I Will Be the Greatest Knight
Chapter 94: As Ferocious as a Wolf

Chapter 94: As Ferocious as a Wolf

The damnedest thing about having a sharp mind was that Arthur could remember every single moment leading up to when he was thrown off the ogre and knocked out cold.

As far as he could tell, what happened to his daughter was a mystery he had not yet solved.

These thoughts piled on as he came to and he began to turn his head left and right as the fuzziness of being put in a sleeping spell wore off of him.

Before he could sit up, he heard his daughter calling for him and his head snapped in the direction the voice came from. His light brown eyes were wide and relief washed over him as she dove into him and squeezed him tightly.

"My sweet girl," the man praised her, returning her hug and then some. "You can’t imagine how worried I was. I would never forgive myself..."

He couldn’t bear to finish the sentence. The thought of losing his daughter was something he faced frequently but it never got any easier. It was against a parent’s nature to see their children in trouble.

Irene could hardly breathe as he squeezed her. His hugs were always like that though and she preferred them that way.

However, he went to pat her back as he had always done her entire life and he felt nothing as his hand moved.

It was a moment Irene dreaded. How would the knight take to losing his dominant hand when sword fighting was so important to him?

His grip loosened and he lifted his hand towards his face as he normally would but there wasn’t anything to look at. His mouth hung open dumbly and he racked his brain for an answer. It felt like he was moving his hand. He could have sworn his fingers were moving and yet...

Irene was already staring at her father’s face in horror.

He didn’t ask for an answer but he received one accompanied by her tears.

"After you fell off of the ogre, it crushed your hand with its weapon," she explained shakily. "I thought you were going to die but I’m so happy you’re still here."

She needed him, but he needed her just as badly. While he held onto his daughter for dear life, he stared at the nub of an arm with a horrified expression.

He had always taken for granted the ability to wield a sword because it never occurred to him the possibility of it being taken from him. After all the danger he had faced, he knew he wasn’t invincible but a few monsters was never enough to take him down.

"This is the work of the mages?" he asked.

If he was only asleep for a short time. It had to be that. There was no way he would have healed that much on his own.

"Yes," Irene responded, wiping her eyes and nodding as she spoke. "They healed you."

The man gently pushed Irene away from him and he stood up despite how hazy his head still felt from the sleeping spell.

As he walked away, Irene wasn’t sure what he was going to do until the man strode forward and threw the door open. He continued down the hallway despite wearing a shirt with one sleeve that was covered in blood. He only wore underpants and his feet were bare.

"Father, what are you doing?" she called after him desperately.

Her question was answered when the knight found the door he sought and he slammed his left fist into it a few times.

The mages opened it cautiously but when they were met with an angry knight, they held up mana shields.

"Stanley!" Arthur shouted.

Considering the interruption, Stanley pushed the other mage’s hands to the side so that they would drop their shields. He then rushed forward and out of the room quickly even though he was also in a similar state of dress as Arthur without shoes on and definitely in sleeping clothes.

However, the mage was soon thrown against the wall and the knight he had only been working on the night before pressed the nub of flesh into his chest.

"What the hell is this, mage?" the knight snapped.

Despite the bear of a man throwing such accusations his way, Stanley didn’t fight back. He didn’t even raise a shield or conjure a spell as Irene expected him to do.

His face looked as pale as it did the night before and Irene’s eyes widened. She recalled the words she said.

The girl rushed forward and started to try pulling her father off of the mage.

"Father!" she shouted. "He is unwell because of how much magic he used to try and save you!"

At this, Arthur seemed to become weak and the nub he pressed into the mage fell away and the knight hung his head. The only thing that held him up was his left hand pressed into the wall.

Stanley escaped with the help of Irene and she led the mage back to his room.

"I’m so sorry," she apologized on behalf of her father. "He will understand eventually."

The mages simply shut the door and regrouped.

Irene was hesitant to go to her father. She had never seen him lose control in such a way but it was understandable considering everything he was having to go through at that moment. The situation didn’t make her any less sad. It felt like her heart was in tatters as she tried to press on.

Monsters themselves were easy. All she needed to do was figure out a way to kill them. However, matters of emotion and the heart were things she was unequipped to deal with.

Arthur turned his head to see his daughter staring at him petrified, unsure of how to approach a situation that was so far beyond her control.

It only occurred to him then that she could blame herself for him getting hurt in the first place. His ferocity from before didn’t help anything.

The man slumped, catching himself with his left hand on his knee and his head hung in defeat.

"Please forgive me," he apologized.