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- Some language
Chapter 11: Foundations (Part 1)
The sounds of agonised moaning and groaning were all that could be heard as everyone stared at the scene before them in complete shock.
The mercenaries were broken out of their stupor by Sygil as he called out to them.
"So, before we get started, do any of you have further objections?" He was watching them intently, and after glancing at the shadows hounds that were growling in their direction, the mercenaries seemed to realise their situation.
The woman mercenary from before slowly stepped forth, acting as a representative on behalf of all the other mercenaries.
"After… after careful consideration, I think we can agree that a new contract can be established to work with you." She chose her words carefully, wary of Sygil who had brute-forced his way into a position of authority.
Sygil scrutinised her intently for several intense seconds, before cracking a wry smile.
"That sounds excellent. Might I get your name please?"
She didn't let his apparent politeness deceive her into thinking it was safe. Regardless, she answered cautiously.
"Alizia. Alizia Grenevaulch."
Sygil locked his eyes with hers. "Well, miss Grenevaulch, I would like to formally congratulate you in becoming the new Head of the Mercenary Peacekeeping Taskforce now established in protecting my vested interests of the town of Merigold."
She widened her eyes slightly, and some of the other mercenaries seemed slightly confused. "I beg your pardon?"
"To put in lamen's terms, you are now in charge of the mercenaries here. They will now all respond directly to you, and you will in turn respond directly to me." Sygil's confident smile only grew.
"Unless, of course, you feel you are not up to it? In which case I can arrange for a suitable replacement, but I'd rather not waste time right now."
Alizia did not like the undertone with which Sygil spoke, so she decided it was probably for the best to comply. For now.
"Of course, Sir Amadeus."
"Good. Now, I trust you can manage everyone for a couple hours while I go sort out some paperwork and other financial details. I will call you in to discuss a new proper contract and payment once I have finished organising everything. Is this acceptable?"
It wasn't a question so much as it was Sygil's decision veiled as a formality, and nearly everyone present could deduce as much. As expected, no one was willing to contest his decision.
"Excellent. While I get things organised in the meantime, I expect you and the mercenaries to continue your regular duties and make sure Clair here," he gestured to the despairing woman, "undoes the seal on Trisha first before she is allowed to heal her husband. Afterwards, you are to supervise her releasing the seals on all of the remaining slaves. Do I make myself clear?"
Alizia resisted the urge to swallow. "Crystal."
"Good. Then I will leave you to it. Oh, and I recommend you send two of your mercenaries to clean up the mess Cain left behind on the second floor. He kinda lost his head during our talk…"
There was something more ominous about the way that was phrased, but she tried her best to ignore it.
Without a further glance, Sygil casually walked back inside the mansion with Maxmillian on his heels, leaving a host of uncertain mercenaries and slaves behind.
As Sygil began to step inside, several more shadow hounds formed from the darkness outside and began to predatorily stalk and patrol around the slaves and mercenaries, leaving everyone uneasy.
Sygil entered back into Beovhan's – no, his, office. The stacks of paperwork from earlier sat undisturbed.
Sygil blew a breath upwards, slightly disturbing his hair. "Well, no time like the present. Let's get this sorted out quickly Maxmillian."
"Yes sir."
Sygil approached the seat behind the desk, sitting down abruptly.
"Go through the other stacks of paper and try to find out anything relating to Beovhan's business. I want to know every little detail of his financial records, and what operations he was conducting here."
Maxmillian snapped to attention. "Right away sir!"
The next several hours were spent meticulously combing through all of Beovhan's documents, and with the two of them working together, they were able to move at a considerable pace.
Most of the documents were self-explanatory and covered the basic financial, property and labour filings on a weekly basis, much of which had been skimmed through earlier with the properties predecessors. However, there were a sparse few documents further detailing other business ventures conducted by Beovhan, not related to farming.
Sygil held a gloved thumb under his chin as he commented idly. "Hmmm, interesting."
Maxmillian glanced over at his Creator. "Pardon, sir?"
Sygil leaned back in his chair as he stroked his chin.
"Some of the financial workings here do not add up."
"Perhaps we are missing a couple more documents, then sir?"
"No. All financial summaries are usually kept together. This isn't poor bookkeeping so much as it is a deliberate attempt to hide something. Albeit, a rather poor job seeing as the paperwork is all together here, the fool.
"It would seem Mr. Beovhan has been running a couple additional business ventures, and hasn't catalogued it in his main financial records, so as to avoid tax, apparently."
"Pardon me, sir, but how does this pertain to us. We can just continue to avoid declaring the additional money accumulated and use it accordingly without anyone being the wiser."
Sygil snorted in amusement. "A one-time occurrence, perhaps, but this is a steady profit he is making, and there appears to be no further information pertaining to costs associated with this. Someone is buying something from Beovhan, and he isn't declaring it. He likely has a contract, or mutual business exchange. And considering how he has attempted to keep it under wraps by avoiding declaring it, it is likely something he wants others to avoid officially knowing about."
Maxmillian was quick to clue in and suggest something. "Perhaps it is the slave trade that was mentioned earlier?"
"The one Beovhan attempted to drug and sell us in? Most likely."
Maxmillian felt a snarl form on his face as he spat with disdain. "Then why don't we extract some information from Beovhan and then deal with both bastards responsible for daring to conceive trafficking you, sir!"
"Patience, Maxmillian. Revenge is not a necessity for us, even granted the circumstances." Sygil was obviously in a cheerful mood, a dark smile forming on his face as he stared off into space.
"Besides, there is a potential silver lining to all of this. By attempting to ransom us, Beovhan has unwittingly provided us with exactly what we need… connections."
"I fail to see the necessity sir…"
"Beovhan hasn't declared any slave trafficking on his main financial records, therefore, he is likely selling to a third party. Most likely, a criminal third party. And criminals have connections in the underworld that will allow us to remain above-board with the ruling governments."
Maxmillian still didn't entirely understand the significance that some petty slavers could offer to his glorious creator. Sygil, upon seeing his confusion, further elaborated.
"The actual buyers, the slavers, are of little consequence to us, but they are likely to be connected with other third parties and organisations. Those third parties are of real interest to me, as they will likely be in positions of actual political influence."
Maxmillian felt himself stare at Sygil in slow understanding.
Sygil smiled sagely at Maxmillian once he finally grasped what he was implying.
"Of course, I'm not so foolish as to think that is guaranteed. After all, they could be just small-time slavers or random purchasers that Beovhan has been selling to. In which case, we would need to take a different approach." Maxmillian nodded his head slowly.
Sygil, however, felt a frown begin to form on his face after a couple seconds of contemplation.
"There is a slight problem, however. The mercenaries."
"You are doubtful of their loyalty when they have a greater interest in coin."
Maxmillian wasn't dumb, that's for sure. It made Sygil somewhat relieved that he had someone reliable to depend on then.
"Yes. Precisely that. While we are in the middle of acquiescing loyal workers to help begin establishing the foundations of an empire, we need a loyal army, not a drabble of mercenaries that can go turncoat on us simply when a bigger fish arrives. And that brings up a rather annoying aspect; we have no real standing army to help consolidate nor defend our assets, only temporary sellswords."
