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CHAPTER XXV
Goldhryre
(Golden Descent)
XXI • CMI Moldedæg of Ærra Geola. Feorm of Gemænscipe
(The 21st Day Preceding Yuletide, Earl Day, 901)
The Feast of Community
A thriving activity is encompassing the hall as she enters with three tankards of mead within her grip. Natsuki desperately focuses on the task at hand. Or rather, attempts to.
For several minutes she goes back and forth presenting mead to their Guadeloupe officials.
Natsuki's mind is asunder with chaos.
How does one accidentally propose like that? How was she supposed to know that's a thing?! A marriage declaration can be initiated using feathers? What even is that! Oh, how in the Gods' names is she going to live this one down? The embarrassment is overwhelming…
Worse yet, Viola herself had tried calming her down, but it had clearly been futile. Her Arcewælcyrge's hands seizing her shoulders in semblance of composing her failed miserably. Sent a'jitter, Natsuki had taken the mead once commanded and left, else she'd—what?
She'd do what?!
…Alas, for she can't even look Viola in the eye anymore. Every time they catch eyes—be it purposeful or accidental—Natsuki would explode scarlet. How is she supposed to respond to this? Is it even possible at this point?
Appallingly, it seems others are beginning to notice her signs of distress.
"Are you alright?" Chie discreetly asks as Natsuki sloppily lies a tankard down before her.
Natsuki had looked in Viola's general direction who of course had been looking her way. She had been issued the oddest smile by the Arcewælcyrge. Natsuki hates that she can't read her mood. What's Viola thinking?
"Y-yes." Natsuki stresses, almost forgetting to respond to the Knight-Commander.
This does not satisfy Chie whatsoever. Nevertheless, she allows her to leave, attentively watching her go.
Something has happened. She looks between the two Wælcyrgan, musing thoughtfully. For a while it's been obvious that something is building between them. Now though? A war horn may as well be blaring for how conspicuous this all is.
Oh, how fun is this?
Leaning into her unwounded palm, Chie grins into it. 'This will be interesting!'
Viola meanwhile, feels much the same as Natsuki.
As unplanned as it had been, she feels—what? Apprehensive? Frustrated? …Giddy? 'Oh, Natsuki.' She shakes her head disheartened, setting down a tankard before Rila. "This is the last of the mead. Should I wait in the other room for Natsuki?"
"Sure, go ahead."
They eye one another.
The Royal Commander is smirking at her. Viola's eyes narrow faintly as she regards her, trying to make sense of that response. "Is something wrong?"
"Oh no, quite the opposite, actually." Rila smiles at her, eyes momentarily flicking towards Natsuki who keeps gawking at them. "She's been watching you this entire time, you know?"
"I am very aware." The burning stares have been quite evident indeed.
"You should talk to her, she looks ready to explode."
Just as much as herself, apparently. Viola sighs vulnerably, crossing her arms to let them fall limp immediately afterwards.
"Though you should hurry. I wouldn't put it past the Knight-Commander to start stealing your food."
Something within Rila's eyes hints at teasing. Viola can only spare her a helpless look—truly, what is this? Transferring her scarlet gaze, Viola watches Natsuki set down her final tankard.
Suddenly, the Arcewælcyrge leaves Rila's side. She is heading towards Natsuki, pressing her hand upon her shoulder on arrival. The younger Wælcyrge quite literally almost jumps out of her skin. 'Oh, those two are just hopeless!' She's going to enjoy seeing them progress.
Soon, the two Wælcyrgan return to the backroom.
The atmosphere is tense.
Removing her silver coronet, Natsuki examines it, lest she'll go frantic under Viola's scrutiny. Her back faces the Arcewælcyrge, her mind restlessly circling in on itself. What's she to do? Natsuki rids it from her mind, quickly noticing they're the only occupants of this room. Face scrunching up, she understands their heightening predicament: Alone, anything can happen.
"Natsuki—"
"—I can't deal with this." She confesses, interrupting Viola as her fingers dig into the coronet. Natsuki's hands visibly shake upon this action, staring into the lustre of priceless gemstones. "This… This constant confusion, this—tension." Suddenly, she feels Viola hover close, her hand landing against her shoulder.
Any semblance of reasoning flees Natsuki's mind.
"I am sorry. I have been experiencing it as well. It is…" What? 'What is it?' Viola frowns, unable to identify it exactly. "Perhaps we should not question it?" She eases closer, murmuring into Natsuki's ear.
Holding the coronet within a single hand, Natsuki's other hand flies to her ear. "A-ah—" A strained expression casts upon her face, her ear throbbing sensitively. "Stop it…" She mumbles, squeezing her eyes shut.
This is hopeless, isn't it? Viola takes the coronet from Natsuki and sweeps the Wælcyrge into a hug. "Are you afraid of this? I know that you are uncertain about me due to your past. Do you need space, Natsuki? Answer me honestly."
"I—" Natsuki does not know, like always it's a confusing torrent of chaos. She instead leans back into the Arcewælcyrge, loosely crossing her arms in semblance of mental protection. "I don't know… I was like this during my last life… I think the reason why I accepted you was because I was terrified of losing you."
Does she still?
Viola ponders about the various possibilities, squeezing the woman within her arms. Soon, her hand lowers to take Natsuki's coronet, resting it against Natsuki's stomach. "You were terrified?"
"A-ah…" Natsuki shivers at the hot breath hitting her ear again. "During our training, we had awful arguments. I didn't manage to find a contract—to work as a bodyguard. If I had one, it meant we would've been separated because you worked at Garderobe. Without one I wouldn't have been able to become a Meister Otome. But… the Founder, she…" Natsuki's voice goes quiet, unable to find the strength to continue.
"I understand, you do not need to say anything else if you are not comfortable."
Does she understand, though? Natsuki fears she does not at all.
"Let us return to the others."
"Yeah." Natsuki swallows hard. "Sure." She starts removing her cloak as Viola eases away, setting the coronet back upon its cushion. Shortly thereafter, the crown and coronet rest together on their adjacent cushions. As well as this, the cloaks are left behind for the servants.
Natsuki reaches for the door's handle, her thumb resting against the lock lever.
"Do not regret what you did earlier." Viola says suddenly, causing Natsuki to turn around. "The Feathered Ceremony is an old tale from the Wælcyrge Cranic. It has not been performed for centuries—maybe ever."
That's what it's called? But wait… Natsuki watches multitudes of emotions fly across Viola's face, but understanding what she feels is impossible. Whenever Natsuki feels she can sympathise with Viola, this happens. "Wh—"
"—Do not worry yourself."
"But why? About what?"
The Arcewælcyrge does not know.
Just—this. Why does this always happen? Natsuki clasps a hand to her jaw, her palm smoothing across her cut lip. It's always the same! The moment they seem to move forward, something else interferes—be it external or through their reactions. "Vio—" No. "Shizuru."
This flawlessly adjusts Viola's demeanour.
