My Life Jumping Worlds

All three of us land in front of the gate at the Lugnican Capital Rem and Ram are still wearing their blue and pink dresses that would have matched their respective hair colors had they not been stained in dried blood. I still have my shoddy clothing and dried blood, as well as the shortsword I stole from the dead Owner of the orphanage. I quickly use telepathy to all of them, as Ram is waking up now. "Tell them everything that happened truthfully, leave out everything to do with that roswaal guy, cus I think he might have Political help. No way is anyone with a mansion that big, not able to destroy us with a single word Ram nods to me, shuddering." It's around midnight and a large magic lighting crystal is immediately shined on us. "WHO GOES THERE! DROP THE SHORTSWORD!" I do as the guard says I even kick it away from myself, not wanting to give them any excuse to beat me like the guards at the compound used to do when I was caught stealing bread.

I don't like guards.

"EXPLAIN!" a guard points to the shortsword and the blood all over our clothing. "Our village was attacked, we are the only survivors. I used a talisman Rem's mother gave us to get here quickly." He points to a mage. "Check his hands for Magical Item Residue." The mage nods "He's telling the truth about the Talisman at least." He points to the vomit on my shoes, "Looks like he must have killed one of the attackers, he upchucked due to mental trauma." one of the soldiers say, and I wince, as the memory of the man I killed flashes through my eyes. "His story mostly checks out." He then looks at Rem, "Is everything he said true?" and as soon as she looks at him with dead eyes and says "Yes." He seems to have a gut reaction of sadness and regret. "What did the attackers look like?" I describe their robes in great detail.

"Let's bring them inside, witch cultists are above my paygrade. we'll get a knight to take a look at them and take the rest of their report."

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We sit in silence for a long while, and soon, we are in front of a knight, who listens to our story, while we leave out everything about roswaal.

He then says to me us, "We can take you to the slums district if you'd like, but unless you want to live in squalor for the rest of your lives, I suggest you join some kind of apprenticeship. There are plenty of craftsmen who--" I interrupt him by standing up, and Rem and Ram follow me. All three of us, kneel in front of him and I begin begging him to teach us to become knights. He tries to steer us away from the profession, but we don't take no for an answer. "If You don't let me learn to become a knight, I will follow you until you let me." Rem nods, and then Ram does the same.

He responds-- "very well, I will train all three of you for One year if you meet my requirements within that time, I will gladly let you join the knight prep school, I will sponsor you if you do well enough."

The man of graying brown hair and bushy mustache smiles down at us and continues "I am not a forgiving teacher. My name is Wilhelm Van Astrea, of house Astrea. You may not call me sensei until I have tested your potential though. Let us be off."

We all smile and shout in unison, "Yes! Thank you! We won't let you down!"

This is our tale.

From zero---

to divinity.

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~Rem & William(Shared stats)~

Level 5(800/1000)

HP 320(shared pool)

MP 620(shared mana gate)

Stamina 320(shared pool)

Strength 42

Dexterity 28

Speed 28

Endurance 32

Constitution 32

Agility 42

Intelligence 62

Wisdom 44

~Abilities/Skills~

Telepathy(MAX)

~Resistances~

Mind(5)

Physical(1)

Environmental(1)

Magic(1)

???(0)