A/N: I'm really, really sorry for this long delay and I hope this fic returns to its regularly programmed scheduling, despite real life being pretty stressful right now. Thanks as always for all the reviews, favs and follows. I also want to thank Mathematicae from spacebattles for his corrections and suggestions about financial jargon and the banking sector. It helped in straightening Jusis' POV.
Finally, there's another German military rank in this chapter: Oberstleutnant = Lieutenant Colonel
Edit: Apex85 thankfully pointed out that Brigadier General Bardias has 'Wallace' as a given name. I somehow got that wrong thought stuck in my mind that he lacked a given name like Neithardt. So 'Tiberius' will be corrected.
Chapter 17 - City of Parallel Justic Saint-Arkh V
Machias headed through the corridors of the west wing. He balled his fists and put more force into his steps.
As long as he was calm he could do this. He remembered Laura's help during the rhinocider stampede. Using proper breathing to center himself. All he needed to do was apply her lesson while swallowing down the nervousness...
If it were only this easy.
Machias finally arrived at the detention center. The guard waved him through after a short explanation. The cubicle he entered was small, almost claustrophobic with a glass partition in the middle. To his surprise, Arios MacLaine was already there.
"Please excuse the interruption," he said reflexively.
"Cadet Regnitz," the elite bracer said coolly. "This won't take long."
Prosecutor Freising sighed theatrically. "There's no need to hurry, Mr MacLaine." She batted her eyelashes. "It gets reeeally boring here with nothing to do. If you'd like to keep me company, feel free to do so."
Machias tried to wipe the sight of Erebonia's demon prosecutor behaving like a schoolgirl from his memory. He wasn't successful.
"Now I know why you're good friends with Sara." Arios let out a chuckle that sounded equally parts dry and weary.
She shrugged. "Like attracts like I guess. Well, back on topic. Payment is dealt by guild receptionists?"
"Yes. Please contact Michelle from the Crossbell branch." The bracer pushed a piece of paper through the lower part of the armored glass pane.
Freising scrutinized it. "An IBC account. Why am I not surprised? I'll pray to the goddess that you dig out the needed document from Remiferia's royal archives."
"I promise nothing. As you correctly surmised, the most likely place for it to be stored was the Saint-Arkh embassy."
She smiled a brittle smile. "Then let's hope there is another copy."
Arios stood up from his seat. "As a representative of the guild I hereby accept your request, Imperial State Attorney Helena Freising." He looked at Machias. "But this young man here also has an important matter to discuss with you. By your leave."
"Buh, bye. And sorry for the hold up, Mr MacLaine."
"Having my travel plans disrupted is par of the course for bracer work. Farewell then." The man bowed and left.
They were alone and suddenly, Machias felt the walls inside the cubicle close in on him with the claustrophobic feeling clamping around his heart like a vise. He sat down in front of Prosecutor Freising - a person he considered a role model, her face filled with anticipation. He then gathered all his courage, acutely aware of his stomach doing flip-flops. "Ma'am, I'd like to defend you in court!"
There were several seconds of silence. A stretch of eternity that made each second feel like gehenna on earth. That was, until Prosecutor Freising suddenly broke out in laughter. "Oh by Aidios, your face looks like you actually want to confess to me," she said between giggles.
Machias opened his mouth only to choke on his words. He felt his cheeks heat up like an orbal light. "Ma'am, that's..."
The prosecutor gestured him to calm down. "I'm sorry, real sorry." She didn't look sorry, but her smile did feel genuine and warm. "Ah, young men like you are just so easy to tease. Still, I doubt you'd offer to defend me in court as a joke." Her face turned serious again. "What happened?"
Machias gathered his bearings after the near heart attack he was dealt with. He then recounted Jusis Albarea's appointment as special counsel while trying to contain his foul mood. After that he told her about the rest of Class VII. How Gaius, Rean, Laura, Alisa and Elliot were following clues in Parm along with Instructor Sara. Emma and Fie remained at Saint-Arkh to support him and his Lordship respectively. To his surprise the prosecutor's grin became wider the more he talked, as if he was actually bringing her good news.
"Well, seems like old man Linquist refuses to give up."
"Excuse me, ma'am?" This was not the reaction Machias expected - or hoped for. Didn't she realize she was getting left high and dry?
"All in all, I'm glad things are moving forward this quickly. And pitting you against Jusis Albarea? I look forward to how this plays out in court."
Machias balled his fists. "Ma'am, don't you realize you are going to be declared guilty? There are still far too many facts unclear in this case! Rendering a judgment at this juncture is completely unacceptable."
Another brittle smile appeared on her lips. "Of course I'm aware. But I'm perfectly willing to end up a sacrificial pawn, if it means the Aulic Council comes out of this disaster unscathed." She sighed. "Look, I can see this isn't what you want to hear, young man, but I poured years of my life into preparing this case I mentioned to Cadet Millstein. The one against the central government. It's a pity I won't be able to follow through with prosecuting said case myself, but I can see now that Chancellor Linquist is doing everything in his power so someone else can pick up the torch."
She leaned forward. "This is bigger than me, bigger than you, bigger than the Marquis."
Machias bit his lip as he heard the words pour out of the person he admired. Did he jump to conclusions again? "Then what's my role supposed to be? Watching you being falsely accused of murder?"
Prosecutor Freising leaned back in her chair. "Well, I did plan on pleading guilty anyway."
"Absolutely not," Machias cut her off.
"And pray tell, how exactly do you plan to prove my innocence in court, Attorney Regnitz?"
"Well, I thought that..." he hesitated.
"Let me guess, young man, an insanity plea."
He shied away from her piercing gaze.
Prosecutor Freising sighed again. "Looking at your attitude, I'm sure there's no need for me to tell you just how flimsy this line of argument is. Any prosecution with half a brain can tear such a defense strategy to shreds."
"But perhaps... Rean and the others may gain more evidence or even witness testimonies from their trip to Parm."
"I won't deny that you Thors cadets have proven to be true miracle workers. Lightning doesn't strike twice though. While miracles are nice to have, I'm not in the habit of building a court strategy around them. And so should you."
Machias shook his head. He understood the cold, pragmatic logic behind her words, but his heart refused to accept them. "An attorney has to respect his client's wishes." He clenched his teeth. "But, please ma'am, just answer one question: are you guilty? Did you commit the crimes you are accused of?"
"I see now how you inspired Sara to pursue this case beyond national borders."
He pressed his forehead against the glass pane separating them. "You're evading my question."
She massaged her eyebrows. "Very well. I believe myself not to be guilty of the crimes I'm accused of. I'm also pretty sure I'm the one who pulled the trigger which resulted in poor Joseph's demise."
"Then why not fight for your innocence?"
"Because, young man, there are fights you just can't win."
He felt his frustration boil over. "If you only pick up cases you're sure to win, ma'am, then you shouldn't have bothered with the case against the central government in the first place!"
For the first time in their conversation, the amused expression on Prosecutor Freising's face vanished, replaced by something harder, colder. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't I?" Machias pushed up his glasses. "How about the fact that this big secretive government case of yours is nearing its statute of limitations? Usual duration seven years which can be prolonged an additional five years. And as it so happens, the resulting duration of twelve years means the claim you want to file for happened around the time the Hundred Days War broke out. In fact, the war started at the end of April 1192 and today, the date is April the 25th, 1204."
Prosecutor Freising stilled. "Did Sara..."
Machias shook his head. "Our Instructor didn't tell us anything, but it's not that hard to figure out. This insane rush to have the murder charge over and done with. Your willingness to take the fall. This smells like a rushed case through and through. And somebody like you postponing a lawsuit so close to its statute of limitations is telling to say the least." He narrowed his eyes. "Your preparations are barely sufficient, aren't they ma'am? This all feels like the final cram session before a major exam."
