Chapter Restructured & Expanded: 06-05-23.

LĒOHT GAEST II: CYNE WÆLCYRGE II — GALGAAN CWYLMING
(Luminary Ghost II: Royal Valkyrie II — The Gallows of Suffering)

CHAPTER XXI
Îsearn Dæghwîl
(Halcyon Days)
ARC IV
Forworen Gesegen
(Decayed Legend)


Story Theme II: Sakuzyo — Nirvana.


"I am the Lord of Frenzy."

Monumental incomprehensible torment ransacks Viola's already flayed mind. Tenfold, both dizzying truths and deceitful lies purloin her psyche.

This man is but isn't who she thinks he is, but his identity is blank. 'Who is this?!' This desperate thought circles reiteratively until total confusion envelopes Viola.

"I am sorry for the disturbance." He cuts Viola's frantic monologuing. "I will have my men kill any bandits we spot on our travels." With this, the Dark Knight twists to address his army, commanding them out of the encampment.

Speechlessly, Viola can only stare after him. 'Who is he?!' Her internal ramblings are interrupted once again, her attention being snatched by Natsuki.

The former Ánhere has silently come to her side as the soldiers pass. Two-thousand strong boots resound across the field, their synchronised march never weakening nor faltering. This is—

"—Arcewælcyrge, what are we going to do?" The Arles Guard has also attended her side, most still mounted. The man's question is not automatically answered by Viola as the foreign army continues bypassing them. "Arcewælcyrge? Are you alright?" She looks as pale as a ghost!

Once the army is just a distant trail, they hear someone stumble to the floor.

What? Viola looks behind her, spotting Natsuki falling to her knees. The guard's query is soon forgotten, and she rushes to her side. "Are you alright? Is it your arm?"

"Ah… tired." All of the adrenaline must have left Natsuki's body now that they are out of danger. But alas, before Natsuki can respond, Viola scoops her up. "W-wha—Viola?!" She roars, blushing furiously.

"I told you…" The Arcewælcyrge whispers so only she hears. "Call me Shizuru." Ignoring the thunderstruck response from Natsuki, she turns her attention to the Arles Guard. "I will return later in the day to help clear up this mess."

Behind her are still the corpses of their adversaries.

"Examine their persons whilst I am gone." They salute, and with this, Viola carries Natsuki towards their tent. Once inside, she delicately sits Natsuki upon the floor away from the bedrolls. They are still both befouled by blood, guts and other undesirables. "Do you need help changing?"

"N-no?" Completely thrown off guard, Natsuki simply sits there, rather tongue-tied indeed.

"You must change, Natsuki… there is blood all over you. As well… your wound will become infected. Allow me to help?" The atmosphere plunges upon Viola's statement, kneeling down to touch Natsuki's thigh.

"I-I—" Restraining a breath, Natsuki clenched her teeth behind sealed lips, an electric tingling across her leg. She should not be feeling this at such a time! She berates herself, veering her gaze from Viola's with immense embarrassment. "I—there is blood all over us both."

Viola's entire side is bloodied, having mercilessly cut down a bandit from the throat to navel.

"We shall deal with that?" Natsuki responds by only looking at her in confusion. Pressing further, Viola says: "I will fetch a pail of water. I know right now that you will refuse to bathe in the pond."

Natsuki scrunches her face up in disgust. But it isn't due to the water quality or anything. Rather, it's because of the Arles Guard. She does not trust them. "H-hm…" She mumbles somewhat incoherently. "F-fine." She starts nervously unthreading her frilled shirt. This is sloppy at best because of her wound and her right hand's damaged nerves.

"I will return within a moment."

True to her promise, Viola soon rejoins her within the tent. Carrying a pail and cloth, she however freezes at the flap. 'Sweet hells'; her heart flutters then plunges into her throat upon Natsuki's shirt drooping downwards. It makes her throat dry, scarlet gaze welded to the already stripping Ánhere.

Her skin is flawlessly pale—akin to the falling snow in the early morning. It seems that Natsuki didn't expect her to be so quick. Twisting around like a deer in torchlight, that blush painting Natsuki's face lowers, till—

—The shirt drops further, revealing blackened blood smeared across her torso. Even her bra is stained red.

The sight—'She's beautiful.' So, so gorgeous and something Viola shall not forfeit to anyone.

"Nats—" Viola says urgently, yet her voice swirls around her tongue uselessly. The name upon her lips doesn't finish, her body completely static. 'Move!' This isn't the time! "Natsuki." She heaves a boot forward, this eventually following her other. Eventually, she stands before the fellow Wælcyrge, almost losing grip of the water bucket.

All is so silent that a pin can drop.

Natsuki's heart rages within her chest as she anxiously stares up at Viola. "Th—" Her tongue seizes, fingers worrying into her shirt. "This tension is too much." She whispers, gaze veering from that hungry gaze penetrating her. "Stop looking at me like that—" Natsuki begs. "—Please."

Oh, Gods'. Viola closes her eyes. Of course—of course!—this tempts her desire onwards. "I-I understand." She stresses. letting go of the pail which falls to the floor but doesn't tip over. Droplets ricocheted, some landing upon Viola's trouser leg—others hitting Natsuki's face.

Temptations skyhigh, the Arcewælcyrge proceeds to kneel. Resting seiza, she hovers her hands before Natsuki, unsure what she is doing with them. "Do—" Viola clears her throat. "Do you want help washing anything unreachable?" The flinch she receives makes her pause, so she tries to clarify herself. "Your back, mainly? You still cannot grip things well with your right hand, correct?"

"I…you're right." Natsuki confesses, pulling her Anchor from under her drooping shirt. Doffing the chained crystal, she hangs it from her fingers. Even this has bits of dried blood blocking the circular links. "Here." She forces herself to speak, handing the Anchor to Viola who is so close. "It's all clogged. I'll…" Natsuki nervously fiddles with her shirt again. "...I'll—" She can't say it. 'Strip. Just say it.' But it's hard!

Her Arcewælcyrge does as told, simply dropping the Anchor into the pail of water. It quickly sinks to the bottom, where it will remain for a while. "Can you turn around?" For both their sakes and modesty. Though Viola will not say it is also to prevent herself doing something they will regret.

Natsuki sluggishly commences this action as Viola dips the cloth into the water this time. Making the fabric sodden, she then squeezes the excess liquid from it. "Here is the cloth." She hovers her arm around Natsuki, offering the fabric.

"I—yeah, thanks." Natsuki smears the cloth over her chest, quivering when hands pressed to her shoulders.

"Can I remove this?" The Arcewælcyrge motions to her shirt that is partially unbuttoned. Receiving a shaky nod, she ponders: 'A few weeks ago this would not have been possible. Actually… When did our relationship advance so drastically?' She thinks back to their journey from Guadeloupe Palace.

Had the first signs started at the Garderobe Ruins? …Or has it been after their argument? Mayhaps when Natsuki helped her bathe?

Viola mulls things through, her fingertips brushing down Natsuki's jutting spine. A sudden breath from her makes Viola pause. "Sorry." She immediately apologises, taking hold of Natsuki's arm. "Can you slip your arm through the sleeve, please?" 'It was the argument. Does she feel guilty for keeping that information away from me?'