"They are only temporarily reliable at best, so you want to establish a more skilful and loyal army," summarised Maxmillian succinctly, ever so direct.
"Exactly. However, we first need to have the means to fund and create our army, as well as equip it. And that is something we will have a more challenging time to do." Sygil had a forlorn look in his eyes as he spoke.
"So why not use your Ring of Creation to create some NPCs to do so for you; allowing us to carry out your will while you just plan ahead."
Sygil stared at Maxmillian tensely for several seconds, and for a moment Maxmillian began to wonder if he had overstepped his boundaries as a loyal NPC by daring to suggest something of such magnitude and obviousness to his creator.
However, no retribution came, and after several seconds, Sygil cracked a grin, chuckling.
"Of course, Maxmillian. You're right! All I need is to create some NPCs using the ring, and I can equip them with the necessary stats and levels to bypass any racial and build limitations and restrictions imposed on me. I'd have a more diverse and effective workforce, and could leave some of the more menial labour tasks to the slaves and residents here. You're a genius Maxmillian!"
"You give me far too much credit for your brilliance. Surely you were already thinking of doing this anyways, sir."
Sygil was about to dismiss Maxmillian's deflection of credit, but other thoughts interrupted him.
Wait, don't I already have another NPC created? Hans…. Wait, is that how I summoned Maxmillian, through the ring? If so, then I should be able to summon Hans. More loyal people under me means I'll have a much better and effective time in creating my empire.
Sygil felt around in his pocket, finally feeling the ring, though he was unable to fully recognise its texture due to his glove, but that was beside the point. The ring was still there.
Pulling it out, he slowly examined it, before putting it on his left index finger, over the glove, making for a tight fit.
So how does this work now, do I wave it to create a menu like in Yggdrasil, or do I just imagine something like Hans appearing?
He gave a slight flourish of his left hand, hoping to activate the ring whilst imagining Hans.
Perhaps it doesn't work that way?
He barely had time to process any other viable alternatives, when a foreign voice rang out in the room suddenly.
"Hans Gruber, reporting for duty sir!"
Sygil's head shot up in the direction of the voice.
Standing before him in front of his desk was Hans, adorned in an identical uniform to Maxmillian, though his facial features were younger and much less harsh.
Hans' voice sounded rather young, maybe early to mid-twenties, and he had an alluring German accent that portrayed friendliness.
Maxmillian didn't flinch at his comrades sudden apparition, nor did he make any move to draw his weapon, instead shooting a brief cursory glance over to his fellow NPC before returning his attention back to Sygil.
Sygil stared at Hans curiously, trying to suppress his surprise at how easily he was summoned.
Well that was much easier than I anticipated.
Still, he needed to move on, and there was no time quite like the present, so without further ado, he proceeded.
"Hans." The aforementioned NPC stood more erect and at attention than before somehow, but he paid no heed to it.
"Can you provide me a list of all of your Creative Functions and Summons?"
"Yes sir! My current stats and levelling allow me to oversee improved production and manufacture of weaponry up to the modern era, as well as assume complete control of any units placed under my command, including summoning them to fulfil any assigned tasks. Unfortunately, I am currently incapable of creating my own summons, and rely on you to place units under my complete command. Sir!"
Sygil frowned, placing a thumb under his chin, before turning to Maxmillian. "And what about you? Do you have any Creative Functions or Summons?"
"I possess many of the Creative Functions as Hans, sir, but due to my Commander and Overseer attributes, I can do so much more effectively and on a larger scale with less drawbacks and penalties. I am capable of summoning any allied units that you create sir, and can summon my own summons sir, but they currently do not exist yet as they have not been created. A significant resource contribution would be required to create any compatible summons for myself to summon sir, and since none of this has been currently achieved, I am therefore unable to do so currently, sir!"
Both of the uniformed NPCs stood at attention, watching their Creator's actions intently as he sat in deep contemplation.
So they're capable of creating and controlling to an extent, but that requires a resource investment. In other words, we currently have no reliable, nor loyal, standing army or workforce. Only contracted mercenaries and hopefully indebted slaves.
There were also the townspeople, but due to their lacklustre population and atypical human nature, he doubted their overall reliability for the long term.
Then again, I only need outside help for the short term.
That still left the dilemma of how he intended to acquire his own personal army and workforce.
Glancing at the two NPCs, he pondered on the possibilities.
They can't create an army directly, not without sufficient resources, but maybe there might be a way to bypass that. After all, he lived a life of exploiting loopholes to his advantage. And everything could be manipulated and exploited. It was only natural that there was a way he could find to do so.
He directed a hardened gaze at both of his subordinates.
"I need an army. One that is loyal solely to me, and highly effective. The mercenaries will only remain loyal for so long, and I am doubtful of their skills and abilities in the long-term. Inevitably, sooner rather than later, we will need to amass an army that is loyal strictly to me. However, that will be difficult and take a long time, unfortunately."
A bitter frown found itself slowly forming on his face with each word, and when he was done, Hans shot him a quizzical glance.
"Forgive me for asking sir, but why not just create your own army from the ground up, much like you created us, sir?"
Sygil briefly entertained the thought, but was quick to dismiss it.
"While your suggestion has merit, I require a significant amount of resources and time to craft even one individual, and the Ring is insufficient on its own."
Hans gaze lowered as he frowned at the information.
"Not to mention the mana and XP points that are required…." Sygil trailed off as he mentioned XP and mana.
This world isn't Yggdrasil or a game anymore, so maybe I don't need those points at all?
He filed away the thoughts for later testing and reference in his mind, when suddenly Maxmillian spoke up.
"Perhaps you can't create an army individually, but why not instead create another NPC that could manufacture an army of summons instead?"
Now, Sygil was intrigued at that idea. Even Hans' expression looked thoughtful at that suggestion.
A small smile began to form on Sygil's face as he stroked his chin with his forefinger.
"Perhaps…. I suppose it would solve the XP requirement for a full-scale army. However, summons require mana to be used, if I'm correct. Additionally, only the summoner can store and unleash them, which means so long as the original summoner is incapacitated, an army would effectively be rendered null and void."
From one dilemma to another….
An army of summons could be compromised, but maybe he didn't need summons. The idea of an NPC effectively manufacturing soldiers for him would save him time and potentially mana and XP. However, he would still need resources. And he didn't want to be so cheap as to equip his future army with only primitive wooden spears and rocks. No, he wanted to progress his army straight to the modern age of Earth at the minimum, in terms of technology.
"Hmm. Perhaps… if I created an NPC with manufacturing capabilities to produce individual soldiers instead…." He looked up to properly address his two NPCs with this train of thought in mind.
"Are there any specific racial classes or types of NPCs that would be able to effectively create soldiers and help progress us technologically?"
He was beginning to think broader now. He didn't just want an army, he wanted to ensure he would be top-dog of this world. And the certainty and robust nature of technology could provide that, much more reliably so than magic he wasn't entirely familiar or proficient with.
