Fate: Hero and Sword

Many job classes existed in the world and Vincent himself could be considered to have two at the moment. High Noble, and Apprentice Sword Master. Similar to YGGDRASIL whose job types were categorized into Base, High, and Rare, the job types Vincent possessed could be categorized as High. In YGGDRASIL, each job type allowed players different amounts of level caps, Base level to fifteen, High to ten, and Rare to five. In which case, the max levels Vincent could work his job class towards was a max of ten each, granting him twenty levels when considering his current job types. Unless he found other job classes in the future, this was his predicted job limit, but then again, finding and learning extra job classes were far easier for the Humanoid races which possessed the majority of job classes.

Humanoid races also possessed racial levels, but the base racial level of humans were generally lower amongst all races. Therefore, their ability to hold multiple classes was more important for consideration when gauging a Human's strength both in the New World and YGGDRASIL.

The current situation was no different.

Even if Arturia appeared somewhat frail in Vincent's eyes, he wasn't ignorant enough to call her weak.

Her armours were regal, rolls of silk and fur mounted over an intricately designed steel-plate armour, standing out in stark contrast to the dull scenery of the forest.

It was why the job classes of Holy Knight and Paladin first appeared at the forefront of Vincent's mind, for the Roble Holy Kingdom was famed for its Paladin Order. Still, it didn't make sense. His family's status and title in the South was a Noble Duke of the mid-land between the North and South, as such, he was privy to information from both domains.

The Paladin Order of the North indeed possessed the strongest Paladins of the Roble Holy Kingdom, and amongst them existed Remedios Custodio, the number one in the Order. And yet, staring at Arturia, Vincent was certain that whatever level of power Remedios was at, there was no comparison between the two. Even the recent declaration by the Holy Queen to the South insisting that Remedios Custodio possessed the Holy Sword of the Roble Kingdom's National Hero seemed more like a joke to Vincent's eyes than ever at this point.

The Sacred Weapon of the Sword Maiden in some upstart Paladin's hands?

Vincent didn't want to tarnish the views he had on his Kingdom's national Hero so easily. Besides, he had met Remedios before and she wasn't the most pleasant of company, the sword at her waist too unassuming to him to be anything related to the Holy Sword of the Kingdom.

Instead, just by comparing aura alone, Remedios couldn't compare even with her fake Holy Sword.

The woman before him was someone Vincent had never seen or heard of before, not even in the Nine Colours, the Roble Holy Kingdom's strongest.

As such, who was she, and why was it that a woman of her bearings would protect him without profit? No matter how upstanding and traditional his family's ideals and principles were, they weren't fools ignorant of the world. Motive and greed were always hiding beneath warm exteriors, perhaps the current situation was no different.

Upon thinking of this fact, Vincent's mood dipped as the reverence in his eyes for the woman before him gradually faded.

In the end, Vincent was already aware that the time of honour and chivalry had already passed. As such, he resolved himself to meet whatever demands this woman would have of him for saving his life.

It was the way of the world.

Equivalent exchange.

And yet, no such thoughts were running within Arturia's mind.

Instead, what occupied her head were mixed feelings. She understood that she was already acting out on her own without consent or notification to her master and creator, but she couldn't stand by and watch any longer. It was against her principles, and her bottom line had been provoked when the honours and ideals she represented were besmirched by what she perceived as a mere assassin.

She could understand their profession and specialization to attack in the shadows, but she couldn't respect them for it. It was one thing to face her in person and state his views in opposition to her own, and it was another to voice out opposition without the will to reveal one's self.

Originally, she had left the Mausoleum on behalf of her master to help scout the area for any dangers and to also search for her master. As such she had dispersed her Knights around the vicinity to cover more ground while blatantly ignoring Nero who decided to return to the mausoleum after her scouting was done. After all, Nero had once ruled as an Emperor and understood that her ability alone wasn't enough to compete with Arturia and her knights, so she magnanimously left the task to them.

Within a couple minutes, an entire three-kilometer diameter was scouted out around the Mausoleum, and yet still no sign of her master. Therefore, Arturia and her knights pushed out of the known perimeter in different directions in hopes of locating their creator, but that didn't mean that she didn't have contact with them.

Her classes included Knight, Holy Knight, Paladin, Sword Saint, Sword Master, and most of all Ideal King.

She would stand for her convictions and beliefs without hesitation, for that was who she was.

"Will you not reconsider your choice?" She asked once into the soundless forest.

No reply.

She sighed, her narrowed eyes closing as she sensed another incoming arrow.

But this time, she didn't take any actions. The arrow that had arrived in front of her face suddenly deflected to the left, tufts of her hair blowing in the wind as she reeled in her magical aura. Everything was all too trivial at the moment.

When she had first caught the arrow aiming for Vincent's life, she was a tad apprehensive because she didn't have a gauge on the strength of the enemies in this New World and as such, had bolstered herself with her innate magical ability. Now though, she realized that she was merely overthinking things.