Daylan walked into his room and collapsed onto the bed. His mind raced—from how he'd come up with twenty-two gold coins in just a month, to what it truly meant to be a trainee of the Honor Chivalry.
As his thoughts wandered, sleep quietly claimed him.
Barely an hour after he fell asleep, Medora arrived with his meal. She set it down in the living area and called out Daylan's name, but there was no response. Curious, she walked into his room. Seeing how carelessly he slept, a soft smile touched her lips as she turned to leave—only for Daylan to wake up just before she took a step.
"Hey, you are back." He rubbed his eyes.
"You're getting lazy, you know? You used to train all the time, but I haven't seen you lift a finger lately."
Daylan gave an awkward smile. Training had already crossed his mind—he knew he wasn't on Earth anymore, and intelligence alone wouldn't be enough to survive here.
Medora gestured toward the living room, signaling Daylan to go eat his meal.
"Once you are done eating, let's have one last duel before you head for the Honor Chivalry."
Daylan paused for a moment, lost in thought, before finally speaking.
"Sure… let's do it."
Daylan rose to his feet and gave his body a tired scratch, still feeling the weight of sleep.
They walked to the living room, Medora catching Daylan up on everything she'd been doing as a guard. Meanwhile, he sat on the floor, quietly enjoying the omelet, his cheeks slightly flushed.
Medora joined him on the floor. "They still look down on me, you know?" Medora said, frustration creeping into her voice. "Despite all my hard work and determination, the commander refuses to promote me to the Honor Chivalry."
Daylan's head instinctively turned to her. "If you are a guard, then what makes Enyo?"
"Enyo is a Chivalry, just like you."
Daylan set the bowl down, stood up, and began brushing himself off. "I am yet to be a Chivalry. For now, I am a trainee."
Medora's expression darkened, "Trainee? But you passed the Fate Trial."
Daylan smiled. "Where will we be training?"
Medora stood up, signaling for him to follow.
They made their way through the streets, weaving through the crowds and dodging passing carriages.
"My ability manifested as a novice type. I guess that's why I am a trainee for now."
Medora slowed her pace, her eyes flickering as they darted toward a carriage approaching. She came to a halt, and as the carriage drew near, it came to a stop.
A glance at Medora was enough to tell Daylan that she was scared of whatever—or whoever—was inside the carriage.
A woman peeked through the window. "What are you doing here, Medora? And I clearly remember telling you to end your friendship with this rag over there."
Medora nervously scratched her hand.
That's her mother.
"Stop embarrassing me and become a Chivalry already. And once again, I don't want to see you like this—a pitiful excuse for a human. Stop disgracing me."
Whoa… that's harsh.
The carriage rolled away, leaving Medora still visibly shaken. Daylan stepped closer to her.
"What now?"
"Let's go." She wore a faint smile.
Daylan knew better than to press Medora about what had just happened. The silence between them stretched on as they continued walking.
"I'm not sure if you remember, but the first time we left the city, we went to Pride City. You were amazed by the buildings, but it didn't take long before you got into a fight. Let's just say, you didn't come out on top that time."
Daylan chuckled softly at the memory. "I do remember that," he said, shaking his head. "I was so naive back then, thinking I could handle everything without any real training."
His gaze softened as he looked at Medora. "I guess I've learned a lot since then."
Medora smiled.
Daylan had no recollection of the event—he lied. But he could tell Medora was trying to fill the silence, and he wasn't going to ruin the moment by admitting he didn't remember. Instead, he focused on her words, letting her guide the conversation.
Medora continued to reminisce about the adventures they had until she became a guard for the Honor Church. Daylan nodded along with her words, careful not to say anything too extreme and ensuring his expressions matched the tone of their conversation.
Before long, they reached a vast, open field.
"This is where we train," she said, extending her hand as her sword materialized. She then reached for a dagger on her belt and tossed it to Daylan.
She tilted her head slightly toward Daylan. "You have an ability now, so I won't go easy on you."
Daylan had no idea what he was doing, but he held his stance. "I don't expect you to," he smirked.
Medora dashed forward, and as she closed the distance, she struck. Daylan, unsure how to dodge, was fortunate when he slipped on the ground, narrowly avoiding the strike.
Medora slapped her forehead in disbelief.
"You don't remember how to fight, do you?… you aren't even holding the dagger correctly."
Realizing how sluggish Daylan's skills were, Medora started from the basics. Daylan first learned how to properly hold his stance and raise his guard. He picked it up quickly, prompting them to move on to learning how to swing a dagger.
"The dagger is too small for this. Can't I use your sword instead?"
"No. Artifacts can be used by other owners only… concentrate on your training."
Daylan continued to swing his arms back and forth. After a while, he was instructed to do so while changing his stance. His body began to adapt effortlessly—it was as if his muscles remembered what to do.
With that realization, he knew he had to let his mind adapt to the skills, and once it did, it would be enough to get him on his feet.
"You must train hard. Without strength, you can't survive as a Chivalry, not even as a trainee."
"What exactly do they do?" Daylan muttered.
"Uhm… how should I put this? There are three different Chivalries. Honor, representing the honor of the church from the Honor City; Pride, embodying the pride of the church from the Pride City; and Order, upholding the order of the church from the Order City.
As their names suggest, each Chivalry ensures its respective role within the church is enforced. The Honor Chivalry upholds the church's dignity by bringing joy to the citizens, slaying monsters, and eliminating threats that could harm the church.
I think they sometimes lecture the students at the Divine Academy on combat… but no one knows what the Order Chivalry does. That city remains a mystery." She let out a sigh.
Daylan continued to swing his arms, his strikes growing stronger and more precise with each movement.
"What about the Royal Capital?" He muttered.
"Everyone in the Royal Capital is considered divine—from its citizens to its staff. So those over there aren't necessarily called Chivalries; they're simply known as The Divines. I've never been to the Royal Capital myself or seen a Divine, so I can't really say much about their duties. But once your abilities reach the master level, you'll be transferred there."
Daylan continued his training, listening carefully to Medora's words. He had always wondered about the duties of the Honor Chivalry, and now that he had a glimpse, his mind shifted to more pressing concerns—how he would maneuver his way through this new life and earn twenty-two gold coins before the month's end.
After hours of training, his mind finally adapted to it. But before he could rest, Medora pushed him further—this time, making him focus on defense. She began swinging her sword at him, calling out where she would strike just moments before the attack landed, forcing Daylan to react and block in time.
Daylan's sharp mind served him well—his grip was firm, and his body instinctively reacted with precision. The moment Medora noticed his quick adaptation, she stopped calling out her strikes. At first, Daylan struggled to keep up, but as the flurry of blows continued, his reflexes sharpened. Before he knew it, he was blocking her attacks with ease.
Is this Spital Edge's doing?
"Let me get serious then." She smirked.
She wielded her massive sword with effortless grace as if it were weightless. One strike barely ended before the next came crashing in. Daylan gritted his teeth, tightening his grip—her blows were powerful, almost too much for him to handle.
His knee buckled under the pressure after each block, and before he knew it, he was down on one knee.
Medora immediately stopped, resting her sword on her shoulder with a smirk. "You've done well. You managed to dodge and block all my attacks. But you still need to train harder, Day."
He let out a sigh.
This made him realize that, despite his Spiral ability, he truly needed to get stronger—simply repeating everything wouldn't be enough.
"It's getting late… let's go home. I will be ready for you tomorrow."