The next day. . .
Dimitrin watched as Travis unleashed his War Sight and retracted it slowly. These are the first steps to controlling the War Sight. The output would need a valve, to be adjusted easily. This would need practice.
As Travis focused he couldn't help but ask, "What exactly does this do?"
"I suppose it's not obvious. You release this type of pressure. Similar to killing intent, it forcefully suppresses the strength of anyone affected by it. In fact even Lord Flinnder and I felt it. Although it wasn't a major effect. I would assume that those of similar strength would suffer more. Those who are weaker would most likely be unable to fight back, some may even drop dead on the spot." Dimitrin explained,
Travis' eyebrows raised, "Mind giving a rough estimate on how much you were affected?"
Dimitrin pondered for a moment before replying, "I would assume less than five percent, however I hadn't attempted to push back. If anything this was the effect of me letting it run rampant. If I had used around half my strength I would say less than one percent."
Travis was surprised. While 5-1% didn't sound like much, it was important to note that Dimitrin and Flinnder were leagues above his strength level. If they were effected by it even just a little bit, its effects would be monstrous!
Travis continued to focus on controlling his War Sight. He was getting the hang of it, but a small bump in concentration caused it to erupt to full power. So he continued making small talk, to train focusing on other things while using his War Sight, "Dimitrin, you are far stronger than me. Why didn't Flinnder choose you as his Champion?"
"Because you fulfill the requirements of a Champion."
"So why wouldn't you be chosen?"
"Only those at a certain level are qualified, I have long since surpassed that point. You have not. "
Travis' War Sight ran rampant again. Making him surprised as he tried to forcefully calm it. He then continued, "Do War Sights run on any particular energy source. Similar to how many spells and skills run on mana."
Dimitrin shook their head, "Unless your War Sight was created with a limit in power, the only thing stopping you from using it is your concentration. If your head is muddled and slow enough, you'll find yourself unable to unleash your War Sight."
"So I could let it run for weeks?"
"I don't know many capable of keeping a calm mindset for weeks straight."
Travis could agree, at most he could keep a steady mindset for two days in game if he pushed it. He could stay awake for three if he really wanted to, but a steady mindset would be out of the question.
"The Seer mentioned about Lord Flinnder being lucky. Is this a constant thing?"
"Lord Flinnder is indeed an incredibly lucky man. That is the main reason he inherited the majority of his father's wealth and property."
"What was his father like?"
Dimitrin's eyes looked distant as they answered, "Lord Tevis was an extraordinary man. He single handedly rose the family position from the Baron title to Marquees. He began to aim for the Duke title, but was assassinated by his jealous adversaries."
Dimitrin began to reminisce in the past. . .
Back when Dimitrin was much younger Lord Tevis visited his village. He was searching his territory for a candidate. Yet because of his smaller title, his territory wasn't large. It was at this small village he noticed Dimitrin training with a stick. Dimitrin wasn't very skilled. Many of the strikes failed to hit, their posture was off and full of openings. Yet Dimitrin carried a fire in their heart.
Lord Tevis walked over to Dimitrin, "Young one, what is your name?"
Dimitrin looked over and was shocked to see the Baron in their village. Immediately they bowed respectfully and replied, "My name is Dimitrin! I apologize for not noticing your majesty's presence earlier!"
Lord Tevis laughed, "I would be quite shocked if you noticed earlier. Tell me, why are you training?"
Dimitrin's face lit up, "I wish to be a knight! I wish to protect my village and kingdom with my own hands!"
"Oh? How is that going?"
Dimitrin's happy attitude immediately fell, "I am constantly turned down because I am too young."
Lord Tevis chuckled, "Indeed you are. Tell you what, I'll give you this old sword of mine. Train well and I am sure you'll join the knights in no time!"
Lord Tevis pulled out an old steel sword. It was in fine shape, the only bad this was that its edges were dull. Yet a young Dimitrin's eyes sparkled at the sword. Upon picking it up they found it to be heavier than the stick they usually used.
Lord Tevis laughed at this, "Good luck young one. I will be heading off."
Dimitrin bowed, "Thank you for your generosity!"
And so, Dimitrin trained with the steel sword for years. They joined the army to gain proper training, and spent time dedicating themself to becoming a knight.
Eventually they succeeded, becoming a royal knight. They protected a new Baron, for Lord Tevis had become a Viscount.
