In the world of Grace, 3 continents stood upon the entire world, with each having it's own slots of kingdoms and territories. From However, there were only 3 continents left from the original 5 with East and West, sinking from Holy War of Humanity against Gods.
From the southern Continent, a small nation stood tall. Unlike most nations, this was undoubtedly the smallest nation of the south, and yet it still boasted beauty and tranquility.
From each side of the nation, it boasted civilians all from different races. Beastmen, Elves, Human, and many more. All being under one flag, which was seen as an impossible task by the world.
The Nation of Rhodes
Inside the castle of Rhodes, stood it's gates, the inside filled with pristine and glowing marble walls and pillars, with the flag of Rhodes, a red flag with the dragon symbol, hanging upon them.
The corridor was quite large and long, the path being a red carpet, leading to the throne of the king. Inside the room laid the...Very very young king.
A young man, who seemed to have been blessed with youth and beauty, sat upon the throne. The red throne, furnished with a statue of a sleeping dragon at the back. The throne emits a regal and authoritic aura, and the one who sat upon it.
Even the young king's clothes was quite the style. Sporting an all black, military general uniform, fitted with black gloves and a white cape, accented by gold. He was quite the stunning man, which was complimented by his neatly combed white hair and yellow eyes.
From there, the young man, after the death of his father, would become one of the youngest kings in all of the 3 continents. The king of the smallest nation, Rhodes.
"...What seems to be the matter, Grian?" The asked his royal administrator.
The administrator. The one he calls his right hand man, and who handles the governmental affairs of the kingdom if the king was going on an expedition. The administrator wore an all black robe, complimentin his glowing skin, red eyes and black hair.
"The captain of the royal army wishes an audience with you, my lord." The administrator said with his foreverly etched smile on his face.
"Let them in. Allow them to speak their thoughts." The king said.
As ordered, with one hand signal from the administrator, the guards near the castle's gate opened the large double door. From there, the commander of the 1st division of the royal army approached, along with some of his devoted soldiers.
"Your majesty." The commander kneeled on one knee.
"Please, no need to kneel, Commander Corrin. State your thoughts and the reason for the audience." The young king ordered.
It was quite the sight. This was the rare times that an entire squadron under one commander had came to request an audience with the young king. Naturally, both him and the administrator had a hunch that this was just a setup for an uprising, but they still needed to prove it first.
"Your majesty...and Grand Administrator, Grian...I, Commander Corrin...hereby ask that you let go of the throne and hand it over to me!" He gladly mouthed out with confidence.
"Ho? You don't exactly expect me to comply to such demand, Corrin?" The young king rests his head in his hand that leaned against the throne's arm rest.
"No. But if I have to do so, I will take it by force! Men! Attack!" He ordered hastily.
"Seriously...to start an uprising and begin here? Of all places...Knights! Take up positions!" The young king ordered.
Suddenly, 2 individuals jumped out of nowhere, the force of their weapons being swung was enough to knock back a small group of the so-called resistance army led by Corrin.
One of the knights was a young female, wielding a lance to her right hand, and a trusty shield to her left, marked by the kingdom's dragon symbol. Her dark hair, matched by her white dress and armor that covered her entire body, let out an aura of a trusty and durable knight. Her out-going aura overhwhelmed the enemy.
Meanwhile, the other knight, which was a young male, wielded 1 large sword, held by both of his hands. Unlike the other one, his clothes let out a more diginified feeling, disciplined and practiced. His red hair, resembling that of fire and his armor, designed to resemble the robes of the church, he entered the battlefield with a composed manner.
"Are you okay, your highness!?" The female knight shouted with worry and excitement.
"No need to worry, Iris. Since you two have arrived. I trust this matter will be resolved easily." The young king spoke with confidence.
"Allow us to handle these traitor, my lord." The male knight said in a loyal tone.
"Then I leave to you, Grant. Please, escort out guests out of the castle." The young king ordered.
"As you wish/You got it!" The two knights said in Unison.
And so, the battle for the throne had begun. The young king only watched the battle unfold as his knights repel the entire force of the. Despite the lower numbers of just two knights against about 100 soldiers under Corrin's command, the knights had the upperhand.
Iris, held off and pushed back an entire chunk of the arm at a reasonable distance away from her, flinging about 34 men away, creating space. With that, her lance's tip opened as a core opened and began to charge up.
"Eat this, jerks!" She shouted, aiming the spear to the army. A powerful beam of concentrated water magic was fired from the lance.
The blast took out atleast 50 men that were within it's range, turning the army atleast a half of what it was. Meanwhile, with Grian, he hides his trump card for nowx relying on proper swordsmanshil techniques from a style he came up with.
His sword, acting both on offence and defence, grately numbed the enemy's attacks and were struck doen quickly. At the end of the fight, the knights won without a single scratch.
Wh-what the!? What is this!? How are your knights-"
"I do believe you lost this one, Commander Corrin?" The young king cuts him off.
"This isn't possible. Just two knights, beatig my elite army that I trained myself!? What did you do!?" He shouted at the young king.
"I didn't do anything. They achieved this strength on their own accord. Through hardwork. This was merely an opportunity for them to demonstrate their prowess." He said with confidence.
The revelation brought down Corrin to his knees. This was all a demonstration? To see how powerful his knights had become? To think, his own army would be wiped out by only two knights.
"What do we do with him, your highness?" Iris asked, in a rather unformal tone that is usually used to adress royalty, let alone a king.
"Imprison him for now. A wooden carriage and cage should ne enough for Commander Corrin." He replied, making Corrin angry.
"A mere wooden cage!? How dare yo-" Suddenly, his vision blurs out.
From behind Corrin, Grant had knocked him out by hitting the end of his sword's hilt against Corrin's neck, knocking him out instantly with the right amount of force.
"Are you sure a wooden cage will suffice, my lord? Wouldn't it be less secure for it to be all wooden?" Grian asked.
"A wooden cage will suffice for someone like him. Wouldn't you say so, Grian?" He said, making Grian realize what his majesty was planning.
"I see. Please, do as his majesty orders, Sir Grant. His majesty has plans for Sir Corrin."
"Mhm. As you wish then, my lord." Grant took a bow and left with the unconscious body of Corrin the swordsman.
"...You might be right, your majesty. The more I see it, the more it boggles me that Sir Corrin actually started this small revolt." Grian said, earning a nod from the king.
"I thought so too. His position is already highest in the military, just under my knights. His family is of high-status and his well respected among our men. Someone must've convinced him that he could do better than I." The king deduced.
"So, you hope his backers would rescue him. I'll inform the scouts to observe the escort." Grian said before taking a bow and leaving.
"I leave it up to you, Grian."
"Ummm...Your majesty, what do I do now?" Iris rubbed the back of her head in confusion and unserness on what to do next.
"Just rest and wait for now, Iris. We might be going on a little trip later."
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
TO BE CONTINUED