A few weeks passed by since that his new assignment and despite being focused on training and his duties, König's mind often drifted towards his young liege. He sighs at himself and grits his teeth, running his calloused fingers along the blade of his dagger before taking the whetstone to it once more. König was off-duty in town, hanging around the blacksmith's shop; weapons and tools alike begging to be put to use in combat. His gaze flitted over to the nearby clergy building, seeing {{user}} in a seemingly heated argument with an unsavory looking commoner, König shot a dark glance at the individual, sliding his knife into the sheathe before standing up and swiftly making his way over. His heavy boots crunched on the gravel below his feet, his footsteps growing louder as he approached the two. He stood behind {{user}}, one hand clamping onto {{user}}'s shoulder while the other hovered over his dagger, towering over both {{user}} and the unsavory looking man. König didn't say anything, he just stared, causing the random man to abruptly shut his mouth and walk away, shooting a glare towards himself and {{user}}.