As Viola remains stuck in ponderment, Natsuki also has troubles of her own.

Fragments of memories she originally had, are now blank spots. Yet she… doesn't mind so much? Why is this happening? Is it normal for a Wælcyrge to remember their existences then gradually forget again?

"...What are you thinking about?" She steals a glance at Viola behind her shoulder who still holds her arm. The function is so delicate that Natsuki hasn't noticed it. Her eyes too—they appear so lost, deep in thought.

"Hm… many things, I suppose." Sliding her hands up to Natsuki's scarred palm, Viola touches along her thumb.

"What are you d—" The question dies on Natsuki's lips as she feels a weak Ardour flow into her hand. A glow never materialises; the energy simply disperses before it can build. A frustrated sigh escapes from Viola instead, allowing Natsuki's palm to drop. Has she just tried to perform Spirit Mending?

"It is no use…" Viola's gaze meets Natsuki's momentarily, forcing a smile. "Come." She grips her stained shirt. "Let us get you washed. I would hate for your wound to get infected."

This feat is incredibly painstaking and nerve wracking. Eventually the shirt is totally pulled off from her skin, and lay beside them. Next is the bra, the bloodsoaked thing finding itself atop the latter clothing. "I—" Natsuki shivers from the cold, hugging herself in a semblance of warmth. Alas, it does nought a thing.

Behind her, Viola dowses the cloth within the quickly reddening pail. "Natsuki?" Crimson irises set upon the plane of flesh before her. She is slimmer than expected with faintly visible ribs. Perhaps the millionth sigh releases from her upon this sight. She loves every part of her! "How much blood is on your front now?"

"...Just a little on my arm." Natsuki motions for the cloth, the material soon being offered. "I-I don't need anymore help!"

"I suppose you do not." Viola watches the Wælcyrge leap up suddenly. "Nats—"

"—Out!"

Ushered away, Viola finds herself at the tent's entrance. Blinking slowly at the encampment, her lips twitched until a hearty laugh escapes her. Oh, she's adorable!


XI • CM Sunnandæg of Ærraliða
(The 11th Day Before-Mild, Sun's Day, 900)
One Day Later

Once again, they are on the move, but this time, they aren't travelling far.

Natsuki sits in front of Viola in their horse's saddle, and it is incredibly distracting.

"How are you holding up?" Viola's voice is muffled by her armet, her arms hovering around Natsuki to hold the reins.

"I-I still think this is stupid. I can sit in one of the waggons!"

"...But if you are to be there, I cannot protect you from further harm, now can I?"

'What is this relationship?!' Natsuki's ear goes red upon the woman's voice imparting this—it doesn't matter that they wear helmets. She is already far too sensitive to the Arcewælcyrge's tone as is.

Especially since last night.

"Yeah but—this." She emphasises their current situation, but is unable to finish her sentence. Trailing off in frustration, she squeezes her eyes shut and tugs her wounded arm close.

This is awful. Viola's front is smeared against her back and is making her mind hazy. Even though they both wear armour, it drives her absolutely mad.

"I am sure you have noticed it." Viola declares. "This connection we have: We have experienced a dozen lifetimes together. Some with ecstasy, others with regret—even malice and dread."

Later they arrive at a new location. This one is of flat ground with a nearby wood and stream. Viola has already ordered some of the guards to collect firewood and hunt.

A batch of the lumber has just come in, so she is digging a fire pit. "I will need to change your dressing soon." She reminds Natsuki, their eyes locking who is perched atop a barrel. It seems Natsuki prefers this over the small stool beside it. The former Ánhere peers away from her gaze, face flushing. It causes Viola's heart to flutter. This is too much, isn't it?

Within the distance, the horses are once more free roaming. She looks towards them for a moment, musing.

How does one make sense of what had happened yesterday? That person—the Black Knight: He is responsible for what has happened in her previous existence. But who is he? Or what? She can hardly remember his identity. Why is that? Does he even have one? "I know who that man is." Natsuki looks at her. "But I do not."

"What do you mean?"

"He killed me—and you. Several times, in fact." Viola smiles without humour, locking eyes with Natsuki in full. "He raped Sanada. Or, at least that dark presence did."

"What…" Natsuki chose her words carefully. "I don't understand… That he is that person, but isn't?" He also raped the Dark Whisperer? That's—

"—Correct." Viola rises from the ground, sitting herself down on the short stool beside Natsuki. "Perhaps he is that dark presence, or it has possessed him." She inspects her nails, scraping bits of dirt out with her thumbnail. "Mayhaps he is Soul Maddened."

'But what is his name?!'

A guardsman approaches them with an armful of firewood. Standing again, she then nods, collecting it from him. "Did you spot any activity within the woods?" Ah, they have found chestnut; unfortunately this timber will create a lot of smoke. But, it suffices.

"None at all."

"Hm, what is your name, soldier?"

"Kazuya, Arcewælcyrge."

She should probably start memorising everyones' names… "Very good. Please tell the others to come here so we can start preparing the hunted game, Kazuya."

"Of course." He salutes, leaving both Wælcyrge to their own devices.

Viola soon sets the timber down next to the pit and sits herself back down.

Looking off into the distance, she has to admit that Galleria is beautiful. It is a country of grand valleys, lush fields and castle ruins. Twas a shame indeed that the proud Galleria of centuries past no longer exists. "Nats—"

"—Viola."

The two look at each other.

"Yes, Natsuki?" The Arcewælcyrge smiles encouragingly, though her expression nearly slips. Oh, how she wished Natsuki would simply call her Shizuru. The fact she is so stubborn to still call her Viola is irritating beyond belief.

"Why are you the Arcewælcyrge? What's the difference between that and… well, me?"

Actually… has she ever explained why? Viola muses but is unable to remember anything. "It is a mix of several things." Natsuki slowly nods in understanding. "Spiritual Ardour is a main contender, but this is not necessarily the case. Experience, mental fortitude and physical capability are the gauges which measure our power difference. For instance, if I was disabled in battle and dying, you would unofficially become the Arcewælcyrge. You will become the Arcewælcyrge as well, because there are no other Wælcyrgan in the Kingdom."

Viola reminisces about days of yore; at one point Anh and her titles had alternated indiscriminately. Though, ultimately Anh was always the most powerful. Even today, Viola doubts her Ardour is greater than hers.

She starts wondering whether this will happen to herself and Natsuki. Crimson locks with viridian: Yes, it is probable. Natsuki has genuine potential. An Ánhere casting magic is unheard of in their modern era. There are only grand legends of it occurring within the Wælcyrge Cranic. Those tales are ancient, as old as the first Wælcyrgan, mayhaps.

"Why do some Ánhergas not die when their Wælcyrge does?"

Does Natsuki perhaps have a declarative memory? She is speaking of things they haven't discussed in a long while: Of topics she only briefly mentioned. Viola continues staring at her for a moment, thinking things through. "...Perhaps Soul Madness."

