"Hey, Cyril! Please clean the stables as well!"
Cyril, who had just finished drawing water, immediately straightened his back. He was about to refuse because his hour of service as a new knight should have ended earlier, but another task had just been assigned to him. The senior knight who was supposed to do it had disappeared, leaving Cyril with a new task.
"What's wrong with discrimination? I already feel like a slave and I've only been here a month!" Cyril complained. He threw down the wooden bucket used to fill the stone buckets carved near the well. The servants would use the water later. But it was the knights who took turns filling them.
