Disclaimer: The thing is, I own nothing in Fairy Tail, it's Hiro Mashima-san's, and I just do this to kill boredom. Thank you all who came up with this stuff! Just another way of passing time. A'ight, back to business. Brains, I need all the help now. Raise hands if you don't like politics. Me! Me! Well, tough, without it we'd be living in a far different world than we're used to, I imagine. Historical references that I use in my story are borrowed and do not necessarily correspond with facts we know today.
Indomitable Heart
Chapter 9: Behind Every Closed Doors
For those who thought that running a state is some dignified work, they can all wisely shut their traps. Grain transport, providing clean water for everyday use, maintenance of buildings, cash flows, market inspections, upholding the law and finally defending the Republic were just some of the most basic aspect of the political life.
SPOR. Those four letters of acronym established centuries or so ago by great Solonus Optimus Magnus. Senate and people of the Republic. In the contrast to other countries where people bow to one man, Bellatoria has completely different constituted regiment. Power can corrupt. All the decisions and authority given to a single person.
As history has shown, Bellatorian ways are the effective ones. After uniting the nation and centralizing it around the capital, Bellatorians went to first campaign. Galia. And did the conquest proved worthy. A great deal of precious metals needed for more weapon manufacturing and coin forging.
With enough time on their side, Bellatorians made careful plannings on next target. Hellenia. How pathetic those people seemed. With many resources and good armies on their side, yet they squabble over what little portions they can hold and leave the wider territory in the hands of vassals who could turn against them if allied with enemy of old.
True, the four that were distinguished as the strongest posed a problem. Primarily issue were Troia which held strategic position over a certain routes needed for advancement of troops. And with their high walls it seemed almost impenetrable. Luckily for Bellatoria, a certain commander became renowned for his wits in solving the issue without much unneeded delays.
Colchia was the least worry, with its location it proved far easier to claim with right positioning of legions. There was, however, something intriguing that attracted attention of men that held titles of head strategists. Something about people with extraordinary abilities which could, if smartly used, be a game changer. Many specifics of the so called 'Magus Initiative' remained obscure for the most people in the Republic.
Men probably refused to talk about it, either being under strict orders or threat of severe punishment. Who knows? Propaganda soon spread throughout the remaining parts of the Republic that magus (or mages) are nothing but the foul creatures under masks of humans. Every suspicion or sighting was to be reported to the nearest authorities immediately. For these were heathens who insult the Gods by trying to mimic their grandness. Tricks, frauds and deceits were their tools. They were all degenerates. Freaks came to be by some vile meddling.
Just what has happened out there on the fields of battle? What exactly happened to sprang these disinformation? Cicero, himself, wouldn't believe such thing if it hadn't came knocking at doors in the middle of the night. ''We are here and we are many. But we request help from good men the likes of you. Good Cicero, will aid us in our endaevour to bring transition?'' They asked, but they didn't come expecting a 'no' for an answer, that much was highly noticeable.
He shuddered at that one time talk. He always wanted to make changes in the state. After many hours of studying, and his own personal observation of the state the Republic was in, he didn't hesitate much. Of course, some details had to be arranged, such as the protection of his closest family. His wife and daughter. About his younger brother, Appius, that was rather delicate matter.
Appius was a military dedicated person. He never took like upon his older brother incapacity in taking arms. He chose his own path toward matters of Republic, and was now an acting praetor stationed in city of Pallas, former capital of Attica. While reaching on of the highest titles, he still retained that slight scorn toward his older brother, who managed to reach the highest position that there is. With only talks and speeches no less, while he spilled blood for it.
It is well apparent that Cicero is well-liked with the people. And rumors has it, that he will run again for the Consul position. After tonight's event are put in motion, nothing can be certain.
Standing in front of his designated place in front of the rows of semi-circular seats in Curia that were not completely filled, but it will be sufficient for establishing the quorum of this 'spontaneous' meeting. He did a small praying in his head that Gods spare him the nonsense certain Senators are capable of preforming. It wouldn't be the first time hearing a filibuster, since many do have legitimate right to complain.
The room was illuminated with several big, oval burners that provided plenty light. The twelve lictors he is entitled to have are stationed at their places. Only five of lictors are aware of the whole reason behind this action. And the two allies plus one detainee are yet to make an entrance. He will ask for them when the right moments comes. For now, he should open session, as according to the rules.
He banged the pole he was holding to the ground. The simple tool was by no means designed to be used to harm. The echoing sound made the, currently chatty, Senators quieten and direct all attention to him. ''Senators of Republic. Conscript fathers. I am pleased to witness a great number of you who answered the summoning at this hour.''
Cicero had to make another bump with the staff when he saw that one was going to interrupt. Can't have that yet. He is not finished. ''I am aware of the displeasure many gathered feel.'' With this line, Cicero's deliberately looked to the specific cluster on his right.
''Yet this matter cannot be delayed for tomorrow's day. Senators,'' there will be loud exclamations upon ending this sentence, so he paused trying to mentally prepare, for what's worth it, ''our beloved Republic faces imminent danger in the guise of those stating to harbor no hostility at first sight.'' The commotion and shouting started at 'danger' with almost every person making large effort to be the loudest. Questions, accusations, bewilderment, shock all together blended in cacophony of noises.
One voice broke as the strongest, and the rest tuned theirs down for a while. ''What fool dares an attempt at our nation?!'' This one was a burlier than most present, and it's not from obesity and extra fat.
Another stomp of wooden pole for good measure. ''The aggressor, Senator Castus, has made itself known to us only prior the beginning of a month.'' At the crease appearing on the face of Gnaeous Artorius Casuts, Cicero specified further. ''It arrives from the far eastern lands beyond Thrace. The Alvarez Empire.''
Again, another cluster this time from the Cicero's left began clamoring. ''Countless times have I made know we should limit those foreigners to Tibrus' premises!'' A much younger looking senator with chestnut-coloured hair said in indignation. ''And countless times have I been refuted in favour of 'betterment and possible profits'!'' He spat the part about profits.
Certainly a reply was expected, for the specific persons could feel where it was directed. ''Apologies for lacking your deep thought perception Senator Marius.'' The voice of a more wealthy man addressed Gaius Marius. ''Have our intentions been toward instigating another war, your motion might have met approval.''
''And what reason would any person of sane mind allow free roam to scheming rats from the lands unknown?'' Marius spoke through gritted teeth at the calm Licinius Crassus. ''Under our very noses?'' He added and turned to all occupants. ''What possible reason, I ask?''
