The insisting issues regarding the minotaurs in Hage seemed to start becoming more and more problematic, with more than just the local Black Bull squad being on the case. As it were, it seemed like just about anyone was being asked to help to keep the problem contained with traders being attacked along the main road, and whenever one of the creature got caught or cornered, another would just attack somewhere else. At this point, it was clear that they were no longer dealing with a singular entity as they had believed before. No, it was quite clear that these attacks were uncoordinated and caused by a multitude of these creatures. As such, they would need to collect as much data on the attacks and their locations as possible in order to establish a grid within which they could search, a place within which they could find where they came from.

Gawain had been here before, he had been dealing with a specific one of these beasts before. And at the time, he had believed that it was just the single one of them that had been causing issues. But he alone knew that that could not possibly be true, as the creature that had been causing trouble had been put to death by his own two hands. Or rather, by one of his spells. It was a death that was quick and painless, but mostly just quick.

Being tossed into the exact same issue again but with different people, the boy had been requested to look into the matter again as the first time he had gone about it, the attacks had at least stopped for a week or two. The truth of the matter was, he enjoyed it when other people took note of his work and didn’t notch it down as a personal vanity project. That said, the people that had openly done that didn’t have much in the way of any real work as a knight to fall back on to begin with, which severely weakened anything they had to say. But still, it was never nice to learn that there were people who saw your hard work and would stop at nothing to break it down, simply because it was yours and not theirs to claim. As a commoner joining the Silver Eagles, he had imagined he might run into some of that along the way, so to say that it had been entirely unexpected wasn’t really that much of a leap.

Whether those people liked it or not, there was no denying that he was the best of them. And at the age of fifteen, it really just showed that those who were a good deal older than him and contributed significantly less or nothing at all had no excuse for their tired worthlessness. And now here he was, aiming to help the town of Sosshi, aiding the local Black Bulls squad, as well as helping a member of the Purple Orcas in figuring out the ropes when it came to being a magic knight out in the field. After the dungeon they had cleared out together, the boy had come to like the guy. He was still learning how to go about everything as a knight, and even though he was older, he wasn’t being a condescending douchebag to the younger knight. As such, Gawain didn’t hate having the guy around and sharing in the glory they earned from completing missions and clearing dungeons. If anything, he enjoyed sharing them with someone he liked over just hoarding by his lonesome.

So when he arrived in Sosshi, instead of storming off on his own and going about his business, this time around, he would wait for the other to arrive so that they could go at it together. It wasn’t so much about him wanting to do right by other people by fixing their problems as quickly as possible, or him having to prove something to the people that had tagged along for his mission. This time, it was about seeing whether or not Kingsley was cut out for the job or not. After that however, it was likely that all of the previously mentioned factors would come back up too. But not before.



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