The prosecutor palmed her face. "When I told Sara you kids are too smart for her, I didn't expect to eat my words this soon." She paused for a moment as if unsure whether to continue. She then said: "To be honest, it was the package Class VII saved from the monster birds which tipped the scale. Without that evidence, the Aulic Council would've abandoned this lawsuit. But before we could go through with it," she gestured to the surroundings with distaste, "this happens."
"Because whoever is pulling the strings is afraid of you." Machias pushed his hands against the glass. "The Aulic Council needs its best prosecutor. That's why you can't give up on yourself, ma'am. If your determination only goes so far, how do you stand a chance once you face the central government - once you face the real deal?"
There was another uncomfortable pause between them, but just as Machias started to muse whether anticipation could actually kill, a chuckle escaped the prosecutor's lips. "My, the naivete of youth is a truly powerful thing. To look at this complex issue with such straightforwardness." She tilted her head. "I envy you, Machias Regnitz, truly."
"What about your trial?"
The Prosecutor closed her eyes. "I've brought charges against so many people, ground so many defense counsels into the dust - and all the time, I was protected by the enormous authority provided by my position. It feels strange to be on the receiving end of an accusation for once."
Machias balled his fists. "There's nothing strange about this, ma'am. Every Erebonian citizen holds the right for proper legal representation, because every person sooner or later runs into a situation when they need someone who's one hundred per cent on their side. Someone willing to stick with them until the bitter end."
He lowered his head. "Please, may I have the honor of being that person?"
"Raise your head."
He did as she told only to catch sight of a tender, warm smile.
"I agree to your proposal. I'd like you to be my defense attorney, Machias Regnitz."
"And you're going to plead not guilty?"
"I'm going to plead not guilty, just like my lawyer so persistently suggests."
Machias felt his smile splitting his face in two. "Then would you also be willing to discuss court strategy?" He scratched his head. "I mean, this is my first case and I need all the help I can get."
She sighed playfully. "I must be out of my mind to have a neophyte represent me in a court of law. Then again, I was also a neophyte once and I certainly didn't let that hold me back." Her smile became a touch menacing. "So, Machias Regnitz, are you ready to endure the most excruciating hours of your life? Once I'm through with you, you'll view the upcoming trial as a blessing."
He straightened his shoulders. "I was born ready, ma'am. Do your worst!"
Prosecutor Freising's smile turned from menacing to downright evil. "Famous last words, young man. Famous last words."
Jusis turned the emblem in the palm of his hand. It was an engraving of the Imperial Stallion, gilded in gold, encrusted with small rubies at the edges. It was prove of the temporary authority granted to him by Sutherland's ruler. He pocketed it.
As expected from Marquis Hyarms, the man always took care to treat others with dignity. Jusis could've been given the Marquis' personal emblem with the Sutherland coat of arms instead. An equally valid way to convey the borrowed power, but it would've also send the message that a scion of Albarea was under the thumb of the Hyarms name.
Jusis sighed. How would his lord father behave in such a situation? He somehow doubted that Duke Albarea could resist the temptation to assert his dominance.
He straightened his ceremonial jacket and peered into the mirror. The cravat looked adequate, shoes were polished, the band with the Kreuzen colors placed across his chest. It was as perfect as it was going to get. Just as he turned around to leave the office, Emma and Fie entered from the neighboring dressing room, followed by the Hyarms head butler. And just like he hoped Emma worked her magic on her petite classmate. Instead of those atrocious clothes Fie wore for Instructor Valestein's so-called scouting mission, violating all precepts of proper decency, she now looked shockingly... normal.
Her wild hair had been tamed. It was brushed to the side and the disparate strands streaking down from her usual hairdo were gathered in a small elegant sideplait. Fie also had make-up applied to her face. The noticeable but subtle touch of an expert, highlighting the girls sharp features and high cheekbones, adding a couple of years to her looks. Her eyelashes were also much more prominent, emphasizing the hypnotic nature of her cat-like pupils. A black blazer with blue highlights and matching skirt of proper length finished the ensemble, making her look like a young, mundane office lady.
Jusis inclined his head. "My thanks, Lady..., no, Emma. You truly worked a miracle here."
"Thank you. But I couldn't have done it without Celestin."
The Hyarms butler bowed. "On the contrary, my lady. All I did was procure the clothes and accessories. The raw materials so to speak. But bringing these raw materials together is solely Lady Millstein's accomplishment." Emma blushed and looked away bashfully.
Jusis glanced at his bespectacled classmate. She needed more self-confidence. Emma had more than enough skills to be proud of herself. Or was her meekness mere pretense? A genius level academic commoner who supposedly came from some backwater village. Her story didn't add up at the beginning of the school year and her outstanding performance thereafter only solidified his suspicions.
No matter. He was neither here to hold Emma's hand if her lack of self-confidence was genuine, nor could he afford to be overly paranoid. Jusis turned his gaze to Fie. Having a former jaeger act as his bodyguard was agreeable, but there could be a hidden boon. Considering how close both women were, he might learn intimate facts about Emma through her.
Either alleviating his suspicions or confirming them. He preferred both to the lack of clarity. If anything, Jusis liked to be aware of exactly where he stood in relation to people around him. Know your place. It applied as much to others as to himself.
"Is this really necessary?" Fie fidgeted in her new outfit.
"Yes, it is." Jusis looked down at her feet. To his relief, he saw brown, polished leather shoes instead of those newfangled sneakers she often wore with her Thors uniform. "You look presentable enough to be put inside a courtroom."
Fie glared at him. "Someone came prepared." She eyed him up and down. "But really... a cravat? Ruffles? Did you haul this outfit along with your military gear?"
"It's the newest fashion in Bareahard," Jusis huffed. "And yes, I hauled it along as you so elaborately put. After all, proper clothes for official events can always prove useful as our current situation shows."
"Sounds like a pain."
He raised a single eyebrow. "Would you enter unknown territory without spare ammunition or a backup weapon?"
The petite girl tilted her head. "Point."
The Hyarms butler stepped forward. "Lord Jusis, is there anything else I can help you with?"
"That was plenty already, Celestin." Jusis folded his arms. "Your reputation precedes you as Lord Hyarms' most trusted servant, but that's exactly why we shouldn't be seen together when court proceedings gain traction. We need to maintain the image of me being independent."
Celestin bowed deeply. "I understand fully, Lord Jusis. Then by your leave."
"In that case, I'll also take my leave," Emma said while performing her not quite as deep bow.
"Are you going to support Regnitz now?" Jusis asked.
She smiled demurely. "That's my intention."
"Then do try to keep his hotheadedness in check. Back inside the Council Chancellor's office, he was a hair's breadth away from exploding. He carries this attitude into the courtroom and his defense will crumble like tinfoil. I suspect that if words of caution were to come from your lips, there's at least the chance of him listening - for once."
Emma smiled sweetly. "I'll keep this in mind, Jusis. But I should probably omit that it was you of all people to offer Machias these words of advice."
Jusis detected a hint of mischievousness in her voice. "Obviously. While aggravating him would work to my advantage, I don't want my victory in the coming trial to be this easy."
"Someone's confident," Fie quipped.
"The cards are stacked in my favor. Heavily."
Emma tilted her head. "In my opinion, finding the truth is much more important than who wins the case. But it would behoove you not to underestimate Machias. He has already surprised us during this field study and I have full confidence that he can surprise us again."
Fie grinned. "Something happened between you two? Can't remember you jumping to his defense this quickly before..."
A slight dusting of red appeared on Emma's cheeks. "I'm supposed to be his judicial assistant for the upcoming trial, so of course I'll do my best to support him."
"Riiiight," Fie's grin became teasing. "Then how about a wager? I bet Jusis will squash him in court."
Jusis raised a single eyebrow. "While I appreciate the vote of confidence, I do wonder: what brought this on?"
The petite girl shrugged. "The prosecutor fired the gun that killed the victim. Doesn't get more straightforward than that."
"I don't think it's appropriate to bet on the outcome of such a serious trial." Emma looked flustered.
"Ten cheesecakes if Machias makes it. My treat."
Emma now started to fidget. "Well, this is quite an offer. And what if Jusis wins?"