Natsuki's serious about this, isn't she? Viola responds to her carefully: "...What is it?" She asks, her tone unsure.
"Do you remember our conversation when I was making the arrows? I spoke about my past life just like now. I want more of that—I want to know you, Shizuru. I can't understand you if you keep running away. Tell me everything. Your past life, your life with Anh, before you saved me—everything."
Shocked into silence, all Viola can do is blink slowly. She meant that, truly? The gears whirl within the Arcewælcyrge's head, desperately seeking to make sense of it all. Up until this point things have been nonstop. Who knows how long this respite will last? She needs to make herself understood. "Nats—"
"—You're doing it again." Natsuki points out, cautiously stepping towards her. "Just tell me. Please." Natsuki seizes hold of her hands, discovering them to be clammy. She's as nervous as herself, she realises.
"I…" Viola starts, gaze shifting to nowhere in particular for a moment. "...Do not know how to." Very few believe that she's not a monster. Even those who try to hide it from her are too obvious. Everyone saw her as a monster because she is one. "Why continuously correct those who believe I am something before they know me? That in itself is a weakness to fight those people. This causes rumours to circulate, ruining your reputation. Let them believe it."
What is she talking about suddenly? "What?"
"Letting others believe what I am." Viola explains vaguely. "Everyone has placed me on a pedestal of both respect and fear. If I tell them who I truly am, it destroys their illusion of who they think I am. I will not tell them."
"Not even me?"
Viola mulls upon this, eyes darkening in reminiscence. "During my past life I… I was afraid. It terrified me of the potential of others discovering my genuine self. I saw—see it— as weakness. If they fear me, so be it. But you…" She looks at Natsuki. "You were always there, always determined to know me."
Thus, here they are once more. She's unsure whether she can do this right now. "You… were the same during my other existence, the one where you—" Viola falls silent, getting lost within her own head.
"The one where I died in the explosion." Natsuki concludes.
It's hopelessly apparent that Viola is still struggling with trauma. How much of this is from those past lives? "Truthfully…" Natsuki starts. "Be honest. How much do you remember?"
Her former Ánhere's hands squeeze hers; their chillness stealing Viola's warmth. The clamminess of her own hands however, does not subside. Her gaze drops to them, trying to—no, willing herself—to think. "...It is not that I started remembering more, per se… It… Something changed when I slew Kanzaki."
"You don't?" The 'Lord of Frenzy's' death is also something Natsuki wants to discuss. But that can wait for later. So many rumours are flying about what happened in that throne room. Natsuki's… she has heard the whispers of how monstrous Viola had been: That she had cut down everyone in her way, including helpless soldiers.
"Sometimes I remember pieces, other times I simply… forget." Viola reveals. "My mind likely erased the memories."
That makes sense, Natsuki silently agrees, nodding. She too has been forgetting titbits like this, though she isn't fully satisfied with this answer either. Nevertheless… they should return to the feast.
XXII • CMI Mynetdæg of Ærra Geola. Niht sê Ieldran
(The 22nd Day Preceding Yuletide, Coin Day, 901)
Night of the Ancestors
Tomorrow afternoon, Natsuki goes to Rila's temporary office.
Books are messily stacked within a corner with a multitude of parchment rolls. It would seem that the Royal Commander is a bookworm of sorts. Propped against the desk meanwhile, is the ranger's bow and quiver. Everything else within this room is simplistic—even the walls which are only plastered.
"It's her birthday soon." Natsuki says. "I want to make her something." But what can she make her? That's just it. Natsuki has no idea!
"So you came to me as I am familiar with her." Rila matter-of-factly announces, rather amused by this development. "What makes you think I know, Natsuki?"
"You knew the previous Arcewælcyrge. I'd assume you'd know something about Shizuru that I don't."
"That I did." Rila leans her elbow against the table, resting her jaw within her hand. This little raven has done her homework, it appears. "Shizuru is not one for fine gifts. She prefers things which are practical or sentimental."
"That's true…" Natsuki mulls over it, stroking her chin thoughtfully. Her mind wanders to the sword knot Viola owns—Anh had commissioned it, hadn't she? Honestly… she can't rival something precious like that. Should she even attempt to? Natsuki's unsure…
"Use your imagination. You're good with your hands."
Hours later, the Royal Commander's words are still lingering in Natsuki's mind.
She's occupying their simple quarters. Viola's here as well, who's washing her face by the water basin cabinet.
"Say…" Natsuki starts, but isn't entirely sure how to structure her question. She doesn't know what she's even going to say! Frustrated, the inquiry quickly dies upon her lips.
How is she supposed to ask Viola what she likes without exposing her intentions?
"Natsuki?" Her Arcewælcyrge partially turns to regard her, the basin towel within her grip.
"No… it's nothing. I can't decide what to say."
A heavy silence floods the room between both women.
Viola wonders whether to say anything but decides against it.
The tension has been spiralling the entire day. So much that mayhaps she is even afraid of disrupting Natsuki. How should she avoid treading on these imaginary eggshells…? Musing, she folds the towel and leaves it by the basin. "Natsuki."
"Huh?" Natsuki has just seated herself down on the bed.
"Would you like to go for a walk in the city? I was informed that Slave activity is low and I would like us to see the festival." Viola reaches for a roll of parchment lying beside the basin. Now approaching Natsuki, she opens it out to show her the contents. "The Slave numbers have been dwindling significantly. This is why we did not have our shift this morning."
Natsuki eases towards Viola to look at the city map painstakingly painted upon the parchment. Within the cluster of ink, she sees the Wall encompassing the Cathedral's entrance. This section is coloured in azure.
"Why's this part all in blue?"
"That represents low concentration in Slave activity. Look here—" She points at a long pathway leading to the outskirts painted the same colour. "—this is Wind's corpse road leading to the cemetery. It is also an area that has suffered plenty of activity, but not anymore."
"Not anymore? Did they just up and disappear or something?"
"It would seem the case, yes. Would you like to go for that walk with me?"
"Anything to get outside, yeah." Natsuki jumps at the chance.
"Then it is planned—however…" Viola glances towards the crown-glass window, spying the blurred horizon. "It would be wise to have someone tailing just in case."
Thus, upon the sunlight waning and street lights being lit, they soon meld with the city.
A hustle and bustle swarms them as they weave through the nervous herd.
Natsuki can not quite believe her eyes. She did not expect the capital to be so diverse. There's a mass of ethnicities all around her. All manner of artisans, soldiers and peasants abound these narrow cobblestone streets: From merchants, farmers, smiths, carpenters, entertainers, prostitutes… the list goes on.
"Is there really a Slave outbreak?" Natsuki muses to Viola as they walk past a series of pillars and statues. These urban monuments are almost entirely enshrouded by flowers, candles, coins and swords. "What's today again? The Night of…?"
"The Ancestors." Viola stops in front of one of the statues. An assortment of items have been left here in offering, ranging from floral gifts to hygiene tools. "Today is to both reconcile with kinsmen and to recollect those we have lost. The Night of the Ancestors more recently has been used to celebrate our future."
