Cohen of the Rebellion Vol 1 Chapter 14

DC, the capital city of Swabia. Its geography is characterized by the close distance to Pepys, second largest harbor on this continent. Located to the middle-east of Peace, the Divine City oversees Andes Mountains to the west. Swabia's geography, with its warm climate, rich resources, is a contributing factor in making it the most prosperous country on this continent. Due to its close distance to the Divine/Asmodian line, Swabia also undertakes major trading business with Asmodian countries. All these has crowned Swabia the name Pearl of Peace. The current realm is taken by the Climos family. The empire is prosperous and people are at peace.

I didn't have time to blink since we entered the city. The Divine City embraced us with her graceful and elegant beauty. Which made us admire, the ordered building, well-dressed men, and women, witches, and wizards with colorful robes, warriors wearing gorgeous metal armors.

"Boss." Wilder licked his lips, "Awesome city…"

"Indeed…" I was glancing stores on the street and got a little carried away.

"Jack," Moya whispered to his brother, "I need a little something-something."

"Nope! You haven't pay me back last time."

"I don't need much! Ten bucks that's all."

"Jack, say yes! He's your brother." Marfa said, "Ten bucks for me as well…"

"If you pay back 11, I will."

"Kids," Father turned his head  and said, "I have to visit His Majesty, you with Maiza to the hotel."

"OK."

We settled down helped by Uncle Maiza and commented on things we met on the street. Then father came back by noon.

"Kids!" Father declared, "I'll have Maiza take you out for a tour, what you say?"

"Sure, dad!"

"Thank you, Mr. Kheda!"

"Not you, Cohen." Father put his eyes on me, "You need to register at the Royal Academy this afternoon."

"Can't we wait for one more day, dad?"

"If I could I would, but I shall be busy these days." Father looked a bit frustrated by work, "I'm merely free until tonight, let's go. There will be two more days before school opens, you can play with your friends by then."

"Well, yes."

Is this the academy?" Standing beside a tall statue and fondled with its elaborate embossment, I was amazed by its size, "The academic is ten times bigger than our house!"

"You silly lad!" Father gently pushed on my back, "Stop standing around! The viceroy's house is not the biggest as always. Now hurry up!"

"Welcome!" Two professor-like middle-aged men came to us, "Your graceful duke, Visual Kheda. I am Hillman, this is Marko. We are here on behalf of the headmaster as your guide."

While they were greeting each other, I took a closer look at these two professors. The one on the left was short with a white mage's robe and tanned skin. He had an accurate pronunciation of words. The professor who stood on the right is obviously a knight judging from his shimmering armor and sword. He was not much a talker except for responding with necessary greeting language and let the mage do the talking.

"So much for now then, duke." Humbly the mage said, "Please follow me Your Highness and his child, the headmaster is waiting for you."

"Good, please lead the way." Father smiled and said, "My fault for making him waiting."

We crossed the yard and I was impressed by how big it was. We continued towards a white, three-floor building surrounded by layers of tall trees.

While we were proceeding silently, I had to endure the looks from scattered students around. Perhaps my black hair and eyes caught their attention. I didn't give a damn, though the thing they said about me was a bit annoying.

"Did you see that? His black hair… weird…"

"Eyes black too! See…"

"Weirdo… he dyed it?"

"I don't think so… I've heard about him…"

"Can't imagined that… and he dresses like a nobility."

"Probably son of an overnight billionaire."

"What? Really… noble?"

"...and the fiance of minister's daughter…"

"Gosh… now we are in for a treat…"

We finally reached the headmaster's chamber. And I could finally stop looking down.

"Welcome!" A tall and thin elder-look man stood from behind a desk, "Duke Visual Kheda, and our future Earl, Mr. Cohen Kheda."

"How do you do, Mr. Headmaster." Father greeted him with manner, "Apologies for interrupting your work."

"You are being extraordinarily polite." The old man shook father's hand, "Which school is your son going to?"

"That's the problem." Father replied, "I need your advice."

The headmaster winked at the other two professors who accompanied us in, then they bowed to him and exited the chamber.

"Cohen, I'll have a word with Mr. Headmaster. Will you give us a minute?"

"OK." I saluted to the headmaster and left the room.

The door shut the voices from inside. I sat on the outside bench for a good while. Passersby paid more attention to the eyes and hair instead of my above-usual look and more or less satisfying figure. I crawled myself on one end of the bench and tried hard to hide any black color in the shadow. Hands crossed and finger messed anxiously.

"Cohen! Cohen!" Panic made me deaf, "Come in…"

I was in the chamber once more and heard father announcing my acceptance, "The headmaster has agreed. Your major will be in literature, and you are allowed to audit magic and martial arts!"

"You heard him, Cohen, you need to study hard!" Headmaster said, "Now you are a formal student of the Royal Academy. And as one of us, you have to discipline yourself.

"Discipline? What Discipline?" I was a bit confused, "Mr. Headmaster?"

"Be strict with yourself like a nobleman!" The headmaster looked a bit differently than before, "With graceful manner and righteous spirit of a knight."

"OK, I see." I nodded, "Will do."

Perhaps father noticed I was not big on school, he had me left the school after he's done with the paperwork.

"What's going on, Cohen?" Father rubbed my hands, "Don't you like your new school?"

Looked at his face, "I don't like it! I wanna go home!" was yet to come out before I noticed his worrying face. Then I recalled his effort during my childhood when I scared off every master. He winded up squeezing time teaching me himself. I couldn't speak a word…

"No, father." I said, "I think it's cool."

"You do?" He looked happy, "Glad you love it."

"By the way, what do we do tomorrow? I have two more days to kill!"

"I have an invitation from the Prime Minister." Father said teasingly, "Let's go and check out your fiancee…"

"NOOOOO!" I bounced, "I WILL NOT!"

"No, you will." Father froze my body, "That's not your call to make."

"Father, please!" I begged, "Can we wait it out?"

"Wait? I'd be home already."

"…"

"Stop that weepy face… you are meeting a princess."

"..."

"Silence means yes."

"I did not!"

"From now on, no more objections!"

"That's not fair! You cheat!"

"Yes, I cheat! You mom's not here anyway…"

An Asmodian country, meaning a country who worship the Asmodians. By the same logic, a country who worship the Divines is named a Divine country.

Chapter end