''Such way of reasoning will cause this nation to decline in prosperity.'' Crassus retorted. And with that the present Senators found themselves divided by the assertion of well known Marcus Licinius Crassus of the wealthy and Gaius Marius of much humble origins of smaller town Arpinum. Marius' family did have some connection with aristocracy from the place he came from. On the other side, it could hardly match with Crassus' affluence and sway.
Enough was enough for the elder Consul. ''Calm yourselves!'' He tried straining his vocal chords much as he could. ''Senator Crassus and Senator Marius! Your arguments both hold truth!'' The things he must do to impose order. ''Be as it may, your altercations do not pose solution to the problem present!'' Finally they calmed down so he lowered his tone, Gods know his throat is getting sore. ''Our intent here is coming to decision and making plans to properly act upon problem at hand.''
''If I may, Consul?'' Came a slightly softer voice of the one sitting at the bottom. The tone was such that could be described as disturbing to some ears. This one had soft blue bordering gray eyes and a finely trimmed coal hair.
Cicero, when finding the one who spoke, wished he never give him the word. But he has no such authority. Sighing internally, he gave affirmative to another younger Senator. ''You may voice thoughts, Senator Catiline.'' ''I would rather you not.'' He thought ardently.
Lucius Sergius Catiline smiled before standing up and straightening his robe. ''Gratitude. With respect to Senators Crassus' and Marius' claims, but a crucial fact evades conversation.'' He extended his hand to the old Consul, as if trying to strike a pose before announcing. ''How come such news reach your ears first?'' Then he raised a finger. ''And how have you come with knowledge of Albarez's plans?'' Catiline posed his question, though he had a bit trouble pronouncing 'Alvarez'.
Murmurs were heard all over now. Few Senators nodding in approval to Catiline's inquiries. ''Senator Catiline poses excellent question.'' A government official speaks up. He had a short blond hair, which was losing colour due to his age, and his face held a seemingly permanent scowl. ''How has Consul Cicero come to accrue such facts prior to any other in Bellatoria?''
''Oh. Now you give voice after the allegations have been stated, Albinius.'' He closed eyes for a second. This is the came to this point fairly early. He predicted that more vocal skirmishes would occur. Ah well, it couldn't have been procrastinated either way. ''Why Senator Albinius, you press accusations upon myself? Allow me to demonstrate the care I hold for our Bellatoria.''
Albinius wanted to rebut the claim, but Cicero would have none of that. He smashed the floor thricely, with more power than ever. Some were taken aback by the action he displayed. Good. That is to show why his position is deemed the most important one. ''Bring forth the accused!'' For a whole minute nothing happened.
Some were maybe thinking the old Cicero has a few screws loose. After the two men came inside carrying the ambassador Andres Kraus, arms tied and disposing him on the floor amid Cicero and the surprised Senators, many faces held the state of shock, astonishment and a rare displeasure. Among them, Antius' eyes widened, but for another reason entirely. He decided not to speak.
Andres' was all but disheveled. Wearing a ragged cloak, his hair a total mess, and face which wouldn't rise to meet anyone in the eye. The men that brought him retreated further behind Cicero who pointed at the downed envoy with his staff. ''This one's personal attache was caught on the outer area of Tibrus, carrying information of vital importance.'' He procured a rolled-up parchment and opened it, it turned out to hold several samples of paper. ''Diagrams and drawings of Tibrus' walls, maps of Bellatoria that I have yet to know of how it came to possession. Diverse numbers and accounts of our very own ways of warfare.''
He handled some of the papers and let it be distributed among the Senate. Eventually it reached into the hands of those familiar with war and logistics. The hands of Gnaeous Artorius Castus were shaking in anger while he read as best as he could. He didn't understand some strange words, but the Alvarezian's intention was clear. ''Insolence! Indignity!'' He threw the paper away, which landed on Crassus who was sitting few places below. ''Spies, posing as emissaries of noble intentions! Yet they kiss cheek only to finger ass!'' The old veteran raged.
What an apt description for trickery. ''Yes, we have established that.'' Crassus muttered, taking the discarded piece to see for himself. These had the main roads used in Bellatoria. To intercept supply routes or made to impair the possible legions maneuvering. If nothing, they really put a lot of effort at their attempts. Quite the clever thinking on their part, coming as new and fresh nation offering to create relations or cooperation and then this. Intriguing and bold move.
''And what now?'' Catiline asked. ''What is to be our response to this transgression?'' He didn't have to wait too long for someones answer.
''Execution!'' The angry Senator Castus demanded. ''Send his head to his lands! Let them witness how we treat deceivers!'' Some were already supportive of the idea. It is right for each country that catches the spies or diplomats with nefarious intentions to treat them according to their laws. Such schemes are, after all, a great offense to the nation in question.
''Need I remind, that we have no right to judge the accused at present moment.'' Catiline smooth voice countered the suggestion of the older Senator. ''This assembly as whole is highly irregular. It would present us nothing more than scheming rats,'' he inclined his head to Gaius Marius, ''by your words Senator Marius.'' Then he gave more words, goal only to rub in someones face. ''But it is not that good Consul is unaware of the proper legal procedure.''
Cicero narrowed his eyes at the slight jab at his knowledge on that part of policy. Obsequious worm of a man. Untouchable for now. ''I work in Bellatoria's best interests, as I always have. As I swore when taking position of the Consul of Republic. You would do well to remember, Senator Catiline.'' Not letting that pawn put any doubt into him. ''However, your words hold merit.''
Much as he would like to take Senator Castus' proposal it wouldn't do him any good. There are steps that must be taken before condemning the spy to his well-deserved punishment. ''I have abused my right to summon a meeting this late. With good reason and noble intentions in mind. At tomorrow's day, we hold a proper assembly with agenda of our great nation's protection.''
And if he is going to spend the night with a lot on his head, then in that case so will the rest of them. Taking a much needed deep breath, Cicero made the biggest noise with his pole in his entire Consular career. ''Bear in mind, Senators, that I expect Curia to be filled with every person that serves our great nation.'' He waved at the downed Andres. ''He shall spend the night imprisoned at the Arena's dungeons. With two of my lictors standing guard.'' The next sentence, even with his current loud tone was also had a silent jab for one man standing in the first row. ''Do none oppose this motion?''
The big man Castus seemed like he wanted to say something, but held back. And Cataline decided to hold his tongue for now, in spite of his penchant to drivel. Surprisingly, several others he expected to rise at his words were quiet as well. Crassus was more interested in reading the intel enemy has gathered. Antius was, strangely for the man, shifting his eyes at his general direction but quickly looking down and fidgeting with the ends of his toga. Marius was nodding off slightly. Albinius, that badger, just continued with his perpetual face. Does that man have digestion troubles? He better intake more fluids.
