If any being is playing with people's lives then I think my face was so ugly I made it cry when I was born for this level of hatred against me. Actually, I wish that was the case, to have done some damage to whatever put me in this medieval wasteland.
I have seen the sun go up and down twice. I either survived 2 whole days without food (well, the water didn't seem clean, but my brain couldn't quite care at this point) or I am hallucinating. Hopefully, the hallucination is this whole place, but that is not the case.
As for how I know this is the Middle Ages? Well, people are shouting about Saxons. A LOT of people.
And this is the reason why I am also starving in the woods since that town I barely came across was getting destroyed faster than me when I wake up late during work days. I should probably start worrying about food now… I was a bit too preoccupied with swearing and running with filth on me.
Ah, but what happened before I came here? Nothing much. Just going to school and then getting stabbed after I heard a conversation about "magecraft".
…I still have no idea what that was about.
Anyway.
I grinned at the reflection in the dirty water with some red areas, hardly telling if they were from animals or human corpses since I could see…
How cool the stolen pieces of armor and lance looked on me.
'Did the Saxons even use these? I should probably have listened more during history? Nah, fuck that teacher.', I shrugged it off.
It's a bit weird losing my ginger hair and green eyes for just everything hazel. Like I lost all special attributes and became a NPC in a video game.
"I either try to blend in with some fellow Germans or join whoever is fighting them…"
Of course, I just want to join the weaker side. Wouldn't it be hilarious to be given a second chance at life and throw it away?
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Armor is trash.
Or rather, I am trash.
I think I added more filth inside my pants after trying to finish off an almost-dead guy. Seriously, this is way too hardcore even for me. I am still just a guy from modern times.
Fighting is annoying. Dodging is annoying. Blocking is annoying. Taking on full tackles is annoying. Hearing cries for help is annoying. Seeing blood is annoying. Smashing heads is annoying. Putting people alive on stakes is annoying. Killing is annoying. Grunts are annoying. Looking at a corpse's face is annoying. Children's sobbing is…
Whatever, I don't like armor since it makes noise. I don't know if that's because it's probably 3 sizes bigger than my own. I would rather skewer people in the shadows. Who cares about "honor" when they're just raiding villages like we're on Clash of Clans?
"...", Wait, these aren't samurais.
I look at the lance who finally penetrated the bastard's head. Who knew getting rid of a helmet would be that hard?
Either way, I grab the blonde brat with a bloody head who did most of the work. Wouldn't it be nice if I had some hidden talent? I can hardly tell when I only tried to bully 1 guy and still was heading beate-
CRASH!
Huh.
The sky is pretty. My neck seems a bit bent though.
My ears are ringing and it's almost as if I can feel every organ inside my body working overtime to keep me alive, let alone staying awake. I don't get it, but I see a glimpse of some hulking figures grabbing the kid as well.
I blink. I blink?
My vision is fading.
Is this already it after all?
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I am going up in the world.
From almost an adult to a wandering knight to a slave of people who can bully Britain.
Even if I say that, I am stuck in a poorly built wooden cage. I would rather not fight more than 10 gorillas though so time to keep freedom as a dream.
"Name's Krau Faust by the way."
"...Artorius."
'Do all British people have names starting with "Art"?', I scratch my head.
He had striking blonde hair and bright blue eyes full of innocence even after fighting an actual somewhat skilled murderer. If anything he looked like the protagonist of some fantasy story, but right now…
'I can see why they took this fucker as a slave. Is this another petty act against my birth, fucker that's up there? To show me actual beauty.'
"Sir Faust. The barbarians are having a feast now.", Artorius whispers quietly to me while I raise my eyebrow at him. "...You look like my brother when he's about to do something stupid… I am sorry."
Ugh.
Yeah, maybe I wanted to try my luck against gorillas, but to say it so bluntly. How the hell did he even hear anything from them? They haven't gotten that close since I was awake.
I nod to him and just kick off a chunk of some tree. I can feel the kid's incredulous stare and gaze back with a smirk. While you were sleeping like a princess, I was already drilling and killing my hands in wood.
I take back my words, fighting is still better than this at least.
Running away from the Saxons was weirdly easy and by the time Artorius picks up some commotion back at the camp, we're already gone.
Although…
"Sir Faust…"
"Yes."
We nod at each other with serious expressions.
""We're completely lost.""
And once again we both sighed.
"You have a family besides your brother, Artorius?"
"I have Sir Ector…"
Aha. I was kind of hoping my guy over here is a prince. Life is cruel alas.
And so, while dusting off my clothes that are 100% not torn to shreds while my pants are weirdly intact like I am Goku…
"Artorius, your name is Sancho Panza now.", I mutter with a deadpan.
"Huh? Wait, wh-"
"My name is Don Quixote and together-", I trail off with a dramatic pause. "We shall venture through these lands to find your family and fight windmills."
"Wind what?"
I sigh. It seems like the common mind cannot comprehend the true evil of this world, but…
"As long as I get home, it doesn't matter…", He gave up on rejecting.
And that's how I turned the first dragon I met into my squire.