Sir Gadric

'Let me make one thing clear from the outset—I am a pacifist.'

The Garlic Knight, whose true name remains unknown, serves as Vice-Commander to Bell Ringer Thibault. Unlike other Vice-Commanders who have lost their emotions or humanity, Gadric maintains a gentle and accepting attitude toward others, never forgetting his precious feelings and friendships.

Though encased in cold armor that should emanate the chill of a 'human weapon,' those who ride beside him at dawn feel only the gentleness of natural grass. Even the most timid creatures dare to climb upon his head to play with his plume. Perhaps it's because the Seven Virtues he upholds have taken root within his armor, intertwining with his being, always by his side.

Why would someone so perfect choose to conceal their true face? This isn't just one person's question, but an eternal mystery...

Many wandering bards roam the continent of Minexus, sharing tales both romantic and dramatic. Among these, none is more beloved or widely spread than 'The Garlic Knight':

Gadric, known as the Garlic Knight, serves as Vice-Commander to Bell Ringer Thibault. He traveled across the civilized lands as a Bloodborn hunter, renowned for his honesty, integrity, and selflessness, refusing to harm any living being except the Bloodborn.

I read many accounts of Gadric's heroic deeds in a southern lord's castle:

When he entered the castle, everyone assumed he was a jester performing an act.

The winter sun reflected off his cumbersome armor, causing concern that the wearer might suffocate in the stifling metal shell at any moment.

He seemed to have lost his sense of sight and smell long ago, yet in battle, the long stalk on his helmet stood like a spear in the snow-laden wind, unmoved, serving as his eyes and nose.

He pointed at a guest attending the gathering and shouted, then struck them down with speed unfitting for his bulk, revealing their blood-red eyes and sharp fangs—unmistakable signs of a Bloodborn.

I also discovered many mentions of Gadric in Clive's journal entries:

Gadric hasn't visited Mouret for over four months now. Hati and Clive Jr. keep asking to see Uncle Gadric—it's quite vexing... (Several passages omitted)

September 25th: Gadric finally appeared again. According to him, he had fought an extremely difficult battle that left his armor corroded by both foul weather and enemy fluids—much like that equally challenging battle when we first met.

I still remember that night, when the moon made a rare appearance, just as the enemy's blade was coming at me. Gadric, in his metal armor, took the blow meant for me (fortunately, the strike left no mark on his armor). We went on to fight many more battles side by side, but those are stories for another time.

However, these are just others' accounts of Gadric. What impressed me most was the water skin-like bag he always carried.

I've often wondered how much it could hold, as I'd seen Gadric pull out nuts to feed squirrels, oranges for Aiona's lamb, candies for Hati and Clive Jr., and finally, some jerky for me. He said it was an improved version of regular jerky—a snack even the Bloodborn would find tasty.