Or as Anh once theorised: Fatal Hallucination. "The consumption of souls is a vast factor in an Ánhere's survival chances. Yet, we still do not know precisely why this happens. There have been cases of fully fledged Wælcyrgan dying due to their Arcewælcyrge's death. Though these are far and few between, and we are unsure whether these events are true."

As useful as the Wælcyrge Cranic is, there are many suspicious elements chronicled. It's to be expected, the book is old indeed. Some stories were even added centuries afterwards, having vocally been passed down.

Natsuki mutters incoherently, gently touching along her injured arm. Skywards she peers, brows twitching as flakes of snow land upon her face.

Where is Miyú when they need her? She is probably the one person—entity, thing?—that can answer their questions. But no, of course not, Grimmsyll's Guardian is nowhere to be seen.

"I still find it difficult to believe—the whole magic thing, that is. Where does it come from? How can I cast ice? Shouldn't it be all inside my body, ripping my insides apart?" She puffs out a cloud of condensation upon this question, muttering under her breath again. It's senseless.

"The closer we are to a leyline, the stronger our Ardour." Viola reveals mysteriously. "They are regions which combine with high concentrations of spiritual energy—sometimes called mana. We, as Wælcyrgan are able to absorb this energy, transforming it into an inner Ardour. Our Anchors are also an example of this." Dipping her hand into her shirt, Viola lifts her own Anchor. "We fuel these Anchors with our Ardour, like a fuel canister, you can say. Upon dispensing this Ardour, we can use it as an explosive force. Or… Anchor things from out of our reality."

Oh. Natsuki nods, things finally starting to click for her. So that's why. These Anchors they use are also fragments from the Heart of Grimmsyll. That colossal tree is connected to every other dimension, right? So she guesses it makes more sense.

Upon this moment, the Arles Guard starts approaching, appearing to carry multiple animal carcasses with them.

"Well, Natsuki." Viola snatches her attention without difficulty. "Would you like to learn how to prepare rabbit?"


In the late afternoon, the Cavaliers Royaux arrived.

Viola had immediately warned them about the Altain army which, as Rosalie dismounts, says: "Was a black Knight with them?" Viola nods, making room for the Queen who unequips her armet-coronet. "...I see. This is troubling. That man is Reito Dàí Altay of the Bolyar-Kanzaki House." She watches as Viola visibly freezes at the mention of this name. "...Arcewælcyrge?"

"I am sorry. I do not recognise that name." Viola smiles, lying through her teeth. Her mind goes wild as she slots things together internally. 'Kanzaki Reito: The Obsidian Lord.' There's no doubt about it, this man is—

—a foreboding flashback impacts upon Viola's mind. It is one of chaos, suffering and death. Three events spur her towards recollection: A stab to the gut by a katana, a shot to the shoulder, and…? Suicide by fall. All are by his hand.

"You do not seem well." Rosalie further points out, gazing at her pale face. Something has obviously happened, but she decides against pushing it. "He is a dangerous man." As she continues to speak, Viola appears to snap out of it, guiding her towards a tent for privacy.

"He is the Regent Lord for his niece, the Tsarina, Arashi Dàí Altay. Now that Kanzaki is in the picture, I am unsure how to proceed with Yatagarasu." The Monarch admits as she sits down upon an offered chair within the tent.

"There is also a situation regarding bandits." Viola comments, also sitting before her. The Sovereign's attention piques at this titbit of information. "Before his army arrived, we were ambushed by twenty-seven or so bandits. Not minutes after, he appeared. I suspect they have a part to play in his plan—whatever that may be."

"Why do you believe that?"

"I surmise they are part of Kanzaki's army." Rosalie's face lit up in acknowledgement, so Viola continues: "None were wearing armour nor appeared adequately trained. I dare wonder if they were a sacrifice for his plan."

She thinks things through some more. It definitely seems far too convenient that they showed up moment's after the brigands were dealt with. It is almost as if… Viola's eyes darken with morbid curiosity. "...Can it be that he is marching to Windbloom? Ever since the Five Year War, Galleria has been spiralling out of control. Armies can wander freely through this region. Although annexed by Florence, there is no military presence?"

'Altay and Florence also have a bitter history.' Viola thinks. For those two countries not to feud is unheard of. "He is heading eastwards, so he might even be taking a longer route towards Florence."

"I think it will be wise to discontinue the search for Yatagarasu, then." Rosalie states. "At daybreak, I will escort you to Arles where we will part ways."

Clearly Viola has no choice in this matter.

Nightfall has befallen them as Viola and Natsuki sit by the stream overlooking the Moon.

"Which is your favourite existence with me?" Viola asks suddenly, examining the astral craters of the Moon.

How can a millennia worth of bombardments produce such a barren yet beautiful landscape? Uttermost fury has created their satellite; a whimsical but constant object which controls so many things. Tides… Magics… Perhaps even hormones and love. Scarlets cut to the Wælcyrge beside her, studying her with content.

Yes, it is gorgeous.

They sit upon a dozen blankets to keep the snow at bay. Natsuki has her knees pressed to her chest, plopping pebbles into the water.

"I don't remember any of them very well… But the one I do remember the most, is where I died in that explosion." In fact, isn't Natsuki forgetting even that? Her brow furrows with conflict, making her feel unsure of herself.

How can she not remember a lifetime such as that? "She—" You? "—was the best thing that ever happened to me." She watches the disturbed water ripple outwards like crowned glass. "I suppose it serves me right trying to restrict the Otome." She mutters, chucking a larger stone into the water this time.

It splashes loudly, flinging droplets onto the blanket. "I just know fragments of lifetimes from all over the place. Sometimes we aren't even together. There's even times when I completely forget everything, and think I'm me."

"What are you trying to say?" Viola's eyes are still upon Natsuki, watching the emotions flicker across her face. There are a myriad of feelings; concern, anger, curiosity, sadness.

The younger Wælcyrge shrugs. "That this—" She points to her heart. "—is me, yet it isn't, because I don't belong here." She never will.

"I feel that we are integrating into this existence." Viola admits to her. "However, I am… unsure who I should become."

Her mind sways back to the time when Natsuki helped her bathe in the royal bath chamber. Ever since her Physic Coma, she has been shifting into someone else. Yet…? She isn't as well. The morality of yesterday's Viola is greater than ever before, but thanks to Natsuki she is less… What? Bloodthirsty?

No, that is incorrect, for she will cut down a hundred adversaries when needed.

"Who do you think you are now?"

"Now that is a remarkable question." Shizuru's gaze falls to the foot-trodden snowfall. Honestly, who is she? "I am the Shizuru who was killed several times over who also killed you, Natsuki." Her gaze pulls back, locking with the viridian colour she finds herself loving more each day. "I am the Shizuru who will do anything for you."

Natsuki holds her breath tensely, gaze veering. An intense feeling wells inside of her, twisting within her chest.

"But…" Viola gingerly stands and smoothes down her ruffled shirt. "Anyway, let us go." She offers her hand down to Natsuki who cautiously accepts it. Pulling up her former Ánhere to her feet, she says: "It is late, we should sleep ready for the journey ahead."