"You'll cook the fish nuggets again. I want a whole bucket."
Jusis suppressed his urge to facepalm. "I didn't expect ladies to bet with food of all things."
"What did you think we'd bet with? Money? Toe-paint? Feminine products?"
It quite vexed him that he neither had a smart answer nor a snappy comeback for that.
"Well, it gladdens me to see you surrounded by such outspoken classmates, Lord Jusis," Celestin said. "I can only pray to the goddess that Master Patrick is blessed with similar bonds at Thors."
For the second time in short order, Jusis didn't find any words. The deep care resonating in the butler's voice reminded him painfully of Arnauld. He violently swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I think we shouldn't overstay our welcome," Emma said. "Good luck with your court preparations, Jusis."
"Then allow me to escort you to your destination, Lady Millstein." Following these words, his fellow cadet and the Hyarms head butler left the room with him and Fie remaining.
"What now?" The petite girl asked with her usual bluntness.
Jusis looked her over once more. "You're armed?"
"Sure. ARCUS's ready, guns are inside the briefcase," she raised it for emphasis, "and I also got some knives here." She raised the side of her skirt, revealing a set of throwing knives strapped to her slim, well-formed thigh...
"Never ever do this again outside of an emergency," Jusis said through gritted teeth while suppressing his urge to facepalm for the second time. "This kind of indecent and unprofessional behavior can destroy our credibility in seconds."
She eyed him with bored irreverence. "Don't see how it matters. Aren't you a high ranking noble?"
Jusis pinched the bridge of his nose. Unsurprisingly, the girl didn't understand a jot about his precarious situation as a bastard son nor the intricate relations among the nobility. By Aidios, her ignorance was part of the reason he tolerated her as his bodyguard in the first place. His time at Lokis Military Academy exposed him to enough sycophants and lickspittles to last him a lifetime.
But how to instill in her the importance of keeping up appearances? Image after all, was crucial. Jusis thought back to the siblings Anette and Raby who liked to pester him for reading sessions. While he was loath to view Fie as a child given her no doubt colorful past, there was one lesson the children taught him which he valued above all others: to reach true understanding, both sides needed to be on equal terms.
Was it any wonder then that Erebonian high society with its obsession of rank and status was rife with miscommunication?
"Do you remember our talk about high society and how it's a battlefield of its own?"
The petite girl nodded, albeit slightly.
"The upcoming trial will have many powerful people watching us, nobility among them. And every single weakness, every flaw are as chinks in the armor of the Aulic Council and of Thors. And where there is weakness, be it a single drop of blood..."
"...those watching will pounce?"
"Exactly."
Fie tilted her head. "So what we're doing here is basically bluffing? Hiding our true cards behind deception? Trying to appear stronger than we actually are?"
Not quite how he'd put it, but close. Jusis nodded curtly.
The petite girl seemed to come to a decision. "Roger then. Your battlefield, your rules."
He smiled thinly. "I'm glad we have come to an understanding."
"Whatever. Let's move on."
Their first order of business was to meet with the commanding officer of Sutherland's 3rd Army Battalion Reinwolf. Jusis wanted the soldiers to cover every lead they currently had. The tip given to them by Crow Armbrust of all people lead Gaius' group to Parm, the Spinning Town, and according to Instructor Neithardt the place was currently investigated by the RMP, too. Jusis knew of the risk of jurisdiction friction, but he wanted Marquis Hyarms' own men going over any evidence or witnesses that might be scared up there.
No way in gehenna was he going to leave crucial leads to Chancellor Osborne's elite lackeys.
As expected of a proper military officer, she had already arrived at their meeting place at the intersection between Aulic Council and Veteran Affairs. One glance at her rank insignia and the lanyard strapped to her saber told Jusis almost everything he needed.
"Oberstleutnant Kirsten Dularis," the woman saluted smartly. "I'm the commanding officer of Sutherland's 3rd Army Battalion as well as adjutant to Brigadier General Wallace Bardias. It's an honor to serve under you, special counsel Jusis Albarea."
Rigid, serious and utterly professional. It also didn't escape Jusis' notice that the Oberstleutnant referred to him as 'special counsel'.
His temporary title, therefore emphasizing that any deference expressed was just as temporary. He wasn't familiar with House Dularis and her uniform didn't give him any hints to her actual noble rank, but going with his intuition Jusis estimated her to be the daughter of a count and her house to be a military family of significant if modest influence within the province.
Considering that Brigadier General Bardias was only a baron, the professionalization of the various provincial armies seemed to have caught up to the imperial army, though remnants of the classical retinue system persisted.
"At ease, officer," Jusis said, his voice taking on the commanding timbre he had practiced since he was accepted into the Albarea Manor. "Have you been briefed on the state of the investigation?"
"Only a bare-bones version, I'm afraid."
Jusis suppressed a sign. He didn't expect anything better given how everything was done in a hurry, but it was frustrating nonetheless. "Then the bare-bones version has to suffice, Oberstleutnant. The trial starts in five and a half hours. I want your soldiers at three locations: First, the warehouse for decommissioned equipment, which is the site of the murder. Second, inside Parm to assert your authority over an investigation on sepith smuggling conducted by the RMP. And finally, I want your troops to form a loose perimeter around Parm and to patrol every road that leads from it."
"Which of these three tasks has the highest priority?"
"The third one." Jusis put his arms behind his back to avoid the fidgeting of his hands to be seen. He just knew that this part of his orders would result in raised eyebrows. "Our investigation suggests that there's a material witness to the moment of the murder. The problem though is that said witness either rides or is some kind of unidentified flying object. The current search by Thors' scout platoon places its whereabouts in the general area around Parm."
The provincial officer frowned. "An unidentified flying object?"
"I know this sounds unbelieva..."
Officer Dularis held out her hand. "I didn't mean to express my incredulity, special counsel Albarea. It's just that this isn't the first time I've heard of it."
It took all of Jusis' willpower to cover up his surprise. With each step they took in this investigation, that flying phantom seemed to become more real, more substantial. First a witness statement from a superstitious janitor, then an orbal photograph, now a corroborating report from a highly decorated officer. With the way things were going, it was just a matter of time until that blasted thing would appear before him in the witness stand.
"Could you elaborate, Oberstleutnant?"
The officer glanced at Fie, but caught herself quickly. "As you know, the four provincial armies have been conducting joint military drills for several months now and with the troops mingling, word gets around. The point is, there have been sightings of an unidentified, unnatural locking flying object circling the vicinity of both the Schwarz Drache Barrier in Nortia as well as Juno Sea Fortress in Lamarre. Once might be random, but to have similar sightings at two places of critical strategic importance is... suspicious.
Jusis closed his eyes. Critical strategic importance was one way to put it. Major sites of provincial military buildup would be more accurate, though Oberstleutnant Dularis wasn't going to speak candidly about that topic as long as Fie was present. "Thank you, officer, for providing me this crucial piece of information. But given your knowledge of the matter at hand, I trust you to fully understand the importance of apprehending that flying object?"
"Crystal. Though I need to stress that soldiers on foot won't do much in impeding a flying target. And there aren't any anti-air cannons around Parm, though if the rumors are to be trusted, this flying object is too small to be hit anyway. Only the 1st Sutherland Battalion has aircrafts and they're currently away at Juno for conducting another joint military exercise alongside the 1st Lamarre Army."
In other words, the ace officers of the Noble Alliance Bardias and Le Guin were sticking to each other as if joined at the hip - again. It was another source of incessant gossip among high society, though there wasn't anybody brave enough to confront Lamarre's first female general with the salacious rumors she generated.
Even among Erebonia's finest courtiers, there was the unspoken rule to leave the Golden Rakshasa well alone.
"Simply fulfill your order, Oberstleutnant, by tightening the cordon around Parm." Jusis thought back to Gaius' magnificent falcon companion. "One of my fellow cadets has a promising method of intercepting this flying target." He folded his arms "Do you possess a handheld communicator?"
"Yes, special counsel."
