“I have,” Sir Dorian said.

  “There was a time when a King of Aldnd executed an Iyrman,” Sir Merrick said.

  “Three,” said the Iyrmen, and the Half Elf who had been poking fun of the Knight.

  “Excuse me?” Sir Merrick asked.

  “It wasn’t one Iyrman which was killed that day,” Aizaban said. “It was three. Akrat. Timothy. The unborn child.” Her eyes fshed dark towards the Knight. Of course Aldnd had their own version of the story, at least, those who actually dared to speak the tale.

  “Right,” Sir Merrick said, clearing his throat. “The King executed the three Iyrmen for treason-“

  “King Solomon the Wise executed the Iyrmen because they dared to break a w in the capital city, which was to step into the inner city with their ons,” Aizaban said, her voice firm and clear.

  “Iyrmen ot it treason within Aldnd, because we are not Aldish,” Lanban said.

  “We are Iyrmen, and have never been, aren’t, and will never be, under Aldish rule.”

  It was quite rude to interrupt someone during their tale, but it was far ruder to lie about Iyrmen, and so the Iyrmen had to correct the matters.

  “Right,” Sir Merrick said. “The King had executed the Iyrmen uhe pretext of treason, and thus began to the war between Aldnd and the Iyr.”

  “You’re missing quite a lot of text,” Adam said. “That particur tale is ohat was told to me on my way to the Iyr. I noticed how you downpyed what the King had done, so perhaps I should speak what I heard, and we see if it matches with what you said, even though you were already shown to be… missing a few details.”

  Adam had almost called the man a liar, but he realised he couldn’t make every Knight mad. Sir Merrick was someone from Red Oak, and Red Oak was going to be one of the few pces he wao be weled in, even if they did hate his pointed ears.

  Adam gowards Sir Harvey. ‘ht. I should probably be o him too.’

  Adam cleared his throat. “The Iyrmen and the Kingdom had signed a very specific treaty, one which retty much the same as which we had mentiohe Iyrmen and the Kingdom had been at war for so long, before the first real King of Aldnd formed a treaty with the Iyrmen, and had uhe nd, save for the Iyrmen, into his Kingdom.”

  “Many years ter, there was an issue to the north, a dragon and their Kingdom which had goo war. During this war, the Kio battle, and he fought well, but it was the Iyrmen which drove back the dragon before an Iyrman, a very specific Iyrman, killed the dragon, with the help of the Royal Guard which had goh him.”

  Adam narrowed his eyes. “Do you remember the name of the Iyrman, Sir Merrick?”

  “I believe it was Akrat,” Sir Merrick said.

  “Son of Ikrat,” Adam said, nodding his head. “Do you recall the name of the young Iyrman who was executed by the King?”

  “I believe it was Akrat,” Sir Merrick said.

  “Son of Ikrat,” Adam said, nodding his head. “Funny that, they seem to have the same he King captured Akrat, and called for his execution. The King was warhat he should not break the treaty, but he still broke it, because he thought he could get away with it. So, when the King broke the treaty which his grandfather had signed, what happened?”

  “The Iyrmen came, sughtering vilges, and wiped out several towns,” Sir Merrick said. “Red Oak was under siege too, for some time.”

  “Yes,” Adam said. “Then the Ki for battle, his forces outnumbering the Iyrmen five to one, or so. The Iyrmen brought their oldest, and the King’s force was full of young men, and those in the prime of their life. Then they duelled, ten of the greatest warriors from each side, a, none of the Iyrmen lost. So the King, looking to the elderly Iyrmenumbered, surrendered.”

  “What a preposterous story,” Sir Dorian said, staring at the Half Elf. “Do you expect me to believe that?”

  “Sir Merrick, isn’t that the tale?” Adam asked. “Or have I spoken a lie during my ret?”

  “I did not hear that the Iyrmen brought their old, nor that they were outnumbered.” Sir Merrick had heard the tale before, but there were a few statements Adam made which he hadn’t heard before.

