How to Live as a Wandering Knight

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐝 (2)

“Can you teach me anything else?”

“I don’t know. I’ll decide after hearing it.”

“The things I’m learning right now are too many. Archery, astronomy, and theology are not even fun. . .”

The things that nobles had to learn were numerous and broad. From theology to medicine, law and history, as well as music and poetry.

Of course, as can be seen from Stephen, not all nobles learned these things.

If a noble is being raised to be a feudal lord, they prioritize the things that are essential for a feudal lord. If a noble is being raised to be a knight, they prioritize the things that are essential for a knight. Otherwise, they just focus on the things they like.

In that sense, Amien was learning quite strictly. She must be learning other things as well.

“If you don’t want to learn archery or astronomy, you don’t have to. But you have to learn theology.”

“But the priest’s words. . .”

Johan was about to say, ‘𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.’ but he stopped himself.

He needed to tell her in a roundabout way since she was still young.

“You have to study theology to know that God loves you. Otherwise, it’s easy to forget.”

At Johan’s words, the priest turned his head and hid his tears of emotion.

He never thought he would hear such a touching remark just by accompanying him on a hunt!

Even the stubborn Amien would be more diligent in listening to God’s words after hearing those words.

Johan whipped his horse and threw a carrot.

“But if you don’t want to learn archery or astronomy, you don’t have to. I’ll talk to Iselia.”

Of course, Amien was young. She was just so happy that one or two things were missing that she nodded her head repeatedly.

“Archery is boring?”

“Yes. Every time, it’s the same thing. I don’t know what’s so fun about it.”

“Really? Sit down in front. Achladda! Marco! Amien here is curious about what’s so great about the bow. Can you show it to her?”

At Johan’s words, the two looked at each other. A strange atmosphere flowed between them. Both of them were confident in their archery skills.

“I’ve been waiting, Sir Knight. Just give me the signal.”

“. . .I also don’t intend to lose, Sir.”

As soon as the signal was given, the two quickly raised their bows and aimed at the sky. That was the best place to show off their skills.

As the arrows flew one after another and the birds fell, Amien’s eyes widened.

“I think I caught more. Sir.”

“I guess you didn’t see me catch two birds with one arrow.”

“. . .!”

“Sir Knight. What do you think? Who was better?”

“I never told you to compete, but well done. Give them both a reward.”

“. . . . . .”

“In any case, they did well. Give them both a reward.”

“No. . . instead of a reward, if you could just tell me who was better. . .”

Achladda couldn’t let go of his regrets and lingered. Then Euclyia dragged him away from behind.

“How is it? Are you still not interested?”

“Oh, no. I want to try shooting too!”

“That’s right. If you shoot it yourself, you’ll think differently again. Astronomy will be the same.”

Johan skillfully appeased Amien. Iselia couldn’t help but admire him at the sight. He was much more experienced than her.

Iselia was only able to say sternly if she didn’t listen. . .

More confusing than that was that Johan was taking care of Amien better than she thought. There was no reason to do such a thing if he was going to deal with it in the hunting ground or in a place where no one else knew.

So was he really trying to take care of her?

“Sir.”

The soldiers who had gone to find the birds they had shot seemed to have found something and returned. A frightened boy was seen among the soldiers, shaking with fear. He had a rabbit in his hand.

“What is it?”

“We brought him because he was hunting in the forest.”

Hunting without permission in the feudal lord’s forest was strictly forbidden. Even if you touched something as small as a rabbit, you would be severely punished if you were caught.

“Did you catch a rabbit? What did you catch it with?”

“. . . . . .”

“Didn’t you hear Sir ask what you caught it with? Are you deaf?!”

The soldier shouted angrily when the boy was too scared to speak. Johan reached out to stop him.

“That’s enough. Don’t get excited for no reason.”

“I’m sorry.”

“With a rock, with a slingshot. . .”

“You caught it with a slingshot? Your skills are quite good.”

Johan ordered the trembling boy to return the rabbit.

“You’re not going to punish him?”

“What’s the point of whipping or hanging someone for a rabbit? You have good skills, so that’s nice. Go back.”

“Thank you! Thank you!”

The boy who had come back from the dead kept bowing his head and quickly ran away. Everyone around him praised Johan’s mercy.

Frankly, Johan felt like he was getting a free ride. Even more so when he heard these words, even though he had forgiven the boy for hunting a rabbit.

‘𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. . .’

Even if Johan was determined to be a tyrant, he would be a kind person compared to the other feudal lords here.

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𝐚ᴡ𝙚ʙ𝔰𝘵𝐨𝐫𝙞𝘦ṡ.𝔠𝙤𝚖