Both Maxmillian and Hans began to ponder a range of options.
"Perhaps dwarves? They usually have superior creativity elements compared to most other races?" Hans barely finished when Maxmillian interjected angrily, his face scrunched up.
"You would dare suggest that a filthy demi-human race would produce greater ingenuity than a pure human?!"
Sygil was quick to interject.
"I care little for race or creed so long as it benefits me. However, I need something that can expand currently existing infrastructure and provide technological advancements and help manufacture an army. Something that is resilient, efficacious and able to work quickly." He looked Hans directly in the eyes.
"Would dwarves indeed meet these requirements?"
Hans seemed to hesitate, albeit briefly. "They… are an option. There could be more suitable choices, however, sir."
Sygil merely leaned back into his seat, still holding his chin.
Silence permeated the room as everyone began to ponder over the current situation.
Finally, after some deliberation, Maxmillian spoke up.
"What about an automaton, sir?"
Sygil waved his hand, gesturing him to continue.
"An automaton would be technologically equipped to provide both accurate and precise analytical data, as well as be capable of developing technology to meet your standards, sir. Not to mention, due to its robust racial characteristics, it would be capable of easily defending your assets provided it was sufficiently levelled up."
By now, Sygil's interest was piqued, and he began to fill in the gaps.
"An automaton would be able to independently utilise natural and magical resources to create an army and advance our current base of operations much further. Not to mention the reliability due to computer generated data, providing a great deal of efficiency in any projects."
As he laid his hands on the table, he could feel a satisfied smile form on his face. "I like it."
However, a cold realisation came across his mind.
"Unfortunately, to create one, I need to have the appropriate racial classes and requirements, as well as starting materials and resources."
"This settlement should have sufficient starting resources to scrounge up for an automaton, and from there, improvements can be added as we acquire more resources, sir," added Maxmillian.
This could work out even better than I originally anticipated.
Sygil nodded his head slowly in concurrence; the idea did truly appeal to him. If it would work, that is.
Only one way to find out, though.
"I'll have to try it, then. If it does indeed work, the boon to my empire would be phenomenal in helping to jumpstart it. It would save us much time. Still," he trailed off ruefully. "It is something that will have to be done at a later time. And that is if it even works at all."
The two NPCs nodded in affirmation and understanding. "Of course, sir."
"Still… that doesn't solve our other current situation. The one concerning our base of operations and the town of Merigold," he clarified upon seeing the looks his two subordinates were giving him.
"First thing on the agenda is to secure our local mercenaries loyalty. A pay-rise above their standard should help to alleviate any concerns they might have. We can use the income coming from the deceased mercenaries as compensation so we don't really pay any more, instead they just get their deceased compatriot's share." It was important he secured their loyalty, even if temporarily. This would be the quickest and easiest way. Besides, he planned to recoup any funds lost, so it wasn't exactly a bad investment.
"If that is what you wish, sir, it shall be done."
"It is. Now, there were originally 23, at 6 gold per month. Cain is dead, and so is the burly asshole from earlier," the body was still lying on the floor with blood pooled around it. Should get that cleaned up. "And… five guys from outside. So all up that's seven mercenaries dead. At six gold per month…" he ran some mental calculations in his head, before coming up with a satisfactory number that didn't exceed what Beovhan was previously paying, but was still a significant pay increase to keep them satisfied. "Say, an increase in pay to about 8 gold a month? Seems fair, and will keep them content for now."
He was mostly talking to himself at this point, but also wasn't hearing any objections from Maxmillian or Hans.
"Next order of business is the distribution of labour and duties amongst the townsfolk and the slaves."
Maxmillian was quick to have some input.
"Might I suggest reassigning the townsfolk to more relevant labour duties, sir?"
"Already ahead of you, Maxmillian." Sygil already plans in motion in his head to begin expanding solidifying his control and influence.
"Most of the townsfolk laze about doing mere retail for travellers, with a couple skilled tradesmen amongst them. That needs to change. Once we finalise the details and a new contract with the mercenaries, I'll get you to begin reassigning the townsfolk to mining and industrial production. Once the slaves are freed, I'll assign them accordingly to continue working on the crops or maybe use their enhanced strength for mining. Remember, we still need to turn a profit and keep our new business fully operational."
This time, Hans spoke up. "And what about those that refuse, or worse, become dissidents to your rule?"
Sygil didn't even hesitate. "Then they're a liability. Re-educate them on their new duties, and if they still fail to comply, kill them. However, leave the slaves be, as they can provide a greater range of uses, so flexibility and discretion are needed there. I will deal with them personally. Just make sure the residents understand their new duties."
He didn't fail to observe the sadistic grin that came across Maxmillian's face. "Of course sir, you can leave it to me."
Hans shot a curious cursory glance at Maxmillian, but otherwise ignored him.
"Now would also be a good time to start collecting all of the minerals, metals, ores and other valuable resources in this town. If I am to create an automaton, I will need starting materials at my disposal. Hans, see to it that all such materials are relinquished over to us in the mansion."
Hans bowed his head slightly. "Of course, sir."
"Good. By now, Clair should have finished releasing the seals on Trisha and some of the slaves."
"But what about Beovhan?" Interjected Maxmillian.
"If he hasn't bled out by now, then I can use him for information. After-which, we can deliberate his fate."
"And if he doesn't want to comply?"
Sygil chuckled lightly. "Maxmillian, have some more faith. With his wife and unborn child hostage, he wouldn't want to dare refuse me."
Maxmillian slowly nodded his head in understanding.
"Now all that leaves is just Trisha."
"What about the demi-human, sir?"
"She was a warrior, as were her sisters, I presume. We have a temporary shortage of defenders in our mercenaries. Those that aren't put to work on the fields or mines, will be placed in my new army."
Maxmillian couldn't help but let a frown form. "Forgive me for overstepping sir, but are you sure that is wise? She could easily betray you, and her skills are debatable."
Sygil took no offence. "Oh, I am relatively certain of where her loyalty lies. It is to her sisters and their safety, and since I can provide that, it is by extension given to me also."
"That isn't true loyalty, sir. And even if she were, what skillset can she offer that Hans or I cannot?"
Sygil merely waved a hand passively. "In terms of her skillset as a warrior? I personally do not have the highest expectations. Since she is from Gallheia's tribe, she has sufficient skills to, at the very least, make bandits and other sources of problems more… manageable. It's less about her skill, and more so she is a body that can fit into the fledglings of my army."
He took a calm breath confidently. "Besides, if it came down to it and she did indeed try to betray me, then I'd kill her. The same applies to the others. However, that is why I have seen to it to be a generous leader for them to follow. Loyalty out of gratitude minimises the very risk you are concerned about, which is what I have done. We just need to give it time for them all to come around." He flashed Maxmillian a brief, clipped smile.
Maxmillian nodded slowly, placing faith in his Creator to know what was best.
Sygil closed his eyes with a forlorn smile.
"Anyways, if all goes according to plan, then they will be a temporary army until we create a true loyalist army."
Maxmillian pursed his lips in concurrence. "Then all that leaves is informing the mercenaries of their new roles, as well as the residents and demi-humans."