He took it all as a sign of lassitude. Many were lacking energy for the further talks. The same number wanted to go to bed or whatever they were doing to keep their mind off this stressful job. Nodding for the last time for the night, at least officially, the elder of Tullius declared. ''I declare the meeting adjourned, to be continued when sun reaches its peak. Rest well, Senators.''
With that they started leaving, some making chatter, some a bit sluggish and some still gazing at the downed spy with mostly hate in their eyes. Not to risk any Senator to get crazy ideas of using Andres as physical way to relieve some pent-up anger (read; Artorius) Cicero gave a quiet command to Igneous and Leonidas to move the bastard away.
And they moved him to a small area behind Consul. Crassus returned all the papers to Cicero and with a polite nod, he was off toward the exit. Antius was standing at the gateway, and when Cicero tried to make eye contact, the former resident of Conlinia took off as if scalded. Something is up with that behaviour. ''Interesting development of the night. Who could have assumed we were being spied upon.'' Gods, can that pest never get tired of his own voice?
''What are you implying, Senator Catiline?'' He spoke to the annoyance still present, barely failing to keep fatigue from his tone.
Lucius Sergius Catiline pretended to be offended by the question. ''Implying? Good Cicero, I merely give praise at your tremendous effort to ensure Bellatoria's safeness.'' He then put his hand over heart. ''What could I possibly be implying?''
''I would advise caution when speaking in such manner.'' With luck, this will scare him off. ''I am not affected by pompousness akin to blusterous lot you spend time with.'' A twitch on the young Senator's lips. Good, now to finish him. ''If you have nothing of importance to present, Senator Catiline, I bid you good night.'' With the last line, he motioned for his attending officers to move with the course decided tonight.
They left Curia heading to their designated locations for the remainders of the night. Lucius Sergius Catiline slammed open the doors of his place, ignoring the attending slaves and houseservice, he was making hasty stroll to the central room. Finally reaching it, he made pause as the furniture being occupied by another person. ''What vexes mind, young Catiline?'' The person spoke, while peeling a pear. ''Old Cicero not falling prey to your alluring flattery?'' The man chuckled.
Catiline didn't find it as nearly amusing as his company. ''Despicable, disdainful, waning... coot...'' He ranted on and the man sitting let him went off as he idly chewed the greenish fruit.
''Finished with tantrum?'' Although Catiline was still silently fuming to himself, the man wanted to know what became of the emergency meeting. Not waiting for reply, he continued. ''Good. Now press mind to the matters of actual importance.''
The angry young man sat on furniture across, his hands massaging his whole face. ''The ambassador has been caught. His trial is to begin with tomorrow.'' The man listening motioned him to carry on. ''The matter of Bellatoria's safeness has come to discussion. You know what that means.''
The man only scoffed. ''Of course I know the meaning.'' The trial would likely be swift and then the Senate would turn to the most important thing that comes next. ''That man does not waste time.'' He mused for a bit. ''Are your own people at such level of competence to be seized by a Consul's conscripts?'' He questioned, but it wasn't for Cataline who now looked behind the man sitting to another figure.
The figure, a male, was dressed in dark clothes with a larger piece of cloth to conceive their identity. He was breathing raggedly whilst holding at his left side. ''You promised us safe passage.'' He growled at the unperturbed man. ''My comrades are dead because of your inaccurate information.'' He coughed at the end, signifying the bad condition he is in.
''You remain alive in effort to my own men. And you are not the only suffering losses!'' The rest of the pear fell to the floor as the Bellatorian stood up to grab the offending man by his neck piece where, in dim light an emblem was visible. It was some intricate design, but if one were to look real closely it might appear a strange arrowhead. ''Do not turn blame on myself. How was I to know Cicero has men that far outside Tibrus? Armed men. How could they have know of you or your planning?''
Pushing the slightly taller man off him and after another round of coughs he responded. ''These men were not soldiers you described to us. Mercenaries at best.'' He leaned against a nearby pillar of the house, being tired and low on energy from his escape. ''They attacked at dark... *cough* And... and... Fuck!'' He slammed his fist at the stone construction. ''They were not mere men!'' No one normal should be able to catch up to a horse like that. Nor jump, nor shoot like that. There's but one explanation.
''Magus? Out there?'' The one that entered minutes ago was now guffawing. ''Have you fallen and lost reason?'' He just couldn't wrap his mind around it. ''You hear this fool Gaius? Did they happen to summon 'divine punishment' upon you?'' Catiline was bawling in laughter at this point. ''Ha! Preposterous!''
Gaius was hardly listening to Catiline as he scratched his chin. ''Could it be... ?'' He silently mumbled to himself. This new development now brought more questions and theories in his head. ''What peculiar craft they displayed?''
The surviving attendant of Andres' escort shrugged one shoulder. Now he's asking him to remember the whole ordeal? The slaughter he had to watch and almost became part of the same? ''Skilled bowmanship... good bladework...'' He noticed by the expression Gaius wore those weren't the things he wanted. So he was after the specifics and unnatural then? ''There was one who outpaced the horses...''
Gaius arched one brow. ''Outpace the horses?'' That wasn't according to what he remembered. Not one bit. ''Is that all?'' He pressed the injured man.
The man grunted before answering. Was there really that many mages this guy can recall? ''What more do you want? There were only four, concealing faces. This one... he had wolves following him.'' He shivered at that last line which brought nasty images to his head. Scary images. He is not that familiar about the principles of magic in the first place.
Besides Spriggan Twelve, some of their personal guard, maybe a few higher-ranking soldiers here and there, the rest of Alvarezian armed forces knew or were taught the vary basic of magic. How to recognize, discern, how to feel strong presence of powerful individuals and act accordingly to the situation. Combat-wise, they are simply shown how to channel magic and it's up to them to have dedication in working the kinks out. These lands weren't supposed to have any organized mages in the first place!
''Wolves?'' Gaius spoke the word as if were some foreign term. He shook his head, it didn't add up to the reports or his own knowledge. If there are individuals who can control animals like that, this is the first time he's heard of it. He would've thought that it was about a former bestiarus or someone with animal experience, but no names or faces came for now.
''For all you knew, it could have been tamed dogs. Trained to hunt with men.'' Finished with his tittering, Cataline decided to add his two cents of his opinion.
The Alvarezian foreigner gave him a look one would give to an idiot. Not that Cataline would care to notice. ''I know wolves when I see them. Were you not listening the part about running faster than horse?''
The Senator from the Sergius family simply let it bounce off him. ''That proves nothing.'' Far as weapon handling, it's simply good and well trained men. And it was nighttime, eyes can be playing tricks all the time in the darkness.
