Memories That Comes

"Father, look at me successfully getting a perfect score. The teacher praised me, Father." Little Vincent ran to Alois, who was drinking tea in his room. 

"You're being disrespectful, Vincent. Didn't your ethics teacher teach you that running is not allowed for a prince? You showed a rude attitude to ignore your uncle, Grand Duke Henry." 

Alois said coldly, his eyes staring intently at Vincent, which frightened seven-year-old Vincent. He looked at his father's face and then Henry. 

The cold in the room was dangerous for him, who was a prince. He has always been required to do many things and be perfect. His father once said that the blood of the king is the blood of the descendants of gods. 

Vincent bowed. He had to act now for his father's gentle caress to come to him.

"I'm sorry, Grand Duke Henry, for being disrespectful and interfering with this precious leisure time." Vincent braced himself while closing his eyes. 

"Just call uncle, you are my nephew." 

"But he has to understand that you are an honorable man, Henry." Alois said with a sardonic look at his son. 

"Yes, it's okay. We are a family, the family will consider it unimportant." Henry gave Vincent a smile, his big hand rubbed Vincent's head gently. 

That was the beginning of Vincent just calling the page on Grand Duke Henry. He thought that their relationship was very close. If he is with Henry, Alois will praise him more often, making Vincent even more happy to follow the advice of Grand Duke Henry.

The vision was getting fainter and fainter, and Vincent opened his eyes. The minimal light in the room made Vincent take a few seconds to realize that he was dreaming. 

Vincent sat on his bed. 

"That's your memory?" asked Vincent himself. He rubbed his face, realizing that it was still night. 

With messy pajamas and messy hair, Vincent walked to the center of the room. There were two long sofas with tables made of thick crystals. 

Vincent sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. To his right he had a small table with wine and also a special glass. Vincent directly poured half the wine and drank it while calming himself from the memory that entered continuously. 

"Since childhood, you have been affected." Vincent said when the lip of the glass touched his lips, then he drank the wine, letting the sweetness erase the bitterness of the night. 

**

"King Vincent?"

Clark called Vincent. This is the second time he has called him. Clark, who was wearing a black uniform with a little red on his uniform, was holding a document in his hand. 

"What's the matter?" 

"Have this schedule to look at the training ground." Clark put the documents on Vincent's desk. "This is a record of the festival, King Vincent. Just now I met Liam, and he suddenly had to go to face the problem in his preparation." 

Clark explained quickly. Vincent nodded. He touched the document but did not open it. Leaving him on the table because, as Clark said, he had to leave immediately to the training ground of the knights.

**

They had already arrived at the training ground and immediately the knights, who were aware of their king's arrival, stopped moving. 

"Continue." Vincent's remarks instantly made the knights continue their training again. As for Newt, he went straight to Vincent. 

Now all things must be reported to Vincent, who is the supreme command holder. 

"Soon the knight festival will take place, is there any input from the team?" asked Vincent. His eyes couldn't escape the training of the knights that were going on in front of him. 

Newt thought for a while.

Knight festival activities occur once every three years. The festival is a form of strengthening the bond and competitiveness of the royal knights. Not only that, for those who want to apply to become knights, this is a shortcut for them to be glimpsed by even royal knights or kings. Ordinary citizens can get scholarships and become knights, they can get a high salary. 

There are two races going on. That is a race between the official knights of the kingdom comprising black, red, and white knights. 

The black knight served in the kingdom's security, and the leader was Newt, while the red knight, the three of them, were more often the three outside the palace. Those who secure the safety of the population, who act to provide a sense of comfort to the inhabitants of the Dragonhart kingdom.

As for the white knight, he differed slightly from the other two knights. Besides working in the kingdom, they also work in the name of God. they are more often in the temple and carry out security there. They are better known as holy knights. 

It can be said that although they are in the dragonhart kingdom, their absolute decision is in the hands of the supreme priest. 

This knight festival will make these three groups of knights fight, and bring a title of pride to their group. Three years ago, Newt had not yet become the commander of the black unity, and the one who brought victory was the holy knight. 

Then, another race can only be followed by people who are not official knights. Residents who do not have knight blood in their families usually like to take part in this race, so their status can be high.

"Three years ago, there were a few nasty rumours I heard. If our knight is the weakest knight on the continent. I think we're just going through a lack of trust, King Vincent." Newt looked at Vincent, his eyes lit up politely. Vincent knew why Newt said that, because over the years his father—Alois took the lead, he never gave a decent welcome that could provoke a fiery spirit. 

"I understand what you mean, Newt. That's all?" asked Vincent again. 

"There is one more, my King." Newt looked hesitant to say it. His eyes paying attention around finally made him decide. 

What Newt said made Vincent's eyes widen. It's too incredible this mess.