Two days earlier….
(I lost.)
That short statement carried a lot of meaning to Heilis who had just finished his healing and regained his consciousness from the match against a mortal. His pride had been shattered along with his body. Growing up combat skills and swordsmanship always came easy for him so much that by the time he reached sixteen he had already surpassed his elder brothers in combat. His father was the revered Sword Saint, a war hero who had many accomplishments under his name as a result he had started to unconsciously take it for granted that he was destined for great things like him. In his mind deep down Heilis had almost started to believe it was only natural that he would be the best since his father was one of the best, he acted as if martial talent was genetically inherited like elven magic but the world was not that kind, after reaching twenty year which was rather a short amount of time for elves who had very long lifespans Heilis had already been appointed captain of the king's army, the youngest to hold that title in elven history.
His popularity sky rocketed and all that slowly but surely went into his head and his prowess became stained by too much arrogance. That all changed a year later when a mortal came. After facing Karlmine in his forte and losing he was dealt a huge traumatic blow but at the same time a feeling arose deep within him, a feeling he had almost forgotten. It was the feeling he used to feel towards his father, the feeling of admiration. In that split second before he was utterly defeated, he saw it the beauty of that almost otherworldly swordsmanship that had earned a mortal the title of Sword God, it was a known and undeniable fact that humans were inferior to most intellectual races in terms of strength, speed and magical traits even their lifespan was dismally low compared to most species. They were a weak species whose only power was in their great population but a weak mortal through an unyielding spirit and hard work managed to surmount that huddle and become the best swordsman Heilis had ever seen.
All this was the reason Karlmine got a knock at his door in the middle of the night.
"It is you huh?"
He spoke that when he opened the door, he already knew who was at the door by his scent but he still had to say it.
"Apologies for disturbing you Sir."
With a bowed head, Heilis responded respectfully.
(Hmm his atmosphere has changed and he smells different, this one might be an interesting one.) Karlmine could not help but smile which was something he did rarely.
"Pay it no mind but depending on why you disturbed me I might have to send you back to the infirmary."
His response was just apathetic.
"I have a request Sir."