''No, such feats attest the usage of magecraft.'' The foreigner didn't miss the chance to direct a smug look at Cataline's way. ''There is nothing to be done now. We shall prepare for next assembly tomorrow and act appropriately.'' He turned to the young Senator. ''We need dispatch to Cornelius incognito as possible.'' He pointed his thumb at the man behind. ''See his injuries taken care of and presence inconspicuous. Make a Bellatorian out of him.''
''What of my ambassador?'' The injured man demanded. ''Why have you not attended the Senate when everyone was called?'' Andres was a loyal man to the Empire. If he could take part in his release somehow, then maybe a good promotion was waiting for him at the end.
''My absence might be the reason he remains amongst living.'' Perhaps not, but he knew that no serious decision could be brought by irregular meetings at Senate. Cicero was showing off to the others, gathering approvals among the Senate and likely the wider public as of tomorrow. There are possibly other figures behind him. Lurking in the shadows, conspiring together with that man. Two can play that game.
Catiline clicked his tongue at the order. Now he has to babysit this one. With some attendance by his servants and a simple change of cloth the plan will work. The problem would be the speech and how to divert his presence from prying eyes. He can probably present him as his servant from east he bought. Ah, plannings, decisions...
''Uhhuh...'' The man forced himself to stand straight, not pleased with the fact he has to parade around like a Bellatorian. Forget spying, he did it without re-dressing and shit. Now he has to blend in and act like these people. The things one does for his Empire. And, partly for getting a chance to survive this whole mess.
Seeing that he did what he came here to do, Gaius moved to the exit and then his own home. ''Lucius,'' he called the Senator over his shoulder, ''sharpen wit for the days to come. If you prove to be ruin for us, no helping hand shall be given.'' The young Senator can take his words whatever way he wants, but the message is clear. Do not screw-up anything.
Lucius was a bit thrown-off by the statement. Like that could happen. He turned to look at the remaining occupant of the room. ''Let us see you to recuperation, before you stain my floor with blood.'' He walked with the man to get him medicinal aid, and perhaps give him a proper bathe. The odor he emits is quite unpleasant.
He had little say on the matter. Best to lay low and act when they get the chance. Would anyone give his name recommendation if they are successful with the invasion? He'll make it so, if it be the last thing Erich Brandt would do.
XxX
When they made sure every little ordeal was done properly on their way to the Cicero's manor, Igneous' gut was telling him it was not over yet. And it wasn't, upon entering they headed to the Consul's office escorted by another new face. His name was Tiro, apparently he was a slave, but earned a lot of trust from Cicero that the man set him as his personal accountant or something. Is that some progress in life or what?
In Cicero's office, another man was waiting. This one was younger than Leonidas but older than Circe. Obviously he was of Crypteia, as shown when he flashed his mark of the faction to Igneous inquiry. He seemed a friendly man. Open to talks, but keeping shut when not needed. Unlike...
''Ow, ow, ow! Cease that... Owowowowow!'' The voice whined in an empty air. More precisely, it was an empty air that was whining around Igneous' headlock while he was grinding his knuckles onto something.
It painted quite an amusing picture for both magic and non-magic users. Except for the one on the receiving end of Igneous' furor. ''Commmaaandeeeerrrrr...! Ow! Order him to stand down! Ow! You ruff... OW! Apologies! Apologies!''
The new person of Crypteia Igneous has just met chortled loudly at his comrade's expense. ''Mwahahha! It was about time... Aahahah!''
As fun this scene was, Leonidas had to ask of Igneous to release the torment on poor Circe. Although he took some time in giving the said order. The fact not appreciated by now visible, pouting Circe and her hair looking as if she went through the storm. A red spot where the gladiator rubbed his fist was practically shining on her forehead. ''Well done, Igneous! Punishment well earned!'' The men exclaimed jubilantly after getting control of his laughter. This just made his night.
Even old Cicero was not immune to light banter. Was it light now? For the sorceress, clearly not. Circe was fast to notice the reactions of all the present males. Maybe exercising curiosity with Igneous is not the best idea. The cloaks will need some working on when she has time. And if that woman has time. At least he didn't damage it. If he did, she would be scolded for not taking proper care. Ugh! Some people can be nitpicking.
''Tch, yes, I might have been hyperbolic with testing... Hey! You had part as well, Damocles! You wanted to know about it!'' She yelled at the bearded man annoyingly.
For Damocles, he played his uninvolvement part well. ''I remember nothing of a such. The man should know how your mind works.'' With all her blabbering, who wouldn't. ''Do I stand correct, Igneous?''
Igneous replied with the only logical answer going through his head. ''Truly. I have come to learn of Circe's propensity to piffle and her... interest towards the unknown.'' Not that it's a bad thing by itself, but there has to be some limits in one's curiousness.
Since those two were ganging up on her, it was time to turn and ask their leader almighty. He can't possibly show favorism now, and will without any bias... ''The old adage teaches 'nothing in excess'.'' What the? That is just not fair.
''You remember it, friend? One from Solonus' old scripts...'' Cicero began, and too bad no one seemed to respect it more these days. Which sealed that Circe loses this round to bunch of, literally, dicks. In her opinion. Alright, life goes on, we'll see who gets the last laugh.
''My matter notwithstanding,'' she glared at the left side where Damocles was snickering and trying to whisper something to Igneous. Bastard of red-hair, he's willing to listen to Damocles instead of her, ''we have ascertained the escapement path was not needed.'' Why were they even bothering with escape route? The assembly went well, it wasn't like they were gonna chase them with swords and torches. ''What are our further orders?''
''Igneous and yourself are to rest. It is almost midnight, and I need you awake early.'' They will require as much sleep as they can. ''Further tasks shall await you with the rising sun.'' He send them off, Circe showing Igneous where he would be sleeping. This time she held a bit more distance between them as she walked and tried to fix her hair.
That left four men in Consuls office. ''There is more work to be done. I will finish the necessary documents. Tiro, bring paper and ink.'' He told his attendant who went to one of the cabinets for the writing equipment. ''Warn that young man that he is to treat these with care.'' He told Leonidas. His name and seal would be on it.
One of the most powerful of Crypteia nodded in understanding. Then addressed his other subordinate. ''You saw nothing worth noting?'' Damocles simply shook head and gave report that not much was amiss while he was on patrol, in secret that is. ''Good, good...'' In a small flash he held folded charts in his hands and spread them on the floor. ''Make slight changes to the paths here and here...'' It was the plans of the city.
In the past, Cicero had Tiro personally make arrangements in order to copy those in several numbers. Including Bellatorias current domains. It was an important strategical call, and a very risky attempt on their side. Luckily for them, Crypteia had quite good map-makers and skilled drawers.
Now if only they had better light in the office. The only oil lamp was not enough to ease their straining eyes. As the night went on, it never occurred just who they sent to sleep. Therefor, the headmen had to squint to focus in the poorly lighten room.