"Precisely," nodded Sygil. "Actually, if you could fetch Alizia for me, and we can organise a proper contract and her new duties. Then we can get a proper move on."
Maxmillian snapped to attention. "Of course sir, right away!" With that, Maxmillian left the room, stepping over the corpse of the unfortunate mercenary from earlier.
Sygil reached over to grab a piece of paper from a nearby pile, before laying it on the table before him. Hans, out curiosity, glanced at it.
Sygil seemed to notice and answered. "It's the mercenaries old contract with Beovhan. If you could grab me a clean sheet, and I can create a new one with them, seeing as the old one is somewhat obsolete now."
Hans nodded his head in compliance, before reaching over to the shelf behind to grab a clean parchment. "Of course sir."
With that, Sygil began to reread the original contract, making mental notes of what to include, omit and amend.
It didn't take long before there was a brief knock on the door, upon which Maxmillian, towing Alizia, entered the room.
Closing the door behind them, Maxmillian stood diligently at attention, blocking the door. Meanwhile, Alizia was left standing in front of the desk where Sygil and Hans sat.
Sygil looked up, flashing a smile. "Ah, miss Grenevaulch. A pleasure to see you again."
"Likewise," nodded the woman stiffly. Everyone could tell she was uneasy, especially if the hand resting near the pommel of her sheathed sword was any indication.
"No need to concerned. I just want to discuss the terms and conditions of a new contract with you. Please, take a seat." He gestured to the empty seat before him.
She eyed the seat cautiously, before sending the same wary look to him, as if she half-expected the seat or him to lash out and bite her in half.
Wordlessly, she pulled the chair out and slid into it.
"You summoned me." There was no mistaking the trepidation in her voice, but he couldn't entirely fault her. After all he had all but a few hours ago brazenly claimed ownership over everything, and proceeded to summon monsters from the shadows to mercilessly slaughter those that opposed him. The slaughtered being her comrades most likely, assuming she had formed a familial bond with the mercenaries, which was likely.
Sygil steepled his fingers, an air of confidence and control exerted as he leaned slightly forward.
"Indeed I did. After all, considering the recent change in employment you have experienced, alongside your sudden promotion, it only makes sense that I be fair and offer you a new contract."
Alizia eyed him, sending a cursory glance to the newcomer she hadn't previously seen before; Hans.
"Of course, I appreciate the generous sentiment."
"Excellent," Sygil leaned back in satisfaction.
"Not much has changed when compared to your previous contract," he slid the new written contract before her to read for herself. Regardless, he summarised briefly.
"Aside from some additional duties that you will perform, you will be pleased to note that you and your fellow mercenaries will receive a small pay increase to 8 gold per month."
Alizia steeled her expression to remain neutral as she turned the contract around to read it for herself.
"You and your mercenaries will answer directly to myself and my two subordinates, Hans," he gestured to the uniformed man seated on his left, "and Maxmillian."
Alizia nodded as her eyes skimmed over the contract quickly, attempting to discern any dangerous loopholes for her.
"Of course," continued Sygil, "Your new duties are a little more extensive and beyond simple policing now. I expect you and your comrades to have an extra vigilant watch over my property and the residents. I cannot afford lax behaviour from anyone, and any and all threats must be dealt with swiftly and harshly." Alizia detected the warning underneath those words applied for both her and the mercenaries as well.
"You will also be expected to assist with any other matters myself or my subordinates deem necessary."
She placed the contract down after reading it.
"Of course, though," by now Sygil's tone became more serious. "If you feel you or your mercenaries are not up to the task, then that means I would have to find a replacement."
She did not like the implications of those words, and the cold, neutral expressions directed by everyone in the room made her feel like a little sheep in a room with wolves.
She did not like this one bit, but at least she could admit the pay was somewhat nicer. Plus the contract didn't seem to ask of anything too concerning.
After careful consideration, she cautiously answered Sygil. "After considering what you have offered in your contract, I am willing to accept the conditions of your employment, as would the rest of my comrades." God, she hoped this wasn't a mistake, but she was loath to admit she was in no real position to refuse. And considering the fate of the other mercenaries that refused, she didn't think it was wise to either. She was trapped now.
Sygil straightened up, flashing a satisfied smile. "Excellent. Hans and Maxmillian here have some duties they need to take care of, and will require the assistance of you and your mercenaries. They will inform you of what is required. You can also expect to work alongside the newly released slaves in the near future, so I suggest any problems that both parties might have be buried effective immediately. We are all one cohesive unit now, and I want to it to stay that way. Am I clear?"
She nodded respectfully. "Absolutely. I hate to ask so soon, but when can we expect to receive our first payment."
If her new employer was offended, he didn't show it, even if Hans and Maxmillian bristled at the question.
"Provided you do an effective job, by the end of the week. If there are any other questions…?"
She shook her head.
"Good. All you have to do is sign the contract."
Slowly, she reached for the quill on the desk, and proceeded to add her signature to the document. It felt as if the world was coming to a stop as she signed her name. For better or for worse, her life, and her comrades, was going to change. She knew that much.
"Congratulations! Welcome aboard. Now, Maxmillian will be leading the reorganisation of the resident's new duties. You and your mercenaries will assist him where necessary. Meanwhile, Hans is going to take a group to start collecting all metals and ores in the town and ensure all of your fellow mercenaries sign the contract. You can help them sign."
If Alizia was sceptical, she did a good job masking it. "Of course," she replied neutrally.
"Good." He glanced at Maxmillian and Hans. "You know your duties. I expect them done by dusk."
"Yes sir," they both saluted in unison. "Excellent. I am going to manage Beovhan and Clair now. We'll meet later."
With that, Sygil Stood up and circled around the desk to the door, which Maxmillian opened for him to enter.
Nodding his thanks, Sygil stepped out, before stopping and glancing back at Alizia.
"Oh, and have someone come clean up the body in here." And with that he left. Alizia glanced at the body on ground which served as a stark reminder.
Maxmillian glanced at Hans briefly, who respectfully nodded. The main plan was established. Now, it was time to enact it.
Trisha couldn't help but feel amazed and empowered at finally having that blasted seal removed from her neck. It was just as much a surprise to her as it was to her sisters, and she daresay even Clair.
She couldn't help but let a cruel smirk form on her face. That filthy human, that wretched bitch that had caused her and her sisters so much pain, was now facing some of the consequences for her actions. She would almost dare to say it was as if divine justice was being wrought upon her, but she knew the truth was less savoury. It was servitude from one master to another. And with that, her thoughts soured.
Sygil was an interesting character. He promised her and her sisters safety and deliverance in exchange for total loyalty. He spoke with confidence and conviction, and after witnessing the carnage he was capable of bringing, she didn't doubt he was capable. But, she was also wary. He was devious, and dangerous, just like her previous masters. But he also felt like something more. And it wasn't necessarily pleasant. She had witnessed many men, all human, act the same. With cruelty and violence. It seemed to be the only language they understood, not that she and her sisters were any different. They acted and fought with honour, however. Or at least, that was what she used to believe.