They exchanged numbers and Jusis verified the signal range of the repeaters strewn across the province, which fortunately covered Parm and the surrounding area. He could delegate this to their operator Cadet Sterling, but letting a Liberlian listen in on sensitive official business didn't sit right with him. Jusis was sure that internal army intelligence was watching her closely, but the fact that her role made her privy to all manners of information, while she also happens to be some kind of journalist, struck him as too convenient to not be carefully planned.
"Any further suggestions on how to further optimize this operation, officer?"
Kirsten Dularis shook her head. "Not yet, but that might change once I've got boots on the ground."
"Then good hunting, Oberstleutnant."
She saluted sharply. "Yes, my lord." She then left at a crisp pace.
Fie yawned. "Where next?"
"You could at least try to look busy." Jusis retorted. "Just imitate the office workers running around."
"Yeah, yeah."
As they walked to their next meeting, Jusis watched Fie transform before his eyes. Her sinuous, almost animalistic movements became the dainty, small-stepped gait of a demure, well-bred lady. It was eerie how complete her imitation was, down to the doe-eyed expression she adapted. To his surprise, he found her appearance lessened, despite every bit of education he knew telling him that this was the picture of a proper woman.
Jusis shook his head. No matter. The better she blended into the background, the better she fulfilled her role. From his limited understanding, she probably viewed her actions as part of the mission and went at them seriously as a result.
Their next stop was near Prosecutor Freising's empty office. Once they entered, Hibelle Wagner stood up to greet them.
"Greetings, ehm, special counsel Albarea. How may I be of service?"
"Look at that." Fie quipped. "People left and right rolling out the red carpet."
"Hush, you," Jusis said. He then turned to Hibelle. "Judicial assistant Wagner. Thank you for meeting me at such short notice."
Regnitz's friend from Odins scratched his head. "Well, I'm more surprised you called for me at all. Did I understand you correctly... your lordship? You want me to be the one to provide legal consultation?"
"That is correct."
"But why? I mean, I'm just a judicial assistant. There are lawyers far more competent than me you could call for."
"Suffice to say that I have my reasons. But we're short on time. Keep your questions to yourself until later. Is that agreeable?"
Hibelle nodded hastily. "Y-yes, of course."
"Good. Then let's continue with the first order of business." Jusis folded his arms. "Before the whole sordid mess with the embassy started, Prosecutor Freising ordered you and your colleague to investigate the monster bird attack on the provincial postal service. Are there any new developments?"
"Well, there's Crow's tip-off about the RMP investigation of sepith smuggling in Parm..."
"Already on it," Jusis interrupted. "Anything else?"
There was an uncomfortable silence. "So nothing else." He turned to Fie. "What about you? Care to elaborate on that secret investigation you conducted on behalf of Instructor Valestein?"
The petite girl narrowed her eyes. "So you didn't ask me to pair up just for bodyguarding..."
"I like to kill two poms with one stone. That's all. And I'm not blind to the value of an ex-jaeger watching my back. Now, are you going to talk or not?"
"A-a jaeger?" Hibelle spluttered. He turned to Fie with a flabbergasted expression.
Both Class VII cadets ignored the judicial assistant, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. Fie was the first to relent. "Whatever. It was a dead end anyway, like I already told you."
"Details please."
The petite girl started to talk then. Saint-Arkh's inland port, the information broker, the local black market, the jaeger connection and her conversation with Instructor Valestein about the mysterious combat drug. Meanwhile, the longer Hibelle listened, the rounder his eyes became.
Jusis started to pace. "To be honest, I was skeptical about the jaeger connection when it was first mentioned, but that was when I wasn't aware of your past profession. Are you sure the ostrich attack was instigated by a high level corps?"
Fie nodded sharply. "Positive. Here in Western Zemuria, there are only four corps with this level of sophistication and precision: Zephyr, Red Constellation, Nidhoggr and the Northern Jaegers."
"And about that conversation with Instructor Valestein - you're absolutely sure she said that the North Ambrian embassy is staffed with former Northern Jaegers?"
"Yup." Fie popped the 'p'.
Jusis pinched the bridge of his nose. "Then why in Aidios' name was the North Ambrian embassy never addressed as a party of interest during our investigation? If I didn't know better, I'd be inclined to believe that Instructor Valestein is covering for them."
A painful flicker appeared on Fie's face. "Well, Sara is originally from North Ambria."
"And next thing you're going to tell me that she is also former Northern Jaeger," Jusis said in his most sarcastic voice.
Another oppressive silence fell between them, though it took him several moments to realize the reason. Jusis then palmed his face, for once forgoing the careful image he decided to maintain as special counsel.
By the goddess, it was supposed to be a joke.
"So right now, we're dealing with another conflict of interest." Jusis massaged his eyebrows. "While I'm loath to admit it, the tendency of members of our class to keep secrets close to their chests is backfiring greatly. Our lack of communication is disturbing."
"You're one to talk, what with you and Machias."
"Or you and Laura..."
Fie rolled her eyes.
Jusis took out his ARCUS. "I'm thankful nonetheless. The North Ambrian Embassy could end up a promising lead."
Hibelle raised his hand. "Your lordship, aren't they protected by diplomatic immunity? As far as I was briefed, your right to issue subpoenas doesn't extend to them."
"I'm well aware of that." Jusis said. He then dialed Oberstleutnant Dularis' number.
Dularis speaking.
"Special counsel Albarea. Officer, I have a request."
Yes, my lord?
"Can you spare some of your soldiers in Saint-Arkh?"
You mean those looking over the site of the murder?
"Yes. I think they will suffice." Jusis closed his eyes and raised his concentration. "Oberstleutnant, you know the men under your command the best. I want you to chose soldiers with deep social ties to Saint-Arkh's service sector. Cleaning, cooking, tailoring, construction or building maintenance. Cast a net over everything needed to keep a big mansion going... or an embassy building."
Sir?
"After a discussion with some trustworthy sources, I am led to believe that the North Ambrian Embassy might be a party of interest in this murder case, but as you no doubt know, officer, my privileges as special counsel don't extend there. As such I want you to direct your soldiers to get a hold of every maid, cook, tailor, craftsman or plumber who have set foot inside and rendered services to the embassy. As long as these workers are Erebonian - and I have no doubt most of them are - use my authority to execute as many subpoenas as you consider appropriate."
There was a short pause at the other end of the line.
I can already see why Marquis Hyarms deemed you worthy of overseeing this case. Your will shall be done, my lord.
"Excellent, officer. And don't hold back on roping in lawyers from the Aulic Council for questioning and depositions."
Given Prosecutor Freising's popularity, the true challenge will be not to get swamped by help.
"Despite the nature of my role?"
I have a double specialization as an artillery officer and a judge advocate. The Aulic Council is like a second home for me and especially the younger generation of lawyers here are a bunch of hopeless idealists. Getting a guilty verdict is far less important to them than grasping for the truth.
She paused.
Do you want to find the truth of this case, special counsel?
Jusis didn't even have to think about it. "Yes."
Then be assured that the full power of the Aulic Council will be at your disposal. So long then.
"Godspeed, officer." They disconnected.
"Instead of assaulting the fortress directly, you instead go for its secondary support." Fie tilted her head. "You're pretty good at this."
"If I weren't good at this, all the authority I was endowed with would go to waste." Jusis turned to Hibelle. "Judicial assistant Wagner, let us continue to the second order of business, namely..."
The office door opened violently and all gazes were drawn to the person entering, her presence being neither expected nor welcome.
Jusis felt the premonition of a bad headache incoming. "Lady Katerine Fugger from the Judicial Accountability Inspectorate, correct?" He said in a voice as smooth as butter. "Is there something you need?"
"There is indeed, Cadet Albarea. It concerns the fact that you were chosen to prosecute the embassy murder."
Jusis narrowed his eyes. "Is there anything you need clarified then, Inspector? If so, then make it quick. I'm on a timetable so to speak."