It is indeed late and there is a chill within the air. Puffing a breath of condensation, Natsuki picks up the sodden blankets.

This is bad. Really bad. Natsuki refuses to meet Viola's eye else she may blush—who is she kidding, she already is. They have been inseparable due to their Wælcyrge connection, but—what? Their physical proximity is enough to send her mad.

Every waking day, hour and second, the older woman is within her thoughts. If not, she's pushed to the dark recesses of her mind, appearing at most inopportune moments. Frankly, it is infuriating, literally rage-inducing, in fact.

'What am I… attracted to… precisely?' Once again, Natsuki's morality is sending her in circles, causing her to sigh again.

"Is something wrong?"

"You drive me insane!" Natsuki speeds up her pace, kicking snow beneath her boots as she marches towards their tent. "Half the time I don't even know why!" Shoving the cover aside, Natsuki waltzes inside and dumps the blanks beside their armour and equipment. Yet in spite of everything, she thumbles, much to Viola's amusement who has followed her inside.

She is getting unnecessarily embarrassed within the Arcewælcyrge's presence again… "...What do you think about me?"

"I think that you are far too kind for your own good." Viola imparts, easily removing her scabbard. "Our morals are entirely different. Maybe if they were not, perhaps you would not feel precarious." Kneeling down, she turns her attention to her laces, crimsons moving upwards to lock with viridian. "...You are adorable but also a brat at times."

Ouch, Natsuki cringes.

"But, you are my lovable brat."

Oh. Natsuki swallows nervously, feeling her chest tighten with odd excitement again. A deep silence triggers between them. Yesterday barrels its way into her mind's eye, making her blush. Groaning aloud, Natsuki turns her back on the startled Arcewælcyrge.

"Natsuki?"

"Don't say anything!" Feeling the burn of crimsons upon her back, Natsuki grumbles under her breath. It's always like this these days. How can she desire a mass-murder—Natsuki stops herself. But she is also a murderer, and one who does not regret killing.

The Altain flashed before her, blood gurgling within his throat as he lay sprawled. Next is the Windbloom Knight, his voice box severed, revealing gorey ligaments. The two warp together, transforming into a confusing distortion.

What is incoming now seizes Natsuki unawares, for she finds herself within the Arcewælcyrge's arms. "W-wha—Viola? Let me go—"

"—I shall not." An adamant whisper hisses within her ear, making her shiver. "Can I remove your boots?" She can hardly sleep with them on.

Natsuki stares down, heaving. Viola's arms are weaved around her shoulders and middle, keeping her close. This is wrong—it isn't right. But why isn't it? All over again, the internal feud starts. She should hate this woman; this Wælcyrge who raised her from untimely death. 'You, as my former Ánhere, will follow in my footsteps. Whether you wish it or not, I, and my forebears are within your shadow.'

It's true, Natsuki closes her eyes, leaning back into Arcewælcyrge's solid frame. No matter how many times she denies it, she is becoming her.

"Are you alright?" — 'Why is she not fighting against me? Is she feeling less conflicted?' Viola pulls away slightly, observing Natsuki carefully.

"I wish you wouldn't confuse me so much." Natsuki mutters in a small voice, surprising the elder. "I want to—" She stops herself suddenly, shaking her head. Twisting partially within the woman's arms, she tilts her head faintly to regard Viola fully.

That attraction and yearning is spiralling out of control again. Gods', it's too late, isn't it? Just like when they almost had sex, she—Natsuki's eyes half-lidded, not catching the genuine surprise across Viola's face.

Oh… what a—Breathless, Viola's hands wanders up to Natsuki's shoulders. Adjusting her, she has Natsuki's front face hers accordingly. "...Are you sure?" She whispers, stooping faintly so their lips are inches apart. Her former Ánhere says nothing, a most curious look of confused haze upon her face.

Rather than initiating anything, Viola simply observed Natsuki, her fingertips worrying into her shoulders. In such a defenceless state, Natsuki truly looks beautiful. "Natsuki…" She croons, cupping the Wælcyrge's cheeks into her hands. "Look at me."

Huh? Natsuki does so, hands raising to latch hold of the Arcewælcyrge's wrists. Gaze flicking between crimsons and lips, she frowns. Why is she refusing to kiss her?

"We must sleep. If we allow our carnal desires to take hold, I fear I will be unable to stop." She forces a smile at the bitter truth, brushing her thumb across Natsuki's lips to part them. Holy hells, though. Viola holds a breath, feeling as though she is mentally slipping. Let's be honest, she slipped long ago… Ah… Curse her.

Easing forth, an exhilarating electricity hits her lips upon pressing them to Natsuki's. But the moan that leaps from Natsuki's throat? Tightly wrapping her arms around Natsuki, she clenches the back of her shirt, wrenching her close. A gasp follows suit, plunging fire into Viola's gut

"I—" Natsuki's hands jump for her Arcewælcyrge's harness, the leather riding up to disturb white cotton. Their shirts are ruined—the bloodstains have blotted the fabric forever. No amount of washes will fix that. Just like their bloodshed and desire. "You're telling us to stop, yet—" She breathlessly accuses. "—How can I when I feel like this?"

It sincerely does feel like it is impossible, doesn't it? They pant gaspingly, brows pressing together in semblance of support. No… Natsuki pushes away from Viola carefully. They can not. Unbearable disappointment engulfs the tent at that moment as Natsuki lumbers towards the bedrolls.

Yet still she feels hungry eyes upon her.


XIV • CM Hidesdæg of Ærraliða
(The 14th Day Before-Mild, Worker's Day, 900)
Three Days Later

True to her word Rosalie has escorted them back to Arles.

The Cavaliers Royaux and Arles Guard stand side by side in formation, mounted before the gatehouse. Some way off down the hillside is where Rosalie and Viola are conversing privately outside earshot.

"This—" The helmed Monarch declares, reaching for her horse's satchel and handing over a stone. "—is a co—"

"—a communication rune?" Viola stares at it apprehensively, unable to fully identify her motive. "How do you have one of these? Only the Witch covens within the south have them."

"You're knowledgeable in the coven arts?" A surprise indeed.

"...I have my sources." Viola says carefully, Rosalie examining her for a time while still presenting the rune to her.

"Nonetheless, I wish for you to take this. See fit what you do with it."

Spellcasting is rare, so it is feared among the lower classes. Superstition is rife, so much in fact that only recently have the burnings been abolished. Illegal executions are the standard, but this is to be expected in trying times.

Or rather, nobody challenges the close-minded.

"I will consider it." Viola takes the offered rune from Rosalie.

"Once I have returned to Florence—" The Monarch motions her horse to turn, as well as signalling her Knights to move. "—I will notify you using that rune, I will expect the same from yourself upon reaching Windbloom." With this, the Cavaliers Royaux starts their march. «Hâtez-vous vers Florence!»

Removing her focus upon the outbound Florentines, Viola's gaze sweeps to the rune within her glove. It is an inconspicuous argent with no inscription sighted. But there is Ardour within which Viola only vaguely senses. The creator of this item is powerful indeed to make such might subtle. Transmission magics are extraordinary for their time and desperately sought after.