She remembered following Gallheia's orders, agreeing that the humans should be curbed and controlled, for they were naught but a pest, a parasite infecting the lands. She also remembered her fateful mission with her sisters, to retrieve a few strong men, so their seed could be used to help create the next generation of future warriors, afterwards they would be disposed of. Before, she thought nothing of it, but now, after being raped and beaten, she had begun to appreciate how previous victims of her clan had felt. Despair, and hatred.
Now though, it would seem she was at the end of that road of suffering.
And onto a new path into hell, she thought bitterly as she glanced over to where Sygil and three others were walking from the mansion, their footsteps alerting her to their presence.
It wasn't like there was much she could do anyways. Or her sisters for that matter. The strange beasts that came from the shadows saw to that. Clair had been reduced to a bubbling mess, and was desperate to undo her seal so she could save her husband. She sneered at the thought of him. She hated the couple, and she hated this miserable town.
Once Clair had finished, she was then allowed to heal her husband, who was afterwards taken by two of the mercenaries and held over by the fountain. Frankly, she would have preferred to let him bleed out. But alas, she was in no position to do so.
Clair had set to freeing the remainder of the slaves, her sisters. If she was reluctant, she didn't show it, instead diverting all of her intent and focus into releasing every single one of her sisters. Though, perhaps having one of those demon-esque hounds literally breathing down her shoulder helped.
Upon glancing at them, she recognised the woman mercenary and one of the uniformed men. The other was dressed similarly, but she hadn't seen him before.
The group seemed to split up, with the uniformed men barking out orders to the mercenaries. The woman with them seemed to be assisting them. However, she paid little attention to them as she observed Sygil approach her and her sisters.
"Ah Clair. Just the person I was looking for." The woman stopped what she was doing, glancing up hatefully at the monster standing before her.
Sygil stopped before her, looking down on her as she was crouched down releasing the seal from another slave.
All of the demi-humans seemed to stop any idle chatter amongst themselves and glance up at the human before them. Sygil paid them no heed however.
"How is the progress going?" He almost seemed cheerful.
Clair wanted to spit at him, to shout insults and profanities at him, and to violently butcher him. But, she held her tongue. After the events from several hours ago, she had come to realise she was not in an ideal position. For now.
"I have released most of the slaves seals…"
"See…" smiled Sygil fatherly. "That wasn't so difficult now, was it."
She held her tongue.
"How long until you are finished?"
"You do realise that – " "I don't want excuses. Give me a realistic time frame, or I will finish the job with Beovhan."
Her mouth snapped shut. She had been permitted to heal Beovhan as best as she could, but it was not much. Just enough to seal the puncture wound to his stomach and stop his hand from bleeding out. His hand, however, couldn't be salvaged, not that those blasted hounds permitted her to. And those bloody savages she was being forced to release seemed to enjoy that, even if they didn't voice it. Damn them all! If she couldn't be in control with her husband, then she was going to see to it that no-one could prosper from this outrage. She just needed to be patient.
"Only a couple hours left, at the rate I'm going."
"Then you have one. Don't damage them in the process."
She couldn't help but gape at Sygil. "This takes time, a-and I –" She was cut off by the hound growling next to her hear, which effectively silenced her complaints.
Sygil looked coldly down upon her disdain. "Remember that I am in charge around here now. You would do well to remember that. Now finish up. Or I'll finish Beovhan."
With that turned away from her, focusing his attention on Trisha.
"Now Trisha… How are you enjoying your new freedom?"
Trisha just scowled at him. "From one master to another. How do you think I feel."
"Aw don't be like that," he chided. "It's a mutual agreement, where you are placed under my employ instead. This isn't slavery. Besides, we already discussed what your expectations are. After all, we made a deal. Unless you want to go back on it?"
Trisha frowned. In reality, her circumstances weren't the worst. They were certainly better than what was previously organised between her and her previous masters. Still, she hated the fact that once again she was now a servant. At least, however, she had her seals removed. And so were her sisters. Even though she didn't voice it, she was somewhat grateful towards Sygil for helping free her and her sisters from their previous enslavement. If he was genuine, then he was indeed making the right steps towards building trust. Or, he was that confident in himself. Or rather, his hounds….
"No…" she murmured. "I… I can accept the terms you have proposed. So long as you hold your end of the deal. Otherwise, we'll have problems." That last part was directed at him sharply; a warning to not betray her. It was frankly quite amusing. And for that, he let the comment slide. After all, given time he was assured she would come around completely.
"I assure you, I have no such intention." She couldn't tell if his reassuring smile was genuine or not, so she paid it no heed. However, she noticed him start to look around as if searching for something.
Furrowing her brow quizzically, she inquired. "What are you looking for?"
"Where's Beovhan? He was here when I left him?"
"Oh. After Clair healed him, two of the mercenaries dragged him over to the fountain over there," she gestured to a fountain in the middle of the paved road down the street where, sure enough, were two figures standing watch over a slumped figure.
Sygil narrowed his eyes upon glancing at Beovhan from afar. "I see. Well, I'll deal with that situation later once Clair is done. In the meantime," he glanced back at the huddled ex-slaves before directing his attention to Trisha. "Have you informed them of their new arrangement?"
Trisha pursed her lips. "I… mentioned that they will likely be placed under new employ."
Sygil shook his head. "Not likely. Definitely. Let me remind you of the deal we had. I free all of you in exchange for absolute loyalty. After all, everything comes at a price."
"And what exactly is this price?" a voice from the huddled demi-humans called out.
Sygil raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"
The demi-human stood up, revealing an older tanned woman draped in a ratty brown cloak to shield against the cold. "More importantly, who are you? We hear claims that you are our benefactor, yet you seem to be holding Trisha hostage to a verbal arrangement. I do not presume to know the details, but I do beg the question, for all of us, what are your intentions?"
"An exchange. I promised to grant you all your freedom, security, safety and lodging to Trisha. In exchange, you will loyally serve me as the foundations of my new army, as well as provide some additional labour. You will be compensated for your work, of course. I do want to set the precedence that I indeed want to genuinely see to your wellbeing."
Perhaps it was best not to say that as many of the demi-humans looked around him sceptically, looking at the blood and carnage that still hadn't been cleaned up. A result of his displeasure.
"Really?" The woman raised her own eyebrow.
Oh for fuck's sake, can't you just accept the fucking deal and situation. I just saved your asses.
He didn't voice such thoughts, though, opting to remain composed.
"Exactly. Your freedom and safety in exchange for a loyal army and workforce."
The woman hummed to herself. "We need time to think this over." Sygil's patience was beginning to wear thin.
"You misunderstand. This isn't an option for you. I made a deal with Trisha, who represented your behalf, so ultimately the decision rested with her. And she has agreed to the terms. The matter is settled, and I will not waste any more time while you decide whether or not you choose serve me. I have granted you your freedom, and I guarantee your safety. However, only if you agree to pledge allegiance to me."
The woman's eyes narrowed as she spat at him. "I don't think you understand, human. We serve Gallheia. Not you. So don't – " the words died in her throat as she felt and heard sudden breathing down the nape of her neck.
