A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor

Chapter 414 Where Danger Lies - Part 2

From one castle to the other was a solid twenty-minute walk, at least, depending on where you were. And then from one of the coloured castles to the Central Castle – the castle in which the dining hall was housed – was fifteen minutes.

That Central Castle stood, as its name indicated, in the centre of the other four, like a magnificent keep, three times as tall as the rest of them, and just as wide. A castle within four castles, with tall stone walls protecting all of it. It would have made for a terrifying fortress to conquer, and yet here it was, being devoted entirely to schooling.

There was much to learn, and much that simply looking would teach him. This was not the place that he had assumed it to be. When they named it an Academy, and told him that he was to be taught there, he'd imagined in his head a sword school of the type he would have dreamed of attending as a child, back in the village, as he discussed such things with his friends.

He imagined something like a temple, back then, a large space, hidden away on the top of the mountain, about the size of Greeves' house, clean and simple, honed with the blade.

This was entirely different.

This was like a small town.

"YOU BASTARD!"

And it came with all the instances of petulance that one would expect from a small town. Oliver had seen numerous such scuffles during his many little excursions – he still had yet to fully map out the entire Academy, for lack of time – though this was the first time it was happening directly upon the path that he was walking.

The professors seemed loath to interfere with such disputes. In fact, they seemed to encourage them. Oliver had a feeling that there was far more going on at this Academy than simply classes, though he had not yet been able to put his finger on quite what that was.

Ahead of Oliver, two yellow-shirted students were grasping at each other, as though grappling. Beyond them, a group of more than twenty other yellow shirts stood, shouting towards the two arguing boys in some form or another.

It was mid-day, and Oliver had his sword sheathed at his hip. It would be his first weapons training practice that afternoon, and he hadn't known whether he would need his blade or not, but he'd decided to bring it anyway.

The question washed away Gras' growing panic, and replaced it with puzzlement. "We're setting up our store... We've already received permission from the professors, ser."

"A store?" Oliver repeated thoughtfully. It really was like a town. Though he didn't expect members of the Serving Class to be the type to run shops. "I wasn't aware that the Academy had shops."

That confused the boy even more. "Of course it does, ser... Most of them are concentrated around the Green Castle, but as long as we have permission we can put them up wherever."

"And what type of things do these stores sell?" Oliver asked. He didn't expect the students to be capable of making anything, not beyond baking, and the like. His experience of mechanisms was entirely through Greeves. Greeves bought things, and he resold them.

The king of raw production – like gathering meat, and monster parts – that he had Nila had engaged in should have been impossible on Academy grounds.

"Meat, monster parts..."

And then those first words came out of Gras' mouth, as though he was reading Oliver's mind.

"...gathered from the Academy's forest. But then there's also the armour and weaponry crafted by those in the smithing classes, and then potions by the alchemists, clothes by girls in fabrics classes... but surely you have heard such things before?"

"I have not," Oliver said. "I have been here for a day and a half now, so I know entirely too little about everything. Your information has been useful, thank you, Gras."

The boy stiffened when Oliver mentioned his name. Oliver smiled knowingly. There was more than one way to get a name, after all – one had merely need listen. "What type of shop are you and your friends constructing?"

"We've a commission from Lord Gargon for a tea house, ser... Though it was said to be a bookshop just a week ago, so it's possible that he'll change his mind once again."