"Then I won't beat around the bush. I want you to hand over the case." The woman then flipped her hair as if to emphasize her point.
One big serving of headache, just as ordered.
"I was given a task by the ruler of Sutherland Province Marquis Fernand J. Hyarms. I also agreed to see said task through to the end." Jusis intonation became frosty. "A noble is only as good as his word and as it so happens, I gave my word."
The woman sighed. "Let me be frank. You're only an officer school cadet barely of legal age. This case is a professional's job and it's also exactly what the Accountability Inspectorate was created to do given the Aulic Council's clear conflict of interest. I've even talked with Council Chancellor Linquist and he agrees that my position is perfectly suitable in taking over." She turned up her nose. "So I implore you, cadet, let me do my job."
Jusis cursed silently. It became abundantly clear now why both marquises were so eager to hoist the responsibility on him. For a brief moment, he was tempted to simply spoil their plans and do as the Inspector commanded. But then again, the Fuggers were some of the most unpalatable noveau riche in the Empire. Almost as fantastically wealthy as the Reinfords, but with delusions of grandeur, thinking that money was all it took to become part of the nobility. Disgusting.
"Denied." Jusis turned to Hibelle. "Judicial assistant Wagner, concerning the aforementioned second order of business, please guide me into Prosecutor Freising's office. I need to have a look at certain... documents." He turned to leave.
"Don't you dare ignore me, Jusis Albarea!" The woman spoke, her voice nearly a shriek.
Jusis pulled out his ARCUS and made a show of looking at the time. "I don't like repeating myself, Inspector Fugger, but as I mentioned, I'm on a timetable. And last I checked, a bunch of bought law degrees doesn't make one qualified for complex murder investigations either."
He then focused his gaze on the insufferable woman while directing all his pent-up frustration at her. "Furthermore, there are some... interesting coincidences surrounding your presence here. As far as I know, the Judicial Accountability Inspectorate is still in its early stages as an institution. It should by all accounts be more concerned with recruitment and training. Despite that though, one of its core members makes a detour to Saint-Arkh, where she just so happens to be in the perfect position to support the Aulic Council in a legal crisis concerning their star prosecutor. Additionally, you were also present inside the carriage carrying critical evidence addressed at the selfsame prosecutor which, by happenstance I'm sure, gets beleaguered by vicious monsters."
The woman's face became as pale as a sheet. Pitiful. She wouldn't last five minutes among proper noble courtiers.
"Correlation doesn't equal causation, Inspector, but don't think for a minute you're above suspicion. My right to issue subpoenas also includes yours truly."
"Is this a threat, Cadet Albarea?"
"It's a warning. And for the immediate future, you will address me as Special Counsel Albarea. I think we can all agree that it is crucial to know our respective places. It is only by observing our proper roles in society that our proud Empire runs true and just. Now if you will excuse me."
They left the office leaving a fuming Inspector behind.
"Learn some less fancy words and you'd be a good trash talker," Fie said.
Jusis smiled thinly. "Is that an essential jaeger skill?"
The petite girl smiled. A rare sight. "You bet it is. The boss was a real pro at it."
Hibelle pushed up the rim of his glasses. "If I may speak frankly, your lordship?"
"Go on."
"Even if Inspector Fugger isn't allowed to prosecute the case, she still wields considerable influence in our current situation."
He narrowed his eyes. "How so?"
"For one she could appoint herself as an overseer of the trial to determine if due diligence is observed in resolving any existing conflict of interest. I fear that she might hinder the proceedings by insisting that every aspect of the trial is done by the book."
Jusis could easily imagine that. "Duly noted. Thank you for the warning, Judicial Assistant Wagner - and please, use my current title of special counsel."
"Y-Yes, of course."
Prosecutor Freising's office was guarded by four soldiers. And given their ranks, all of them were equipped with tactical orbments. The moment they saw him, they all saluted before waving him through. On Jusis' insistence, both Hibelle and Fie were also allowed to follow.
Unlike the first time they visited this room, there was a sense of foreboding.
"Stand where you are!" Fie commanded.
"What..."
The moment Jusis took his eyes off her, she was already closing every curtain in the room while always taking care to remain in cover.
Hibelle looked bewildered. "What's she doing?"
"Protection against sniper fire, I guess."
"Ja. There are some really good sniper spots on the opposite building. I don't sense anyone, but better safe than sorry."
Jusis nodded. "That's why you're the one watching my back."
Fie turned towards him with a surprised look on her face. "Thanks."
Remarkable, how a single word of thanks sounded more earnest than the flowery words of gratitude muttered by fellow nobles.
With all curtains closed, there was an oppressive dimness inside Freising's office, which was dissipated when Fie switched on the orbal lights.
"So, what are we doing here?" The petite girl asked.
Jusis turned to Hibelle. "Taking a look at Prosecutor Freising's documents. And hopefully, judicial assistant Wagner will guide us."
Hibelle swallowed. "So that's why you asked for me explicitly..."
"Correct. I can't squander time looking where everything is. Will you help me?"
"You could simply order me to do so, special counsel." Hibelle looked clearly uncomfortable.
Jusis folded his arms. "I'm well aware that I'm asking you to breach the trust your superior has put in you." He closed his eyes and then bowed before the judicial assistant, albeit only slightly. "Please, I ask you to trust me that my actions serve the spirit of Erebonia's highest court. Nothing more, nothing less."
Hibelle bowled over. "Wh-what, please stop. STOP! There's no need to bow before me, my lord. I mean, what..."
Jusis straightened himself and stared at Freising's assistant, who still had to get his breathing under control.
"Fine, FINE! I understand. By Aidios, to have a member of the Four Great Houses bow before me, this... fine. I'll help you."
"Thank you for your cooperation." He nodded in acknowledgment.
"What's so interesting about a bunch of papers?" As if to emphasize her point, Fie yawned again.
Jusis arched an eyebrow. "Are you not the least bit curious about that package we so painstakingly rescued from the ostriches?"
She paused. Then slowly, a smirk crept up her face. "You know, this whole authority gig has its perks."
"I had an inkling you'd ask about those documents, special counsel." Hibelle ran his hand over his sweaty forehead. "I'll bring them in a second."
The prosecutor's mahogany desk was soon covered with portfolios bound in shining black leather, several of them embossed with the emblem of the Central Ministry of Finance in Heimdallr. Jusis straightened his cravat and opened the first folder.
He was neither surprised to see that the portfolio contained a ledger nor was he startled by the stamp denoting the information as classified. He smirked. Finally, he might reach some clarity in this confusing case. Perhaps he might even find a clue to how everything was connected to the Remiferian embassy or the deceased Joseph Sagitarus. Until now, a possible motive for murder hadn't been explored yet.
The first thing to attract his attention were the astronomical sums written down. Given his position Jusis wasn't a stranger to large amounts of mira being moved, but these were the kind of sums only handled by upper nobility. After he finished his cursory inspection of ledger number three, another commonality jumped at him: most of the numbers dealt with capital gains taxes implying gigantic exchanges in stocks, bonds and other financial assets.
Jusis rubbed his eyes and looked at his companions. Hibelle stood some distance away, looking at the ledgers as if they were monsters in disguise. Obviously, he considered the classified information within the folders too hot to handle. A sensible attitude if anything. Fie had become bored the moment they looked over the first ledger. To make herself useful, she instead stood sentinel over the office, her hands never far away from her hidden weapons.
He opened ledger number four only to see more of the same, though the numbers became even more ridiculous. At this point it became clear that the assets moved were fractions of Erebonia's gross domestic product. To get an even clearer picture, he'd need to pin down exactly when these documented taxes were collected, which in turn led him to the next commonality:
Either the 1st of April or the 1st of July, 1192. Every single capital gains tax entry in these ledgers were collected without fail on these days, the beginning of the year's second and third fiscal quarter, meaning that the corresponding asset-exchanges all happened during the first half of the year 1192.
A shiver ran down his spine. This was not a coincidence. The first shot fired by the Imperial Army to start the Hundred Days War was either the end of April or the beginning of May 1192. It all fit together like a puzzle.
