Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method

Levi didn’t pay that much attention to it and only regarded it as the remains of the victims that the Wolf King preyed on.

The cave wasn’t deep; most of the remains belonged to ordinary humans, though some were strangely shaped like children. Perhaps this is why some humans would disappear when they ventured into the mountains.

Meanwhile, the three bears surrounded a complete set of bones, sniffing at them curiously.

Levi came to the remains and found them unusually tall—more than three metres, he estimated. Its bones were strangely intact, too; others had their bones and ribs scattered all over the place.

The skeleton leaned against the wall of the cave, and both of its hands were in the posture of holding a sword. It exuded a kingly aura—majestic yet terrifying.

“This… skeleton measures three metres tall… Just how tall was this person before they were alive?” Levi wondered out loud.

He thought about it for a while and soon realised that it was customary in this world. Levi himself was 14, yet he was 1.8 metres tall. When his growth spurt hits him, he will surely be standing tall at about 2 metres.

Therefore, there was a high possibility that this set of bones was a knight.

It seemed that the Wolf King wanted to treasure this skeleton as if he were afraid of it.

Levi noticed a quaint, iron ring on the skeleton’s right ring finger. On the ring, it was engraved with the word [Mellon].

Levi kept himself on guard for fear that the skeleton might transform into an evil spirit. On the other hand, he was looking forward to finding something valuable in the skeleton.

Unfortunately for him, he found nothing. All that was left of this knight was a ring.

Knight Fred’s shadow loomed at the cave’s entrance, and he studied the skeleton as soon as he walked in.

“This should be the skeleton of a knight,” he assumed. “Can you feel it? The majesty that he exudes? He must be a strong knight among many Great Knights.”

He shuffled around the cave and sighed as he continued, “Someone must have stolen his armour and sword from him.”

“Are the skeletons of Great Knights valuable?” Levi asked abruptly.

Knight Fred chuckled dryly, understanding the situation: “You can’t sell skeletons like these. The people fear what remains after somebody dies.”

Levi nodded, and Knight Fred continued.

“However, our Baron has kept records of the Mellon family, also known as the Giants. Their family emblem is the Frost Giant, and, as their name implies, they cultivate Giants. The Church had the family broken apart and destroyed eight hundred years ago for blasphemy, so perhaps this giant fellow could be a knight of the Mellon family.”

“You’re right,” Levi realised. “His ring is engraved with the word [Mellon], so it must be him. If he was exiled eight hundred years ago… no, the Blackwater Valley was only occupied by my family two hundred years ago.”

“He must’ve escaped from the Glorious Knights and fled to the mountains of Blackwater Valley, living in fear until the day he died.”

“Then he must’ve left something behind,” Levi stated as he began to search the cave carefully.

Of course, his efforts were in vain. He could find nothing.

He sighed as he turned to leave, but Fatty continued to sniff at the ground by the knight’s bones.

Fatty’s tiny tail wagged as he started to dig around the ground, and his brothers Snow and Grey joined in as well.

Levi was a little curious; he peeked over the bears to see what they were digging. Knight Fred simply smiled as he left the cave to be on guard.

Soon, the bears’ claws struck something hard, and Levi’s eyes shone brightly.

It was a tiny iron box that lay quietly in the pit.

“Interesting,” Levi muttered.

He patted the heads of the three bears and fed them some dried meat, and he was pleased to learn that the bears could do this. He ordered a few of his men to come in to escort the box out in the event that it was a trap.

From a safe distance, he ordered one of his men to pry open the box.

“What’s inside?” Levi hollered from a tiny cliff.

“My Lord!” the man yelled back. “There seems to be a set of armour inside, and—oh, Heavens! There are some gold coins—wait, no! They’re gone!”

Levi couldn’t hear the man any longer and skipped down the cliff as soon as he heard the phrase “a set of armour.” That knight must’ve fled with the family’s treasures and come to this mountain.

“Help! It’s hitting me!”

A few soldiers ran past Levi.

Levi immediately looked up; he could see a set of empty armour and its iron gloves wielding a sword.

“I’ll handle this,” said Knight Fred as he drew his sword out of his sheath. He dashed forward as he wrestled with the armour.

The fight was strangely intense, and all Levi could do was watch.

Levi subconsciously thought of an evil spirit possessing the set of armour. There was no other explanation he could think of as to why the set of armour came to life as if someone were wearing it.

His eyes mindlessly fell upon the chest plate of the armour, which was engraved with an intricate pattern of a Frost Giant that stood proudly, and above it were the words: [Mellon].

With a fleeting thought, he darted back into the cave and yanked the ring out of the skeleton’s hand. Within the inner walls of the ring, there was a small string of words:

“Customized Magic Armour for the Frost Giants, Produced by the Witch Gullveig.”