Kratia the Butler with Double T

Morning dawned with soft light sneaking in through Alan's bedroom window. The sound of gurgling rainwater from outside gives a calm feel in the morning. Alan opened his eyes, finding a room brightly lit by sunlight.

His cellphone signaled life with a notification ring. Alan took it, still half-awake from his morning sleep.

[Dewi]: "Good morning, Sir Alan! Are you awake?"

The message was sent at 6:40 am.

Alan opened the picture of the novel sent by Dewi with great enthusiasm. His eyes lit up seeing such stunning works of art. The cover image manages to capture the essence of the story beautifully, creating a strong visual appeal.

Crazy... can he really make a cover like this last night?

Alan looked at the cover in more detail

He could feel the combination of elements in the picture that fit perfectly with the feel of the story he wanted to convey.

[Alan]: "This… you did coma last night?"

That's what he replied, while waiting for Alan to reply, he continued to stare at the cover carefully, he was truly fascinated by the sight of the picture.

The fine lines and carefully chosen colors created the atmosphere of mystery and adventure that he wanted to include in his novels. The main character is clearly drawn, depicting his adventurous nature and personality with an impressive visual touch.

Background elements give depth and complexity to the image, creating an atmosphere appropriate to the storyline. Alan could feel that every detail in the image told a story, giving the impression that the image was not just a cover, but also an interesting visual story.

Then Alan looked back at Dewi's contacts and saw that she was offline.

Maybe he was resting... could it be possible that he didn't sleep last night...?

Alan shook his head.

Then he stood up and went downstairs and did his usual activities of having breakfast with his family

***

Brakk!

I fell because I was pushed by the orteg

"Ughh…"

"Kratia, you had good durability, but you wasted it."

I got up from the ground, and looked at Orteg with my whole body already tired and covered in sweat.

Swoosh!

Quickly, I launched myself at Orteg, then threw punches and kicks nimbly, showing off my well-trained fighting skills.

Orteg tried to dodge the attacks, but I continued to follow his movements with mesmerizing precision. While he was trying to defend, I found a gap in his defense and took the time to launch a series of sharp punches and accurate kicks.

Orteg's face showed disbelief as he struggled to respond to my speed and strength. This fighting practice sets the stage where every movement has meaning, and every action is followed by a rapid reaction.

Orteg's face was starting to get tired, but he didn't just give up.

With quick reflexes, he dodged several blows and responded with sharp counterattacks. The scene becomes a kind of organized dance, where the two opponents confront each other with their respective strengths and skills.

In that moment of tension, I detected a small weakness in Orteg's defense and quickly exploited it.

With a precise movement, I slid under the opponent's punch and infiltrated his right side. With one swift movement, I launched a series of punches towards his vital points.

Whoosh!

However, Orteg is not easy to beat. With the last remaining strength, he anticipated my final attack and managed to dodge it. While I was still gathering my balance, he seized the opportunity to launch a shocking counterattack.

Brakk!

I fell, crashing to the ground with a crash. Dust flew into the air the moment my body touched the hard surface.

"You have shown good progress," Orteg said with a friendly smile, as if giving encouragement.

I took a deep breath, "T-Thank you…"

Orteg swung his arms in a swift attack.

I responded with agile movements, dodging his blows with increasingly practiced dexterity.

Each attack and counterattack became part of an increasingly intense dance.

Sweat poured down my face, and my breathing became more labored. However, the spirit to keep moving forward guides my every move.

We engaged ourselves in passionate combat, risking everything on this training ground.

Brakk!

My body was once again knocked to the ground, but this time I quickly got back up. The pain throughout my body became a kind of training music, a reminder that every obstacle is an opportunity to grow and learn.

Orteg extended his hand as a sign of respect after the practice was over. "This is just the first test to show whether you are worthy or not, but it looks like you need a lot of practice," he said in a serious tone, while still maintaining a smile on his face.

I looked at him and nodded.

"You guys finished? "I brought tea," Elerona's voice emerged from the back door of the castle

"Thank you, Elerona," I said.

"Thank you, princess," added Orteg, nodding respectfully.

Elerona walked towards the table behind the castle and carefully placed two small cups of tea. The fragrant aroma of tea coats the air, creating a calming atmosphere after a tiring workout.

Orteg and I took our seats around the table, feeling gratified by the treat served by Elerona.

