Summary:

Roland is jealous!?

:Oneshot: Sweets Chapter Text

It wasn't the first time Roland saw Lesus climbing the walls in the middle of the day, carrying a bundle which the Judgment-Knight-candidate protects at all costs. If he has to guess, it must be those blueberries again. And if he is correct, then that means, Grisia find another one to do his bidding.

No wonder he is not being nagged by that blonde for a while now.

Turning his back as if he didn't saw anything, out of respect to Lesus, he hurried back to the training grounds and continued sharpening his sword with his sharpening stone. He fiddled at his pocket and took out a pouch and started eating the blueberry pie he had bought before he went to the temple.

He should have bought the strawberries, he mused, stuffing the whole thing to his mouth without leaving a crumb.

He has to admit, Lesus is a good swordsman. When he saved them from the bullies, Lesus did pretty well, even if they were outnumbered.

Putting the pouch aside, he pulled the newly-sharpened sword to his sheathe and proceeded to practice. No, he doesn't feel lonely. He should focus more on his sword. He has always been focused, but lately...no, he can't think about it right now. Right now, he has to practice! Recently, no one tried to spar with Roland because they knew they would only get beaten. Half of the Sun-Knight candidates even admittedly bet on Roland to be the next successor, that is how good Roland is, even Neo, the strongest Sun Knight in history was impressed.

Then a commotion. Everyone stirred from the training grounds, giving way to the latecomer who is preparing to practice with the straw mannequin. There are only three reasons this happens during training; first, Teacher Neo is giving them instructions; second, an amazing swordsman is practicing that everyone tries to watch (which only happens during first attempts, because the second time is kind of boring); and third is, if Grisia somehow got the idea to try his hand on the sword.

The first time it happened, there were three casualties. And the straw mannequin was left unscathed. After that, Teacher Neo personally trained the blonde away from the other candidates or innocent passerby. Having special training under the Sun Knight is such an enviable position which led to Grisia getting more bullied and running towards him for protection.

Roland moved towards the clearing and just as he suspected, Grisia is at the center, wielding a sword.

"Hey squirt, you are not wanted here, get moving before you hurt somebody!" one of the older candidates shouted.

Grisia was not listening to any other taunts that followed and he started raising his hands, clutching the sword. He raised it above his head and with a shout, brought it down on the mannequin, but the momentum was too much, Grisia slipped, the hilt suddenly slide out of his hands and it fell right at Grisia's back! And there was blood! This time, Grisia is the one who got hurt. Roland stiffened at the sight, and rushed forward to the crowd who started laughing and mocking little Grisia for even trying.

"Serves you right, failure!" Roland lost his cool, he grabbed the nearest boy he could touch (he wasn't even sure if he is the one who spoke ill to his friend) and was on the act of punching the kid when he felt holy light surrounding the training grounds. When his eyes finally adjusted, he saw Grisia standing again, wounds healed and reached for his sword.

He swing the sword and it landed inches away from a cleric who turned pale. Another swing, and a tree sapling at the far corner got slashed. A boy got hit, but before he could whelp, holy light surrounded the injured and was healed within seconds. Others followed suit, but they were healed so quickly, they didn't even noticed that they were cut!

The spectators eventually got bored and left a space for Grisia to practice his nonexistent talent at sword fighting.

All the while, Roland is watching Grisia intently. Anyone should have fallen after spending that much holy light, but Grisia continued practicing even if he himself got hurt in the process. For the first time, Roland had given his utmost respect for another human being without regards on his level on swordmanship. He went closer to the blonde, not really caring if he become the next target, and when he touched Grisia shoulders, the blonde looked at him and smiled, "Soon I can practice with you, Roland!" then Grisia collapsed out of exhaustion.

Young Roland brought little Grisia at the Temple's garden. It was their meeting place so he was shocked to find Lesus under the shades of the trees waiting for them. Actually, Lesus was waiting for Grisia, Roland was certain of that as he noticed the bundle.

"What happened to him?" Lesus asked.

"Tired, we were out practicing." Roland replied coldly. "You shouldn't be here." Afterall they were at the Warm-Faction Side of the Temple. Even if they were merely candidates, there is still a friction between the Warm and Cold Faction of the God of Light's Temple.

"Tell that to him," he pointed at the sleeping Grisia, snuggly on Roland's back. "Grisia asked me to bring this." Lesus placed the bundle on the grass, "I really have more things to do than tend to his small favors."

"Then why do you do it?"

"Pardon?"

Roland gently put Grisia down and faced the raven, "Why are you helping him?"

"No particular reason, he asked for my help. He seems to need me."

"He is mine!" Roland exclaimed, not really knowing where that came from

"Eh? W-what are you-"

"He is going to be my holy cleric! I won't let you have him!"

"But I also want him."

"I find him first!"

"He healed me first!" Lesus answered, " after we fought those bullies!"

"But that's because you were closer!"

"Eeeep! Blueberries!" this one came from Grisia as he stumbled upon the bundle beside him. When he realized that the two most potential candidates are staring at him, he innocently asked, "What's wrong, brothers?"

"Who do you like more?" Lesus asked.

"Excuse me?" What is this? Are they trying to fight over...over my blueberries!? Of who I would more likely to share my pies? Can't be! I won't let them!? These were mine!

Reading his thoughts instantly, Roland and Lesus can easily tell that Grisia is thinking about food again.

"If you could only choose one of us, who would you save?" Lesus asked in his deep tone, the one he used to practice interrogating criminals.

"Both." Grisia answered automatically.

"You can't save us both!"

"Of course I can." And this came from Grisia. Grisia who would tremble at the sight of a pack of dogs, or horses or even stairs! They wouldn't be surprised if he could be bullied by a little girl (a little blonde girl who has an unhealthy obsession to pink. What? You think a pink girl is not scary!? Hah, just ask Chikus! ). The two most promising candidates in history stared at Grisia suspiciously.

"What if you can't?" Roland said.

Then Grisia started weeping, "I-I know I am weak, but, but I can save all of you. Even if you are already dead!"

"You can't save me if I'm already dead." Roland said.

"I don't care! I am going to save everybody! Even if my hair turns white, or even if I fight a dragon, or a lich or the Demon King himself! I am going to save everybody!"

"Okay, okay, we believe you."

"Hmpf, but that doesn't mean I am going to share to you my blueberry pies!"

"I've already eaten." Roland answered.

"I've bought them." Lesus said.

"I see, Okay." Grisia continued munching, still teary-eyed.

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