Quest 15

After leveling up from Ouranos, Cirrus packed his stuff to travel outside of Orario. Seeing as he never had to leave the city before, he asked Hermes for some necessities since, from his past life's knowledge, Hermes is the god of travelers.

After everything was set, Cirrus went and informed Lenoa that he would be gone for a while.

Meeting up at the Hermes Familia's home, they placed anything of importance to Loki's Familia, seeing as they would be gone and they couldn't afford to let any of their information slip into Evilus, Finn made sure of that.

While traveling, they decided to first head to Melen and inform the Poseidon Familia.

Waiting for Hermes to finish his meeting with Poseidon and Njord, Cirrus was learning how to ride a horse from Lydia.

"Easy now!" she said.

"I am. Instead, you are the one making me nervous," Cirrus said with sweat dripping from him.

"Good. Now go around the block a few times slowly alright, ill be next to you."

"Hm!"

Slowly riding a horse through the fishing city of Melen with Lydia helping him, Cirrus was getting used to riding a horse. The small little movements the horse makes and bumps on the road.

Returning to the inn, they spot Hermes and another god, one with hair like sea foam with tan skin with a rather athletic build. Next to this god was a man with light purple hair with tan skin and an even more robust build with various scars on his body.

"Ah, there you are! Lydia! Zephyr! I like you to meet Poseidon and his Captain Lance!"

Lydia helps Cirrus get off and they meet one of the gods who helps bring order to the world and his captain, one who matched blades with Zeus and Hera's Familia and the only level 7 still alive in the world.

"It is good to meet you Autolycus," Lance said as he held out his hand with a rather high refinement that gave them the impression of an old noble wandering knight, of course, they knew he was called Knight of Knights for a reason.

"It's nice to meet you too!" Lydia nonchalantly shakes his hand with a big smile.

"And your little adventure? What is your name?"

"My name is Zephyr, but most in the city call me White Hide."

"Bahahahaha!!" laughed out loud Poseidon. "Do they not know you're a boy?"

"As far as they know from the ground, I might as well be a 400-foot-tall minotaur with pink horns and silver wings."

"Ah, so you're an agile one, huh? Do you wish to have a spar with Lance here? It'll be a good experience!"

"I would accept the offer, but we are busy at the moment with a job," Cirrus says as he looks at Hermes. Hermes himself was sweating a bit.

"Ahem so uh about that. We will stay here for a few days. Poseidon has some merchant friends coming in a few days, so we can find where some of Evilus has gone so…"

"So it seems you accept the spar!" Poseidon said with a smile on his face.

"…"

'Fuck.'

Out on an open area near the docks, there was a crowd gathering to see Lance fight.

"Are you sure you do not wish to use a weapon or put on armor?" Cirrus said.

"I am sure now show me how well they taught you, young adventure." He said with a gentle and warm smile.

Cirrus could see around him how much they like and respect Lance. Even Cirrus didn't really fight him from how nice he seemed.

"Haaa… so be it."

Cirrus drew his sword and got into a stance, holding his sword as if he was going for a lunge.

"!"

Lance quickly picked up that Cirrus knows how to swing a sword and slightly upped his defenses. His instincts told him to be wary.

"Impressive. That stance tells me you know what you're doing."

"Thank you. I'm glad my effort caught your eye now." A magic circle appeared behind Cirrus, which surprised everyone except for Hermes. "Let's get this spar on a roll! (Exousía, Adorn: Ceryneian)!!"

"A level 2 mage!" Lance said, surprised and shocked.

As the armor enveloped Cirrus, Poseidon could see why they called him White Hide. His mask looked like one, but its appearance made him think of a sacred animal.

"Lance!" Poseidon shouted. "Don't let your guard down!!"

"That is too late."

"!?"

At Lance's peripherals, he sees a white mask and golden antlers.

Swis--!!

"!?"

"Well, you're faster than one would expect," Lance said as he caught Cirrus in mid-swing, grabbing it with his fingers. "But are you really a level 2?" he then flung Cirrus from his blade, and he regained his balance landing back on the ground.

"… It was foolish to think I can end this so quickly," Cirrus says taking out his spear and assembling it into a single piece.

"It was I who didn't take you seriously, but now." He gets the short sword and gets into his own stance, holding upright with one arm.

'This feeling… it's like I'm facing a younger Alfia… he even resembles a bit of her captain…'

The short sword in his hands seems like a dagger but too many. It looked like a long sword, even to Cirrus. That's how far he compared Lance's skills to himself. This was someone who truly mastered the blade, one who was given the title of Knight of Knights for a clear and obvious reason.