XxX
''Jupiter, Juno, Minerva... What in Styx has transpired?!'' One Septimus Aburius Antius panicked in his head. When he returned in his residence on Palatine, he immediately locked himself in his private quarters.
To get some well-deserved shuteye? No such luck for the humble Senator. Forget the whole spying affair and that country was probably going to raise arms in another war, although this time in the role of defending not attacking. He can deal with that. He could even deal with the fact that his son and that coin-swallower Crassus have been dealing behind his back, with Justus putting their family name in jeopardy all the while.
No. The real cause for his heart to beat ten times faster in anxiety was another fact, seemingly escaping all Senators at their out of the ordinary assembly. Tiredness may had something to do with why most wouldn't notice it. But not him and his decades of working in his old branch.
Lictors are civil servant who acted as bodyguards to magistrates who held imperium. Consuls have maximum of twelve lictors at their disposal. Praetors had six, legatus five, aediles two and quaestors one. Now that wouldn't be so strange if it weren't for the fact that lictors are not supposed to be former slaves or foreigners! To his sharp eyes, he recognized that two men bringing forth the ambassador charged with espionage were not Bellatorian citizens.
Yes, lictors were expected to be in top shape, for they had duty in controlling the crowd and clearing a path for government officials when they appeared and spoke in public. Sometimes lictors were former soldiers. They could also administer public punishment if they deemed a citizen was breaking the law in plain sight.
These two tonight, cannot in any way be Bellatorians! Particularly the taller one with hair that seemingly held the very colour like the burning flames. He was definitely not a Bellatorian. Crimson-orange hair? Antius has seen that colour on one man. One man that left him in awe when he saw him a year or so ago. Back then, he first thought it was just rumors and flaunting Marcinius was using to gain attention of the crowd.
He passed the rivaling Lanista's bragging as nothing more than an attempt to promote his Ludus. It later proved that Marcinius bark was not lacking bite. Despite being preliminary part before the main fight of the day, the young new acquisition made him think otherwise. Being victorious in two consecutive fights on a single day was not anything to laugh at. And all was done by a then seventeen-year old. Goes to demonstrate Marcinius yet had a good eye for discerning good quality of his purchase.
Septimus and Justus were sharing same thoughts on that one day when seeing the lad in action officially. And now, the idea of that same person showing presence in Tibrus brought all kinds of dreadful thinking on Antius' already heavy mind. Last he heard through some grapevine, Hellhound Igneous was active and doing his job by spilling blood at Conlinia's arena.
Weeks later, the man shows up acting as one of attendants for the Consul of Republic. How outrageous does the whole situation sounds? A gladiator, slave trained to kill in the arena for sports is now in employment as an escort, or at least in some manner a bodyguard of the highest ranking magistrate. Philosophers can go on about it being part of some intricate plot playing behind the scenes. While people carry with their everyday lives.
Antius shook his head fiercely. His whole brain was getting increasingly overloaded with potential scenarios and occurrences, many he may or may have not read about in his free time. 'What am I to do?' He thought with his arms now plopped on his desk while supporting his head.
Should've he taken action? But what action exactly? In the danger of retribution, a very feasible outcome if he blurted out at the assembly. Thus he remained silent. What if he was wrong and ended up accusing the freaking Consul of Republic for treason and malefic plotting when Bellatoria faces imminent crisis from afar? The horrors unimaginable would befall him.
''Father?'' A female voice called behind the closed doors of his office followed by light knocking. ''Are you here?''
And now his daughter has been woken. Blessed his child for she has a kind heart unlike some people of their standings. He could hardly hide what has transpired at the meeting from her. She would find out eventually, that's for sure. ''You should not be awake at this hour Justia.'' He gently chided his elder child when he opened the doors.
''And what of you, father? Senatorial duties at night?'' She said studying his still formal attire he dons for the job. What could be so important that her father had to leave on another meeting after they were officially not to be held after the late noon?
Antius frowned slightly. How does he leads this conversation without making her more worried than it is. It would do no good that she falls to illnes when currently in this state of pregnancy. Stress can lead to tiredness, which can lead to great exhaustion that can ultimately become ailment. It is what caused her mother's demise. ''Consul Cicero requested an urgent summoning of Senators. Matter is quite... delicate in nature.''
Justia made a slight diastase show on her face. ''And it could have not waited for tomorrow? What was of such magnitude that forced hand?''
Perfect. She has started her little interrogation. He shouldn't have expected any less from her. Everything that happens at that blasted Curia has an effect at the country and its people as a whole. Antius cursed Petronius' absence somewhat. He didn't hate his daughter being with him, not at all. He'll be grandfather in a few more months, Gods give. Problem was that her presence can prove distracting from, what he thought, were moves that he would have to plan carefully for the foreseeable future.
Politics were, in a manner of speaking, one big board game. Many things are at stake, a lot of factors included, some stood higher in position other lower. Some were caught in the middle, but they had to pick a side. It was one big power play. He managed well for now, yet when something like this happen you don't want to be with the losing party. That spells disaster for your own good. And your close ones eventually.
''My child,'' he put a light hand on her shoulder and made her follow him, ''leave politics to us who take pleasure in bashing our heads over matters of state.'' They walked slowly, he needs to be careful both about his daughters limited mobility and how she would take his words. ''Turn mind to other concerns. This line of work is overwhelming, more so than affairs of Lanista.'' He didn't like giving her half-truths or stringing her away from it, but it was for her own health. And the unborn child's.
Justia thought and knew he was being evasive and leading the conversation in another direction. At the end of the day, that was a necessary skill he possessed. That skill which brought them higher in the social standings and the one that feeds them and gives all kinds of other comfort. ''Very well. You wish not to discuss the business of men. I understand.'' Yes, women meddling in men's work wasn't encouraged.
''I only do what is in our best interest.'' Oh, how hypocritical that must have sounded. To work in best interest of Bellatoria or his family. Oftentimes, even he knew not where the line can be pulled there. ''And in your interest now, is claiming proper sleep. For both of you.'' He finished, knowing she would catch the full meaning behind.
Justia sighed in tired exasperation. Being pregnant is a bit annoying, she admitted to herself. The prospect of a child is wonderful, but the way everyone give her the treatment she might fall apart at the smallest of adversity can be really irking. Coincidentally, they arrived to her temporary sleeping quarters where she left the attendants waiting at attention. ''Yes, father.''
Then a strange gleam entered her eyes and she smirked slightly while looking at him. ''Father,'' she gained his heed as he turned to leave, ''what if we were to undertake a family gathering in the coming days?'' She hasn't been to Conlinia at the old Villa for almost a year. In spite of being married to man from Tibrus and appreciating the gains it got her, the old residence woke nostalgia in her from time to time. That and her brother would always make the stay gratifying and entertaining.