She turned around and everyone scrambled back away in shock as another shadow-hound materialised behind her.
Sygil strode forth methodically to her, his voice containing an edge to it as his eyes narrowed.
"No I don't think you understand. Gallheia abandoned you, whereas I have delivered you from the hell that was your life. I think you can all appreciate that truth. So let me make things clearer to you."
By now, he was looming over the woman. "Any past allegiances you hold are long since severed. It is futile to place faith in a woman that holds little interest for your lives, as Gallheia did."
The woman sneered at him, a small act of defiance. "Oh please, as if you care about our lives. You intend to just use us."
She had guts, he had to admit. Most people usually cowed before him, especially once he summoned a shadow-hound to help… move negotiations along.
"No. But at least I am honest about my intentions. What I expect of you all, I have already stated. Trisha can inform you all in more detail. But that is the ghist of things."
He stepped back from the woman and surveyed all the remaining demi-humans, including Trisha.
"I do intend to see an improvement in your conditions. But I can only guarantee that if you all pledge allegiance to me. Otherwise, you are a liability. And I do not like liabilities." They all seemed to understand the implications, even though they remained silent.
"I suggest you all forget Gallheia, for she has certainly forgot about you. Together, we can make a better future. But I will need your loyalty."
He let the words hang in the air for a moment.
"I'll give you one hour to reach a consensus. That will give Clair here enough time to finish freeing you all. Trisha can help fill you in on any of the finer details. I hope you choose wisely…."
And with that ominous warning, he turned and left, heading towards Beovhan and the two mercenaries watching over him.
Trisha and the others glanced at the shadow-hounds prowling in the darkness around them. It wasn't like they could actually do anything to resist at this point in time.
The two mercenaries standing guard over Beovhan glanced up upon hearing footsteps getting closer. They quickly grew wary upon seeing who it was that was approaching. They had just been informed of their new arrangement by Alizia and a uniformed man named Hans.
Upon remembering the slaughter from earlier, they were more than happy to concede to the new contract. Their loyalty was bought less out of coins and more-so out of fear, and for good reason.
"Mister Augustus. Are you awake?" Sygil sounded bored. Beovhan stirred, tilting his head up as the two mercenaries held an arm each to hold him in place.
Beovhan felt a scowl cross his face upon seeing Sygil before him.
"Fuck off."
Sygil chuckled at that. "How quaint."
He straightened up, before addressing the two mercenaries.
"Go and grab two cages that the slaves would normally sleep in and bring them out the front of my mansion now." The two mercenaries looked at each other uncertainly, until Sygil snapped at them more loudly. "Now goddammit!"
That spurred the two on, and they borderline ran off to go fetch the two cages, unawares of the shadow-hound that Sygil tasked to track and observe them so that they didn't flee.
Beovhan didn't miss how Sygil referred to his own home as his mansion now. He winced as he held the stump of where his hand used to be.
"You're fucking cocky one, aren't you," he all but practically spat.
Sygil kneeled down to him, carelessly letting his hands dangle over his knees, as he looked him straight in the eye.
"I am in control, is what I am. You are currently going through denial and anger, but that will change soon."
"What, you're gonna let me go then?" scoffed the injured man.
Sygil couldn't help but smile ruefully. "Now we both know that isn't going to happen. You are treading on precariously thin ice with me, but if you play your cards right, you could find yourself back on stable land."
"And what is it you exactly want? You've already stolen everything from me."
"Now now. I don't steal," admonished Sygil. "You helped draft and sign a new deed for me willingly."
"Bullshit, and you know it. This is fucking extortion!"
"Oh please, you practiced the same tactics no-doubt."
"I didn't steal from people, nor did I extort them of everything they own!"
"No, instead, you enslave and traffick them."
"I do not! I run a legitimate business – hurghk!"
Suddenly, Beovhan found it difficult to breath as a strong, leather-clad hand tightened around his throat. Sygil's eyes narrowed.
"Don't. Lie. To me. Ever. I saw the records in your office. I know that you drug and traffic people and slaves."
Beovhan struggled to breath and stutter out. "What?! Y-you're… some… fucking saint?! Piss… off!"
Sygil regarded Beovhan for a moment longer, before finally relenting and letting go of his throat.
The man keeled over, gasping for air.
After a moment to regain his composure, Sygil stood up, dusting off his jacket dismissively.
"Why… why are you doing this?!" breathed out Beovhan haggardly.
Sygil just eyed him impassively.
"Is this for justice? Because you feel sad for a couple of fucking animals?! Or peasants! Answer me you sick twisted fuck – OOOF!" His rant was interrupted by a painful kick to the family jewels, and the man keeled over again, this time clutching his nether region painfully.
"Get up."
The order was sharp and hard. Beovhan glared at the suited man in front of him hatefully.
Reluctantly, he stood up slowly, moreso out of spite than compliance.
Before Beovhan could do anything, Sygil roughly grabbed him by his collar and pulled him close before turning and shoving him in the direction of Clair and the demi-humans. "Start walking."
The first rays of sunlight could be seen arriving over on the horizon, signifying the arrival of dawn.
The dawn of a new day… and a new era.
It had been more than an hour since Sygil forced Beovhan to start walking, and currently he was sitting in his new office, reviewing more paperwork and writing notes down to help further clarify his current understanding.
Every now and then, he could hear a door downstairs opening, followed by several muttering voices and the clanging of metals being deposited.
He didn't know how much metal, or what types, were acceptable, so he wasn't taking any chances and had everything that was metal or valuable brought to the room below. From simple cooking pots to suits of armour; gold and silver, cast iron and gemstones.
He had a plan of action, but now he had to follow through on it and iron out any kinks present.
A knock on the door woke him from his thoughts.
"Enter."
The door opened, and the sight of Trisha greeted him, or rather momentarily surprised him.
"The rest of my sisters have come to a conclusion."
She didn't bother with pleasantries nor introductions, opting for going straight to the point.
Sygil nodded slowly. "I see. And….?"
Trisha kept her eyes somewhat downcast, as if she had regrets about what she was about to say.
"We have decided, that we will assist you in your goals, so long as you stick to your end of the deal."
"Wonderful!"
"However," she continued, causing Sygil to tilt his head slightly.
"We also want some closure, concerning Gallheia."
Sygil narrowed his eyes at that. "You want to return to her?"
"No," she whispered softly. "We want to know of her fate. At some stage, we would… appreciate it if you could give us closure on her."
Sygil started to realise what the request actually was, mouthing an 'ah' silently as he nodded his head slowly.
"Maybe at a later stage, I can see about that. However, now is not the time, as I need everyone's focus on the tasks at hand. Is that clear."
Trisha slowly nodded. "Yes."
"Was that all?"
"No. Clair," she sneered at the name, "has just about finished undoing the final seals on my sisters."
"I suppose that is important news. Good. I'll come down in a minute. I don't want them harmed yet, am I understood."
