The Indifferent Scribe of Kingdom Life | Fiction Writings

Originally written on September 5, 2024



In a game called “Kingdom Life 2”, in a little city, a scribe sat down one of the chairs surrounding a table. Meanwhile, there were a bunch of people talking outside.

One said, “health pot is herbs holy water and then grab a flask”. A second said, “reason” A third said, “FIGHT” A fourth said, “Come in, you’ll be safe.” The second said, “yall don’t understand”

The cacophony of voices were asynchronous; however, he could hear them all from inside his room on the second floor. 

He would rather stay inside and idly drink from his cup with little bother about the goings of daily life here in this small part of the city. However, he was downplaying the size of his location, given that he was next to the castle of the king.

Actually, earlier, the king visited him, entered the room on the second floor, and sat down on the only other four-chair table. He munched on a fruit for a while before leaving.

It was a strange thing, yet he knew well that such an occasion was normal in this city. But he was not too emotional about it, being very familiar with the only people of the city. There were only 12 people here in this place.

His life was simple, and he went to bed immediately without a fuss, still holding the cup in his hand. Since its contents were below half, even if the cup was angled, it did not spill.

He could still hear the varying tones of the chattering 11 people outside. He was likely the only one in bed.

After lying down for a while, he aimed to go outside, walking down the stairs. He walked to the door and then back up, repeating this several times. Afterwards, in the market, outside the building, he stared at a church.

A much armored knight walked up to him with a sword and slashed at the scribe, but he was immune to damage, having made sure that he could neither hurt anyone or be hurt.

Another warrior did the same.

All the while, he stood still idly, holding his cup, carefree, still looking at the church.

After looking around him for a while, appreciating the landscape and the buildings, he walked up to the church out of curiosity and entered inside.

There were numerous books, and he had not been here before.

He took a seat at one of the four-chair tables available on the first floor. He noticed the staircase leading to the second floor, and from what he saw outside, it likely had many floors given the impressive height of the building.

After relaxing for a while, he headed to the second floor. Here, there was a bed, a circular pad with blocks levitating up and down perpetually above, a writing desk with papers, a quill, and a single chair, and a staircase leading to the third floor. He sat down. In front of him, a window showed the warrior who tried to kill him earlier far on the street below

He enjoyed the view of the mountains from his vantage point, and while he did not intend to write anything here, he did enjoy the simplicity of the tools, the paper, and the layout. After taking another sip, he got out of the chair, staring at the next staircase.

After going up, he saw another writing desk, a bed with an orange blanket, two cauldrons, and a potion shelf. There were four windows.

He went up the next staircase, heading to the fourth floor.

He found another writing desk, and this time, the pillow part of the chair was green. The bed here was dark green. There was also a strange bush that looked to have vines and to have been created by magic; though he was not sure.

He realized that there were four windows on each floor as he was walking up the next staircase that led to the fifth floor.

On the fifth floor, he saw a fireplace and thought it was a hazard because the floors were wooden, but he assumed that magic stopped the fire from leaking or prevented the wood from burning.

He saw another fireplace here, and instead of being red, it was bluish purple.

He saw another desk, but it was black. It was not a writer desk, and it was strangely shaped. In fact, the chair looked broken, but he could still sit on it fairly comfortably.

He kinda wanted to go to the sixth floor, but his legs and back were getting tired.

He decided to go downstairs. He tried not to trip off the staircase since there were no railings.

Once he was at the bottom, he took a deep breath, as he stared at the door. He jumped in relief and passed through the door.

Outside, it was still morning and bright, but moments later, it suddenly became dark.

Another knight tried to kill him, but he did not know if it was the same one from earlier.

The knight stood in front of him as he stared in the middle of the city. He said, “Scribe.”

After what felt like forever, the knight told him that this was now a kingdom of total control, and that he led it.

The scribe ignored him, walking past the knight.

He knew that the knight could not kill or displace him. 

After walking up to a house to see what was inside, he went in front of a stall with swords being displayed. No one was actually selling, but he stared at them anyway.

The knight was still talking loudly on top of a well, but the scribe was not sure if the knight was talking to him anymore.

After a while, the knight came back and tried to kill him, shouting die repeatedly before ending with “BE GONE”.

The scribe was unbothered, wondering why the knight was obsessed with total control and slaying people.

His thoughts were brief, because soon, the sun came up.

He looked around him and saw someone pass by and enter the church. He did not mind. He had seen many people pass him by.

He thought that the trees were beautiful.

He walked in front of the castle, standing a relatively far distance away.

After some time, he saw the gates open. He counted 6 people inside.

Some time later, someone from the castle went outside, traveling down the same road he was on. He was standing in the middle of the road. Simultaneously, a stall vendor brought his cart next to him before moving a short distance away and standing for a long time.

Three heavily armored people in a line walked past the scribe. They looked to be in a battle chase.

One of the armored people came to him and told him, “Do not tell anybody what you saw.” The scribe drank in response.

Subsequently, a wizard wearing black clothes emerged from behind him and tried to give him an apple.

The knight who said he was in total control from earlier was still making annoucements, saying that the village was undergoing changes. He heard it since he was still walking around the city square, and the scribe was on the road practically beside it.

Now that it was night again, he just relaxed in the city square.

The knight announcing earlier repeated that the village was undergoing changes, even shouting, “SCRIBE”.

He began announcing that war had to start, ending with “VIVA REVOLUTION!”

The scribe was just hanging out and standing in front of the stalls one by one.

However, he did want to go back into his room on the second floor of his building and sleep. He did not need to sleep at all, but it was still a habit of mine to seek some form of respite from the busy and energetic life of the people here.

As soon as he returned to his room, he lay down in bed, still holding his cup.