The wind picks up, prying a shiver from the Arcewælcyrge. She should meet with Natsuki. "You are dismissed!" She notifies the Arles Guard, and presses her horse's sides, easing him towards the soldiers. "These are trying times. I may still require your assistance. Rest, commune and apprise your fellow soldiers. I will detail our next cause of action when I am able."

Later, with the stallion stabled safely, Viola strolls down the many cobblestone roads towards the villa.

Even though just under a week has transcended, Arles feels like a distant memory. She still can not fathom everything that has occurred. Strangely, a remote inkling of something worries the back of her mind. Alas, Viola can not determine what it is.

It almost feels like she has forgotten something else? But what? What is she neglecting to remember?

Before she knows it, she is already standing in front of the villa's door. Blinking a few times, she hesitantly raises her hand to this portal.

Within her grasp is the communication rune still. Ah. "Natsuki?" She calls, removing her armet and holding it within her free arm.

The door soon swings open, Natsuki peering at her oddly. They exchange a momentary stare, before Natsuki spins on her heel. "What's up with you? Usually you just barge in."

That is indeed correct. Shutting the door after herself, the Arcewælcyrge stands motionless as she observes Natsuki. Since arriving back at Arles, she has been restless.

Mayhaps it's due to their extended privacy…? The Gods only know. "I must begin notifying Yukino of the latest events. A bath too… how I cannot wait for one." She sighs, placing her helm upon the central table.

Untying her padded hood next, she heaves a breath of relief as her hair is released. Oh, how she despises that sweaty thing. She allows it to flop atop her armet, unpocketting a small key afterwards.

There is a set of cabinet drawers in the corner which she heads for. Kneeling down, she inserts the key and starts rummaging inside its contents.

"...What are you looking for?" Natsuki walks over, looking over the Arcewælcyrge's shoulder.

"Yukino's communication rune. There is a hidden compartment in the wall that the Captain told me about." Sure enough, she prises out a small block of the cabinet's rear. A bronze hatch is her next obstacle, and another key is revealed.

"Why do you keep it here?" Even if it is remarkably well hidden, Natsuki finds it odd that Viola hasn't brought it.

"There is little need to keep it. This communication rune has a warding seal." The expression Natsuki throws at her makes her smile. "It is a simple spell that hides this rune from a magically inept person's awareness. Think of it as social invisibility."

Ah… Natsuki nods slowly, starting to understand. But wait, her brow furrows: "Surely that wouldn't stop them if they found the lock?" What's the point anyway? Shouldn't Viola have just bought the thing with them? Or, is Viola afraid of losing it?

"You would be correct if it was a simple invisibility spell. The seal also hides a small radius around itself. This means that this lock—" She points to the bronze container as Natsuki stoops beside her. "—will not exist for that person. They will only see an empty space within the wall."

"Hm." Natsuki grunts, not really understanding. Well, whatever. "I'm going for a bath."

"Already?" Viola herself is wanting one too… She thinks against teasing the younger woman, stretching to her full height. "Do you remember how to use the external furnace?" A nod makes her smile. "Alright."

Soon left to her own devices, Viola places the communication rune upon the central table.

In hindsight, this shard looks remarkably similar to Rosalie's. Is the Florentine Queen in direct contact with the Chrysanthemums…? Though, the imbued powers are different, so it's doubtful Yukino is involved. Unless…? Viola is overthinking.

Removing her gloves, Viola hovers her hands inches above the rune. An elusive luminescence is produced, radiating upwards until it bounced along her fingers. The light dances around before an abrupt crackle resounds, making her pause.

Is something wrong, communication runes do not make this noise?

Repeating the action, this oddity is reproduced, confusing her greatly.

Yukino never told her about this before. It is incredibly rare she would fail to tell her something so vital. 'How strange…' Viola can only guess she will simply have to try later.

But later after several attempts, she again does not succeed in contacting Yukino. Something is seriously wrong.

Now sitting heavily in a chair before the rune, Viola restsher brow against her hand.

So many scenarios are pouring through her mind due to this. All are unnecessarily overcomplicated when it might be the simplicity that Yukino isn't home. Or… No. No. She shakes her head, sighing. Tomoe has been in contact with the communication rune before. Her psychic powers will not sever the link. Unless…? Again, she is overthinking.

Natsuki meanwhile, has just exited the bathing chamber.

She spots the Arcewælcyrge slumped, and is surprised, having expected her to immediately detect her. The older woman looks engulfed with ponderment. What is she thinking about? "Viola?" Upon her visibly jumping within her chair, Natsuki's lips twitched, only just restraining a snort. "...I finished in the bath, I already drained the water for you."

"...Ah, thank you." The still armoured Arcewælcyrge pulls out of her chair and heads for her. "Do you suppose there is enough water within the cistern?"

There are subterranean water chambers within Arles for every district. Presently, there are three zones, these being the Residential, Martial and Aristocratic districts. Similar to social hierarchy, all three are connected easily through the use of Arles' hilly topography. The Aristocratic cistern—the one they are using—feeds the Martial district's if it overflows, et cetera.

"There's enough, I think." Natsuki runs her fingers through her damp hair, gently tugging knots from the strands. "The furnace outside is probably still hot."

Soon, Viola discovers that Natsuki is true to her word.

Easing into the hot water, a happy sigh escapes from the Arcewælcyrge. Leaning back into the wall, she angles her head back to analyse the ceiling.

It is not grand compared to the royal bath chamber in Guadeloupe Palace. Of course not, but it is still rather pretty. Mosaic tiles spiral skywards within an azure and gold pattern.

Oh, She still finds this to be a peculiarity. Although she hasn't noticed this before, the room looks rather Chaldean, doesn't it? How strange is this to find inspiration for its empire so far north?

After all, the Chaldeans live within the southern hemisphere. It takes months of travel to reach them.

Closing her eyes, Viola feels as though she could fall asleep at any moment. However…

"I'm surprised you didn't drag me in." Natsuki's deadpan tone comes from the other room, making her eyes bolt open. What?! Twisting around, she stares in awe as Natsuki stands by the doorway, refusing to look her way.

"Oh, now I have your attention." Natsuki shakes her head. "I was asking when we're heading for the meeting?" This woman sure seems calm, all things considered. "A potentially huge army is heading for Windbloom, you know?" She reminds her.

"Yes. We will head down once I have finished here." They can not rush headlong into battle with Altay. Their numbers are vast so planning is essential, otherwise it's their Kingdom and their deaths.

It's a shame they will be returning to Windbloom soon. She is starting to appreciate their privacy here. Arles is detached from most of society, really. That, and recently her relationship with Natsuki has warmed.

Looking at the former Ánhere, her heart flutters. Oh, it absolutely has.

Later, the two are once again fully geared and ready to go.

Locking the door after Natsuki exits, Viola gives the villa a final cursory glance. It is likely they will not return here. Or, at least not for a long period of time. "Come along, Nats—"

A transparent raven sweeps in that can only be perceived by the magically-attuned. "This message took five days to arrive." The raven rasps at Viola upon landing on her shoulder.