She understood he was referring to the couple, and while she would have loved the opportunity to inflict pain on them, she had a feeling that her new leader already had that base covered. If the carnage he had wreaked upon those that resisted, and on Beovhan and Clair had been an indication.
"Very well," she replied curtly. "I'll see you by the cages then."
And with that, she closed the door and left.
Sygil was left staring at the door, holding another document in his hands.
Soon, everything will come together.
With that thought in mind, he stood up and began to leave the room. It was time to get some information.
Sygil couldn't help but cruelly chuckle at the sight that greeted him outside the mansion.
"Poetic, isn't it."
Beovhan simply glared at him from inside the cage he was placed inside.
Sygil ignored him as he continued. "You've gone from placing people in cages, to being placed in one yourself."
Beovhan jutted his chin out before turning his head to look away.
Sygil allowed a smirk to creep back onto his face as he walked over to Clair.
"Don't worry, I'll be with you in just a minute."
True to Trisha's words, Clair was finishing on literally the last slave.
Coming to stop mere metres away from her, he studied her. She looked exhausted, but he cared little for it. All the more easy to break you and interrogate.
Glancing over to his left, he observed his new army and workforce.
They looked worn and haggard, some were malnourished, others were exhausted looking. All issues that could be resolved with time, so he wasn't overly concerned.
"I hear you are pledging allegiance to me."
Some of the demi-humans looked at him with disdain, others mistrust, and many more with uncertainty. While he expected just as much, it was a rather sad sight to see.
"Cheer up, this is the beginning of a new era. And you will all play a part in remaking history. In shaping the future." His words did little to change their expressions.
Well, time will tell whether or not this is a worthwhile investment. I hope it is.
He still had to wait for Clair to finish undoing the last seal on the slave's neck, and so he opted to observe what she was doing.
Clair was kneeling in front of the demihuman before her, as if in prayer. The strange black tattoos inked on her neck could be seen to emanate a small blue light, with white and blue particles appearing around the tattoo.
Clair was mumbling something, but he couldn't quite catch it. Just as he leaned in to hear what it was, the light around the seal suddenly transformed into a bright green mist that emanated light. The tattoo flashed a bright white light, changing from black to pure white.
A gasp could be heard from the demi-human, while sweat poured down Clair's face as she scrunched her face up in concentration.
Suddenly, just as quickly as the green light appeared, it was gone, leaving a faded inked tattoo around the freed slave's neck.
Clair let a ragged breath as she finally finished her task.
It had taken more than the hour she was pressured to do, but that very pressure certainly served to motivate her to get the job done more quickly than the several hours she had intended. It was apparent it had exhausted her. It was a shame he didn't have time to afford to allow her to rest and recover.
Sygil slowly strode over, slowly clapping.
"Well done Clair." Clair looked up, disgust written all over her face. Whether at the tone as if congratulating a child over something menial and insignificant, or over the fact that she had been forced to release her slaves. Perhaps both, but it didn't matter as he reached her.
"You did exactly as I asked. However," her disgusted look suddenly turned to fear as he summoned a sabre into his hand, the motion appearing as if he had drawn it from within his jacket.
"I don't like it when people try to backstab me." The words were as sharp and cold as the very steel of his sabre that shone in the morning light.
Sheer terror shone in Clair's eyes as she fell over onto her back, attempting to scramble.
"W-what are you talking a-about! I did exactly as you asked!"
Sygil strode forward menacing, the blade outstretched to his side.
"Did you really think you could attempt to tamper with the seals to attempt to sabotage them on me?"
"N-no! I-I didn't. I swear!"
"Really now," he cocked an eyebrow up at her in annoyance. "And now you attempt to lie to me."
He sucked a breath in through gritted teeth. "I warned you there would be consequences if you attempted anything."
"No. Please don't kill me! I swear, I didn't do anything other than what you asked!"
He slammed his foot onto her left leg, pinning her from escaping.
"No please! I swear!"
Beovhan could be heard screaming from his cage as he grasped the bar with his good hand, banging his stump violently on the other bars. "YOU GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE YOU COCKSUCKER!"
Sygil ignored him, chuckling darkly.
"Oh really. Kill you? Do you think I'm going to let you off by granting you death? No, your child will suffer for your own actions instead."
Clair's eyes somehow managed to widen even more as he brandished the sabre and aimed it at her stomach. She defensively clutched her stomach in terror.
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU TOUCH THEM YOU CUNT!"
Beovhan's frantic screams went ignored.
Meanwhile, in the crowd of demi-humans, many were shocked at what they were hearing. However, many of them, including Trisha, were silently revelling in what was about to transpire, enjoying the anguished screams of the couple.
They say the eyes are the window to soul, and right now, Clair's eyes screamed absolute terror as Sygil locked a hardened gaze with hers.
"Please," she whispered, tears leaking from her face, "I swear I didn't do anything other than what you asked! Please!"
Time seemed to slow down as he stared into her eyes, the sea of emotions pouring out drowning out Beovhan's screams.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Sygil slowly lowered his blade away from her, satisfied with what he saw.
Beovhan was still screaming and shouting useless threats from his cage, while Clair was still petrified with terror.
"Place her in the other cage." Trisha nodded, while Sygil let his sabre dissipate away.
"I'll talk to you and your husband later. Keep your honesty up, and I shouldn't have to go through on my threat."
Clair's racked sobbing could be heard as two of the demi-human women hoisted her by the arms and dragged her to the cage adjacent Beovhan. They were not necessarily gentle about it either.
Sygil turned around to fully address the remaining demi-humans and Trisha.
"Trisha. You are in charge of your demi-human friends. They are your subordinates. However, you all will answer to myself and my two subordinates Hans and Maxmillian."
Trisha looked up at him blandly. "What would you have us do then? You did say we have to serve you."
Sygil didn't fail to note the disdain accompanied by the word 'serve', and made a mental note to watch their progress and if their resentment to servitude of another would cause problems. They had just come out chains, per se, so he would grant them some time to adjust. For now.
"For now," directed Sygil, "you will continue your normal duties of harvesting food from the crops. Hopefully by the end of this week I will be able to relegate you to proper military roles once I get enough equipment."
"I thought you wanted us to play a more military role," questioned on of the slaves in the back.
I made absolute certain to state your entire duties. I don't like repeating myself….
Sygil opted to be patient instead.
"Most of you will, once I have finished restructuring the current workbase around here. Until then, you will serve as a labour force where required. And right now, I require a labour force to work on the crops. The mercenaries will deal with any threats, both foreign and domestic. I trust you know where to find your tools and how to farm?"
A couple of disgruntled nods and murmurs confirmed that.
"Good. Hopefully, by the end of this week at the latest, you will have the equipment and clothing you need. Maxmillian will see to your accommodations. Any questions?"
"What about the other humans living here?"
Sygil waved the question away dismissively. "They are currently being re-educated on what their new duties and expectations are. There should be no problems from the residents, nor do I expect you to cause any. Otherwise, the offending person will be dealt with. Anything else?"
There wasn't.
"Good. Remember, strength comes from unity. You are all dismissed. Trisha, walk with me."
Confused, she began to follow him when a voice called out to Sygil.
