fortress, it brought back memories of past predicaments.

Around us, a ring of noisy students had gathered to witness the spectacle. Dolla suddenly relaxed and lowered his spear. “I can’t see a thing.”

His thick helmet had a slit no wider than a person’s little finger in front of his eyes.

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