Jusis took the sixth ledger as if in a daze, his mind running at several hundred selge an hour. As he opened the document, he was confronted with a different set of financial data. It took him some moments to realize that these were subpoenaed records from the Heimdallr Bank, the largest financial institution in Erebonia.
The data was a little more difficult to parse than the tax records, but there were various annotations on small pieces of paper pinned to these classified records. And once Jusis understood the gist of them, his blood turned to pure ice.
A bond issued for 1.4 billion mira with the Kalandis gem mine located in Auroch Canyon as collateral. A mine the Albarea House had held stewardship over for centuries.
An enormous sell-off of Reinford stocks to purchase the southern part of Vestia Great Forest, a strip of land long contested between Nortia and Kreuzen - or more accurately between father and Marquis Rogner.
And in-between these major transactions were rows over rows of further suspicious stock purchases with sums so gargantuan that the only possible issuers were either the Imperial Treasury or one of the Four Great Houses.
Suddenly, the possible involvement of the Northern Jaegers added even more ice to his already frozen veins. After all, they were the corps most often hired by influential nobles of Kreuzen, Duke Albarea among them.
I believe this job is tailor made for a young upcoming noble like you. A job that will show the world your outstanding prudence, integrity and honesty.
Those were Chancellor Linquist's words when he was given his newfound authority. Prudence, integrity, honesty. Qualities necessary for proper noble conduct. Jusis thought in his limitless naivete that the above qualities he strove to embody were to be tested in court only. But with the damning documents he held, he saw himself confronted with a test far more dire.
He came here to substantiate the prosecutor's guilt. But what he found instead was evidence which pointed said guilt back at himself. Back at the family name he venerated and cursed at the same time.
Jusis clenched his fist. Damn those two marquises.
"...basically using septium dye as a cover for smuggling. Got everything, firsties?"
Laura felt her gut churning. She had gone into this field study with high hopes, the tension with Fie notwithstanding. The Arseid school put great emphasis on practical application and judging from what Thors had thrown at her, she expected Class VII's so-called 'Special Operations' to be a valuable experience.
Reality ended up betraying and fullfilling her expectations in equal measure. Saint-Arkh was a cultural treasure, a city teeming with history's splendor. Their official tasks were remniscent of bracer jobs, which was another pleasant and welcome surprise. The monster fights they got embroiled in put her skills to good use and watching that duel between two practitioners of the famed Eight Leaves hardly left anything to be desired.
But all the good only made the bad stood out in stark contrast.
Arson. Murder. Political tension. Monsters repurposed as an assassin's blade. Contrived plots and conspiracies, deceptions and half-truths. Even the very real possibility of a traitor among their midst.
A smuggling racket like the one Crow just explained shouldn't rattle her this much, except that it did. Badly.
Was there no place in Sutherland, no corner of this field study safe from the corruption of dishonorable - even immoral - conduct? Parm was a place she had fond memories of from the few times she visited the hallowed Vander training hall, nestled within this pictoresque and peaceful village.
But right now Laura couldn't help but feel that this unblemished image developed some noticable cracks.
Did your research also turn up what my corps did during the guild bombing incident? Like how Cassius Bright cooperated with Zephyr to smoke out the Jester Corps in Sutherland?
After their confrontation at the very beginning of this field study, Laura had made her own inquiries about Zephyr. As much as she considered jaegers a distasteful topic, her experience at Lokis showed her that said distaste wasn't shared by quite a big fraction of her fellow nobles. It was something talked about in hushed tones and behind closed doors, but using hired muscle to do the dirty work while keeping the family crest clean was a distressingly common practice.
It also meant that noble classmates were a rich source of information about jaegers. Friedel Gueldenstern, her former upperclassman who tried to recruit her into Lokis' fencing club, proved to be very knowledgable on the matter, explaining to Laura the basics of the power dynamic between Western Zemuria's elite jaeger corps and Zephyr's role within.
It seemed though that Friedel's primer barely scratched the surface.
My boss hated terrorist bombings.
Laura looked around her, taking in the sight of the charming waterwheels moved by Parm's pristine streams. It was a sight that should've calmed her spirit. A soothing vista that was supposed to cleanse the canvas of her soul.
But since when had the world become so gray?
"I really feel like kicking myself," Instructor Sara muttered. "After you found that sapphirl solution, Crow, I tried to investigate this angle by shaking up the usual black market channels in Saint-Arkh's harbor district. I mean, that's where jaegers usually buy the stuff. Never thought they would get it from Erebonia's famed Spinning Town instead."
Laura narrowed her eyes. She distinctly remembered how Fie excused herself from Team B's activities for about two hours to run an 'errand for Sara' as she called it. In other words, it was Fie who performed the actual investigation with their combat instructor covering for her, unaware of the fact that the petite girl had already outed herself as a jaeger.
Deceptions over deceptions.
Crow put his hands on his hips. "Well, because I'm awesome, I already asked the RMP about any big illegal sales for water septium solution. Aaand apparently there was - an order of 0,5 cubic arge, enough to poison those birds twice over."
"Good work," Sara gave him a thumbs up. A ripple went through their group and even Laura felt a rise in her spirit. After all the dead ends this finally seemed like a solid lead.
"If I may ask," Gaius spoke up, "what's so special about septium solutions?"
"They're pretty difficult to make for one," Alisa said. "You can crush septium until it's powdered and throw it into water, but all this will do is piling it up as sediment. That's called a septium suspension which is useless for the most part. But if one adds powdered septium into water while conducting orbal energy through it, the mixture turns into a liquid with properties similar to chemical solutions. The process needs a lot of energy, because water is a bad conductor for orbal currents. In addition, the energy wave frequency also needs to be adjusted depending on the kind of elemental septium you want to make soluble."
Gaius nodded. "Thank you for the explanation, Alisa. But why go through all the trouble then?"
"Because septium solution is far, far more biologically active," Sara answered. "Jaegers feed the stuff to specially bred hunting animals to cause targeted mutations, turning them into military monsters. It's a delicate process and takes lots of experience."
For a moment, Laura was reminded of the unique properties of Lake Ebel and how her regular swim sessions might've influenced her body beyond just building muscle and endurance.
"So those ostriches were treated the same way as these military monsters..." Rean mused, while stroking his chin.
"Except they were overdosed until they became feral," Laura finished. She folded her arms and blew a strand of hair from her face. "Well, this makes at least one mystery solved."
"Who's in charge of the RMP investigation?" Sara asked.
Crow shrugged. "A Major Engels or something."
"Oh great, one of Claire's most trusted underlings."
Gaius raised his hand. "Isn't Major Rieveldt of the same rank as Major Engels?"
Instructor Sara made a throwaway gesture. "On paper yes, but Miss Icy Maiden has a direct line to the Blood and Iron Chancellor. There are situations when her authority exceeds even that of the RMP's nominal leader Colonel Siegmaier."
"This sounds like something you know from experience," Rean said, his expression thoughful.
"You don't know the half of it, my wunderkind." The instructor's ARCUS started to ring.
"Yes, Valestein speaking? Ah, hello Fie." She furrowed her brows. "What? He's doing... YOU TOLD HIM WHAT? But... oh you take this back right now..." She paused. "Did she just hang up on me?"
Laura exchanged a look with the rest of her classmates only to see her own uncertainty reflected in their eyes. This didn't sound like the usual abrasive banter between their wayward instructor and Fie. The bluenette thought back to her own conflict with the petite classmate. Was another rift forming within their group?
Their instructor was shielding her eyes. "I swear by the goddess, this girl will be the death of me. As if this day isn't crazy enough already..."
"Trouble in paradise, teach?" Crow asked.
"When is there no trouble?" She groused. "Well, seems like our newly minted special counsel wants to throw his weight around. Fie just warned me that part of the Sutherland's 3rd Battalion is inbound to Parm. They were ordered to take over the sepith smuggling investigation from the RMP."
"Did Jusis issue the order?" Gaius asked.
