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Maxx Mercer had no idea why there were so many horses.
Or why he was wearing velvet pants.
Or why a man in a bejeweled turban was trying to stab him with a ceremonial sword while smiling broadly and speaking in a language Maxx definitely didn’t speak.
But let’s rewind a few hours.
It all started because Maxx had taken a wrong turn looking for the bathroom.
He was supposed to be behind the scenes at the United Global Peace & Technology Summit in Geneva, Switzerland—just another freelance technician filling in for a guy who’d swallowed a USB drive “for safe keeping” and had to be airlifted.
But Maxx had wandered down the wrong hallway, opened the wrong gilded double doors, and found himself backstage at what looked like… a royal coronation rehearsal?
Before he could back out, someone had grabbed him.
“Perfect! The honor guard actor bailed. You—on the horse!”
“I—what horse?!”
And that’s how Maxx ended up in a borrowed velvet page uniform, awkwardly mounted on a skittish ceremonial stallion named Judgment, being led into a royal procession for the visiting dignitary from the Sovereign Duchy of Belvaria—a very small, very proud nation known for three things: its goat cheese, its aggressively shiny swords, and its unpredictable diplomatic traditions.
As Maxx tried to look noble (and not fall off), trumpets blared and courtiers cheered. The Belvarian Duke, His Excellency Lord Reginald Vashtar the Fifth, squinted at Maxx, leaned toward his advisor, and whispered, “Is that… the Hero of the Flooded Mainframe?”
Apparently, a recent Belvarian intelligence report had flagged Maxx’s accidental saving of Earth from a rogue AI as evidence of divine chaos. In Belvarian tradition, divine chaos meant you were to be honored… as a Knight of the Curving Path.
Which is why Maxx suddenly found himself face-to-face with Lord Vashtar, who drew a sword that looked more expensive than Maxx’s student loans.
“Maxximus of Mercer,” the Duke intoned, “For bravery most bumbling and chaos most blessed… I dub thee Sir Misfire!”
“Wait—what?” Maxx blinked.
SHTINK! The flat of the blade came down hard on Maxx’s left shoulder, knocking him off balance. Judgment, startled by the motion, reared backward.
Maxx flew off the horse—straight into a ten-tier cake sculpture meant for the evening gala.
Flour, fondant, and national embarrassment flew everywhere.
Gasps. Screams. A very angry pastry chef fainted.
Maxx sat up in the wreckage of buttercream, dazed, cake on his goggles, holding the sword he’d accidentally grabbed mid-fall.
The Duke was silent. Then… he laughed.
Loud. Proud. “Truly,” he bellowed, “this is the most Belvarian knighting in history!”
Puzzled but still alive, Maxx was helped to his feet as the Belvarian choir began singing their national anthem, “May the Goat of Fate Be Ever Unpredictable.”
The sword was presented to him in a velvet-lined box. His name—Sir Maxximus Mercer of the Curving Path—was etched onto an official Belvarian scroll that would be entered into international records.
The U.S. State Department would spend the next three weeks trying to un-knight him.
They failed.
Later That Week…
Back home, Maxx looked at his new title card:
Sir Maxximus Mercer, C.P. (Curving Path)
He sighed. “Totally part of the plan. Yep. That plan.”
The card promptly caught fire from a nearby toaster short.
And somewhere in the world, a villain named Precision clenched her fists, screaming, “HE’S BEEN KNIGHTED?!”
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