“Sorry, I'm just a passer by who witnessed the same thing you did,” the man interrupted him. ”I have no idea what happened here...”

“N-nonsense!” the suit interjected. “I saw it with my own eyes!”

He pulled at his battered helmet and revealed a youthful face haloed by wavy golden hair. He looked no older than 15, his soft, handsome features marred by a bloody gash on his left brow. His blue eyes shined as he stared at the image of his savior before him.
“You suddenly appeared in front of me as I stood with this cliff’s precipice behind my back and was about to give my last breath to save the Twin Kingdoms against that evil behemoth!” he said in one breath. “I was about to give up all hope, but just as I raised my sword, you fell from the heavens and immediately attacked the behemoth as it was about to blast me with its fiery breath!”
“No... I actually slipped from the path up there and fell off the cliff...” the man mumbled while pointing up the hill. “Look, this was just a mistake... I had a... little drink... and only acted on instinct after seeing that bastard aiming at me...” He pointing at the half carcass in the middle of the plain.
“You raised a hand and sent a blinding beam of light that killed the behemoth! When even the greatest of wizards from my father's court were not able to wound its thick hide!”
“I-it was as accident!” the man repeated.
“You didn't even break a sweat as you did so!” the prince continued staring at him with wide glittering eyes.
“I told you, I was drunk!” the man insisted, but the prince refused to listen to his excuses.
“You are just like the Golden Hero of legend who killed the eight headed manticore and defeated the Demon King in the war of Liberation twenty years a-”
The lad in armor stopped mid sentence as he noticed the streaks of gold near the roots of the man's brown hair. He then remembered the golden light that emerged from his savior's hand. He tried to catch the gaze of the golden eyes beneath furrowed brows, but the man refused to face him.
“Look here kid,” the man said after an exasperated sigh. “Like I said, this is just a big misunderstanding. I'm no hero. I don't know what happened here or what ever it is you're talking about.”
“But-”
“For all I know, you were the one who killed that thing! You probably showed some super final ultimate move due to desperation!”
“But you...”
“I'm just a good for nothing drunkard who is on his way back to my hut in the woods to get some slee...”
The man’s words trailed off as he looked at the vast plain that was once the woods that housed his hut.
“FuuuuuucK!”
The next few minutes were filled with another chain of explicits.

The young knight spent this time trying to remove his dented armor the best he could. It took him some effort to remove just half of it, and found it impossible to get his left greave off.

He seemed to have broken his leg, and the pain was just beginning to overwhelm him after the initial shock.

All the while, the mysterious drunkard who saved him pulled at his hair and cursed some more.
“Master, if you would allow, please tell this unworthy knight the name of his savior?” he asked when the man finally ran out of curses.
The man was now squatting on the ground with his back to him.

He slowly turned his head, glared at the prince in annoyance, and sighed.
“Just call me Will.” He stood up with a grunt and looked at the lad before him and mumbled. “So. What now?”

“Master Will should come to the Twin Kingdoms with me to receive your just rewards!”
“I wasn't talking to you!” Will grumbled.
“Oh...” the lad looked around the area.

“I was talking to myself,” Will said with another sigh.

It was starting to get lighter as morning approached, but he can't seem to see anybody else around.

“What did you say your name was?”

“M-my name is Prince Simon, the 17th prince from the Twin Kingdoms, particularly, the Eastern Twin, 9th son of King Stephanus, and 34th to the throne.” The fair prince gave a shy smile as he said this and waited for his savior’s reply.

“Meh,” Will mumbled. “And you said that your brothers are all dead?”

“Oh, I meant my brother knights... my royal brothers are back in the army settlement about three miles from here...”

“Hmph... A disposable pawn. Less competition.”

The prince blushed upon hearing this.

The two went silent.

“Can you get up?” Will finally asked the prince.

“I-I think I just need a bit of rest...” Simon stuttered. “My armor gets heavier by the minute, and I seem to have broken my left leg...”

He kept his face down as he felt Will's gaze upon him. He was too ashamed of his weakness, and yet, too proud to see the pity in Will’s eyes.

“Haa... I guess it can't be helped then...”

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CHOICES:

[Just leave the kid to die] go to Part 4
[Can't help but help the poor kid] go to Part 5

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