  “That is not the tale I have heard,” Sir Dorian said.

  “It is known as the Sed Bckwater Crisis in your nds,” Jurot said. “The Sed Bckwater Crisis is what occurred ter, whereaty was remade, though you know of it as the Third Bckwater Crisis.”

  “The tale which I have heard is that of the war between giants and the Kingdom,” Sir Dorian admitted.

  “First Frost War,” Jurot said, nodding his head. “We know of it.”

  “I’ve never heard your tale before,” Sir Dorian said, gng towards Sir Merrick. “It must be a tall tale of the Iyr. Who would believe such madness?”

  “We Iyrmen do not lie,” Jurot said.

  “Those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it,” Adam said, staring at the Knight. “You should figure it out before you go around swinging your sword, or you’ll make a grave mistake.”

  Sir Dorian narrowed his eyes at the Half Elf. “As if I’d believe the words of a Half Elf. It’s a lovely tale to tell to the Iyrmen children, but the Iyrmen should be careful.”

  “We still possess the a sword of Kal Bkvatr, Drakkensyer,” Jurot said, though he looks from both Aizaban and Lanban.

  “I very much doubt it,” Sir Dorian said. “The Bcksword remains at the King’s side, as it always has.”

  “That was not the inal bde of your King’s family,” Jurot said. “That was a bde won by the King’s Sword of the time during the Bckwater Crisis.”

  Sir Dorian shook his head. “As I have said, Iyrman, it was a lovely tale to tell your children.”

  Jurot narrowed his eyes, g his fists. “We Iyrmen do not lie.”

  “The story is true enough,” Paul said, gng to Sir Merrid Sir Enna. “I’m sure you two know about the tale, sidering your towns.”

  “I’ve heard the tale well enough, though it appears I don’t know it was well as the Iyrmen,” Sir Merrick said. “Red Oak was one of the first territories to reach out to the Iyrmen, so we know some of their most popur tales, though I’m sure there are differences between what is told in our walls and the walls of the Iyr.”

  “I’ve heard the tale too,” Sir Enna said, her voice low. “We uand that though the King raise a few huhousand soldiers, the greatest fighting force is that of the Iyrmen.”

  Adam smiled.

  “The greatest fighting force is the Iyrmen?” Sir Doriaed. “Impossible.”

  “Impossible?” Adam asked.

  “Sir Dorian, you are a great warrior, one of the best in your eown, but could you defeat me?” Sir Merrick asked.

  “I ot,” Sir Dorian admitted. “I would dare not suggest I could.”

  “I am the Seventh Branch of the Oakguard, one of the top fifteen warriors iirety of Red Oak,” Sir Merrick said, gng towards Paul. “If I were to face either of the Silver Rank Iyrmen before us, I am certain I would lose.”

  Sir Enna nodded her head. “I would bet on the Iyrmen too, even if I were to face them.”

  “The average Iyrman is about as powerful as you, Sir Dorian,” Sir Merrick said. “You should be careful.”

  Sir Dorian stared at Sir Merrick. “That is impossible, isn’t it? I am an Expert, and I could defeat most warriors in this nd, though I am certainly g in parison to you.”

  “Do you know how many Mithril Rank and Gold Rank Adventurers are in the Iyr?" Sir Merrick asked. “There are very few who retire in Red Oak, in fact, I’m certain there are none currently, but in the nds beyond ours, many Iyrmen never return, some of them still living, and most Steel Rank her.”

  “Adventurers are Adventurers,” Sir Dorian said. “They are no match for Knights.”

  Jurot stood, g his fists tight as he gred down at the Knight.

  “Sit down,” Aizaban said, causing Jurot to drop immediately. “Do not be bothered by an ignorant boy’s cims.”

  “You should be careful, Iyrman,” Sir Dorian said, gring at Aizaban.

  Adam raised his brows. ‘Did I find someone more foolish than me?’ He almost let slip a smile.

  “Why should I be careful?” Aizaban asked.