"Sir. I have rounded up all of the town residents and informed them of their duties. Compliance has been… better than expected."
She glanced over, seeing Maxmillian standing at an attention pose, with dozens of residents in tow, and several mercenaries guarding them.
Upon closer inspection, she could see a couple residents had bloodied or bruised feature, but the majority were otherwise unharmed. At least, physically. There was no mistaking the fear on many of their faces. It brought her some satisfaction, seeing the humans that had allowed this to happen to her, that partook in her violation as well as her sisters, stand there in fear. Ultimately, though, she would have preferred to see their corpses laying on the ground instead.
"I see. Have they surrendered their metals and ores to Hans?"
"He is in the process of still acquiescing them. There is surprisingly a lot more than we expected. I doubt we can actually store all of it in the mansion."
"It matters not. Once we have enough, we can try the automaton."
What's an aw-toe-may-ton? She didn't get to inquire, however, as the conversation kept moving ahead.
"The inferiority of many of the metals concerns me, sir. I do not know if we can actually make one successfully."
"Still worth a shot. And even if we can't, we can have much of it smelted down to produce weapons and armour. Foundations are important after all."
"Of course sir. There aren't any mines in the town, unfortunately. So, what would you have me do with these," Maxmillian gestured to people he was leading.
Sygil leaned his head to the side to get a better look at them, ignoring the fearful looks on their faces.
He hummed to himself for a minute as he pondered what he wanted.
Finally, he spoke up.
"Any skilled workers, blacksmiths, forgers, builders and so on, have separated and put to work on their respective trades soon. Any other suitable hands can be sent to assist them and increase productivity. As for the rest… they can either assist with the collection of any valuable items and metals. Either that or the fields with the demi's."
"Of course sir."
"Where's miss Grenevaulch?"
"She is assisting Hans sir. Do you want me to bring her before you, sir?"
"No… no, that's fine. I actually will need your help with something, provided you have finished rounding everyone up?"
"Not quite sir. These were the more compliant ones. Some others have been holed up in their houses, so I have set what few remaining mercenaries there are in helping them understand the gravity of the situation, sir. What did you require?"
Sygil pursed his lips as he held a fisted hand to his lips, thoughts racing through his head. Eventually, he came up with a solution.
"Have the mercenaries continue their duties. Trisha can take over the delegation of the residents. The mercenaries here can assist her." He directed his gaze at the residents and mercenaries.
"I trust there will be no problems with that?"
Wisely, no-one objected, too fearful of disappointing the man that had set monsters upon the town.
"Good. Trisha." She straightened up at the mention of her name.
"See to it that they are organised carefully. And preferably unharmed. Oh, and have a couple residents come clean up this mess out here, I'm getting sick and tired of nearly slipping in the blood every time I come out these doors." He gestured widely to the several corpses, blood sprays, trails and stains and bloody entrails that were scattered everywhere. It always surprised him how much of a bloody mess a single human body could leave. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought a bomb had exploded in some of the bodies, there was just that much blood. It just showed how strong and vicious his hounds could be, a testament to their nature.
Trisha nodded her head, and beckoned for the troupe to follow her, which they did.
Sygil watched them leave, going around the mansion behind it. Maxmillian's voice broke his concentration, however.
"Forgive me for asking sir, but why did you trust them to that demi-human?"
"A test of sorts. She will be leading the freed demi-humans for me. Since she is supposed to be one of the strongest amongst their group, a leadership role is automatically expected in their eyes. So, I want to see how much of a leader she really is."
"And if she just baselessly kills the residents? If the automaton doesn't work, we would lose some potentially valuable assets for you empire, sir. And all because of her personal grudge towards these humans."
"Oh please," chuckled Sygil. "They are just as much a means to an end as she is. If she kills them or fails, then it proves that she is not suitable to have around. And I would rather find out about that suitability now, rather than later when such actions will deeper potential ramifications for us."
Maxmillian hummed ruefully. "I suppose you have to start somewhere then…."
"Indeed." There was a momentary pause, before Maxmillian spoke up again.
"You asked for my assistance sir? Does it pertain to Mr and Mrs Augustus?"
"Ah, yes actually," exclaimed Sygil, clasping his hands behind his back.
"Since Clair has finished releasing their seals, her use is somewhat non-existent…."
"Except as a bartering tool for Beovhan," finished Maxmillian.
"And potentially for others out there in the world," added Sygil.
"There are too many inconsistencies in their records, and not enough answers, so I want to hear it directly from the horse's mouth."
Maxmillian appeared to become lost in thought for a brief moment, before looking back upto Sygil.
"Forgive me for asking sir, but why did you suspect that Clair was lying about the seals earlier?"
"You heard that?"
"Yes sir," nodded the uniformed man in affirmation.
"Oh I knew she wasn't lying from the beginning," dismissed Sygil, an amused smile creeping on his face.
"Then why did you – " "Waste time with such a pointless accusation? Maxmillian, my friend," internally Maxmillian beamed at that, even if he didn't let it show. "I like to always cover my bases. I wasn't here during the whole process of her undoing the seals, and even though my hounds provided the necessary intimidation factor, they can't tell if her actions were genuine. That was just my way of fishing for the truth and double-checking. I honestly doubted she would have tried anything anyways, but there is some merit to it."
"Forgive me for saying so, but that sounds as if you still doubted her?"
"I'd be smart to doubt her, even if I have my own assurances. I've experienced betrayal before, and I'd rather not have it happen again. But that was only part of my reason."
Maxmillian quirked an eyebrow up.
"It served me other purposes. It lets me know how to gauge when she is telling the truth to a limited extent. But it also helps me break her, and Beovhan, before we get to the real questions in a minute."
"Would you have stabbed her and the child then sir?" Maxmillian was curious.
"Psychological torture is more effective than any physical form. I wanted to break her will before she could even muster it. To answer your question… that would ultimately depend. I'd hate to kill a pure soul, especially one that hasn't had a chance to even be born yet. Such souls are so rare and far and few in-between that they should be cherished instead. But, I was not lying when I said I'd follow through on my threat. They know what is at stake, so the questioning should be easy."
"If that is the case, then why do you specifically need me?"
"Because," began Sygil as he turned to walk back to the cages, Maxmillian keeping step with his strides. "While I want to know all of their extra dealings and connections, I'll need your assistance when it comes to collecting information from Clair concerning the Tiered magic around here. Differences, limitations and any other useful things. Considering your knowledge and familiarity, you would be most useful for that."
Maxmillian almost genuflected. "Thank you for your considerations, sir. You are too generous."
Sygil was about to dismiss the blind fanaticism, but he had already arrived before the two cages. Therefore, instead, he opted to observe the two prisoners of his.
In the left cage, covered in some blood and grime, was Beovhan, who looked stressed out. And to his right, was Clair, who was hugging herself and quietly sobbing.
Tilting his head, he spared a brief glance at Maxmillian. "Well, it comes down to this anyways."
With that he turned back to face Beovhan.
"So…. I have a couple questions for you and Clair. And I would very much appreciate some answers."