The Knight Armor

Edwin awoke at dawn, his body sore but invigorated from the previous day's training. A soft knock at the door brought him to his feet.

"**Young Master Edwin, I've brought your breakfast,**" the maid announced.

"Bring it in and set it down," Edwin replied, already slipping into his boots. As soon as the tray was placed, he nodded dismissively, ate quickly, and left his room with purpose.

Arriving at the workshop, Edwin was greeted by the sight of the mechanical robot standing guard. Its expressionless, sleek frame felt almost alive, its movements precise and efficient. Edwin descended into the basement, the air cool and filled with a faint metallic tang.

"Still as impressive as ever," Edwin murmured to himself, marveling at the modern-meets-medieval design of the underground space. Wasting no time, he began circulating his breathing technique. The enhanced method refined by the AI demanded every ounce of his focus, pushing his limits as he trained. For over four hours, Edwin practiced tirelessly, his muscles burning and his breath heavy, but the results were worth it.

Taking a brief rest, Edwin turned his attention to a new project. "**AI, design a blueprint for a mechanical knight full-body armor in black—sleek, lightweight, but with maximum defense. Pair it with a peerless sword. Can the remaining resources handle this?**"

"**Yes, Edwin. Designing blueprint. Processing... complete. Transmitting to production robots,**" the AI confirmed.

"Good. Also, include a black luxury cloak to complement the armor. Ensure it exudes authority."

With the AI's confirmation, the robots sprang into action, gathering materials and beginning the construction process. Satisfied, Edwin turned his focus back to training, vowing to return later to inspect the final product.

Training as a knight required proper sustenance. Edwin left the workshop briefly, seeking the servants in the castle. Finding two, he gave his commands.

"**Slaughter an unranked beast—a cow will do. Prepare the meat and deliver it to the front of my workshop. I want the entire thing cooked swiftly. Understood?

The servants bowed deeply, their voices trembling. "**Yes, Young Master! At once!**"

Within an hour, the savory aroma of roasted meat filled the air as the servants returned with the entire cow. Edwin dismissed them curtly, carrying the food into his workshop.

Descending to the basement, he tore into several pounds of meat, the rich protein fueling his body for the grueling training that followed. Sword swings, footwork drills, and breathing exercises consumed his attention as he pushed himself to the brink of collapse.

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, Edwin finally paused, his sweat-soaked body leaning against a workbench. At that moment, the robot approached, its voice calm and precise.

"**Knight armor, sword, and cloak fabrication complete. Inspection recommended.**"

Edwin's tiredness melted away as excitement took over. He followed the robot to the far corner of the basement, where the armor stood displayed on a sleek pedestal under bright, white light.

The armor was breathtaking—a seamless blend of futuristic design and medieval artistry. Its black metal gleamed with an almost ethereal glow, the material impossibly smooth yet undoubtedly durable. The chest plate was sleek and contoured, reinforced with interlocking layers that offered unparalleled defense without sacrificing mobility. The gauntlets and greaves were adorned with intricate patterns, and the pauldrons flared slightly, giving an imposing silhouette.

The helmet, angular and streamlined, featured a T-shaped visor that radiated an aura of both menace and authority. Tiny slits glowed faintly with blue light, a subtle nod to the advanced technology within.

Beside the armor rested the sword, a masterpiece in its own right. The blade was a deep obsidian black, etched with faint, glowing runes. Its edge gleamed silver, promising unmatched sharpness. The hilt was wrapped in black leather, with a gem-like core embedded at the center, pulsing faintly with energy.

The cloak, draped over a nearby mannequin, was made of a luxurious, flowing black fabric. It shimmered faintly under the light, lined with silver threads that bore subtle, intricate patterns resembling constellations.

"**Magnificent,**" Edwin whispered, his fingers brushing the armor's surface. He donned the suit piece by piece, the segments locking together with a satisfying hiss. The cloak flowed over his shoulders like liquid shadow.

"**AI, system status?**" Edwin asked, flexing his hands within the gauntlets.

"**Speed, defense, and attack power augmented to match that of a Silver Knight. Enhanced agility protocols active. Advanced defensive measures online.**"

Edwin stepped forward, testing the armor's capabilities. Despite its imposing appearance, it felt weightless, every movement smooth and unimpeded. Drawing the sword, he swung it experimentally, marveling at the power behind each arc. The blade sliced through the air with a faint hum, its edge glowing faintly with each swing.

"**This... this is incredible,**" Edwin muttered, a grin spreading across his face. He practiced a few maneuvers, the armor responding perfectly to his every command. Each step, each strike, felt like an extension of his body.

As the final rays of sunlight faded, Edwin stood in the center of the basement, his silhouette cutting an imposing figure against the soft light. Clad in his newly forged armor, sword in hand, he felt invincible.

And with that, Edwin deactivated the workshop's lights and ascended to the surface, locking the building behind him. His mind was already on tomorrow.