"Thank you, Elerona," said Orteg with a sincere smile.

Elerona nodded while smiling back. "So, what about Orteg? Kartia suits me side by side, right?"

"Hmm... yes, at least for now," Orteg answered in a thoughtful tone.

"Eh... does that mean Kratia is compatible with me?" I asked, feeling a little confused.

"As a Butler," said Orteg

I looked at Orteg with my eyes wide open. "Elerona's personal butler?"

Orteg smiled. "Elerona sees other potential in you, Kratia. As a Butler, you can utilize your fighting skills to protect and serve this family. And of course, there are still many things you can learn."

I thought about Orteg's words, trying to understand the new perspective he offered.

Then, Elerona jumped up and down happily, shouting, "Really!?" as if like a child who had just received a gift.

I laughed at Elerona's enthusiasm. "Yeah, yeah, I'll try. But I still want to involve myself in training and fighting, if possible."

Elerona nodded. "Of course, Kratia! You can be a powerful Butler and still be a great warrior!"

Orteg also smiled in agreement. "We will support you, Kratia. Whatever you choose, the important thing is that you are happy with your decision."

***

After a long day, I could finally lie down in the room provided for me and rest. This was a really surprising day for me because I haven't even been here that long, but Elerona trusted me so much that she made me her personal butler.

I pondered for a moment, digesting all the changes in my life. From a warrior to a butler, this is a very different role, but it also provides new opportunities and exciting challenges. In the quiet of the room, my thoughts drifted to a future full of secrets and adventure.

But... still, I still want to find out who I really am. From the start, I had the awareness of waking up in a tube filled with water. Ah, that's right... they have a library, don't they? I'll look for information about that.

I stood up from the bed, forcing my sore and tired body to go to the library in this castle. My steps may feel heavy, but my determination to find answers burns within me. On the short walk to the library, I thought about the extent of secrets and mysteries contained in my severed memories.

Arriving at the quiet library, I began looking for books that might provide clues to my origins. In the silent atmosphere, the sound of my soft footsteps was the only sound that filled the room.

"Hmm... maybe looking for a laboratory? Ah, the history of laboratories and the history of research," I said while looking here and there from end to end of this very large library.

I decided to walk quickly, almost running into the maze of bookshelves containing knowledge from various fields. Quickly, I reached the part related to history and research.

My steps quickened, quivering with his growing curiosity. Finally, I arrived at the history special shelf. While scanning the rows of books, my hand moved across the various titles, searching for information that could lift the veil of mystery surrounding my identity.

Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to a book entitled "Research History." I grabbed it with enthusiasm, feeling the excitement of finding a valuable piece of information.

Carefully, I opened the first page and began my journey to find traces of my forgotten past.

"Research on... destroyers of Helicobacter pylori, human papillomavirus (HPV), hepatitis B virus, hepatitis C virus, and Epstein-Barr virus... dead growth vaccines, virus vaccines..."

I read the bibliography of the books one by one, feeling strange because at the beginning there was a lot of research, but nothing related to magic. However, in the middle of the book, I found some content that seemed more relevant.

"Magic research... mana research, hmm..."

I turned the pages more carefully, looking deeper into the section discussing magic research. Leaving the scientific world full of medical knowledge, I have now entered an area that might reveal the secrets surrounding my identity and my origins which are still shrouded in mystery.

As I continued to explore the pages of books discussing magic research, details of each experiment and discovery began to emerge. There are records of experiments searching for sources of magical energy, the development of healing potions with magical powers, and the exploration of ancient artifacts believed to have great magical power.

However, the deeper I understand the contents of the book, the more my confusion increases. There are no details about how I came to be involved in this kind of research, or why they chose to hide my magical origins. Moreover, the names of researchers and magicians recorded within did not provide any clues about my family's origins or whereabouts.

I continued reading, going through chapter after chapter that discussed various branches of magic. There was research on elemental magic, healing magic, and even battle magic. All of this unfolds in layers of writing that reveal the diversity of magic in this world.

On one page, I found a quote that made my chest pound. "Experiments on subjects with erased memories to increase control over inner magic." This suits my condition. But why would they do such experiments on me? And who is responsible?

With mixed feelings, I continued to explore the information contained in this book, trying to dig deeper into the dark secrets that had been covering my life.

< Chapter 14 > To Be Continued.