Though today's future is certainly questionable, isn't it? Natsuki mulls over their current situation: What's sad is all these people surrounding them have no idea the Queen is dead.
"I was told that the event is taking place in the marketplace." The Arcewælcyrge directs them further down the road, reaching for Natsuki's wrist. Taking it, she starts pushing through the tightly-knit crowd blocking their access.
Soon, they're walking along a deserted alleyway bathed in weak lamplight. Viola stops them beneath one of these lights, unpocketting a note. "One of our agents will be meeting us in this area." She breathes quietly so as to not alert potential eavesdroppers. "He is from Rila's division and will give us information pertaining to the city's activities."
Natsuki leans against the brick wall, folding her arms loosely. "Do you know how long he'll be?" She beseeches, unknowing crowds passing them by from the road. In the vicinity, citylife transmits; an onslaught of voices, yells and laughter echoing into the alley. Natsuki still cannot believe there is a Slave outbreak here.
"He has been following us."
Natsuki hasn't noticed anyone suspicious.
"Sorry I am late." A man abruptly enters the alleyway, making them turn. "Here is the updated map." Slipping a hand into his cloak, the agent passes it to Viola. "It details the cordoned off zones and places of interest. Did you remember to bring money?"
"Yes. I have plenty, thank you."
Viola has brought money? As the man quickly melds back into the crowd, Natsuki says: "I didn't know we were buying anything."
"One cannot be entirely certain." Viola replies, gingerly untying a pouch from her belt harness. "This is a sixpence or tanner." She takes the small coin from the pouch, handing it to Natsuki. "It is made from silver, so it is frequently found in offerings."
Engraved upon it is a side profile of Mashiro. "Regina Mashiro IV • Wyndlósma." Flipping it, the Windbloom Star is displayed. "899. MRIV. Sixpence…" Natsuki finds it remarkable that the Queen has coinage, considering she has—well, had been—enthroned relatively recently. "She ascended like three years ago, right?"
"Yes. Her father died suddenly from health complications." Drawing forward, Viola takes the sixpence back. "Shall we head for the marketplace?"
So, they do, weaving in and out of the busy populus when able.
Coming upon the marketplace which bustles with activity, stalls of every craft and topic are present: Carpentry, botany, fletching, smithing, tanning, falconry, poetry, seamstressing…
"I didn't know things such as falconry could be part of Night of the Ancestors." Natsuki wryly jokes, wondering if many of these merchants are just here to profiteer.
"Surprisingly falconry is, yes." Viola reveals, much to Natsuki's surprise. They reach a small communal sitting area and take their place upon a stone bench. Some people immediately recognise the Arcewælcyrge, either pointing, whispering or hurrying away, which is promptly ignored. "Historically falcons have—and still are—used to deter pests. As you can imagine, that becomes a serious problem when dealing with high concentrations of corpses."
Ah, now she understands, Natsuki nods, spotting the falconry's stall owner with a bird. It is a peregrine falcon which has a tag around its foot. "Strange how there were none at the Palace or Arles…" Natsuki muses.
"Mousers have been used lately but…" Viola makes a mildly amused noise. "In the case of the Palace, that did not help any."
It seems there is a lot of incompetency indeed. Natsuki hums, leaning forward against the stone bench. "I don't think I've ever seen a cat as lazy as that one before." She remarks. "Mikoto was like that other times too."
Other times, meaning Natsuki's previous lives? Viola drums her fingers along her thigh. Well, in any case… "It appears the festival is beginning."
On the other end of the marketplace, a wooden effigy of a woman can be seen. She is lying down atop a bed with her right arm lying against her middle. Her other limb remains at her side; golden jewellery entwining the sleeve.
All around them, the crowd begins to filter towards this effigy.
"I wasn't expecting it to be like this." Natsuki stands with Viola as they also head towards the amassing parade.
The effigy is carried by an entire team; the bed's violet sheet spilling onto their shoulders. Furthermore, this effigy is also decorated with weaponry, coins, flowers and a golden coronet.
"It is an ancient tradition that follows our burial practices for nobility." Viola explains as another effigy appears.
This one is of a man heavily armoured and resting against scarlet. Both his hands rest upon the hilt of his claymore lying against him. Encapsulating him are similar items to the woman's, except a book is included.
"What's the book that guy has?" Natsuki asks Viola, edging closer to her as the spectators get excessively louder. Why are they being so noisy?
"It is a book that all participants must sign when partaking in the Lists. He is the embodiment of all the Kingdom's soldiers. The woman meanwhile represents all wives."
Natsuki is unsure what to think about that latter information. Are women deemed as trophies or warriors? Judging by the effigy, surely the former is correct? "Are women expected to get married and disappear?"
"Many choose that route, though women still have significant power. They own property, take men to court and protect their household. Peasant women are expected to rear children, but afterwards whomever they romance is their business, be it man or woman. Men tend to have more freedom in this regard as they are expected to serve the Kingdom. As such, men with male lovers tend to become trapped within their troop. This is due to the fear of losing their lover, be it by death, distance or by another."
Huh. That's certainly a surprise. Natsuki mulls over these new titbits of knowledge, watching the festival continue.
Members of the Cathedral have now arrived: Enshrouded within their crimson tunics and argent hooded cloaks pinned with brooches. The contingency of nuns escorts the effigies towards the marketplace's centre where a pyre is under construction.
Hang on a moment, Natsuki has had a sudden thought. "If the Gods' abandoned us, isn't it strange we still have religious leaders?"
"Perhaps, though many still uphold their social duties. A Monarch is no longer the servant of the Gods', but they still dictate, advise and set examples for us. We do not know why our Gods' abandoned us. Because of this, many countries deem us as heretics who should be executed."
"Stupid." Natsuki mutters under her breath.
The procession is now heaving the effigies onto the grand pyre. A motley of stick-bearers are now approaching to cover the effigies.
"Does that mean countries like Florence and Remus still believe in their Gods?"
"Yes." Viola turns her head upon the effigies being doused in holy water and flowers. "I will tell you more about them another time." The pyre is set ablaze, the flames illuminating the Arcewælcyrge in a scarlet glow.
Natsuki stares at her, breath catching within her throat from the sight. Cheers towards the burning effigies resound around them, mellowing out into distortion. It's times such as these when Natsuki truly… It's certain isn't it? She loves this woman.
"Natsuki?"
"I—" Natsuki stops herself before she can blurt out the confession. Going stone-faced; her expression relaxes after a moment. "Sorry, this is reminding me of something from long ago."
Viola wonders what that could possibly be, but restrains herself from saying anything.
Their attention returns to the effigies burning. The congregation has now departed and everything on the pyre has been overwhelmed by flames. A chunk collapses, crackling into disintegration.
"Would you like to make an offering?" Viola says as people begin to move towards the pyre.
"I guess?" Natsuki shrugs, following after the Arcewælcyrge.
