Berserk: The Prophet

The tedious lessons, a pile of scattered parts and gears, some wooden planks—the last assignment was to make small wooden wheels. Under the instructor's guidance, Green finally clumsily assembled a horse-drawn gear wagon. Two wooden planks were added to the single wheel, like arms, propelled by the rotation of gears, looking just like train wheels from his previous life. This horse-drawn wagon could be faster and less strenuous, and there was also a folding hidden compartment to store valuables. When parked, there was a four-legged support, which made it very convenient to change horses, allowing one to abandon the wagon and escape at any time. However, getting the horses properly harnessed and pulling the wagon was still as tedious as before.

"The Limin horse-drawn wagon, built by the country's greatest carpenter and mechanic, Vilantor, saved a great deal of time in transporting goods... He brought good news to the people of Barkley."

"There are many more of his beneficial inventions, and I think you will learn more about them in future lessons..."

After a morning of tedious studies, the good time of get out of class's end finally arrived. Green stretched and yawned. Although he was supposed to understand the structure of this thing, the one he made was really ugly. It could barely be called a car. Fortunately, he wasn't asked to design gears. However, he heard that next time he would have to make various parts by hand according to the blueprints. This was too painful for someone with no hand dexterity. Just thinking about the classes that followed, Green looked at the ceiling and facepalmed.

In contrast, Phenetnas's carriage has gleaming wooden wheels, and with a small piece of lead iron placed on the model, the carriage seems to move very fast on the tabletop.

That's wonderful...you really have a pair of skillful hands.

Green looked on with a hint of envy, while Fertness seemed to snap out of his reverie and sensed Green's gaze as their eyes met.

"Uh..."

Fetnas's blue eyes instantly panicked, looking around erratically. She awkwardly clutched the hem of her clothes, pretending to fiddle with the stroller. Her fair and tender face turned noticeably shy and pink, and even her ears were unmistakably pink.

Green's smile, which he had intended to use to say hello, froze on his face. Uh... how could there be such a shy boy? He touched his somewhat stiff face, but still prepared to go over and say hello.

“Your carriage is beautiful. May I see it, Fetnas?”

Green obediently squatted down beside Fetnas's table, carefully examining his carriage, and spoke in the most friendly tone possible.

"...Um."

Fetnas fidgeted with his clothes for a moment before slowly nodding in agreement.

With permission, Green picked up his handcart and examined it closely. He casually fiddled with the gears inside one of the wheels, and they began to work smoothly, along with the other three wheels. The design of the carriage's panels and the hooks and traction in the gaps was also ingenious, ensuring that the goods would not fall off even at high speeds.

"Wow, that's amazing! Could you teach me how you polished this wooden wheel so smoothly?"

"Huh? You didn't know? Our advisor mentioned it a few days ago..."

"Really? I must have been out that day..."

.........

Their relationship gradually developed from a small carriage model. When discussing academic matters, Fertness became very talkative. He was very happy to teach Green about this subject because it was something he loved. The two went outside and got a few small wooden blocks. Then, Fertness picked up his knife and smoothed the surface of the wooden blocks. A whetstone was placed on the cushion, and he carefully polished them.

"This needs to be trimmed following the grain of the wood...and then carefully sanded..."

Fertenas sat on a small stool, repairing the wooden blocks while explaining to Green. When he mentioned these things, his deep blue eyes were always bright and focused, carefully observing the texture and roughness of the wooden blocks.

Green listened attentively and began to try making it himself. The aroma of wood wafted around his nose, indicating that the wood blocks had just been dried in the sun.

"What kind of wood is this?"

Green was a little curious, as he didn't often come into contact with these things and couldn't identify the material of these wooden blocks at all.

"It's oak. You didn't know that? Oak is grown in the forests north and west of Pence. Almost all the oak in Barkley comes from Pence. It's strong and durable, and it's top-quality timber. It's needed for everything from houses to weapons."

As Fertennas polished the wooden block, he explained to Green that he loved the place he lived in and it was a very happy thing to tell his new friend about it.

"I see."

The two of them polished the wooden parts and gears needed for tomorrow in the yard. Although Green, who was not very skilled, would still accidentally prick his hand, he still managed to complete the task successfully under Fertness's guidance, and it didn't look so bad at all.

As dusk fell, the two packed up their small parts and walked back. After discussing the gear components, the atmosphere fell silent again. Fertness was holding his parts with his head down, while Green casually played with the newly sprouted branches by the roadside.

"I'm sorry... Am I talking too much?"

Fertenas clutched the hem of her clothes, feeling guilty for having brought the atmosphere to a standstill again. Her face flushed pink, probably because she was sulking with herself.

"Oh? How could that be? I think you're quite charming like this, Fetnas."

Green laughed as he looked at his rosy little ears, and couldn't help but pinch the edges of his ears a couple of times. They were so hot to the touch. He really was a very introverted and shy child.

Very charming...

Feeling the icy, mischievous little hand of his companion beside him, Fetnas's face instantly turned into a boiled shrimp, almost screaming out loud, and he took a step to the side.

"Huh?! No... no way!"

Charming or anything like that...no way! Nobody's ever complimented me like that before...

"Hahahaha, I'm serious, be confident, Fertness."

"Well, I'm glad you don't dislike it..."

"Haha, just be yourself, Fertness..."

Two children walk side by side in the sunset. Is their friendship a predestined path? The story of the two kings will unfold on Barkley's land.

Can the two chosen ones, selected by their respective goddesses, overcome all obstacles and restore peace to this world? The distant southern lands are shrouded in black mist, and with this enveloping fog... the world's magical concentration is about to rise to a level where creatures from the abyss can venture, and the age of heroes from ancient legends is about to begin...