#FL: why are you hiring me as a knight. i sell cabbages. i don’t even know how to hold a sword

[loosingmoreletters]

so about that regressing saintess trope—

Cedric was sure he was making a fool out of himself in front of all of his Knights, but he couldn’t give up after coming so far.

“Your Grace,” his Knight Commander finally addressed him. “Is there a particular reason we are in this city?”

The Knight Commander had already served Cedric’s father. When his parents had died, the Knight Commander had cared for him as though Cedric were his own child. The Ashvain duchy’s reputation hit rock bottom when Cedric inherited it, and many of the servants could’ve left, but instead they stayed to support the child they now had to call their lord.

The least Cedric could do was insure they’d survive this time.

When he’d woken from his seizure, nearly ripped apart by his magic, he’d been granted the memories of a future undone, the continent ripped apart by monsters, their only saving Grace too weak to stand up against them as she was caught up in intrigues of the palace and her training stifled.

“There’s a woman here,” Cedric said. “Brown hair, brown eyes, plain looking. She sells cabbages.”

For half the price if my customer looked really poor, Your Grace! Ah, don’t tell His Highness I said that…

“A woman,” the Knight Commander repeated. “Your Grace, have you—“

“I do not have a lover,” Cedric cut him off. “I wish for you to make her your apprentice.”

The Knight Commander stared at him in disbelief. “Why?”

Because a year from now, they will proclaim her Saintess and the Temple and the Crown Prince will dress her in silk instead of armor.

But Cedric couldn’t say that without raising suspicion or seeming like mad man.

“Just trust me on this,” Cedric asked and took a look around the marketplace. All eyes were focused on them, and there, right in front of the temple, stood an unassuming woman with a stall full of vegetables, wearing a farmer’s garb and an apron.

If she would refuse to come with them, Cedric would damn well strip her himself and put her in armor. God’s most beloved daughter belonged in the battlefield and he’d drag her there himself if he had to.