As they approach, wary peasants steal glances at them, many making way for the Wælcyrgan. Natsuki frankly finds it odd. She still isn't entirely sure why they fear them so much. Had they seen Viola do something in the past? Do rumours travel fast in Windbloom?
"Making an offering is as simple as making a wish at a well." Viola explains as she takes out two sixpence. Giving Natsuki a coin, she then pincers her own between her thumb and index. Shortly thereafter she tosses the coin into the flames. The sixpence bounces off a twig and lands somewhere, quickly consumed.
Natsuki follows suit, copying the action, awfully aware of all the eyes upon them. Seriously, what's up with this lot? Looking around causes the gathering to behave awkwardly, many rushing to make offerings of their own.
Once they're away from the marketplace and walking the cobblestone roads, Natsuki asks: "What's with them?" She points a thumb behind her shoulder. "I couldn't tell whether they were excited or afraid."
"As I said before, Natsuki, many are afraid of me?"
"Why though?"
"Do you truly want to know that? I will only tell you if you are entirely certain, Natsuki."
"Ah, well…" Natsuki delicately touched along her cut lip. "Maybe not here. Where are we going now?"
Walking further along, clothing lines are attached to adjacent houses. How do neighbours trust one another to not snap these lines nor steal clothes?
"I do not know." The Arcewælcyrge retrieves the map and they stop. She knows where they are, down this street it will lead them towards a recreational area. "This way." She lowers the parchment so Natsuki can see. "There may be something happening here."
"Still though." Natsuki starts, looking around to spot no one in their earshot. "I still can't believe there's a Slave outbreak. Everyone seems so normal."
"Even during times of war, the Windbloom people have always mustered strength." Viola says as she discreetly eases closer to Natsuki. After all, even amongst the denizens of peasantry, more were recognising them.
Towards a darkened alley Viola spies one of their agents—the hooded man nodding her way. "Some have very little to their own name. Oftentimes war and strife is the least of their worries."
It makes sense, Natsuki supposes. Though, this doesn't explain why Guadeloupe Palace was built away from Wind, does it? It's no wonder the Queen had no idea what state her country's in. But now she's dead and can they truly consider Windbloom a nation anymore?
Upon these contemplations, as they turn a tight corner, they are greeted by a unique sight.
A caravan of travelling Chaldeans have made camp within the incoming grove. This is a location of worship for the cityfolk—a place of tranquillity, recreation and social events. As such, this nomadic group has the cunning to take advantage.
"Who are these people?" Natsuki thought Wind was diverse enough, but she's never seen anything like this before. Actually, they remind her of the Spymaster? Is—or was?—she one of them?
"They're Chaldeans, people from across the Argus Sea."
Here within this sacred grove, horses and cattle wander freely. There are even the strangest beasts Natsuki has ever witnessed. "What is that?" She points to a nearby caged animal."
"That—" A darkly skinned man dressed within linens and gold chainmail approaches them. "—is a lion. His name is Harimau. Though he may appear lazy, he is ferocious."
"Harimau, you say?" Viola asks him, the Chaldean allowing them to inspect him.
The beast's fur is a magnificent bronze and adorns the grandest dark mane. Encompassing his entire body, is frightening muscle. So hulking is Harimau's frame, not even the largest man could combat his strength. His face meanwhile is scarred beyond belief and through his old age, has garnered blind eyes.
"Yes. He is named after our ancient King, Harimau of the Aswad."
Did they not realise one of the Keys is called Harimau? Mayhaps the Chaldeans have no recollection of them? Viola examines the beast with piqued curiosity, gaze falling to perilous claws. Can those shred through armour?
"Intimidating, isn't he?" The Chaldean declares.
"Oh, yes indeed."
Natsuki who has remained silent this entire time, watches Harimau circumspectly. Aswad…? Like the nomadic people from her previous existence? Hasn't she heard this name relatively recently, though? This beast as well—he is blind. Harimau stares through them, ears pin-pricking upon every spoken word: Especially the Chaldean's who Natsuki suspects is likely Harimau's master.
She surmises that this lion does not like his prison.
"If you come tomorrow, you can see him perform in our circus."
Soon, the two Wælcyrgan are on their way once more.
"The King of Aswad…" Viola murmurs under her breath. "I have not heard of this historical monarch before."
"Well they are across the sea." Natsuki points out. "The only foreigners I know about are the Florentines." That being due to them having contact with Windbloom. "Other countries don't seem interested in us. Well, apart from Altay…"
"That is true, but as a high ranking official, I should know these things, Natsuki."
Natsuki shrugs. "Better late than never?"
Passing a collection of brightly dyed tents, they are soon stopped again. However this time, it's by a frail, old woman.
Natsuki realises quickly that this woman is in fact also blind.
"Ah, you there!" The greyed woman donning bright linens and a hood announces. Her breathing is raspy as she hurries towards them, seizing their wrists. "You are Wælcyrgan—come to my tent and I will read your fortune."
How did she…? Natsuki peers at Viola astounded who is staring down at the blind woman much the same.
The woman's golden jewellery rattles and shimmers as she moves, guiding them towards an insignificant tent. Once inside, she releases their wrists and shuffles towards her veiled table. "Both of you, come closer—please."
Beside her is a guard who looks similar to the lion master. Hooded and masked, only his golden eyes can be seen which follow them suspiciously. Hanging by his harness meanwhile, is a terrifying curved blade. Neither Wælcyrge can fathom what this weapon is.
Natsuki apprehensively pushes through the azure veil and sits down on one of the stools. Viola soon follows, chin raised high without a shred of fear.
"Rarely do others believe that I can see." The fortune teller says whispery, her voice gruff and textured. "What I see—" She touches along the velvet cloth draped across the table, reaching for her crystal ball. "—is merely different from yourselves."
"What do you see?" Natsuki asks.
"Sounds, rumbles, lights—you Wælcyrgan: You are but like… shimmering lights, I have been told is the correct description. You are a beacon within darkness."
Huh. Natsuki mulls upon the old woman's words, watching the crystal ball's swirling patterns. Wait, is that thing magical? Within its haze, she can see argent flashes which look like the starry night. Perhaps that's what the Wælcyrgan look like to her?
"If I have your permission, may I attempt to describe you both?"
"Go on." Viola's brow rose faintly, rather curious herself. Soothsayers are rare indeed. The Chrysanthemum Covan are the only successful ones she knows about. The Chaldeans however? Perhaps. They're a people of magic, astronomy, mathematics and alchemy, after all.
"Wælcyrge, can I touch your face?"
To Natsuki's surprise, Viola draws her stool closer to the fortune teller and seizes her wrists. Next she guides the hands to her face, staring dead-set into greyed-out eyes.
Yes, it is clear that this woman is sightless.
"Thank you… ah, you are a fascinating character." The soothsayer hoarsely whispers. She brushes her roughened fingertips along the Arcewælcyrge's face, searching along her strong jawline. "You're ambiguous, arduous and a little reckless. Hm… you dislike those who do not know what they are doing."
