Chapter 27. Attolis’ Secret II
Kailar quickly rose up and gasped for breath and wiped his face. He turned his head and watched the golden-haired knight apprentice emerge from the river water.
Sighing, Kailar walked to the edge of the river water.
“I… I… I… will definitely be there next time…” Attolis’ face reddened, cheeks the color of a spring rose. She was ashamed of her cowardly action shown thus far.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Kailar waved his hand and pulled off his clothing. “When facing a foe much stronger than you and you know you’re unable to defeat your opponent with bare strength, it’s much better to face them in the battle of wits as opposed to brute force. Don’t you think this is what fighting truly is, right? Intelligence. The most important thing needed to win in a battle.”
Kailar stripped himself off in a blink of an eye. They were all of the same sex so there was no need to be shy.
Blush quickly seared through Attolis’ cheeks. “You… you… despicable! You actually… you actually dare in front of a gi—“ She paused. “To actually strip in front of me… despicable! Quickly put your clothes on!”
Kailar paid no heed nor did he hear Attolis’ fuming complaints. He casually whistled about as he hung his wet clothes on the tree branches to dry.
“What’s wrong?” Kailar’s brows tightened. “Quickly take off your clothing. You’ll catch a cold regardless if it’s summer. No matter how strong you are, you aren’t immune to sickness. Take them off.”
“Did you receive medical knowledge from Merlin?” Asked Attolis.
This world’s knowledge of medical health was lacking and paled to compare to the modern world. At most, it could be compared to the Dark Ages when history lost all knowledge of the ancient world ‘till the coming of the Renaissance or the Age of Enlightenment.
At most, their medical knowledge was like that of a witch doctor.
Though the people of this world feared not the ghosts ‘nor gods, they don’t understand proper and basic hygiene etiquettes. It was truly a cause for concern. They believed in the natural cycle of life. They grow old and then they die. They don’t believe in diseases or that it’s synonymous with death.
Kailar shook his head and smiled bitterly. He’d suddenly realized the myriads of things he needed to do in the near future. The creation of an intelligence unit, the spread of medical knowledge, logistics, and management… ah, yes… he’d also need to teach math, reading, music, and art…
Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all.
After hanging his clothes overhead the tree branches, Kailar jumped into the river water and began swimming.
“Attolis, go and hang your clothes over there. Let’s go and catch a few fish underwater. Our lunch will be settled,” Kailar said.
“Kai, don’t you have magic to dry off clothes instantly?” Attolis asked, cheeks flushed the color of deep red.
“Huh?! ಠ_ಠ Why would I have that kind of skill?” Kailar shook his head and turned towards Gawain. “Hey, Gawain, hand me a dagger!”
“Sure!” Gawain tossed the dagger over.
Seeing Kailar and Gawain determined on hunting a few fish for lunch, the blushing Attolis bit her lips. “I’ll go and change my clothes.”
Kailar watched Attolis hide in the bushes far away. He sighed. There’d be dangers lurking over there but as he trusted Attolis’ strength, he did not stop her. Turning his focus back to the river water, Kailar stabbed numerous times.
Five or six fish wriggled as he threw them onto the bank.
On the other side, Gawain had been grilling the fish caught by Kailar. He expertly handled them all with ease, using another dagger to break the skin and remove its internal organs before sticking them onto wooden stick ready for grilling.
Kailar stopped when he thought he’d caught enough for 3 people. He tossed the dagger back into the bank while walking towards a bush.
“Hey, Attolis, time to eat,” He said, “Oh, after dinner, we’ll be on our way.”
Kailar lurched, gazing at the shaken Attolis.
Kailar blinked, unable to utter a word.