After warning Olsen, Lorien sat back down and closed his eyes; he wasn't sleeping, just resting. He was still injured and needed to conserve energy, especially at this time.
Seeing Lorien close his eyes, Olsen knew that the young warrior didn't want to be disturbed at the moment, so he ordered his guards to clear the battlefield and burn the corpses on the ground.
However, Olsen still noticed that everyone in the caravan was staring at Lorien, which didn't surprise him. In this world where personal strength is the greatest symbol of power, powerful people like Lorien were admired and could easily attract many people to their side.
It wasn't just to be safe next to someone powerful, but also to gain some tips to speed up their own training.
Warriors who didn't have ancient, powerful families had to train on their own, which was slow and definitely laborious. Even if you were talented, without a good teacher you were useless.
Lorien didn't mind everyone's gaze, he was used to living under the gaze of gods, demigods and divine creatures. Especially him, who had rebelled against his own father.
Suddenly, feeling the heat shining down on him, Lorien opened his eyes and saw the sun rising over the horizon. The heat gradually dispelled the terrible cold of the night, leaving the atmosphere warmer.
Lorien didn't get up, she just removed the armor from his body and began to look at his wound. Looking at the large gash on his chest, his face became calm. He could see that the wound had begun to heal. That was good news. If he had ambrosia, he wouldn't have had to wait so long, but unfortunately, it's not exactly welcome in Greek and Roman places.
Well, it had to do with Lorien destroying the Huts of Zeus and Jupiter in both camps, but that was a story for another time. Suddenly, Lorien noticed one of the three women who were in the Caravan, approaching with a wooden bowl containing water and a few pieces of clean white cloth.
"Can I help you?" The woman asked with a gentle tone, her purple eyes staring at the child before her with a sincere look.
She couldn't believe that a boy her youngest daughter's age was already a Golden Knight. It reminded her of her eldest son, who became a silver knight at the age of eighteen and a golden warrior at twenty-four. A trace of sadness passed through the woman's eyes, but it soon disappeared.
Lorien looked into the woman's purple eyes and was silent for a moment, before nodding, accepting the help. He really needed help changing his bandages.
Using a wet cloth to wipe away the dried blood around the wound, the woman couldn't help looking at the thirteen-year-old's body. There wasn't a scrap of skin intact, either on the front or back of his body.
Some scars she recognized as arrows, spears, swords and daggers. Other scars were obviously from some animals, but seeing the size of the scars, especially the huge bite on his shoulder, she prayed that she would never encounter such a large monster.
However, the most recent wound that caught her eye seemed to have been made by a huge, curved blade, like an enormous scythe. The woman couldn't help but admire the young man; although he was young, he was terrifyingly experienced and powerful.
"You're a warrior." Lorien said, feeling the control of strength in the woman's hands. He looked at her with a touch of curiosity. From what he had learned from Olsen, all Warrior Breathing Techniques were the possession of powerful noble families around the world. After all, they all had lineage and could go further than ordinary people.
From what he had learned from Olsen, all Warrior Breathing Techniques were the possession of powerful noble families around the world. After all, they all had lineage and could go further than ordinary people.
Although there were a few lucky ones who obtained breathing techniques and could activate their lineage through training. Of course, if you joined a group of mercenaries you could gain a Breathing Technique.
The woman was surprised for a moment, but nodded, although she was confused as to how the boy had discovered this, as she felt she wasn't really making any effort.
As if reading her thoughts, Lorien laughed and said with a slightly amused tone. "Your strength control is incredible, I just assumed you were a warrior, your reaction only confirms my suspicions."
"Lorien Morningstar." Lorien introduced himself, even saying his surname, which he had gotten from the nun who had taken him in at the orphanage.
"Rhaella, just Rhaella." The woman said, deftly wrapping the clean bandage around Lorien's wound. She told only her name, but it was enough for anyone to know her true identity. She was quite famous on this continent.
Hearing the name, Lorien looked at the woman with a deep frown. He didn't think it was a coincidence that Daenerys Targaryen's mother was standing in front of him. He knew more than anyone that there were gods in this world and knowing Olsen's religion, he could guess that R'hllor was behind it all.
However, how the Red God knew of his arrival, he had no idea.
Did Lorien trust this god? The answer was a redundant no. Gods were not benevolent, that was his experience with gods. Humanity is no different from cattle in the face of these beings who were born immortal and with powers beyond human comprehension.
Rhaella looked into the boy's incredibly blue eyes and smiled, knowing that the boy had probably guessed her identity, but she didn't care. As a queen, having the slightest discernment of people was a basic skill.
Everyone wants to get close to the royal family, so the members of House Targaryen needed to differentiate between sycophants and loyal subjects. Betrayal was common in this world, especially after House Targaryen lost the dragons.
Robert Baratheon's rebellion was not the first. Other Houses had rebelled against House Targaryen over other things such as marriage, disputes over territory and blood feuds.
She had been watching the boy since he arrived in the caravan. His noble origin was obvious, along with his extraordinary strength, she could imagine that he was from some powerful noble house.
However, it was his actions that drew Rhaella closer to the thirteen-year-old. His words during the robbers' attack still echoed in her mind. A person who had such morals and character couldn't be a bad person.
This was proved right when Lorien looked at her with a calm gaze, without any particularly apparent feelings, almost as if he were looking at an ordinary person and not an exiled queen.
Lorien didn't know what Rhaella was thinking, but he didn't care either, although he was surprised that the woman had survived Daenerys' birth. However, remembering that there are warriors in this world, he assumed that this had saved the queen's life.
In a world where extraordinary power existed, even the smallest of events could drastically alter the course of the future.
Finishing putting the bandages on Lorien, Rhaella gave him a satisfied look. In the past, she definitely wouldn't have known how to treat someone's wounds, but after twelve years in exile, she had put all pride aside and focused on just surviving with her two daughters.
"Milady, may I ask if you've seen anything strange recently?" Lorien asked in a calm tone. Although the chances were slim, the idea that Kronos had followed him into this world was a possibility.
Rhaella looked at Lorien with surprise, but shook her head.
"There hasn't been anything strange recently, not even rumors of anything suspicious." As queen of an exiled country on a hostile continent, being cautious was what had made her and her daughters survive for so long, so she was particularly sensitive to anything dangerous.
"Thank you." Lorien gave her a thoughtful look and nodded her thanks. Although Kronos had disappeared in a flock of black particles, he really didn't know if the Cannibal Titan was really dead.
However, Lorien would keep an eye out for anything that showed itself to be related to the cannibal titan. If Kronos was in this world like him, he would kill the god of time again.
Seeing his expression, Rhaella assumed that he was worried about the person who had caused his recent injury.
"Olsen said we'll be leaving soon, we'll arrive in Myr in half a day's walk." Rhaella said, standing up with the basin of water slightly clouded with a red tinge.
Lorien nodded and also stood up, he picked up the armor from the ground and put it on him again. Although the armor was damaged with a huge tear, it was armor prepared by Hephaestus, it could withstand even a missile without any problem.
Of course, in front of Kronos, this armor was no more than a piece of paper, totally defenseless against the Cannibal Titan's attack.
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