But, what is this? The soothsayer grazes an index and middle finger along Viola's brow. "You were injured, Wælcyrge?"
Is she guessing? Natsuki couldn't quite tell. She studies Viola's expression but finds it totally neutral. Is this a good or bad sign?
"Wælcyrgan are warriors, it is our Fate to sustain wounds." The Arcewælcyrge says somewhat vaguely. Though this woman appears harmless, she cannot help but suspect her. The guard though—her eyes jumped to him quickly. He is a dangerous one.
"Fear… violence… death—though these are normal for a warrior such as yourself. There's a great turmoil within your life though I can't fully identify it. I can best describe it as a serpentine pathway taking several unknown routes. You are at a crossroad; in one direction there is nothing. On another, endless paths. The final is a person—no, two—"
"—That is enough." The Arcewælcyrge pulls the old woman's hands away, standing up.
"Ah, very well…" The soothsayer nervously shifts her gazeless eyes around.
"What about you?" The fortune teller looks in Natsuki's general direction, not quite aiming towards her.
Should she? Natsuki feels incertain, looking to Viola who's demeanour is unreadable. Who are those two people that this woman described? Is one Anh? Is the other… herself? A small voice within her head doubts it immediately, yet she's hesitant to brush it away.
"Yeah, sure." Natsuki stands and heads for the woman, guiding her hands to her face once sitting.
Gods' her hands are freezing!
"Wælcyrge, you…" The soothsayer's face scrunches up within confusion. "You… You are straightforward, stubborn and incredibly steadfast, but I must warn you—"
"Warn me of what?" Natsuki stares uneasily into colourless pupils, watching them flick to and fro.
"Something heinous stalks you as well as something inexplicable. Both strive to reach out—"
"What are you talking about?" Did she mean the Dark Whisperer? What does she mean by 'something inexplicable'? Something—or someone—else is trying to contact her? Natsuki pulls away frightfully, unable to discern whether this soothsayer has a foul motive.
"Explain yourself." Viola demands, this triggering the old woman's guard to walk over and stand between them. She grabs Natsuki's shoulder, pulling her back towards herself.
"You're both in danger—I'm sorry, I cannot see anything else. Only…"
"Only what?" Natsuki's brow furrows as Viola's grip tightens against her shoulder. Pulling herself from her, she momentarily eyes the Arcewælcyrge who shoots her a warning stare.
"Bounded in chains you shall fall into impossibility."
What?
Quicker than she expects, Natsuki soon finds herself back outside. Standing here, she is swiftly lost in thought. Though that woman's words were indistinct, they seem true? But how can that be possible? Why does she believe her?
Viola as well; Natsuki watches the Arcewælcyrge from the corner of her eye. She is behaving rather oddly. It's obvious that the soothsayer's words have triggered something negative within her.
"Do… you want to talk about it?" Natsuki asks unsurely, attention moving to the strangest of creatures again. What is… that?
"Maybe later." The Arcewælcyrge sighs, delicately rubbing her temples as though a migraine is forming.
That's certainly better than some months ago, right? Natsuki smiles helplessly, allowing her arms to fall limp by her sides. "Do you know what those things are?" She points towards the hooved animals with unusual bulging backs. They kind of look like… hairy long necked horses?
All the Chaldeans have seemingly vanished as well. Where has everyone gone?
"I… have no idea." Viola only pays half attention to the pack beasts, searching their surroundings for the Chaldeans too. She's starting to have a bad feeling, suddenly. Grasping Natsuki's wrist, she tugs her towards the pathway leading out of the grove. "Come."
"A-ah, where are we going?"
"We are returning to the quarters."
S-she feels it too?
Viola strides them so quickly that Natsuki almost stumbles against the cobblestoned floor. "W-wait—" She rips her limb from Viola's hold, breathlessly falling in step with her. "I can keep up just fine."
Once safely entering their room, Natsuki brushes a hand through her hair in confusion. She had expected some semblance of respite, yet instead this had to happen. "There's always something!" She grumbles under her breath in annoyance. Couldn't they have a single day where something doesn't happen? Apparently not.
"I will return shortly, I am going to speak with the Royal Commander."
Huh? The door shuts before Natsuki can get another word in.
Left to her own devices, Natsuki can only sit herself down on the bed.
Oh, it's brilliant, isn't it?
Kicking off her boots, she flops down backwards onto the mattress. Legs hanging, Natsuki stares listlessly at the ceiling above. She simply isn't able to fathom any of this.
Though she now partially understands this world's machinations, it's still an immense enigma. On one hand, there's her lack of belonging within Earl. The next is the ceaselessness of it all.
Is it her spiritual framework? Does… foulness… just stalk Wælcyrgan? This surely does not happen to everyone, right? Perhaps that Witch Yukino knows more?
Natsuki mulls over this for a while while thinking about the effigies. Soon she doesn't realise she's falling asleep. Though her dream is hazy indeed, it melds within her half-conscious brain like a potential scenario.
As they make a brisk walk, Natsuki continues speculating upon the soothsayer's words. 'Bounded in chains you shall fall into impossibility.' Isn't that similar to what the voice had said? 'Of madness chained in gold.' This is seriously starting to give Natsuki a headache.
Reaching the cobblestone streets, this section is also barren of folk. Furthermore, within the distance, they can hear faraway bells resounding.
Viola stops in her tracks, making Natsuki bump into her in response.
"W-what's wrong?"
The Arcewælcyrge peers around the fork in the road they have just arrived at. She has not seen their tailing agent, worse it is unsettlingly quiet. Bordering them, the houses have their shutters sealed, almost as though they're—"There is another Slave outbreak. We must return immediately."
How does she know?
Natsuki is unable to challenge this, getting tugged back the way they have come.
There's just—there is no one here! It's almost as though they have been teleported to a completely different dimension. Terribly, this is a feasible possibility within these realms.
"Ringing the bells can only mean a few things." Viola explains in a rushing manner, striding them around a corner. "The Monarch is dead, there is an invasion, or everyone must isolate."
The night has steadily creeped up on them as they enter another street. This one is far darker and impoverished. Has she gotten them lost?
"Where are we?" Natsuki looks around as they stop within the cobblestone road's centre. Here the housing is small and tightly knit. The alleyways are narrow—so much in fact hardly a shred of light can be witnessed: The winding jitties all but void of safety.
"The older section of the city, I think."
Then, the hairs along Natsuki's neck pricked, making her apprehensively turn. A foreboding ache is oozing from a gloomy house window. Upon this nearby house's top storey, Natsuki stares into the darkness but sees nothing. That soothsayer's words tramples upon her psyche like a stampede: It's paranoia engrossing her until she's adamant that someone—or something—is there.
A tug from Viola breaks her out of this moment. Inconceivable are their surroundings now, for fog has enveloped them.
