Eyebrows raise at the princess’ words, but soon the look of surprise turns to mild amusement. Well, she’s fast to defend him, or something, though truthfully, Mikleo couldn’t care less about what others really think of him.The word pawn is meaningless to him, because he knows he’s not one, if he really were to compare his position like a piece in a chess game. Mikleo knows he’s useful and invaluable, not disposable like a pawn, and he’ll continue to be until he gets what he wants.
‘ chess is a nice game, ’ he says, ‘ a simple simulation of a war, but with just as many casualties. your every move counts, and you cannot take it back. like war, no? or maybe it’s life itself. ’
—Except he hasn’t even played the game, though he supposes it’s a game he’d love to play. One day, maybe, and it sounds like a better pastime than woodcarving.
A soft hum escapes his lips, taking in what the princess has said. Hah, like he would buy that excuse. A stroll to where? A royalty wandering around aimlessly is unheard of; she definitely has eyes on a place to visit. Mikleo decides, then, that this woodcarving business is a complete waste of his time; maybe he’d tag along with Princess Corrin. The soldier throws the carved object into the air, catches it, and throws it as hard and as far away as he could. The momentum throws him backwards and off the branch he’s sitting on, but he lands just fine, dusts the dirt off his pants. At the foot of the tree are his bow and quiver, and he picks them up and slings them over his shoulder.
‘ i hope you don’t mind me tagging along, then, princess. i think i’d like to take a stroll, too. ’
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