The Primordial Record novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53 Memories of The Fallen (2)

Rowan felt a headache coming on. The arriving battles were going to be harder as he could no longer one shot these creatures. Thankfully, he had a great weapon, and he knew his growing abilities would still make all these concerns meaningless soon enough.

Speaking about weapons, what happened to his shears? It occurred to him that he may have lost it during the chaos of the battle, and he had totally forgotten about it.

"I really need a skill on weapons care, can't go around losing my weapon and leaving them behind in a field of battle." Rowan knew it was not his fault, he did not grow up fighting battles, the only reason he was not a gibbering mess was because, in a manner, he was numb.

He had experienced too much in so little time, and he knew he needed a lot of quiet time to go through his garbage and work things out with himself.

The battle waits for no one. Rowan would forge on, until he succeeds, or he dies.

"Let's return to the manor, the compounds are not safe any longer." Rowan said. He recalled something and his eyes flashed, he turned to Maeve, "Walk with me."

When they were out of the ear shot of the Guardsmen, Rowan said, "Thanks for the save." Maeve cocked her head and her eyes lit up in understanding," It's my duty. My Lord."

"Yeah, about that. Can you stop calling me that? You should call me by my name."

Maeve smiled, "I dare not. This is how it has always been. Your status deserves every acknowledgement."

"I do not care so much about my status. Our relationship should have gone beyond the need to be separated by titles and whatnot."

"I understand Master. This goes beyond you and me. The Nobility would have my head if word gets to them that I stepped beyond my station."

"Nobles" Rowan scoffed. " I see no Nobles here in my time of need. I only see you and your effort." Rowan paused, "I want us to be friends. If I am going to die in this coming battle. I would rather it be beside a friend, not my servant."

Maeve was speechless, "My lord… Master… I can't. I am sorry, but there are rules I cannot break."

"Oh…. If that is the case…." Rowan's voice became forlorn.

Maeve hurriedly interrupted him, her voice flustered, "But I have always been your friend, my lord. That would not change. Even though I serve out of loyalty. With the years, I have grown… fond of you. If you are to fall in battle, master, your enemies must have stepped over both my broken body and my ghost"

An uncomfortable pause grew between them, before Rowan coughed his eyes flashed a bit of confusion before he buried it.

Maeve was clearly embarrassed, and he hurried to change the topic.

"So…um, How do you bring out tools and weapons from midair?"

"I don't actually pull anything from midair, My Lord. This is related to a unique ability of mine."