The War Of Gemstone: Owl & Flower
Crowd at the Beginning of the Day

Down a pair of stairs separated by a fireplace. Although separated, the two steps have the same end of purpose.

With his little legs, he went down one by one the stairs carefully. He did not want the incident of his first sister, Nina who was too excited to slip and fall from the stairs happened to him. Faye imagined her brother's entire body scarred by his own recklessness.

It was still half a rung of stairs, but Faye had already heard moans and growls coming from the main hall. He found Rynn reading a book on the table with one hand pressing on her stomach.

Faye pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Rynn. He was surprised to see so many books on the table. If you read all the books lying at the table continuously, it may take up to late afternoon. The girl looked at Rynn's frowning face as she read a book. “What's up?”

Rynn closes the maroon-coated book with the fancy title of gold ink inscribed, ‘Acts Gerera and Arwel.’

“The story of this book sucks.” His tone rose, his gloomy face turned red. “Why Gerera did not help Arwel escape and instead let Arwel be killed by Miriar, this cruel traitor.” Rynn advocated her lower lip and placed the book slightly hard on the table.

“Princess Gerera fled because Prince Arwel forced her. Arwel did not want their baby in Gerera's stomach to be hurt by Miriar's rebellion. That's an exciting conflict in my opinion,” explained Faye.

Rynn bent his neck backwards and sighed. “Just keep this story boring. My mood got ugly because of this book. Should I burn it?”

“I let you enter the magic workshop, not that you can be free to do as you please.” Faye reminded.

A foul fragrance like a Terenna-made potion spread out from the kitchen. The Black Knight carried two plates in his hand and presented them to Faye and Rynn. The unpleasant aroma came from something that was charred black and exploded. “Please enjoy, Miss Faye.”

Faye tried scooping the hardened black liquid and clinging tightly to the plate like glue. At that time Faye realized that cooking was not the skill of the Black Knight. Of course, the foolish Rynn scooped up a solid piece of form as black as the knight's armor. Perhaps his unbearable hunger made the girl's sense of smell and sight deteriorate.

Rynn devoured him impatiently. It sounded very clear gnashing his teeth that were chewing on that suspicious hard object. Faye had no interest in guessing what kind of food ingredients the Black Knight used when cooking, she was more interested in seeing what kind of expression Rynn would show.

After chewing it with great difficulty, the girl swallowed it. The girl's face blackened, her tears of suffering flowing. Rynn got up from his chair while sticking out his black tongue.           

Faye knew Rynn wanted a glass of water, but seeing her black tongue sticking out, her tears dripping and her body swaying indistinctly was an interesting sight in Faye's eyes.

The Black Knight immediately gave Rynn a glass of water. Archie stood on the third rung of the stairs from below and saw the commotion. “Are you okay?” the man asked Rynn, who was relieved after gulping down a glass of water.

Rynn wiped her mouth with her tunic arm. “Thank you, Blackie, you have saved my life.” He was panting like he was running around the forest.

“He also made you almost die,” said Faye.

Archie pulled out a chair and sat down against the fireplace. “Do not behave like that to your own friend,” he said advising Faye.

The knight immediately prostrated. “I'm sorry, Miss Faye. I thought I could make breakfast for the lady and the others. I am ready to accept any punishment,” the man said firmly.

“Not necessary. I'd rather you make breakfast for Rynn every morning,” Faye said.

“You're evil!” Rynn's lips curled and her hands folded.

“The word of people who want to burn books belonging to others just because they do not like how the story ends,” said Faye while giving a cold look.

Archie is most normal among others - in a special sense, trying to calm himself down. Recalling his ethical lessons when in a stressful situation. Archie touched his left chest with his right hand, closed his eyes as he took a deep breath and exhaled.

After his mind and soul calmed down, Archie offered to make him breakfast. He mustered his deep knowledge as a Lanvinder who must master many things.