What comes next is an incomprehensible nightmare. Golden chains of yore tear out from the ground beneath Natsuki, wrapping around her. Sheer terror encompasses her—what's happening?! How—
Fortuitously, the quickly descending insanity mantled by fog, dissipates.
Jolted awake, Natsuki careens upwards from the bed, a panicked yell escaping her.
What had that be—"Vio—Shizuru?" She stammers as said woman hovers above her.
"I am sorry I took so lo—Natsuki, are you alright?"
"I—" Natsuki heaves herself up, gaze fleeing from the Arcewælcyrge.
Viola had drawn out her hand to touch Natsuki's shoulder, but quickly pulls back. A little sceptical, she studies Natsuki who's closing down in front of her. "Natsuki—"
"—I-I… I dreamt we got lost in the streets and this fog surrounded us in the slums." That and… "I felt a dark presence watching us from one of the houses." She peers up to Viola who did much the same. "S-should I worry about it?"
"I… do not know."
"I-I thought the Dark Whisperer had been dealt with for good!" Natsuki struggles to find the correct words, many sloshing uselessly within her head. It's been so long since Saint Vlas has appeared! Why would it and Yukariko do so now? Hadn't Viola personally killed Kanzaki as well? Just why—
"Natsuki?"
"It's been ages since we saw the Dark Whisperer. Last time she tried to…" Natsuki's face fell. 'When Tell Aswad falls…' She had a strange déjà vu when that Chaldean lionmaster had mentioned King Harimau of the Aswad. Had the Dark Whisperer been referencing the same place?
"Natsuki."
"Would the Witch know anything about…well—this?" The Arcewælcyrge's hands cup Natsuki's shoulders as she says this, dragging her out of her aimless worry. "H-huh? What?" Her Arcewælcyrge's insistent touching never ceases to pull her from these states. Natsuki will forever be conflicted by this fact as well.
"Since she tried what?" What is Natsuki trying to say?
"Hm, well—" Natsuki nervously pulls partially out of Viola's hold. "Remember when we ended up in Florence Palace?" Viola nods slowly. "After we came back, I was the first one conscious. The Dark Whisperer was there—she tried manipulating me." Viridian eyes flee from scarlet.
Something indescribable forms along Viola's face as she absorbs this information.
"She wanted me to kill my previous selves, like she had you kill one of yours."
'Yet we still have no answers to why this is!' Viola's hands fall from Natsuki's shoulders upon this thought. Twisting forward, she smeared her palm against her scarred brow in frustration. "Why did you fail to tell me this?"
"I-I'm sorry, I forgot."
Isn't that the time when Natsuki refused to speak to her too? Whacking her mind, Viola sifts through her memories. At the time she could not remember a thing that had happened. Hadn't she been unable to remember during this time? The Gods' only know… She sighs, feeling exhausted suddenly. "You yourself said to be more open, Natsuki." She points out, regarding the younger woman curiously. "If we are incapable of communicating, this shall be our downfall."
"I know." Natsuki confesses, loosely crossing her arms. Sliding a palm along her arm, she stares into space. Though, thinking about it, it's better they're discussing this, isn't it? Before they would hide information from one another and hop over figurative eggshells.
Though these conversations are difficult, they… Natsuki feels more connected with her Arcewælcyrge.
"Sorry." Natsuki grumbles, her hand halting to remain idle at her elbow. "I'll try to be more open with you." She promises. In response, Viola squeezes her shoulder and she turns to her more. Getting thrown a smile, Natsuki forces one in return. "Were you gone for long?"
"I was dragged into a meeting regarding the current situation with the Slaves. We had returned just in time because they suddenly started pouring out of an abandoned house."
"What? The Slaves have?"
"Hm." Viola hums somewhat distractedly, sitting herself beside Natsuki who sluggishly straightens upwards. Has she slept this entire time? "How long have you slept?"
"No idea. I fell asleep almost instantly and—" Natsuki pauses, thinking back to the dream. "It's panicking me—the voices and soothsayer, I mean. Everything's just so…" Her face scrunches up as she attempts to find the words. "Convenient? Fateful? I think something's going to happen soon."
Looking at Viola, Natsuki can not read the blank look which gets cast upon her.
The Arcewælcyrge will not confess it, for she believes Natsuki is correct.
"This road here—" Viola points to a location upon the mapped table. "—is the reported influx of undead activity." Situated within the Cathedral Square's servant quarters, an amass of soldiers and officials surround her. "The Arles Guard will be halved. One half will go to this abandoned building." She again directs their attention to the aforementioned position. "This group will be manned by Huscarle Talbot."
Behind her, Yuuichi beams.
"As they rout out the undead here, the second half will flank this building. There are several alleyways where stragglers can accumulate. Huscarle Masashi will head this team."
After several hours of planning, an offensive strike is being issued. It has undergone multiple reworkings already, and quite frankly Viola's exhausted. No matter what they discuss, there's seemingly always problems covering every suggestion.
"That means the Royal Guard will have hardly any support at the Wall." Haruka challenges, her plate armour rattling faintly as she crosses her arms. "How do we know these braindead monsters won't flood out of the Cathedral at the last moment?"
"They shan't—" Viola replies across the table to her. "—because they shall be supported by the Royal Hounds."
Natsuki who's standing beside Viola, apprehensively eyes the room as silence floods them. Has the Arcewælcyrge said something problematic?
"You can't be serious! Those are—"
"—For whom their charge is dead."
Explosive chatter now swamps the room; many of its occupants having not known about Mashiro's regicide. This is flawlessly silenced by the Arcewælcyrge who raises her hand and lifts her voice. "The reason you were not told is for your morale! I am sure many of you have already heard the rumours. I had planned to reveal Her Majesty's death upon our victory versus the undead."
It can't be helped for the Slaves' unpredictability has tarnished their masterplan.
The Wall, corpse roads and cemeteries were their focus, however now? Inexplicably the shambling cadavers are appearing in unusual placements. There are reports that some are even crawling from beneath unstable walls. It's almost as though they're coming from the darkest recesses? Like they're hellspawn?
"But Arcewælcyrge, what does this mean?" A Knight asks from across the table close to Haruka, receiving resounding acknowledgement from others. "She has no heir and there's no known living relatives."
"I truthfully do not know either. However this does not mean we are beaten." The Queen after all, had been an incredibly weak leader. Nevertheless, her death will cause ripples throughout the Kingdom—both good and bad. "Before we discuss our plan further, I will reveal what Her Majesty said before her death."
Wait, did Mashiro speak to Viola? Natsuki stares at her astoundedly, having not been told about any of this.
The chatter erupts before completely dying off again; everyone's attention solely upon the awaiting Arcewælcyrge.
"During their imprisonment, her lady-in-waiting informed me of Her Majesty's instructions." From her harness, Viola undos a canister and reveals Aoi Senoh's interview. Clearly and concisely, she reads it for the room: "Kanzaki's assault had been abrupt and instantaneous. Before any of us could understand what had happened, a quarter of the guards were killed. I still have no idea what went on. It's like the Altains had appeared through the floor itself."