"You bet he did," Sara hissed. "Crow! Major Engels, right now! I want to interrogate that smuggler before all hell breaks loose. Afterwards, I'll try to prevent both forces from eating each others faces. Alisa, Elliot, you're with me!"
Laura stepped forward. "Gaius, Rean and I will visit the Vander training hall then?"
"Yeah. Tell whoever's in charge that the bulk of the 3rd Battalion were also assigned the mission of finding that flying object. Try not to step on each others toes." Their instructor turned to Gaius. "We'll be relying on your falcon companion."
The Nordian nodded. "The moment we've narrowed down the search area, I'll put Zeo to the task."
"Good. Let's move then, kids. Time's running out."
Alisa and Elliot waved them goodbye. "See you guys soon."
"And good luck catching that UFO, firsties," Crow added.
Rean scratched his head. "UFO?"
The second year winked. "Unidentified flying object. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. Much better than putting our mouths into a twist. See ya."
Laura watched the group move toward Parm's railway station. Things truly were moving fast - too fast.
"That was... something," Rean said. "Anybody know the way to the Vander training hall?"
She shook her head to get out of her daze. "Follow me, please."
It was a short walk that passed over in a flash with Parm's surroundings streaking at the edge of her conciousness. There was a mix of trepidation and anticipation building inside Laura, for the sturdy building they arrived at was familiar on two levels: it was a place she visited once in the past. But far more than that, the sense of familiarity came from its similarity with the training hall her family owned. Despite obvious differences it felt as if she'd set foot back home again. The anteroom with the Vander name and coat of arms proudly displayed, the changing rooms for men and women on the flanks with cries of exertion resounding from the centerpiece that was the sparring area.
"Put more power into your footwork," a powerful voice could be heard. "The Blade Dancer technique is all about generating power from the lower body!"
"Yes, master!"
Even if Laura didn't recognize the voice, there would be no doubt whom it belonged to by process of elimination.
"The atmosphere of this building is intense," Rean murmured.
Gaius nodded. "I agree. The air inside here fells like it's crackling with energy."
The bluenette looked back to the two young men. "There is no need for hesitation. An active sparring hall welcomes all visitors... and challengers."
Rean smiled at her words. "If there's anyone in our class with the authority to assert this, it'd be you, Laura."
"I would hope so." She returned his smile with her own and then pushed open the door.
As she thought, the place wasn't operating at capacity with only three students doing form training inside the ring. But Laura's eyes lingered only a moment on the initiates before being drawn to the master of the hall, a tall woman with long cerulean hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall.
Aurier Vander, the second main instructor of the Vander School.
The woman raised her hand, signalling the students to stop their training. She then glided toward them without even the slightest up and down of her upper body. Zero bobbing, zero dipping, her walking motions concealed by the long skirt she wore and the elegance of her demeanor fit for a royal banquet. Laura felt both Rean and Gaius stiffen at Aurier's approach, clearly recognizing the hidden danger of any person able to move like this.
Laura was sure that for the Vander matron, this exceptional level of body control came as natural as breathing. She stepped forward with elation and performed a bow.
"Lady Vander. I greet you as a representative of the Arseid School and as part of Thors officer school Class VII. It's an honor to be here."
Aurier pressed her hands together. "Laura! It's so good to see you again." She chuckled. "And you've grown so tall. I barely recognize you."
"It has been a few years, though I still remember your guidance as if it was yesterday."
"Telling an instructor that her teachings stayed with her student is very high praise. I don't remember you to be one for flattery, Laura."
"It's not flattery if it's simply the truth."
The Vander matron laughed in delight. "As straightforward as always." She turned to Gaius and Rean. "And to have a disciple of the Eight Leaves and an honored guest from Nord as visitors." She performed a curtsy. "Greetings to you. I am Viscountess Aurier Vander, Instructor of the Vander School of Swordsmanship. I welcome you in these halls."
Rean hastily bowed back. "The honor is all mine. Rean Schwarzer. I didn't expect the Stormwatcher herself to receive us."
Gaius put a fist to his heart in the way of the Nord people. "I'd also like to echo the sentiment of my classmates. Thank you for this warm welcome. My name is Gaius Worzel."
"It's the least I can do. Especially for a person the Vander family is indebted to." Aurier tilted her head. "Gaius Worzel, my dear brother-in-law told me a lot about you."
"I hope only good things?"
"Only good things," she answered. "If you have time in the future, please visit the Vander home in Heimdallr. We will prepare a feast for you; a small show of gratitude for the one who saved Zech's life." A murmur broke out among the disciples and Laura turned to her classmate in astonishment. She wasn't aware the Nordian had rendered such a deep service to one of Erebonia's most famed generals and swordmasters. "Let me declare that from today on, every Vander will call you friend and our doors will always be open for you."
"And be assured that anyone bearing the Vander name will always find a seat at my people's fireplace, as it has been for centuries," Gaius replied, his demeanor full of dignity.
Aurier's eyes shone brightly. "And thus, the covenant between our people is renewed."
The murmurs among the disciples became louder and Laura felt as if she looked at the Nordian with new eyes. Rean seemed as if he expected this development though. Right, they were former classmates from Baldurs.
"This feels like watching a repeat of history," the black haired swordsman said with a big smile on his face. "I'm honored to bear witness to this."
The Vander matron giggled. "Oh, there's no need to turn this into a spectacle, Rean Schwarzer. We Vanders simply honor our debts." She clapped her hands once. "But we are short on time, or so I've heard. As much as I'd love to treat you as honored guests, duty comes before pleasure."
Laura nodded sharply. "Aptly put. We were told that the Vander school has been helping the search efforts for object 'White Ghost' since this morning?"
"Correct. Marquis Linquist contacted me yesterday evening, though it took until today to prepare a proper search party and alert the villagers."
Gaius stepped forward. "Have you found anything, ma'am?
"About that..." She turned to the main door, a motion which Rean mimicked at the same time. To Laura's surprise she sensed a gaggle of Vander disciples entering the building a few seconds later, followed by them barging into the training hall after a short delay.
Seemed like she still had a long way to go when it came to honing her perception.
"Master! We found something!" A young woman with short brown hair spoke up, rushing toward their group with a visible bounce in her steps. She then stopped abruptly. "Wotcher! We have guests here, cool. And swordfighters at that! Hey, who are you, what are your names and whoa, is that an eastern blade..."
"Katja, breathe!"
"Oh right, sorry master. Okay, breathe... inhale, exhale."
Laura couldn't help but tilt her head. This Vander disciple seemed quite special. It felt like she had too much energy inside her which she didn't quite manage to expend. Very charming though.
"Now, Katja, please give us your report."
She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes master. So get this, just when we returned from the western road, my folks from the farm called us up. They work the fields east of Parm and they actually saw this freaky white thing."
"When was this exactly?" Gaius asked.
"My uncle and big bro just told us a minute ago, but if you mean when they saw that thing, it was probably about one or two hours earlier."
Rean stroked his chin. "There's the possibility that flying object already moved on."
"Even so," Laura spoke up, "it's unlikely luck will grant us such a chance again. I say we seize this opportunity."
"I agree with Laura," Gaius said. "Zeo can easily cover the sector east of Parm. Let's take this shot."
"It seems you've already made preparations. Would you like to elaborate?"
"Gladly, Lady Aurier. But right now, each second counts. We need to move outdoors. Once outside our plan of action will become clear."
"I understand." She raised her voice. "Disciples of Vander, we move out!"
"Yes, master!"
As their group left the training hall in good order, Laura saw Aurier grab her signature weapon, the eastern naginata. Rean eyed the armament with great interest, which didn't come as a surprise, but he held his silence.
Gaius was the first to leave the building. While the other people were slowly trickling out, the Nordian raised his hand and put his index finger and thumb into his mouth. Before Laura could wonder what this gesture was for, she heard a shrill whistling sound which was answered by a piercing shriek. She had seen this magnificient creature before. The falcon who watched over the duel between Rean and Arios just like Gaius did. Nevertheless, its majestic figure was a sight to behold as it landed on the Nordian's broad shoulder.