Again, Septimus will have to disappoint his only daughter. ''I am afraid that certain difficulties have appeared.'' Before she could say anything, he cut her off briskly. ''Do not fret or dwell on the subject. I guarantee after dealing with minor inconveniences, your idea can be carried out.'' He ended with a smile he hoped would put her at ease.
Justia gave an honest smile in return. ''I see. I can't wait for that day to come. Gratitude, father.'' She mved closer to him and gave a hug. Septimus was surprised at the affection slightly, but he gave her the parental hug, all the while minding her baby bump.
''Rest well, my child. Goodnight.'' He told her after they separated and received the same answer from Justia. With new resolution in him, he vowed to see that smile again when event comes about. But, unfortunately, before that he has to ensure of some things and run damage control. Antius reckons he won't be having enough sleep for tonight. For his family's eudaemonia, he'll get his hands dirty. That means confronting the issue itself first thing in the morning.
XxX
Skies were dark, yet there was no thunder. No storm was brewing in spite with clouds being almost obsidian black. Smoke was everywhere, obscuring his vision. What was beneath him? It feels like solid earth.
Something wet hit his cheek. Tears? Rain? It began its agonizingly slow descend until reaching his lips after the longest time. He licked it. The taste is strangely metallic. Can't be molten iron? Then again, the heat wouldn't affect him at all. No. This taste feels familiar. Yes, the first time he had the pleasure of getting it inside his mouth. Something that follows after causing harm.
That's right. It was blood. Bitter tasting liquid all living beings have. The one they can't live without. So why were they spilling it so much? Did they find pleasure in it? He found that long as someone else sheds it for them, then it doesn't matter. As long as it is not on them it doesn't matter.
Blood sports. People seem to like it very much. Those smart enough did well by capitalizing on every opportunity. You have to wonder; Do they even care about those who indulge them with spectacle? People who take upon blade or any weapon at disposal to give entertainment?
The gist is, that if you survive enough you may be granted freedom. Show your might in the years to come and you will earn the rudis. Wooden sword which holds every victory you ever made at the Arena. Proof of your prowess. Proof of your dedication to work. Proof that you trained hard every day, poured lots of sweat, endured the hard sparring, honed the bladework, improved your overall stance, learned how every swing has a meaning, taught how to adapt to each situation your opponent presents you with.
How do you obtain this item? Simple; you spill blood, you cut limbs, you slit throats, you pierce hearts, you slash spines, you stab backs. You look forward when fighting enemy. Being effective in combat means you do not, under any circumstance feel for your foe. Close your heart to their desperation. Close your heart to their suffering. Life in this world is dangerous. The road ahead is long and unforgiving.
''Yes... No place for a boy...'' The harsh voice hit the nail on the head. ''You are no longer child... Do not waste my time and show me your strength!'' He screamed the commend while waiting impatiently for him to get up.
He fell again. This time his legs were swept from under him. ''Fighting is not purely based on raw power alone...'' This one was more calmer, if not with a hint of blandness. Like it was talking about weather. ''Those embracing such philosophy will always find themselves struck down... You are not like that... Stand and prove me wrong... That you can learn!''
I try. I try everyday. ''He who is unable to live in society and has no need because he is sufficient for himself, is either a beast or a god.'' A fatherly voice replaced the previous one. That's the lengthiest sentence he ever heard him say. And where in hell did he pick that line up. It sounds like it came from some old man. ''We stand as none... Seeking help from others is not sign of weakness... Remember that, Igneous...'' He didn't yell at him.
Igneous? Was that his name? Wasn't there another name he responded to? What was it again? The name 'Igneous' he feels he should know it better, but he can't put his finger on it. Why does it sound familiar and in some weird way fitting? From where does he know it?
''You are ...on .layer. D. not forget ..e pride .f ..is title...'' What now? 'On layer'? And what kind of pride should he feel about himself exactly? Pride in his life and achievements? What a joke.
He came to this world unprepared. No! He was abandoned and left on his own devices! He was turned into a slave! Two fucking years he has done what other told him, being treated as nothing more than living property! Another two years he was given away to another only to discover he walked into some kind of form of damnation!
It didn't matter. All he had to do was fight, fight and fight. He knew that much. Despite not using magic and being one of the youngest in those pits he refused to bow. He refused to surrender. He refused to suffer defeat. If he had to kill them all to keep living then so be it! One creed that he has left was that as long as there is life in him. He. Will. Not. Yield in fucking battle!
When one day a man challenged him. He had been beaten in contest. The stranger was better than him in almost every aspect. When the blissful darkness engulfed him, he did not care anymore. Yes, he lost the match. Was he ashamed? Not really, no. Little peeved? Yes. But least he lost to a decent adversary. The man has proven to be his superior in combat and that was it. No regrets.
And then you wake up in a whole new situation, getting explanation that he is valuable and asked to lend his strength for someone else's cause. What do you do? You agree to it. You finally gained some manner of freedom you always desired. Mostly not being treated as a replaceable tool. Certain rules had to be abided by. These were not savages.
Over the months you learn all kinds of different things. About people. About where you actually are on some big lump of dirt. Not long after you heal, they offer training. They offer power. And who are you to decline such proposals. You are game right away! Of course not everything is roses and rainbows. You find that out after you get your sorry ass whooped and used as a punching bag for trying to be hot shot.
Never mind. They mean well to you. Wow, such way of fighting is possible? You can actually use your body that way? Next thing you know, you actually start using your brain along with your body. And even the part about magic or magecraft is not left alone. Even if you haven't used in a long while you can still cause fire. Happens when your 'owners' threaten you physically if you try something 'unnatural' around in public.
And man, is that trick of storing away things and having them at your call all the time neat or what? That's the first you want to learn. And eventually you get all the principles down. You just have to connect 'yourself' to the object, memorize it, and wish it away into your, well 'being', as they called it. Theory can be boring, but it gets shit done with time. You mastered it, good, now work on speed of summoning in leisure.
Having mentors helps a lot. Even if certain individuals look like they want to eat you for breakfast. Nothing stand idle in Crypteia. Each person has a duty of its own. His turn just came. And he was given opportunity at accessing another form of power? Not too dissimilar to his branch of magic? Why not, nothing to lose right?
Yea right. Sweet gods above and below. That 'procedure' stung like a bitch. Never before has he felt such pain in his life. Forget corporeal pain, he can handle that stuff. Magical pain is like being torn at your very self. Like being tied to all four limbs and slowly dragged apart by horses. Why did he had to say that out loud? That man's grin bodes no well...