She can see confusion spreading amongst the crowd, so she says: "Kanzaki was Reito Dàí Altay of the Bolyar-Kanzaki House. He was the Regent Lord for his niece, the Tsarina, Arashi Dàí Altay."
"Arcewælcyrge…" One of the Arles Guard speaks up nervously. "There's rumours going around that you killed him? Is that true?"
"Yes." Murmurs ignite again, but this is ignored by Viola who starts reading again: "The Queen and I were immediately under house arrest. For a while I managed to get snippets of information from the other servants. There were outlandish rumours and conspiracies forming among the ranks. One was that the Altains had disguised themselves like our Knights. Another meanwhile…" Viola sighs. "...is that they dressed in drag, seducing the guards."
"What?" Chie snorts from beside Haruka, having pushed through the crowd to reach the table. "What kind of nonsense is that?"
"The rumours were ridiculous!" Nao confirms. "I even heard rumours about a redheaded ghost." How can someone see the colours of a ghost?
"Nevertheless…" Viola regains control of the excitement, reading once more: "At some point the undead attacked. I don't know when it started but I think it was on the top storey. The Altains kept whispering but I couldn't understand them. They sounded terrified. This is when we were cut off from the rest of the servants. Kanzaki said everyone was dead. Eventually the Altains had us rounded up into the throne room. For the entire day they kept returning injured. Many never appeared again. We had assumed the undead were responsible for this. Though, as we later learned in the encampment, it was our Knights who were responsible. I still genuinely have no idea how they survived this."
Now… the part which may make or break them: "The Queen's final wish is that the next leader must serve justice to our enemies. She regrets being unable to stabilise the country and make her people happy. She requests that this is strictly followed but our traditions and culture aren't abandoned. A leader is needed quickly but they must be chosen carefully."
"So how does Windbloom choose a leader?" Throughout the ranks, the Grand Chevalier's voice emits who pushes through the crowd. Now visible, Fiar says: "Is it through hierarchy or the Lists?"
'The Lists?' Natsuki recognises this term.
These Lists are a series of ceremonial duels which embody Windbloom's hierarchical system. Strictly speaking, anyone can perform in the Lists as long as their opponent matches their caste. A noble cannot fight a slave, nor can a gebur challenge a theow. The same logic applies for those with disabilities or physical advantages. For instance, the soothsayer can skirmish with one who is also sightless. This also means a man may not duel a woman due to physical prowess.
"It depends on the situation." Viola nods.
"For the time being, I suggest a vote." The Knight-Commander says, Haruka agreeing beside her wholeheartedly. "We should agree who the temporary leader is while we rid Wind of the undead."
Thus, as night steadfast approaches, an election is organised between the armies and officials of Wind.
"I still can't believe this." Natsuki laments as she sits herself down beside Viola. They're seated outside the adjoining building where the balconies are located. Listlessly studying the soldiers manning the Wall below, Natsuki leans her jaw against her palm.
"Neither can I, truly."
The Arcewælcyrge has her head leaning back against her chair, staring up into the starry heavens. Natsuki watches her curiously, attempting to fathom what she might be thinking. But, as is usually the case, she cannot.
"Who are the Royal Hounds?" Natsuki asks suddenly.
"They were the Queen's personal bodyguards. To the ignorant they would think a Royal Hound is a mere Knight. You have seen them without realising it, Natsuki. A Knight's plume is crimson while theirs is purple."
Purple plumes… Natsuki thinks back to the times she has interacted with Knights. Lo and behold, she has the vague memory of potential bodyguards. "Wait, that tall guy who had always guarded the Royal Quarters?"
"The exact one."
It's rather frightful how clueless she is sometimes, Natsuki acknowledges.
"Why does it seem like a big deal they're going to protect the Wall?"
"Because only the Sovereign can order such things." Viola explains. "Due to my position I, alongside Rila, Chie and Haruka have surged through the ranks. Even yourself—with the Queen's death, we're four of the most powerful officials."
"Just like that? But that hardly makes sense!"
"It does not, but that is the grand scheme of things."
"It's just…" Natsuki trails off with uncertainty, attempting to piece together an internal dispute. "...Nothing seems right. We're suddenly two of the most powerful officials within the Kingdom simply because we're Wælcyrgan? I never asked to become an Ánhere yet suddenly I have this huge responsibility thrown onto me? What if I was someone like… Like Kanzaki, then what?"
"Then the Kingdom would cease to exist as we know it now." Viola says simply. "Tyrants come and go as they please. Crushing those that threaten the Kingdom is our responsibility. Also Natsuki, because the Queen is dead, we are under foreign threat."
"Foreign threat? Because a ruler will try to take the throne?"
"You are learning fast." Viola smiles at her, taking Natsuki's wrist and prising it towards herself. This confuses her former Ánhere instantly, and she quickly explains: "There are however safety measures." Slipping her free hand beneath her ruffled shirt, Viola tugs her Anchor out. "This is her Sovereign's Ring."
Along the chain is a golden band fitted with a hefty diamond.
"She gave you that?"
Easing the chain from around her neck, Viola slips it into Natsuki's grasp. It momentarily pools within Natsuki's palm, then hangs from its golden chain from her fingers lifelessly.
"She did. Without the Sovereign's Ring, a foreign tyrant does not have the blessing of the Kingdom. Therefore, they cannot be recognised as our leader. Historically before this genealogical line of descent, potential leaders would perform in the Lists."
"Wait so… You have the Sovereign's Ring, can you become Queen?"
"I… Well, yes." Viola admits, unsure in the new direction of this conversation.
"Do you want to be Queen?"
"What are you suggesting…?" Viola eyes Natsuki warily. "Though there is the possibility, it is treasonous to consider it."
"Then how can a new leader be chosen if we aren't allowed to follow through with it?"
Oh, this former Ánhere of hers. Viola sighs, she truly does adore her.
"Because nobody had expected this to happen."
XXIII • CMI Bæþdæg of Ærra Geola. Aþ Niht
(The 23rd Day Preceding Yuletide, Bath Day, 901)
Oath Night
"There are also more rumours of conflict within Florence's borders."
Natsuki overhears Viola and Fiar's discussion within the next room faintly.
She herself is alone within the larger communal area; a welcome change these past few days. For a while she has been here, basking in the privacy of her own mind's thoughts. Though, to be alone within the dark recesses of her mind is dangerous, isn't it?
Even now, the soothsayer's words are grating her psyche: 'Bounded in chains you shall fall into impossibility.'
It still makes no sense no matter how coincidental it all seems! Those incomprehensible voices have been warning her of similarities for weeks. Yet… Natsuki grumbles, guiding her weight into her knees as she cups her face. She's in denial, that much is obvious. "Of madness chained in gold… you shall fall into impossibility?"
What does that even mean?!
"Yes, I have heard, but I'm yet to receive contact via my communication rune…"
"I was unable to use mine as well. I noticed the change a few days prior to the journey here."
