Kepala pelayan Baron Rivelle, yang sejak tadi berdiri siaga di dekat pintu, langsung mendengar ucapan tuannya. Meski wajahnya tetap tenang, dia sangat tahu bahwa sang Baron sebenarnya belum menyiapkan tiga kamar di dalam manor. Namun, dia tidak butuh instruksi lisan. Sebagai kepala pelayan kediaman itu, secara naluriah dia mengerti bahwa ini adalah gilirannya untuk langsung bertindak dan mengurus segala persiapannya. Tanpa ragu, sosok kepala pelayan itu memudar, lenyap dari pandangan saat ia berlari makin ke dalam koridor manor. Manor Rivelle, layaknya kediaman seorang bangsawan, sangat luas dan dibangun dengan megah; lantai marmernya memantulkan cahaya hangat dari lentera-lentera di sepanjang lorong. Di balik ukurannya yang masif, sangat sedikit orang yang benar-benar tinggal di dalam temboknya. Hanya sang Baron sendiri, istrinya, anak-anak mereka, dan sang kepala pelayan yang tinggal di sana secara permanen. Banyak kamar tamu dan ruangan cadangan sering kali kosong, tetapi selalu terawat dengan baik dan siap digunakan kapan saja. Asher menyadari kepergian kepala pelayan yang tiba-tiba dari ambang pintu, tetapi ia tidak mengatakan apa pun. Persepsi tajamnya memungkinkannya untuk menebak persis apa yang sedang dilakukan oleh pria tua itu. "Karena ini pertama kalinya kalian semua ke sini," ucap Baron Rivelle dengan nada ramah, "izinkan aku memberi kalian tur singkat." Ia bangkit dari duduknya dengan gerakan luwes, posturnya tegak dan anggun. William dan Finch, meski sudah akrab dengan sang Baron lewat hubungan keluarga mereka, belum pernah menginjakkan kaki di wilayah Rivelle sebelumnya. Jika sudah, sang kepala pelayan pasti akan langsung mengenali mereka. Ketiga pemuda itu berdiri, mengikuti sang Baron yang memimpin jalan keluar ruangan. Langkah kaki mereka bergemanya pelan di atas lantai yang mengilat. Saat mereka melangkah melewati lorong megah yang dihiasi panji-panji berlambang keluarga Rivelle, sang Baron menunjuk berbagai lukisan dan artefak yang dipajang di sepanjang dinding, sambil menjelaskan sejarahnya secara singkat. Asher, meski tampak tidak tertarik, diam-diam mengamati semuanya. Ada tekanan tak terbantahkan yang menyertai setiap gerak-gerik Baron Rivelle—kehadiran yang halus namun pekat memancarkan kekuatan dan wewenang. 'Peringkat Kehidupan Firmstar,' pikir Asher dalam hati setelah sejenak menilai dalam diam. Meskipun sang Baron berada di peringkat bangsawan terendah, kekuatannya sama sekali tidak bisa diremehkan. Di antara sepuluh Peringkat Kehidupan yang ada, Firmstar berada di posisi keenam, jauh di atas rata-rata prajurit atau ksatria biasa. Asher tidak tahu sub-Peringkat Kehidupan sang Baron secara persis, dan ia juga tidak terlalu peduli. Namun, yang terpenting adalah kesadaran bahwa bahkan seorang Baron pun memiliki kekuatan yang cukup tangguh untuk mendatangkan rasa hormat. Beberapa orang lebih suka menyembunyikan Peringkat Kehidupan mereka, seperti yang sering Asher lakukan, demi merahasiahkan kekuatan sejati mereka dari orang lain. Namun, ada pula orang-orang seperti Baron Rivelle yang tidak melihat alasan untuk menutupinya. Aura sang Baron terbuka dan tidak tertahan; pembawaannya saja sudah cukup untuk menunjukkan seberapa besar kekuatannya. Asher bisa menebak dari postur tubuh pria itu, dari cara ia berjalan dengan keanggunan yang disengaja namun tetap waspada, bahwa ia selalu siap untuk bertempur. Hal itu tidak mengejutkannya. Dunia Crymora tidak seperti kisah-kisah fantasi dalam buku, di mana para bangsawan menyuruh ksatria mereka bertempur sementara mereka sendiri tetap aman di balik tembok istana, memberikan perintah dari kenyamanan kediaman mereka. Di sini, para bangsawan berdarah-darah bersama para prajurit mereka. Mereka memimpin pasukan secara langsung, berdiri di garis depan selama pertempuran dan terjangan monster. Di dunia ini, status menjadi hampa tanpa kekuatan pribadi untuk mendukungnya. Bahkan di dalam Kekaisaran Zarethorne yang perkasa, ada banyak individu yang berani menentang Kaisar itu sendiri—orang-orang yang kekuatan pribadinya menyaingi sang Kaisar, meskipun tidak memiliki gelar bangsawan atau garis keturunan. 