After hundreds of years serving as a Knight. Dimitrin began to grow a bit of dissatisfaction for their Baron. The Baron was rotten scum, treating their people as toys. Becoming stingy with their money and raised taxes. Dimitrin had to send most of their own pay for the village to survive.
Dimitrin planned to assassinate the Baron, knowing that if they failed the only outcome was death. Yet with their village suffering, and many more. They steeled their heart and proceeded.
After weeks of planning Dimitrin struck. However they had severely underestimated the strength of a Royal and was beaten severely.
Normally the treason would have ended with an execution on the spot, however due to Dimitrin being a once loyal knight a trial needed to be held. By a royal of one position above.
Dimitrin was in chains and was forcefully kneeled in front of Viscount Tevis. Tevis eyed Dimitrin and asked, "What caused you to betray the very thing you swore to protect?"
Dimitrin answered honestly, "I swore to protect the royals and the kingdom. However I believe that my Baron is destroying the very kingdom I swore to protect. So I did as any loyal knight should."
The Baron began to screech, "Hah! A mere knight believes they could assassinate royalty? Laughable! I ought to destroy that village you came from. That place is a harm to this kingdom, especially if they raise troublesome individuals as yourself."
Dimitrin was overcome with rage, "I will not let my village be slaughtered by scum such as yourself!"
A golden sword formed and shot towards the Baron. However Lord Tevis flicked a finger and offset its course. A look of interest on his face.
Lord Tevis began to speak, "To attack a royal again, in front of me nonetheless. I will personally handle you."
The Baron smirked, "Hmph! It serves traitors like you right."
Once the trial was cleared Lord Tevis approached Dimitrin, who was locked in a cell. He knocked on the bars to get their attention and spoke, "I will give you a chance for freedom. Become my champion, and serve as my personal guard."
Dimitrin had lost hope for their village. So their own life mattered not, "I will not suffice, even if I continue I will hunt that Baron until he is dead."
Tevis laughed, "Worry not about such things, I am fully aware of the corruption. The trial provided an opportunity to expose and rid my territory of him. His existence is no longer an issue."
Dimitrin looked up in shock, "You mean-!"
"Correct, your village is safe Dimitrin. Now, will you serve as my guard and aim to become my Champion?"
Dimitrin bowed, "Of course Lord!"
Dimitrin was then trained, their War Sight was fully awakened and gained the upper hand during the tournament. Lord Tevis moved to Earl position and Dimitrin became his personal guard. This was so for several hundreds of years.
Tevis moved to the Marquees position and had two offspring. Dimitrin continued to serve wholeheartedly until tragedy struck.
The manor they lived in was on fire. Cloaked individuals surrounded the room Tevis remained inside. Dimitrin was at his side, a golden sword in hand. Tevis face was grim, blood covered his body. Dimitrin was in worse shape, the assassins were skilled. Their food had been poisoned and made them extremely weak. Unable to fight at full potential they were overwhelmed and had to retreat.
Tevis' eyes cleared, "Go, protect my children. Although I wish not for my time to end here. I can buy you time."
Dimitrin's head snapped towards Lord Tevis, "But Lord! We can make it out!"
"Who are you trying to fool Dimitrin. Go, protect my son. For he will inherit the family, he will need someone to help him. Now go! This is an order!"
Dimitrin gripped the sword tightly before kneeling, "I thank you! I thank for the second chance you have given me! I thank you for all you have taught me! I shall repay this debt by protecting your son at the cost of my life!"
Tevis smiled, "Thank you too Dimitrin, for being by my side all this time. I can buy you five minutes. Be sure to escape."
"Yes!"
Dimitrin escaped from the burning manor. Meeting up with the other knights tasked with protecting the children. Taking command they retreated to another property. They lived in quiet for a few years.
A young looking Flinnder tidied his suit, "I have a duty now Dimitrin. I will become a Duke, and get revenge on those who murdered my father. I hope you will remain by my side for this."
Dimitrin kneeled, "I will be by your side always my Lord."
Flinnder smiled, "Then let's go."
Dimitrin smiled upon remembering the past. Now seeing Flinnder obtain a new Champion and follow in his father's footsteps.
Dimitrin sighed and looked into the sky. Melancholy slightly apparent on their face.