"I—" What? Viola apprehensively accepts the scroll latched within its talons. Thenceforward, the corvus explodes into an ethereal torrent of sparkles, much to Natsuki's horror. The Arcewælcyrge only blankly stares at where the raven had perched moment's prior. Now she understands who has sent this, her eyes clear in realisation.

"W-wait, no—" Natsuki tries to stop her from unrolling the message, but Viola chuckles in response.

"—It is fine, Natsuki. This is from Yukino." Is she aware there's a problem with the communication rune? Opening the scroll, there are glowing runes in the Old Tongue. Before their very eyes, these symbols transformed into comprehensible writing. There's no doubt about this, Viola muses as Natsuki stares with awe; this is penned by Yukino's hand.

"S, heed my words well, for a Darkness has befallen Windbloom. Dryhten Dofung is his name; the Lord of Frenzy. I fear he seeks Windbloom's leylines; Guadeloupe Palace, Wind Cathedral and the Garderobe Ruins. I implore that you do not fight him! He is far beyond your imagination. Wælcyrge, you are in mortal danger, I advise that you leave the country when able—Chrysanthemum."

T-this… Viola's hands quiver as she stares at the message.

"...Chrysanthemum?" Natsuki echoes.

"It… It is her coven's name." Viola says, her tone trembling.

This is serious. If people such as Yukino have sensed him, then…?

'How does one go forward with impossible deeds such as these?'

"...The Kingdom is to fall." She breathes, releasing a gasp when the scroll ignites into azure flames. The revelation is so sudden that Viola can't quite believe it. Altay's military is immense. There is no feasible way the army which Reito commands is that small.

Yukino advises her not to return to Guadeloupe Palace, yet she must, for if she doesn't? "Natsuki, please follow me back inside for a moment." Wiping bits of ash from her breastplate, she reaches for the keyring attached to her belt. "What I am about to tell you is deadly."

She is totally ignoring the Witch's warning, isn't she? Natsuki follows closely behind her, the dimly lit room feeling far tenser than it should. Viola's hand is still upon the door handle as she twists to regard Natsuki. They stand not a foot away, seemingly enshrouded within the all-consuming atmosphere.

"Though Windbloom has thousands of miles of land, we have a relatively small population." Viola starts, her grip upon the handle tightening as she leans closer to murmur silently. "Altay is sixfold our size geographically and demographically. Though their training is sparse, their sheer magnitude will overwhelm us within nights. This is why we must take the Arles Guard with us and evacuate the officials."

"But…" Natsuki glances at the arm beside her then locks eyes with Viola. "How do you know this will work? That army might already be at Guadeloupe Palace slaughtering everyone. Even if we rush there, we're still days behind them."

"You underestimate the power of battlement defence and siege camps." Viola smiles minutely. Neither of them are stupid. Indeed, what Viola is insinuating is suicidal. "There is an underground network of secret tunnels we can take. Every official has access routes to this network. It will be better to rescue those we can, yes?"

She is right. Natsuki restrained a mutter, gaze swerving away as she crosses her arms. "Then what? Where will we even go when Guadeloupe Palace and Wind City are taken? You can't tell me that here is liable."

Viola thinks over her former Ánhere's words carefully, finding her rather curious. Dipping nearer yet, she says: "The Kingdom will have collapsed. Nowhere would be suitable, nor do we have allies."

"Wait…" Natsuki angles her face from Viola. "You are still considering it, aren't you? Joining Florence?" She narrows her eyes at the Arcewælcyrge, suspicions rising to boiling point.

"If I am?"

Natsuki pushes her, making the Arcewælcyrge take a step backwards. "If your loyalty is that fragile, then what are we?!" She interrogates, finally finding the words of a fear that have remained obscured until now. "What you're proposing we do is risk our lives for the greater cause! The greater cause of what? To then throw it all away and betray them anyway?" Her face is taken into the Arcewælcyrge's hands, confusing her greatly. "W-wait, stop—"

"—I shan't." Wrapping Natsuki into an embrace, she allows her to stiffen against her until finally, relaxing. "Will you allow me to tell you something, Natsuki?" She presses her cheek to hers, peering at the door before her. Feeling her hesitantly nod, she hums a smile, closing her eyes. "Joining Florence may be our only salvation. Though they are indeed our nemesis, they are also our greatest asset. Did you know that long ago, we joined as one Kingdom?"

The Wælcyrge mumbles a no.

"From across the Argus Sea to the south, Chaldea invaded us. We were taken completely unawares as they ransacked our towns and villages. It is Florence who came to our rescue. They gave us vital intel which they had collected from trading with the Chaldeans. In spite of being our enemy—"

She eases Natsuki from the hug, hands latching her upper arms gently. "—they agreed to unite our monarchies as one and together we defeated the Chaldean invaders. This is why I view them as such and why I respect Queen Rosalie XIX."

Monarchies can do that? Merge together?

"Time upon time we mutually save one another. Then, once everything is peaceful, we descend back into madness."

"But… why?"

"An easy scapegoat? Patriotic loyalty? Hardship? Jealousy? There are many reasons, most of which do not make sense. Humanity cannot survive in peace for war is what drives us forward. Cultures stagnate when they become pacifistic. Galleria is one such country which has been annexed by both ourselves and Florence for centuries. They lived in fear for generations, relying on the aid of others."

"...What are you getting at?" Natsuki isn't really sure now.

"Think of it. We lost Galleria during the Five Year War. In the grand scheme of things, we do not care. Why is this?" Natsuki shakes her head, clueless. "Galleria is a land of rural farmers and hunters. They do not have large communities due to there being no natural resources. They are loyal to only their families, and as such, do not have the patriotic influence to defend themselves. If we behave pacifistically like Galleria, we will lose our Kingdom. Henceforth, all will be lost because Altay will become unstoppable."

"I—" Natsuki rubs her brow with stress. "You win. I still don't really understand what's happening, but I'll trust you."

Viola smiles softly. "Thank you."


"Which is why we are stuck between a rock and a hard place." Viola tells the entirety of the Arles Guard within the training grounds. Pacing back and forth before the five-hundred strong militia, Viola raises her voice: "In ten hours we shall march to Guadeloupe Palace. With any luck we will arrive within two days. For now, prepare with Captain Bianchi." Turning on her heel within the sand, Viola strides towards her next rendezvous: the barracks.

Heading through the open door, she gracefully sits herself down at the table beside Natsuki.

"Arcewælcyrge." Their Florentine ambassador, Fiar nods, sits opposite from her. "I was told by Her Majesty to give you these documents in case of an emergency." The armoured but helmless Knight says, reaching for a sack beside her chair. Acquiring a scroll, she coolly offers it across the table. "They're instructions and permissions."

"...Thank you." Viola takes it, ripping the blue seal to read it carefully. What greets her is gracious handwriting detailing what to do with Fiar during needful times.

How curious… Rosalie is permitting her to use the Grand Chevalier in combat. Oh, how fascinating; crimson eyes rise over parchment to lock with Fiar's. "You are the General who won the Five Year War." She states. "Why would she offer yourself to me? I can easily make you a prisoner of war if I so wanted."