'Menarik,' pikir Asher pelan, melirik sang Baron dengan minat baru. "Apakah kalian ingin melihat para ksatria-ku?" tanya Baron Rivelle tiba-tiba, suaranya tenang namun mengandung nada bangga. Tangannya terlipat rapi di belakang punggung saat ia berbicara, langkahnya mantap dan penuh percaya diri. "Tentu saja," jawab William tanpa ragu. Ada secercah rasa penasaran dalam nadanya. Ia ingin membandingkan ksatria Baron Rivelle dengan ksatria yang melayani di bawah komando keluarganya sendiri. Sang Baron mengangguk, lalu berbelok ke kiri menyusuri koridor panjang. Setelah menuruni tangga batu yang lebar, mereka keluar dari manor dan melintasi halaman menuju bangunan besar lain yang terletak di sisi terjauh sebelah kiri kompleks tersebut. Bahkan sebelum mereka mencapai bangunan itu, Asher sudah bisa mendengar suara dentingan baja yang berirama bergema di udara. Suara itu semakin keras di setiap langkah hingga, begitu memasuki aula latihan, Asher disambut oleh pemandangan yang menggerakkan sesuatu di dalam dirinya. Bentangan tempat di depan mereka sangat luas; udaranya hidup oleh gerakan dan energi. Lebih dari dua ratus ksatria, baik pria maupun wanita, bergerak dengan presisi yang disiplin, senjata mereka membelah udara dalam kilatan baja. Benturan logam dengan logam bergema ke seluruh aula terbuka, disusul deru angin setiap kali bilah pedang beradu. Gelombang kejut bergemuruh di atas arena latihan saat para ksatria menyerang dan menangkis, gerakan mereka selaras dalam irama yang terlatih. Keringat berkilauan di atas zirah mereka, dan udaranya membawa aroma pekat besi serta kerja keras. "Meskipun terjangan Monster diperkirakan akan datang dalam sehari atau dua hari ke depan, menurut perhitungan terbaru kami," ucap Baron Rivelle, suaranya agak dinaikkan agar terdengar di atas suara benturan senjata, "bukan berarti para ksatria-ku dibebaskan dari latihan. Mereka tetap berlatih setiap hari, meski aku sudah menyuruh mereka mengurangi intensitasnya. Bagaimanapun, pertempuran itu tidak bisa ditebak. Bahkan perkiraan kita bisa meleset; terjangan Monster bisa menyerang lebih cepat, mungkin bahkan hari ini." Pandangan Asher menyapu ladang para prajurit itu, dan pikirannya sesaat melayang ke Markas Ordo Ksatria Wargrave. Ia mengingat pemandangan itu dengan jelas—ratusan peserta latihan dan ksatria berpengalaman mengasah kemampuan mereka di bawah tatapan waspada para instruktur. Sebelum pertemuan dengan Cassandra, ia telah melihat sendiri disiplin ketat dan kekuatan luar biasa para Ksatria Wargrave. Meskipun ia tidak tahu jumlah pasti ksatria di bawah panji keluarganya, ia yakin jumlahnya mencapai ribuan. Sebaliknya, di sini Baron Rivelle memimpin pasukan yang lebih kecil, sedikit di atas dua ratus ksatria menurut perkiraan Asher. Namun, disiplin mereka patut diacungi jempol. 'Tentu saja, ini mungkin bukan seluruh ksatria miliknya,' pikir Asher, mata ungunya menyipit saat ia merasakan sesuatu yang berbeda—kehadiran yang menonjol dari yang lain. Perhatiannya beralih ke seorang pria tinggi yang mengamati lapangan latihan dari sisi sejenak, ekspresinya tenang dan tak terbaca, posturnya memancarkan wewenang. Menyadari tatapan Asher, Baron Rivelle menjelaskan, "Itu adalah Komandan Ksatria. Dia hanya melapor kepadaku." Asher mengangguk kecil, menilai aura pria itu. 