Princess Knight [Dropped]

[7]

The wheels of the carriage crackled against the cobblestoned ground as the hoofs of the horses that pulled it slowly began to tap across the road of Kent and move inwards. Every civilian who saw the carriage moved to evade its path in peace, not because of its luxurious design which signified it as either a noble's carriage or a merchant's, but because of the insignia that was imprinted onto its side, and the flag that blow atop its roof. A blue phoenix took flight against a white background-the insignia of the kingdom-something only the army, royalty, and people with ties to the royalty were allowed to wear with proudness.

In the end, it would be almost a crime if the people failed to make way for the carriage.

The carriage seamlessly drifted with the knight's protection as it advanced towards the southernmost inner area of the city. Finally, after the trotting of horses had reverberated through the city roads, it came upon a mansion.

Coming upon that mansion that shined so luxuriously as to sape the light from all the other noble building's, the carriage stopped in front of the gate. It waited patiently before the gates began to crack open with the small reverberating sound of moving metal.

Finally, two knights-that most definitely belonged to the owner of the mansion-welcomed the carriage inside.

Going through the small trial that passed under the overlapping trees that blocked off the sunlight and only let a small cove of it through, the carriage reached a half circular area just in front of the mansion's doors.

Stopping; the knights finally rested easily as they descended down from their horses, lined aside the carriage's door that faced the mansion, and opened the enclosure in an efficient manner.

Maria and Ais descended down the carriage-neither of which surprised by the grandeur of the mansion, after all, they had lived within a castle ground.

However, Maria could still admire it as, although it didn't compare to the royal castle's visage, it held its own charm.

Walking steadily as her guard followed behind, she reached the door that had swung open as two figures welcomed her. A middle-aged man and a fairly young looking woman.

They both held a head of black hair; the women's long and fluffy and reaching down her simple one-piece dress, and the man's a short and well-kept hairstyle that matched the casual wear of a black shirt and black pants he wore.

However, even in their plain clothes, they each looked refined.

Maria's eyes had already turned a trace of gold as her eyes scanned over the two figures.

'Hmm?' She struggled to erase the surprise that flashed across her features.

The woman was not worth noting, but the man was something else.

[Name: Lambert Clover

Strength: A

Speed: A

Mana: F

Skills: Swordsmanship (S)

Overall: S]

Although his mana stat was extremely lacking beyond belief, it seemed his skills in swordsmanship had brazenly compensated for that. So much so in fact, that he managed to attain the overall rank of S.

'S rank swordsmanship.' Maria looked at the single plate.

She had read that skills undergo an almost extreme boost in power and application once they reached the rank of S. It was said that in the case of swordsmanship or any weapon arts for that matter, once a person reached S rank in it, they would be able to awaken and use the soul of the weapon to fight.