Natsuki's gaze pulled to the door separating her from Viola. That's right, she had almost forgotten about the strange issues regarding the communication rune. Is it happenstance or has something ominous happened for this to proceed? Didn't the leylines get mentioned at some point too?
Mind made up, Natsuki picks herself up from her seat and heads towards the door. "Shizuru?" She pokes her head through upon opening it.
The Arcewælcyrge and Grand Chevalier in response look at her from the table. Around them is an overabundance of parchment, candles, maps and other documents.
"Ah sorry." She bows her head apologetically. "Don't you find it strange that both the communication runes stopped working simultaneously? This was around the time Kanzaki entered the country."
"That is true." Viola brushes a knuckle against her lips thoughtfully. By letter Yukino had warned them of a dark presence—which they identified as Kanzaki. It collocates sinisterly well, especially since Miyú cautioned them that Kanzaki disturbed the leylines.
A sudden idea comes to Viola's mind. "Natsuki, please find the Royal Commander. I require a bilingual rider."
Is she planning to send a messenger to Florence? Natsuki nods, curtly shutting the door.
"Queen Rosalie said that she would send word." Viola explains to Fiar who nods slowly. "I am starting to have a terrible feeling that something has happened."
"It does seem rather unsettling." The Grand Chevalier admits, dragging over one of the central parchment rolls from the table. "If I may, can I also send a message? It is to notify Her Majesty of the growing undead presence. There is a potential possibility that the rumoured conflict is actually the undead."
"Yes there is indeed. Am I correct in believing that Florencia has vast catacombs like Wind?"
"They are. The Catacombes de Florencia are much larger. We believe that only half of the tunnels are charted. Therefore, they've been used extensively during times of war and unrest."
Interesting… Viola leans back in her chair, grazing her fingertips along her scarred brow thoughtfully. 'The things we could do with the Wind Catacombs…' No matter, that's for another day. "We should discuss these plans with the rest of the officials. I am sure they have plenty of vital information to include in the letters."
Later exiting this room and leaving through the communal area, Viola then enters the Cathedral Square. Beside her is the Wall which menacingly looms above her. It's strangely silent again even though earlier Slaves had poured from an abandoned building.
"You there!" She calls a Knight over as Fiar closes the door after them. "Where is your superior, Captain Smith?"
"Arcewælcyrge." He props his visor to his gauntlet, lifting it in semblance of an archaic salute. "He is on top of the Wall commanding his men and the Royal Hounds."
"Thank you."
Climbing the makeshift battlements, Viola soon pinpoints John Smith issuing orders to violet-plumed Knights. All six of them including Wind's Captain of the Guard turn to her as she approaches.
"Arcewælcyrge Viola, what is the meaning of this surprise?"
Viola smiles, bowing her head in recognition. "Are the schedules penned yet? I am hoping to organise another meeting to gather intelligence."
"I believe that the Royal Scholar has been working on the schedules with the Knight-Commander."
Henceforth this is where both women attend next.
"Where is the Royal Scholar?" Viola asks a servant upon entering who points them into the correct direction. Soon they meet Chie who has just exited a room within the winding corridors.
"Are you both here to see Shiro?"
"Yes, is he available?"
"Sure is—ah—" The slinged Knight-Commander passed over the scroll cylinder she had been carrying. "It's convenient you're here actually, he wanted me to give you this and ask you to see him."
"That certainly is convenient." Viola admits as Chie brushes past them, waving. Knocking on the door, they hear a rummaging sound before footfalls creak along the floorboards.
"That was fast." Shiro blinks at them, ushering them inside.
"We were here at an opportune moment." Sitting herself down in one of the desk's positioned in front of Shiro's desk, Viola continues: "What is this document that you want us to see?" She unclips the cylinder and takes out the rolled parchment.
"Remember the cyphered note your men found during the bandit raid? I was able to partially translate it with Yukino's help."
Opening it, Viola carefully scans its contents. This isn't the original letter but everything has been copied down. There's letters crossed out and theories scattered everywhere. "The River has met the Rook?" She looks up to Shiro.
"It's possible that the rook is a castle. Though… it is hard to say what it means."
"Perhaps it means two important figures have met?" Fiar suggests, leaning closer to Viola in order to read as well. "I don't recognise these symbols here." She points to a select few scattered across the parchment.
"Those are Wyndlósma Runes. That is the alphabet we used before the Remus one." Viola murmurs, but isn't familiar with the other symbols. These ones are incredibly curved and small—it's a wonder she can see them at all.
"Those are Abjad, a script from beyond the Argus Sea." Shiro has stretched over the desk partially to see. "It is a language much older than ours and has many dialects. It has proven impossible to decipher here as you're supposed to read it right to left. Doing so then makes everything I've decoded so far make no sense."
"Like the Ziponic text?" Viola muses aloud, noticing a few of these logo-graphics are included.
Though these are similar to her native kanji, they are much different as well. From what she has concluded over the years, Altay has some Chinese culture embedded within. However, Zipang is far to the east whilst Altay is to the west. Kanji's origin comes from Chinese hanzi, so theoretically, is this what kanji would look like without that influence?
"Nevertheless I have no clue." She confesses, placing the parchment down. Its edges slowly curl in response, until slothfully rolling up on its own.
"Perhaps not, but the first stage is complete."
A/N: I have uploaded this chapter earlier than planned because I am far too busy. I haven't had any time to work on Renascence, except removing inconsistencies and checking the timeline. As such, please keep an eye on my profile for future updates. As you can see, I have also completed revamping Cyne Wælcyrge. Things which have been adjusted includes:
1. Anglo Saxon titles such as the Arcewælcyrge (Arch-Valkyrie) and the Ánhergas (Einherjar) have replaced Norse titles. This includes Yggdrasil which now has multiple Anglo Saxon names to symbolise its nature and foreshadowing.
2. Further detail has been added to important scenes.
3. Greater context has been added to the Battle of Guadeloupe and travelling to Wind.
4. Grammar and spelling has been ironed out.
5. Cyne Wælcyrge has been altered from past tense to present tense.
6. Confusing, sensitive and/or controversial topics have either been reoriented or totally removed.
7. Further foreshadowing has been incorporated here and there.
If you notice any issues still present, please tell me.
Once again, a big thanks to Vin Fireclaw who's helped in this revamp by review exchanging!
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jesstamon — I have more luck finding Mai-Series fan art on Twitter nowadays. The Japanese community is remarkably loyal. Every now and then other pairings show up too, so that's especially nice.
Cthulhu-Anne — Fun fact, that feast was directly taken from English mediaeval practices. Birds and rodents would sometimes be sealed inside pies as a prank.
Jherat — Thanks for confirming the tension, it's interesting to know you experienced things similarly. Also your English is fine, do not worry.
elizabeth charlotte — I would ask what is confusing you, but I have completely revamped the story. I'm hoping any potential issues have been ironed out. I'll also just reply to any of your future reviews in the A/Ns as the PM system clearly isn't working.