'Peringkat Kehidupan Wavestar,' simpulnya. Dari apa yang bisa ia rasakan, sebagian besar ksatria di sini berada di antara Peringkat Blazestar dan Firmstar. Namun, sang Komandan jelas lebih unggul dari mereka semua, bahkan berdiri di atas sang Baron sendiri dalam hal kekuatan. Ia merasa hal itu cukup menarik. Pria dengan kaliber seperti itu bisa dengan mudah mencari pengabdian di bawah rumah bangsawan yang lebih kaya atau berkedudukan lebih tinggi. Pastinya sudah banyak tawaran yang diajukan kepadanya, namun ia tetap setia kepada Baron Rivelle. Asher menggelengkan kepalanya pelan, menepis pikiran itu. Itu bukan urusannya. Setelah mengamati latihan para ksatria selama beberapa menit lagi, sang Baron memberi isyarat agar kelompok itu mengikutinya, dan mereka mulai berjalan kembali ke arah manor. Asher melirik sekali lagi ke arah para ksatria saat mereka beranjak pergi. Suara serangan mereka yang selaras bergema di belakangnya bagaikan guntur. 'Aku pasti sangat senang beradu pedang dengan salah satu dari mereka,' gumamnya dalam hati, senyum tipis tersungging di sudut bibirnya saat mereka meninggalkan arena latihan dan berjalan kembali menuju pintu masuk utama manor.
Bab 304: Komandan Ksatria
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Baron Rivelle’s butler, who had been standing attentively by the door, immediately heard his master’s words. Although his face remained composed, he was well aware that the Baron had not actually prepared three rooms within the manor. Still, he needed no verbal instruction. As the butler of the household, he instinctively understood that this was his cue to act at once and make the necessary arrangements.
Without hesitation, the butler’s form blurred, vanishing from sight as he dashed deeper into the manor corridors. The Rivelle Manor, befitting the residence of a noble, was vast and finely constructed, its marble floors reflecting the warm glow of lanterns along the hallway. Despite its size, very few actually lived within its walls. Only the Baron himself, his wife, their children, and the butler resided there permanently. The numerous guest chambers and spare quarters often stood empty, yet always well-maintained, ready for use at a moment’s notice.
Asher noticed the sudden disappearance of the butler from the doorway, but he said nothing. His sharp perception allowed him to deduce precisely what the old man was doing.
"Since this is everyone’s first time here," Baron Rivelle said, his tone cordial, "allow me to give you a brief tour."
He rose from his seat with a fluid motion, his posture straight and regal. William and Finch, though familiar with the Baron through their families’ connections, had never actually set foot in Rivelle territory before. If they had, the butler would certainly have recognized them immediately.
The three young men stood, following the Baron as he led the way out of the room. Their steps echoed softly against the polished floor. As they moved through the grand hallway, adorned with banners depicting the Rivelle family crest, the Baron gestured to various portraits and artifacts displayed along the walls, briefly explaining their history.
Asher, though seemingly uninterested, quietly observed everything. There was an unmistakable pressure that accompanied Baron Rivelle’s movements, a subtle yet heavy presence that radiated strength and authority.
’Firmstar Life Rank,’ Asher thought to himself after a moment’s silent assessment.
Although the Baron was of the lowest noble rank, his power was by no means insignificant. Among the ten established Life Ranks, Firmstar stood as the sixth, well above the average soldier or knight. Asher did not know the Baron’s precise Sub-Life Rank, nor did it particularly matter to him. What did matter, however, was the realization that even a Baron possessed strength formidable enough to command respect.