"She knows that you are no fool." Fiar motions her chin higher, expressionless. "I am your ambassador and you're potentially under siege by Altay. It will be your death sentence to attack Florence now."

"You are absolutely correct." It is indeed interesting though. Why exactly does Rosalie trust her as much? She herself as well; Viola returns this faith. Hm, perhaps they are similar-minded? Who knows. "Kazuya." She turns her focus upon the Arles Guard beside Fiar. "The reason I invited you is because I want to know who the strongest guards are."

"Ah, well…" The soldier fiddles with his armet within his lap. "You already know Captain Bianchi is our official leader." Viola nods. "Most of us are from the old militia that's swapped commanders so many times I lost count."

This is probably due to Florence and Windbloom constantly fighting for Arles.

"Yuuichi and Takeda are the strongest by a long shot—Carla's pretty amazing too."

"Tell me about these three; what are their greatest achievements?"

That's easy! Kazuya beams for his unaware battlemates. "Takeda's our best swordsman, no one has ever beaten him in a duel. He's usually the boss if the Captain's not present. Yuuichi, he's the kindest, I think. He's the most level-headed out of all of us and has a good sword arm. More than several times he's gotten us out of a sticky situation."

"...Carla though." Kazuya shudders, this reaction piquing the Arcewælcyrge's interest. "She's a master Chaldean assassin, I swear. The moves on that girl are insane. I wouldn't be surprised if she can scale a castle wall without a ladder."

'Very interesting.' Viola leans her elbow on the table, her fingers brushing her lips. Those three certainly sound impressive. "And yourself, Kazuya?" She receives a confused look. "What qualities do you have?"

What is Viola up to? Natsuki eyes the older woman inquisitively. Is she searching for Hauscarlas? Suddenly, the Arcewælcyrge rises from her seat, causing Natsuki, Fiar and Kazuya to watch her leave. All three can only glance at each other in confusion.

Some minutes later, Viola returns, this time with three guards in tow.

"Arcewælcyrge? What is this about?" The tallest of the three asks, lifting his armet's visor. A pair of virid eyes sweeps to Natsuki, remaining stuck there for a moment. "...We should be helping—the others."

Viola caught that titbit reaction to her former Ánhere, gaze narrowing faintly. She isn't sure whether she likes that. For now, she chose to brush it aside, motioning the three to sit. "I have a proposal for you in the upcoming march. There are around five hundred of you, yes?" Nods of unison. "I need experienced soldiers to guide them along—especially during battle."

"And you think we're the most qualified for this?" The blond speaks this time, removing his helmet. A bed of scruffy hair and brunette sideburns greets the four sitting people. "I'd make an awful lead—"

"—Are you insane?!" Kazuya interrupts, scraping his chair backwards in order to stand. Realising his mistake, looks between a rather amused Arcewælcyrge and slothful blinking Yuuichi. "Sorry." He mutters, sitting back down and laughing with embarrassment.

"I have four jobs for you." Viola says, moving the subject forward. "Yuuichi, I will have you organise the collection of shields and battleaxes. The Altains are mostly an infantry military who use shield tactics. We will destroy that by using their own technique against them."

"You mean to dismantle their walls with axes?" Yuuichi asks, face brightening with excitement. This woman has some surprising ideas. Upon the Arcewælcyrge nodding, he salutes. "Should I start now?"

"Indeed, but ah, wait a moment." Yuuichi has already turned to leave, but halts, looking at her expectantly. "Takeda, you are to collect ranged weapons. Anything will do: Bows, crossbows, javelins, throwing axes… Both of you, work together to confirm this equipment matches. We are to use the Windbloom Shieldwall, I think."

The Windbloom Shieldwall is one of their country's advanced military strategies. The most competent of male soldiers are the shieldbearers who will form a giant shieldwall. Upon the initial charge, the rest of the army will follow closely behind. These soldiers will use a large range of weaponry—most of which Viola has detailed.

"Carla, how knowledgeable are you regarding horses?"

"I know a fair amount, Arcewælcyrge." The woman in question straightens.

"Have the stablehands pick out the best one-hundred horses—all the largest stallions."

Natsuki meanwhile, can only speechlessly watch as the scene beholds her. She has always assumed that Viola knew a lot about the military, but this? Had Anh taught her these tactics during their expeditions together?

"Should I ask the blacksmiths to check their horseshoes as well?"

"Absolutely, yes." Viola dismisses the three guards away before turning her attention to Kazuya. "Find the housekeeper. The entirety of the surfs are to prepare the military rations." He scrambles from his chair, almost dropping his armet in the process. With this, he salutes, rushing out.

"...Impressive." Fiar remarks, the telling signs of that awe crossing her face for a split second. "I have heard you are competent, Arcewælcyrge, but I didn't realise you are a military commander."

"Very rarely." Viola smiles. At least not when it comes to armies.

"How may I ask will you contend with the battlements? Altay will likely have already seized the Palace by the time we arrive."

"Through the use of old escape routes." Viola confirms after a musing pause. "I have a contact who lives just over a day away from the Palace. She knows those tunnels better than anyone."

Tomoe knows of routes which aren't even mapped.

A swirl of ideas swarms Viola's head as she leans forward. "...If we can somehow contact one of the spies from within, we will gain more access. The servants as well—they have been trained to address such issues."

"Trained? How so?"

"To revolt without consequence." Viola falls silent, pondering again, before saying: "Of course, this all depends on whether it goes our way, which is improbable."

It will take far too long taking siege equipment with them. A battering ram is easy enough to make though. They will need tools, medicine, poisons—all manner of things. But they don't have the time. In the past, castles have been captured right beneath the owner's nose. By sending a small squad of soldiers into the tunnels, they can potentially carry this out. It is difficult however. Once they arrive, the enemy will know.

"An immense distraction is needed." Viola stares at the table now, eyes distant. "If we have three-fourths of the army push the battlements, the rest can enter unnoticed."

"Does Guadeloupe Palace have any siege engines?"

"Yes. There are ballista and catapults on the towers. Alongside them there are many murder holes. Attacking the towers and gatehouses will be suicidal."

The two women go back and forth for a while. Natsuki can only remain silent, observing them with great interest. Within this room, she is in the presence of two political giants: The first is the Grand Chevalier who had conquered Galleria and won the Five Year War.

Meanwhile the second is the Arcewælcyrge, notorious for completing tasks at hand, no matter the morality. Even with them present for this potential battle, will it be enough though? Altay supposedly has thousands of soldiers. How many do they have? Six-hundred if push comes to shove?

"What do you think about this, Natsuki?"

Viola's question breaks her train of thought. Staring at the woman blankly for a moment, Natsuki is at a loss for words. "W-what can I possibly help with? I know nothing about this kind of thing."

"You will be surprised." It is Fiar who says this, studying the former Ánhere with vague intrigue. "A master understands the potential of all danger. What they sometimes fail at is the obvious."

"What is something you think will be considered conspicuous?" Viola adds.