Luckily he managed just fine. He was whole and alive. If by being alive meant like you had three days of non-stop deathmatch with a lion. Then yea, he's a-okay. Sore all over and continued being sore for the rest of the week. Even sleeping in soft bed felt like lying on a bumpy rocks. Oh, but tribulations are not done. There was a new mission... Mission of high relevance and he is to be one of the main factors in the whole 'project'...
*BOOM*
...Wait one damn minute! Why in fuck is he reliving all this?! He's still surrounded by black fog or shit. He couldn't tell, the thing had no real smell, so it had to be fog. And then there was a noise. A loud bang or explosion. Then another and another. It came from all directions!
He turned and turned, yet he couldn't discern anything around him. Then he saw it. Two red, gleaming dots. And they were just positioned in a way that strangely reminds him of a set of eyes. Getting closer. A man or something. It just keeps running his way. Alright then. Place the legs in proper stance, raise arms to eye level, not too high nor too low. Now!
The punch connected, he felt it connect. Then why did the attacker vanished in air? It just... evaporated? No time to think, another set of feet was coming behind. He went low and swept his leg in a wide arc. The result was the same as before. He definitely hit something and that something just disappeared after getting hit.
What is this?
The same process was repeated time after time again and again. There was no ending it. Each time it came after him. One time solo, then in pairs of two mostly. Oddly enough, they now apparently managed to withhold three to four punches. Was he getting sloppy or were they getting stronger?
Another one slammed to the ground and his neck broken by stomping foot. He managed to get a glimpse of what these... these 'apparitions' look like. Human body dressed in leather and armoured garment. Gladiators? Seriously?
''Jupiter's cock.'' He is being encircled by wraiths. Now walking deliberately slow, the plan probably to swarm him and suffocate with numbers. Not. A. Chance. ''Eat shit.'' Spreading his arms wide on both sides he let out a large bursts of fire from both outstretched palms. The huge streams of continuous flames eating away at his approaching enemies as he pivoted around to catch them all. No survivors.
He let out a huge breath after cutting off the flame-throwing. The fog was clearing. Things are being visible and more clear to his eyes. Maybe he only saw the danger because of his enhanced sight in the dark, who knows. The whole place looks like some rocky plane. Just bare, uneven stone around. No plants or life. His enemies now a mere wisps of burned bodies. He still doesn't feel the scent. Shouldn't there be some?
''Splendid, Marvelous. Wonderful sight.'' Someone threw praises at him. ''It should not be surprising. You are Hellhound Igneous after all.'' The mist stopped moving away from the fire gladiator at about twenty paces. And then it started to whirl around like a twister but he didn't felt any wind currents behind the action.
''You are...'' The young redheaded man grabbed his head with on hand. The cause of it a sudden throbbing in his right side of the skull. Each second passed it began increasing in intensity and the black smoke was rising and spreading to the skies. Not that it could make the scenery any better looking.
''I... am offended.'' The voice said. Its every word bouncing in his head and echoing through the whole place. ''To think you know not the presence of me. Have you not gazed upon yourself recently?'' It gave off the scolding tone to the gladiator clutching his face.
'' 'Gaze upon myself?' '' Igneous repeated through the gritted teeth. Why does it hurt so much?! ''I do not understand... I do not understand what you want of me?!'' He yelled with a strained voice. His knees slowly bending, not being able to support him in the process of suffering.
The voice tched in annoyance. ''So much more to learn. Honestly, you are akin to a lost child. Do you expect others to hold your hand and guide you?'' The fucker was going on Igneous' nerves now. That damn condescending tone of his is making his brain want to pop out of his temple. ''Have you not become a man? Why bother with plain folks? You can be God had you so wanted. Yet you bow head and follow orders like obedient, little soldier.'' At this point Igneous stopped shaking and tried to stand straighter. His one uncovered eye now glaring at the space in front where two big pair of eyes opened and watched him.
Locking his crimson red eyes with the bright red Igneous replied. ''There is no 'I' in our group. There is 'us' and those who cared enough to show me the true path.''
The entity spoke in amusement now. ''Hoh. Spoken with zeal that burns ever brightly.'' It scoffed and quickly changed the contrast. ''Showed you path? Do not be ridiculous! They use you! You are nothing but their tool! You are...'' The derision was ceased as an almost white hot jet of heat soared and passed through where eyes were located.
''Seize tongue!'' Igneous went on with holding up the stream and didn't let up for a long minute. When he did, he fell to his knees breathing raggedly and sweating profusely. It looked like he had dealt with whatever that thing was, until the fog reformed and the eyes were now wider and shining more than after he tried to burn them away.
''Not bad. There might be hope for you yet. Time will tell.'' It snickered at the mention of 'time'. Before spouting more nonsensical words to Igneous, the eyes narrowed and shifted attention at something behind Igneous. Not that he would notice, supporting himself with arms while trying and failing to stand up. ''Again, huh? Until next time we break words, gladiator.'' It sighed, sounding disappointed.
Igneous couldn't even muster to inquire when he felt a tugging sensation, like his head being pulled up and up and his sight going dark. Soon enough he saw white and black and gray. The eyes lingered a bit longer until they too started to dwindle. ''Foolish creature. I have won already.''
Wake up N..s.
And just like that same time months nearly a month ago, Igneous opened his eyes and and quickly sat up. Another damn one. This is not good. Not only it's being vexing, but sleepless nights and dreams like this could damage his entire performance. Gods know he doesn't need that now. Oh and look, it's practically dawn.
He pressed his hand at his forehead to find it sweaty as usual when this occurs. And he even kicked off the covers from himself on an improvised cot whilst dreaming. Screw it, like it matters that much. He won't die from freezing or getting lung inflammation. Heh, why is it even called like that? Leave it to the Medicus or maybe mage healers to figure it out. Mage? ''By Gods, allow me this much freedom.''
Slowly turning his head to the left, he sighed in relief at Circe's evenly breathing form a few feet in her own bedding. Thank fuck. Last thing he needs is having chatty sorceress over his head approaching the subject of his mental condition. Speaking of, he is not sure who to address about it without being declared liability and risk of being withdrawn to Crypteia for some weird observation. It can wait some more.
He's fully functioning regardless of the slight predicament. Even with it, he can wipe the floor with Kastos. Or Ganicus... Right, maybe Ganicus would take longer than usual. Further combat comparison was interrupted by knocking at the quarters of the room. Opening the door soon came after.
''Oh, you have waken.'' It was Tiro and he was carrying a bowl in his arms. ''Apologies, but we have minor... complication. If you could wake young lady Aeaea and come to master's office I would be grateful.'' And then he put the bowl with water and a basket that probably held food near him. ''For washing face and food.'' Tiro said and hastily made a small bow before leaving not waiting for any response.