Some individuals preferred to conceal their Life Rank, as Asher himself often did, hiding their true strength from others. Yet there were also those, like Baron Rivelle, who saw no reason to mask it. The Baron’s aura was open and unrestrained; his bearing alone revealed the measure of his power.
Asher could tell by the man’s posture, by the way he walked with deliberate grace yet cautious awareness, that he was always prepared for combat. It didn’t surprise him. The world of Crymora was not like the fantasy tales told in books, where nobles sent their knights to fight on their behalf while they remained safe behind palace walls, issuing commands from the comfort of their estates.
Here, nobles bled alongside their soldiers. They led their troops personally, standing on the front lines during battles and monster tides alike. In this world, status was hollow without personal power to back it. Even within the mighty Zarethorne Empire, there existed numerous individuals who dared to defy the Emperor himself, those whose personal strength rivaled his, despite lacking noble titles or heritage.
’Impressive,’ Asher thought quietly, glancing at the Baron with renewed interest.
"Would you like to see my knights?" Baron Rivelle asked suddenly, his voice calm but carrying a note of pride. His hands were clasped neatly behind his back as he spoke, his stride steady and confident.
"Very much," William replied without hesitation. There was a spark of curiosity in his tone. He wished to compare Baron Rivelle’s knights to the ones serving under his own family’s command.
The Baron nodded, taking a left turn down a long corridor. After descending a flight of wide stone stairs, they exited the manor and crossed the courtyard toward another large structure situated on the far left side of the estate. Before they even reached the building, Asher could already hear the rhythmic clashing of steel echoing through the air.
The sound grew louder with every step until, upon entering the training hall, Asher was greeted by a sight that stirred something within him. The expanse before them was immense, the air alive with motion and energy. Over two hundred knights, men and women alike, moved with disciplined precision, their weapons slicing through the air in blurs of steel.
The clang of metal against metal reverberated through the open hall, followed by the rush of wind each time blades collided. Shockwaves rippled across the training ground as the knights struck and parried, their movements synchronized in practiced rhythm. Sweat glistened on their armor, and the atmosphere carried the heavy scent of iron and effort.
"Although the Monster Tide is expected to arrive within a day or two, according to our latest calculations," Baron Rivelle said, his voice raised slightly to be heard over the sound of clashing weapons, "it does not mean my knights are exempt from training. They continue to drill daily, though I have ordered them to moderate their intensity. After all, battle is unpredictable. Even our estimates could fail us, the Monster Tide could strike earlier, perhaps even today."
Asher’s gaze swept across the field of warriors, and his mind drifted momentarily to the Wargrave Knight Order Round. He remembered the scene vividly, hundreds of trainees and seasoned knights honing their skills under the vigilant eyes of instructors. Before his meeting with Cassandra, he had seen the Wargrave Knights’ sheer discipline and overwhelming strength firsthand. Though he didn’t know the precise number of knights under his family’s banner, he was certain it was in the thousands.
Here, by contrast, Baron Rivelle commanded a smaller force, just over two hundred knights by Asher’s estimation. Yet their discipline was admirable.
’Of course, this might not be all his knights,’ Asher thought, his purple eyes narrowing as he sensed something distinct, a presence that stood out from the rest. His attention shifted to a tall man observing the training ground from the far side, his expression calm and unreadable, his stance radiating authority.
Noticing Asher’s gaze, Baron Rivelle explained, "That is the Knight Commander. He answers only to me."
Asher nodded slightly, assessing the man’s aura. ’Wavestar Life Rank,’ he concluded. From what he could sense, most of the knights here ranged between the Blazestar and Firmstar Ranks. The Commander, however, was clearly superior to them all, standing even above the Baron himself in power.
He found it curious. A man of such caliber could easily have sought service under a wealthier or higher-ranked noble house. Surely many offers had been made to him, yet he remained loyal to Baron Rivelle.
Asher shook his head faintly, dismissing the thought. It was none of his concern. After observing the knights’ training for several more minutes, the Baron gestured for the group to follow him, and they began their walk back toward the manor.
Asher glanced once more at the knights as they departed. The sound of their synchronized strikes echoed behind him like thunder.
’I would have loved to cross blades with one of them,’ he mused silently, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips as they left the training ground and made their way back toward the manor’s grand entrance.
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