"Huh…" Natsuki's face scrunches in thought, glancing between both women. "...Guadeloupe is surrounded by a forest, stupidly. Can't we just hide in there and wait for the right time?"

"Hm." Viola smiles, clearly thrilled.

"But… they can probably burn us out if they spot us. So we can't stay there too long."

Much later into the day, Natsuki finds herself beside their stallion. But rather than being located at the stables, she is instead in the training grounds.

Everything is so hectic that Viola hardly has the time to even speak to her. So, here she stands before the horse, raising a hand to his nose. She allows him to sniff her for a moment, musing how long Viola will be.

They will be departing for Guadeloupe soon. There is another issue at hand as well.

Before Viola had been called to more meetings, she confirmed she shall be riding another horse. Natsuki can ride now, but it is nothing amazing.

"What am I naming you?" She sighs, gently palming his neck. He shivers where she touches, causing her to release an amused noise. Well, at least he doesn't seem to dislike her.

"...Wælcyrge?"

An unsure voice sounds behind her, making her pause in her fussing. Looking behind herself, she sees Kazuya.

"Natsuki, right?"

"Yeah." She glances at his body for a moment before turning around and stepping back. Standing beside the stallion's head, she takes hold of his bridle. In response, he shuffles his nose into her hair, causing her to laugh softly.

"I can't find Arcewælcyrge Viola, have you seen her?" He grins at the stallion, watching Natsuki play with one his ears. "What's his name?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen her." She shrugs. "He hasn't got one yet."

"He hasn't?!" He stares at her amazed. "But look at him, he's beautiful and seems to love you."

"I've tried naming him but nothing's clicked."

"A lot of Knights don't name their horses until their first battle together. But, I've gotta run; see you later!" With that, Kazuya waves her off, making a fast haste towards the barracks.

But this horse isn't technically hers. Does she even have the right to name him? Natsuki peers into a gorgeous bronze eye. How odd, she has never noticed how human-like his eyes are.

Soon he shall be named.

Natsuki gives him one final fuss then positions her hands against his saddle. Lifting her boot into a spur, she heaves herself up. Within the distance she sees a trail of soldiers following Captain Bianchi. At her side is Viola. Their eyes lock immediately, making Natsuki peer away and back to the stallion. It looks like things are picking up, they should head to the villa and gear up.

"Natsuki." The Arcewælcyrge's voice carries through the noise as she heads over from Laura. Setting herself beside the horse, she asks: "I did not expect you here. Did you bring him all the way here?" Receiving a nod, she hums curiously. "You look perfect when mounted." Something within crimson shines.

Gnawing her inner cheek, Natsuki is unsure how to proceed with her reply. Had that been an innuendo? "I'll take that as a compliment, Arcewælcyrge." For some reason a belgard reaction is aimed her way. Leaning backwards in the saddle slightly, Natsuki itched her chin. "I'm going to get armoured up ready. When are you coming?"

"I have just finished with the Captain." Viola nods to said woman, Laura saluting to then herd the Arles Guard. She quickly signals the soldiers surrounding them, ushering them to form a line. "Allow me to join y—" Kazuya come bounding over.

"—Ah, Arcewælcyrge! The weapons and horses are ready. We can leave any time."

"Fantastic. You're dismissed." Once the guard leaves, Natsuki offers her hand down to the fellow Wælcyrge, but is denied. She gazes at her questionably. She had assumed that—

"I will walk beside you. I would like to see how much you have improved on horseback."

The short journey through Arles is quiet.

Only the calm clop of hooves on cobblestone, distant voices and birdsong greets them. It is truly serene, really. Natsuki gazes skywards, observing as the clouds warp together. They will be travelling back to Guadeloupe—a place she once disliked but is now disinterested in.

Why is that?

"I guess you'll forbid me to join the battle?"

"You are correct." They start ascending a slope while passing a group of soldiers. "If you are there, I may be unable to concentrate. Many may die in this battle, Natsuki."

Nor is she doubting her, but still. "It was worth a try." Natsuki shrugs, getting thrown a blank look. Upon their eyes catching, a flash of Viola cupping her cheeks makes her veer her gaze. "I am not afraid anymore."

"That does not mean you should be reckless." 'Says I.' The Arcewælcyrge immediately sighs at her own words, the villa coming into sight now. Natsuki is a mere fledgling Wælcyrge. One who hadn't been ready to transition in the first place. Though… she looks at Natsuki from the corner of her eye.

She is certainly developing quickly. It reminds her of herself when Anh died.

'Oh Anh, the things I could tell you.'

"That's rich coming from you." Natsuki retorts, gently pulling the stallion's reins to halt him. They look at each other.

"Yes, I suppose so."

As Viola continues to watch Natsuki, something psychological sinks within her stomach. She can sense a fascinating Ardour radiating from the former Ánhere. But, how is that possible, for her Anchor does not shine? In fact, neither does her own between her breasts. Raising her hand, Viola trailed her fingertips across the fragment over her shirt. 'What is this?'

Far beneath the land a black sphere awoke to the call of prophecy. It twas something far sinister than anything they have ever comprehended. The Schwartz Stone of Tell Aswad has roused from its millennia slumber.

Min sorg bið geniwad…
Ofer waþema gebind ong hrimcealde sæ,
hreosan hrim ond snaw hagle gemenged.
Hwæt! Hu Ic geswincdagum.
Eala Wælcyrge!

My sorrow is renewed…
Over the binding waves and along the ice-cold sea
of frost and snowfall that is mixed with hail.
Behold! How I often endured.
Alas, for the Wælcyrge!


A/N: When I uploaded the previous chapter, I realised that I've officially ironed out Lēoht Gaest's timeline. Due to finally not fearing I'll contradict anything, I've flown through this chapter. Though… Sigh. I wish this fandom isn't dead. I suppose it's typical that I finally got my writing to this level when 99% of the readers are long gone. Guess we can blame Sunrise for that. Or whatever they call themselves these days.

Anyway… I am curious: Are you able to predict Cyne Wælcyrge? I am planning big events for the next nine chapters. What I am distinctly asking for is what you think the characters will become? What role can you imagine Natsuki taking, for instance? What precisely is Viola's importance in this? How do you think x and y slot together? Or maybe there's something you're suspicious about. I'd like to hear about these topics.

Historical Context

Mediaeval Underwear — Bras and knickers are an actual thing during the Middle Ages. Look up Lengberg Castle's mediaeval bras. They are dated to be around six hundred years old. The Romans and Greeks also had them, though these were archaic forms, mainly just bands.

Boyar — Sometimes Bolyar, and originally Boila, is a noble Slavic title. It's just one down from a Prince.

Tsar/Tsarina — Emperor/Empress of a Slavic region.

Regent — These are members of royal families (sometimes councils as well) who rule in place of the Sovereign if they're a minor. For example, Anne of Austria (wife of King Louis XIII) was the Regent of France for King Louis XIV as he was only five years old upon his ascension.

Hauscarlas — Anglo-Saxon housecarls. These are basically bodyguards who protected nobles and sovereigns. These are not to be confused with thanes who owned land.