They Need To Respect

Meanwhile, in the place where the red knights were practicing, there had been an uproar. Which involves people who are not part of the chivalrous family. 

"What did you just say?!"

"Are your ears so malfunctioning?"

"How dare anyone like you guys!"

There was a showdown there.

The sun was not too hot that day. In fact, the breeze made the atmosphere beautiful. However, the relaxed air did not apply in the vast field where the knights trained. In fact, the atmosphere was a bit 'hot' because of the fight that started from a fight between the red knight and ordinary people. 

They are divided into two groups. Face each other and stare fiercely. If the gaze can kill, there must have been casualties there. 

"Don't act on you guys!" A vigorous young man threw his fist at a knight.

The knight was delayed by one step due to a sudden surprise, but he soon regained his footing. Without pulling the wooden sword hanging from his waist, the knight fought back.

They got into a fistfight. The young man desperately avoided it. Although he can be regarded as agile, his movements are the movements of an amateur, in contrast to the red knights who have received regular training.

The young man mounted the easel and prepared to withstand the oncoming attack. He thought he should at least give the knight one more blow. At that time, however, he miscalculated. In fact, the knight even lowered his body and kicked the young man's leg.

The young man fell down with his buttocks hitting the ground heavily. However, he soon got up and mounted the easel again.

"How dare you!" The knight he was fighting smiled, grinning while clenching his fists.

The fight spread like a flame. The commotion caused them to the point of attracting the attention of a high-level nobleman who happened to pass by with his bodyguards.

"What's that fuss?" muttered Vincent.

The commotion instantly subsided as the people noticed the presence of King Vincent. People were silent in their respective places. The knight who pointed the sword, the young man who was still raising his fist in front of the face, was also a man who grasped the gravel as a weapon to attack a red knight who was caught off guard.

They seemed to freeze. 

"Gr-greetings to the light of the imperial sun, King Vincent Dragonhart!" said a knight with a slight stammer, then followed by people who had been silent.

"Greetings to the light of the imperial sun, King Vincent Dragonhart!" they all exclaimed loudly.

Vincent nodded. His golden eyes swept across the entire field. They all bowed their heads and maintained an attitude of respect for him as a king. However, their hearts say very different things. 

[Tch. What is the king doing here, of all the places that exist?]

[The king who only knows to read his comfortable library, what does he think he does in a place like this?]

[Did he become arrogant because of his performance yesterday?]

[He is too gentle despite having some kind of strength. I don't know what he's really thinking!]

[What would happen to the kingdom if the king was too mushy like this....]

The king floated a faint smile that matched his gentle and calm image. He turned away without caring about the piercing gazes of his subordinate soldiers. They only dared to insult him from behind. 

[I must quickly gain the respect of these entire soldiers. Or they won't take orders from me seriously later.] Vincent glanced at them once more.

Vincent couldn't really hear their inner voice. Judging from the expressions and gazes that the knights had secretly addressed to him, the king could know any thoughts that could not be spoken. 

His presence there was not well received. 

It is not appropriate for a lowly warrior like them to make fun of a king who has absolute strength. The normal recompense for an offence like this is usually the death penalty. However, Vincent has no intention of doing so to his subjects. He prefers to leave them with their own thoughts. And came with proof to the point of silencing those people's mouths at the end. 

"Let's go, Clark. It seems that my knights are focusing on their practice, to the point of not being interrupted by anyone like this." Vincent said as he turned his body, walking ahead of Clark who instantly stared at the knights and commoners who had previously fought.

"Come on," Vincent murmured again.

He seemed to force Clark, who still wanted to glare at those less polite people, to leave as well. 

Before actually turning around, Vincent glanced at the people who had begun to raise their faces. His gaze was so sharp that it was as if he could slash something with his eyes. And, that sharp gaze that was only a moment was able to make people freeze.

[What was that just now?]

[Did I just see it wrong?]

They were all astonished. However, the people who were there, both red knights and commoners, agreed that it was not the gaze of a nerd who knew only about reading in his peaceful library. It was more precisely like the gaze that a person who was ready to do anything would have, for the sake of fighting for something important to himself.

Vincent and Clark left that field while the men were still frozen.

And on his way back into the palace, the king realized that someone had been observing him secretly. That feeling he felt naturally, just like instinct.  

Vincent paused for a while, he glanced back only to make sure that it wasn't just his feelings. 

"Is there anything, Your Majesty?" asked Clark who was astonished that Vincent suddenly stopped. 

Vincent shook his head, "No. It's nothing," he said, before turning around and continuing their pace. 

[It's unmistakable that someone has been watching me since leaving the training ground just now.] Vincent murmured in his heart. His gaze turned very wary. 

[But who is he really?] 

However, he is not yet convinced that he will share these concerns with Clark. Therefore, Vincent just continued to walk straight forward with footsteps that kept his authority. However, apparently Vincent couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of feeling watched by someone from a certain distance until he glanced back several times. Clark realized this, but the king's adjutant just kept silent. He thought, if it was indeed an emergency, King Vincent would immediately notify him sooner or later.

[You're indeed great, Vincent. It's just this kind of thing you realized very quickly. If that's what I used to be, it's impossible to realize something like this.] 

James' soul in Vincent's body was once again amazed at the greatness that this young king possessed. He thought it would be helpful to have this kind of sensitivity in his past life. 

[If that happens, am I not going to die and won't experience all these things?] 

The young king had a troubled smile on his face. Although the smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. He shook his head to restore the thought that had been wandering incoherently. 

[Ah, what are you thinking about, James! Now you are Vincent, and the destiny that has passed cannot be changed. However, you can change the future.]

Vincent clenched his fists. 

"We have to hurry up, Clark. There is still a lot to do from now on." 

However, after saying that, Vincent actually stopped and suddenly turned around while pulling out the sword from the sheath.