Minor complication? That shouldn't be too worrisome. In that case, Igneous will take his time. Cicero's attendant never said specifically that they should hurry. So there. Now to wake up chatterbox and fill stomach. ''Circe, waken.'' The response was deeper sigh and pulling her covers over her head. That's how it's gonna be, huh? ''Alright.'' He muttered, walking closer and leaning down to grab the blanket.
It all went according to expectations and now there was one annoyed and sleep-deprived sorceress in the world. ''Very amusing.'' She drawled and then groaned while stretching out. Wanting to get reaction for waking her she peered at Igneous and, to her dismay, found him washing his face. ''To what reason has my sleep being disturbed?'' She asked nonchalantly. He didn't answer. She rubbed her eye and found Igneous staring at the water in the bowl.
As she approached stealthily as she could from behind, Igneous' gaze was locked at his reflection in the washing container. What she couldn't see was his expression. She didn't see his face distorted in an angry sneer as he put his hand into the water and heated up, steam now billowing the air. Since she didn't say anything he choose to in her stead. ''One person's tenacity can cause quite trouble. Am I wrong?''
Not wanting to show surprise at being caught, for the umpteenth time in two days ready, Circe gave an easy smile. ''I find obstinate continuance in spite of difficulties to be prime quality.'' She replied smoothly, then nudged her head at the evaporating liquid. ''Gratitude for warming my bath. You are very considerate friend.''
''What unusual woman.'' Igneous thought anew. He shrugged second after, that wasn't his intention but whatever suits just so she wouldn't prod verbally on his slightly out of the ordinary behaviour. ''Not at all. Tiro informed our presence was demanded.'' He informed her while she carefully washed her own face, minding the now slightly hotter water. It wasn't scalding, he reasoned.
''Never dull moment.'' Circe replied as she put fer footgear. She picked a piece of food from the basked and strolled toward well known location. ''Come, we can eat whilst walking.'' She demonstrated by taking slightly bigger bite than necessary. Igneous swiftly mimicking her actions. As they walked passing a few bustling servants who paid them little heed. Like it was normal for them to be here.
Little unexpectedly, in Circe's humble opinion, her redheaded companion started conversation. ''Had enough sleep?'' He asked and then taking his bite as well.
The hazel-eyed sorceress stalled with answering by chewing slowly on purpose. In reality she woke up before him, but the gladiator didn't need to know that. Looks like the younger man has his own personal demons he drags with himself. She thought that she would have to intervene when she felt his magical presence spike. ''Good Hecate, was he to release spell asleep?!'' But as luck would have it, nothing happened and he woke with a start. ''Eh. Who requires sleep? Today's events will keep us on our feet.'' She finished gaily.
Igneous cocked his one ginger brow. She's definitely not lacking enthusiasm in early morning. ''Truth.'' When the got to the doors Igneous could hear someone grunting behind it. He hastily pushed it open and the two magic users found an odd guest at Cicero's office. The only ones there were Cicero himself and Damocles, who looked every bit disgruntled as he held the third man's wrists while the one caught was struggling in vain.
''Remove fucking hands from me.'' The other man close to Cicero's age, dressed in plain looking clothes of gray toga with red stripes on the sides, grunted out. ''Do you know who I am, servant?'' He paid no mind to the two new occupants that entered.
''The man stands as no servant of mine. Trusted ally would be appropriate term.'' Consul spoke from where he was sitting behind his desk and reading notes. ''Better question, what reason forced you to prowl around my abode?'' He asked not taking eyes from paper.
The captive scowled at Cicero's laid back attitude at the whole situation. ''I am not blind to what happens in Senate. That you concoct schemes and use men that should not be present in Tibrus. I came to negotiate.'' He ranted. And at that very moment he looked to the side and noticed new faces that came in. One that, in spite of parallel scars that stretched on his right side of his face, he would recognize without fail. ''Good Jupiter, it is you...'' He trailed off, eying Igneous as if he were a ghost of sorts.
Before Igneous could sound his confusion, the ever spirited Circe beat him to it. ''If this is to be regular occurrence, we will have to do something about that face of yours.'' She turned lazy eyes to Igneous' face and proposed innocently. ''Perhaps colour the hair... Hmm...'' Yet it would be kinda wrong. The pigment suits him like flames to a torch.
''Not even nymphs of Neptune would force my hand. Much less you.'' Igneous bit back. There's just no way he's dyeing hair or cutting it off. It was changed once by methods even he can't comprehend. Circe was not perturbed by his tone in the least. So she turned back to her unfinished snack.
''Ahem.'' Consul snapped their attention back to the current predicament they now face. ''Matters of... facial appearances aside.'' These youngsters, honestly. ''You come pressing for my aid. What remedy can this humble Consul provide you with, good Antius?''
Antius? Like Justus Antius? This was his father, the Senator? Now it makes sense to the gladiator off-duty. He probably saw his face in some of the fights in earlier years. The red-eyed man didn't pay much care on who was watching him shed blood in the matches. This whole affair just become messier by hours. Since Antius wasn't fully aware of their plans, how should they proceed with him? Politics and shrewd maneuvering behind the curtain. It's all one big stage.
Ta-dah! Another one down! That's like one, two, three... nine chapters as of now! Giving myself a pat on the back mind you. So not all things are like they seem. Bellatoria is full of rats and faces not only foreign, but domestic threats as well. How will they deal with it? What of our hero, who is not really a hero, but meh for appearances sake let's call him protagonist. I finished all exams (thank you, thank you), and now, hopefully, I'll have more time to dedicate to this story.
I took upon myself to watch the movie Fairy Tail: Dragon Cry. Know what I saw there? Plot holes, plot holes, fanservice to a new level, some more plot holes and oh! Natsu fights a dragon! Those one minute and how many seconds were exciting. What next hmm? Needless Gruvia. A few asspulls from Erza, Lucy, Happy. Grand Chariot with skimpy 'armour' (I swallowed a lemon here) they should make even smaller versions. Since battling with bikinis you get to beat soldiers in actual armour. And my favourite one in whole FT is (and Mashima-san's probably) IT'S ALL MAGIC, I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN SHIT TO YOU. *Deep breaths*
As for the Fairy Tail manga... ''...'' I'm not gonna bother with commenting on it.
Per usual read, follow, favourite (please do both ;) leave review, or PM me if there's anything you want to know or just talk about concerning the fanfic. Except in-depth details on my story. Sorry good people, that stays in one place only. You want the script? Pry it from my dead, lifeless carcass...
Haha! As old man Warrod would say: ''Joke! It's just a joke!''
Til next time! Axel out!