disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. What the author wrote in this story may or may not deviate from the source material. Valiant Force belong to XII Braves as developer, and Funplus as publisher.
Two years are not a short time. But looking back, somehow it did felt short. They say time is but a fleeting concept. I suppose there is some truth in it. Everything seems to be going very fast when we look back. Because it's already in the past no matter what.
When I first met him many years ago, I was just a haughty little girl who did not know the vastness of world. He was first introduced to me as my training partner. I couldn't help but to underestimate him because he was just a short and scrawny boy back then. Even now I still laughed at myself whenever the memory of that day resurfaces on my mind.
Oh, how foolish of me.
That day, I was beaten silly.
But me being me, I continued to challenge him. Again, again, again and again. This is how I am. 'No mountain is too high to climb.' was what my mother taught me and what I've been upholding in my heart ever since I was old enough to understand it.
That evening both of us laid on the ground exhausted, bruised all over, but on my part I felt delighted because I was finally able to land a direct hit on his head.
I do not know if it was because he was exhausted, or that he let me hit him. I was beyond caring at that time. Even up to now I still did not know why or how I was able to hit him back then.
This was how I first met Drake Selbert, and the beginning of our long lasting friendship.
I looked up to the dark sky above, feeling a sudden melancholy. The moon was shining brightly among the stars. My blonde hair fluttered softly under the breeze of night. As expected, the wind at home felt different than the outside.
It was then a voice suddenly called out from behind me.
"Victoria, dear. Are you not going to sleep?"
At this moment I wasn't wearing my armor, leaving just the blue battle gown I usually wear under the steel lacing. Normally I would feel quite uncomfortable without my armor, but it wasn't the case since I, no matter what others say, am at home right now.
And even though there is still a dagger strapped on my thigh in case of trouble, I didn't see any need to draw it right now. I may have if I hadn't recognized the voice that is calling me just now.
I turned toward the source of that voice. She was my mother, the only one, no, one of the few who remained by my side despite this so-called 'curse' I had.
"Is it that late already?"
"Little one, you've been gazing at the moon for a very long time now."
was what she said as she stood beside me. But I knew that what she really meant was actually 'What has been bothering your mind, child?'. So I answered,
"I have been reminiscing. That is all, mother."
"Little Selbert bothers you again?"
I felt myself stiffened slightly for a second. As I'm incapable of hiding anything from my dear mother, I sighed with a drooping shoulder, then confessed.
"I think so, mother. It is just that I am unable to understand why I feel vexed."
And so, I began to tell my mother about how Drake had somehow become close to that red haired priestess Siena Everhart. Do not get me wrong, Siena was a fine girl. Maybe a little on the airheaded side, but still pleasant nonetheless.
Yet I felt a pang in my chest when I saw her sitting there with Drake under the tree this afternoon. The very same tree I and Drake had spent several times resting there together after our training.
My mother gave a small smile in response to my confession.
"Dear, what do you feel for lord Reinholt?"
I gave it a thought for a bit while, before finally answered,
"Admiration, and grateful feeling. He was afterall one of the few that doesn't feel repelled by this curse of mine."
Yes. When the rumour about me being a bad omen spread out, no one seemed to be willing to even look at me. At first, there was only my mother protecting me. Then came Drake who doesn't give a damn about this so called curse. And lastly, there was also lord Kane Reinholt.
"Do you not feel the same for little Selbert?"
she added soon after.
Now that it was mentioned.. I supposed there were indeed some similarity.
My mother smiled as if knowing already that I've found the answer myself. She motioned me to follow her, which I did obediently as well because my curiousity was piqued.
"Among the many, there is one surefire way to win the heart of men."
she said as we arrived at the outer courtyard kitchen.
No one was inside the kitchen at this moment. Not the remainder of the servants, and not certainly any of the adventurer that came alongside the Valiant as reinforcement a few days ago. I began to wonder just how late in the night it was.
I followed closely behind mother, trying to comprehend what she's talking about. She was rummaging the kitchen's supply cabinet for several things like seasoning, ketchup, and some others that I didn't managed to take a glimpse. All those things were later placed on the kitchen table.
"It is through their stomach."
"Can I really win a man's heart by poking a carrot and the likes to their stomach?"
Mother looked at me with an incredulous face.
"I knew it. All those training in swordmanship has made you less a woman than you should be. That's why little Selbert turned his head to someone else."
"I-is it..? Is there a way to remedy it?"
I asked, feeling genuinely worried. While I do have my aspiration to become a great knight that will once again lift the name of Razwell to its former glory, I do also have a wish to be able to enjoy a happy life as a normal woman. How would I know that all my effort to fulfill my aspiration had turned me into something.. less womanly?
"There is also your father to blame, for separating us for a very long time.. but that is the past. Now I, your mother, shall help you my lovely child to regain some of your womanly charm."
mother proudly announced while heroically lifting the pan to the air.
I was swept over by mother's high-spirited vibe and couldn't help but but nod my head in compliance.
"Alright! Let's start out with the vegetable soup."
Mother said as she took a kitchen knife and a carrot.
For the next few hours, mother showed me how to cook simple, but delicious vegetable soup. I tried hard to commit everything into my head what mother had said and done. But in the end, I myself wasn't really sure if I could reproduce the same thing if I were to do it myself. But due to that it was getting late, and I remembered that tomorrow lord Darrion will make an announcement regarding their plan to intercept the demon army, I wasn't able to test myself.
I simply have to tackle it when the chance appear, like how I usually do! that's what I said to myself as I said my goodnight to mother and walked back to the tent provided for the soldier to sleep.
Hello there, Ashenwind is back with the fanfiction without title.
Sorry I've been away from continuing this fanfic for a long while. One reason is because I kinda lost my will to continue. But today I'm trying to rekindle it by writing this intermission. It's my version of Victoria's (seemingly horrible) vegetable soup origin. It's short, i know. But nevertheless I hope you guys enjoyed this.
Expect to see the next chapter within this week. At least I have to do that.
As usual feel free to throw in your thought on this story, and maybe a good title to use.
Good luck to you all, and wish me the same!