  “If you spit on my pride as a Knight, I will have to challenge you to a duel,” Sir Dorian said.

  “You have called we Iyrmen liars, and you are saying we spit on your pride?” Aizaban tilted her head, mogly. She ighe look Paul had thrown her way, instead smirking at the Knight.

  “There is nothing wrong with lying to your young in order t praise to your aors, but we should be careful not to spread sutruths to the rest of the world.”

  Jurot stood again. “If you will tio shame us with your words, then I will accept your challenge.”

  Adam stood too, which caused the Knights to stand up, followed by the rest of the Iyrmen, and finally Dunes, who art of Fate’s Golden, and had been listening ily to the versation.

  Dunes and Sir Frederick had been enjoying the tale, one which they had heard before. Dunes, being a Priest of Arya, had heard a tale most simir to Adam’s, and Sir Frederick, from Eagle Wing, had heard a different tale.

  “Enough!” Sir Harvey called, remaining one of the three sitting. “I said enough, damn it! If you two keep ag up, I will kick the pair of you out!”

  “What did I do?” Adam asked ily.

  “You started this by calling him a fool,” Sir Harvey said.

  "He started it by ag like one."

  "It was unprovoked."

  "So was him trying to draw his swainst me."

  "Enough!” Sir Harvey shouted. “This will be the st time, do you uand?” The High Alchemist’s eyes fell to Paul. “You were the oo vouch for him, Vice Master.”

  “Now you’re trying to bme Paul?” Adam said, before recalling Paul’s title. “The Vice Master, really? Which, definitely not a fool, was the o along someone who had the balls to call an Iyrman a liar after being warned?”

  "You!” Sir Harvey growled, before he stood and clutched his walking stick tightly. “Didn’t I already warn you?”

  “Why didn’t you open your trap when someone was calling an Iyrman a liar?" Adam asked, raising his brow. "You are so happy to defend some foolish Knight, but not the savage Iyrmen, is that right?"

  "It is no crime to call an Iyrman a liar," Sir Harvey said.

  "Even though Aizaban was trying to stop the situation from esg, you didn't open your mouth to stop the fool yht along from tinuing the fight!" Adam decred.

  "Dish a ypically meah,” Sir Harvey said. “I have been tolerant enough.”

  "Do you think I'll just sit down all quiet when most of my party is made up of Iyrmen?” Adam asked. “Have you fotten that most of the people here are Iyrmen too?"

  Sir Harvey gnced around quickly, swallowing slightly. He looked to Paul, who would remairal for now.

  "Due to the King’s Law, all these Iyrmen could sy the lot of you, and they’d go home to be judged,” Adam warned. “What would the Iyr do when they hear that their people were being sndered and a great Sir of Red Oak allowed it to happen? What do you think their punishment would be if they state they were defending their honour? I’m sure it’d be the same if Sir Dorian slew me and stated the same thing.

  "They would never be able to leave the Iyr," Sir Harvey said.

  "The Iyr is such a lovely pce, but what about the after life?" Adam asked. "Are you in such a rush to die?"

  The Vice Master finally sighed. “We should stop here,” he said in the Iyrman’s tongue.

  The Iyrman, and Adam, dropped down.

  "Do you really think-" Sir Harvey began.

  "Yes," Paul said. "I really do think it , and will, end here after everything that's happened.”

  The Vice Master rubbed his forehead, shaking his head. “Do you know how much paperwork I would be sed under having to expin the deaths of four Nobles? I would lose my position, and I’d have to retire to the Iyr.” He paused, thinking about how lovely that sounded. “I’m still too young for that.”

  To him, it retty evident who would lose the battle, and the Iyrmen had no qualms about killing any of the Knights, nor the High Alchemist if he was going to shame them.

  All the while, Jonn remained sitting, having been watg the eime. ‘This Half Elf is fug crazy! He really had the balls to piss of a bunch of o their faces?’ He was stone faced under his mask, but his entire body had been tense.

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