"Wow, this is so cool!" Katja cried out.
Laura smiled and continued to watch Gaius and his companion. Bird and rider seemed to communicate silently but a few moments later, her classmate raised his arm which pointed east. "Zeo, it's hunting time."
The falcon answered the words with another powerful shriek. A mighty battlecry, a sound which transcended the barrier between species. Laura understood now that she was in the presense of another esteemed warrior.
Zeo the falcon took flight shooting toward the direction of the Agria Gorge like an arrow loosened from its bow. And as she looked at Gaius, it felt like she was watching one of the legendary companions of Dreichels and Saint Sandlot come into being.
"This was most impressive," Aurier Vander praised.
"What do we do now?" Rean asked.
Gaius chuckled while gesturing to the stables. "We try to catch up."
Millium was bored. And hungry. And bored.
She had been circling the area around Agria Gorge for hours now, but it seemed just another big nothing-burger. Except for trees, rocks and grass. Boring. The analysts had puttered around like excited chickens, assuring her there was something cool to find.
Like, three disturbances in Parm, Celdic and Raquel popping up at the same time might totally just be a coincidence, but Claire said something about a 75 percent chance the incidences were connected and Lechter's instincts were tingle-tingly, too. Not that there was much input coming from him what with the jerk getting all the fun in Crossbell.
Boo! He better bring her the Mishi plushy he promised or there will be some raring righteous retribution to pay. Yes! Like letting Lammy sit on him for an whole hour...
That will teach him for foisting the boring jobs on her.
Millium flew another circle only for her impatience and frustration to boil over.
She wanted something exciting to happen! Like the stuff she saw in Saint-Arkh. Now that was suspence pure. Aaand totally suspicious. And confusing. But it was only because Lechter told her to make the detour that she got to watch such a juicyly gruesome scene. Seriously, his hunches were far often on point than what entire teams of intelligence analysts came up with. What did Gramps keep all these chumps around for anyway? Stupid deskjockeys who treated legwork like a contagious disease, sending field agents like her on wild goose chases.
To be fair though, she didn't really do any legwork most of the time either. Millium looked down on her legs which were freely bouncing in the air. Did it count as legwork when she rode Lammy all the time? No! If anything, this should be called Lammy-work! Something to teach these office drones the next time she visited. Might as well learn something useful for once...
Hmmm, perhaps there was a reason Gramps didn't fire them. They did produce all these dossiers he read so voraciously during what little spare time he had. Millium sometimes pestered him during his reading sessions which he always indulged with that strange smile she couldn't place. Though pestering Gramps lost it's charm after a few times. The dossiers were utterly dry. Like just endless columns of personal data about this guy and that gal. And she was still traumatized from tasting the black sludge he called coffee.
It smelled good, but Millium knew better. A seductive scent to lure in the unaware, but the moment one drank this hellish concoction, the bitterness struck the tongue like the biggest, baddest Lammy-giga laser ever. Gramps chugged it down like water, but Millium was sure he either had all his tastebuds already burned off or he just liked to punish himself.
Still... Gramps was cool. He had a wicked sense of humor that most people didn't understand, which was a little sad but... oh well.
Like they had this competition going on about who could jump scare people the most. Of course, her awesome party trick of making Lammy appear from nowhere never got old. The cries and googled eyes and indignant cursing were sooo much fun, but Gramps wasn't a slouch himself. His classic was to simply walk up to people and start talking to them as if he knew them. Calling them by full name, mentioning their professions, what their current plans were; all to make clear he totally knew their lifes down to the tiniest details. Combined with his super megaphone voice and it never failed to scare the pants of random people.
But what made even Lechter bust his guts laughing was when Gramps did the same to the intelligence analysts. Nobody was sure how he did it and even Claire hadn't figured it out, but as far as Millium was aware they didn't write any dossiers about themselves.
Of course he turned this little riddle into another homework, but Lechter will probably figure it out first again. Cheating cheater who cheated.
Just when she decided to do another round, she heard a piercing shriek. A shriek that sounded uncomfortably close. The small object passing her was fast, carrying with it a biting gale. The next thing she knew, she was sucked into a turbulence and lost her hold on Airgetlam.
It took Millium a few moments to realize that there was nothing separating her from the distant ground. It took another second of delay for her stomach to catch up on the fact that she was in free fall.
The air buffeting her face and hair, the weightlessness of her body, the sheer exhilaration of watching the landscape embrace her.
Diving was SUPERCOOL.
"Wooohooooo!" She cried out in joy as gravity pulled her ever closer to her demise. Fortunately, she still had enough self-preservation to decide that becoming a Milli-pancake was not a desirable option.
"LAMMY, catch-up!"
She felt the dematerialization of her soulmate, felt how it's essense travelled at lightspeed until it was tethered to her again. It then materialized, engulfing her in its gentle embrace, cushioning her from the free fall while slowly bleeding out speed. When Lammy returned from its spherical to its regular form, Millium was hovering only a few dozen arge above an outcrop of the Agria Gorge. She heard another aggressive shriek and recognized the silhouette of a bird.
So that was the evil villain who attacked her without provocation? Millium saw the bird describe an elegant arc. It then dived at her.
A challenge? Hah! She deepened her connection to Airgetlam. The familiar feeling of belonging to two bodies at once, overlapping within her conciousness. "Bad, bad birdie, get LASERED!"
The Variant Beam flashed out like an arc discharge, a white hot needle inscribing onto the blue sky. The evil birdie dodged her attack though, swaying to the side as if it was the most natural thing in the world, followed by another swoop and swerve.
This time, Millium was ready for the aggressive wind gusts conjured by evil birdie. Lammy pulled up the barrier resulting in the air blades bouncing off like a squirt gun shooting at a duck.
"Get him, Lammy!"
Another Variant Beam, another miss. Her enemy was too small and agile. But she'd shoot it down even if it was the last thing she did.
Millium hovered down to the rocky outcrop. She stretched out both arms, then splayed her fingers, felt how they became elongated. She then dug into hard stone, followed by pulling at empty air and solid substance at the same time, ripping out two pieces of rock despite holding something and nothing in her hands.
The evil birdie attacked a third time. As answer, Millium drew the power of earth from her tactical orbment, channeling it into Lammy. Two pieces of rock became infused with amberl energy making them pliable, unstable, dangerous. Millium punched and Airgetlam mimicked in kind, two lightning fast punches that broke the stones into pieces. Countless sharp rock fragments were pushed forward in two massive cones the likeness of shotgun discharges.
To her surprise her opponent simply weathered the storm of rock projectiles. Its entire body became wreathed in glowing turbulence, a miniature tornado that sliced through the air. Millium was again forced to raise the Lammy-barrier, but this time even her awesome force field took a dip in its power level as the evil birdie tore at the edges.
She narrowed her eyes. Why was she never told that animals could be this badass? Pah! It seemed that to grasp victory, Lammy had to use its most powerful, secret special move.
Just as Millium was about to undo her limiter, she saw companies of riders coming at her position from two directions. She looked up and saw the evil birdie circling above her, it's flight menacing and taunting, as if daring her to gain altitude to escape this predicament.
Was her opponent part of a hunting party? Millium did observe army cavalry following at her heels today, but didn't pay it much mind what with horsies having no chance to ever catch up to Lammy. Of course the situation was much different now and while she could still use her super special move to eradicate that flying menace, it would leave Lammy too weakened to immediately flee into the air.
The riders were fanning out and she saw several figures dismount and moving towards her position at great speed, jumping up the rock wall in great leaps that marked them as upper tier fighters. The riders at the rear took out scoped rifles which they promptly aimed at her.
Wowie. Seemed like she kicked up a hornet's nest. Millium took out her shiny ARCUS and dialed the emergency number. She then put the device back, hoping that the special transmitter did its job.
As she turned around to her pursuers, she came face to face with six persons: the tallest of them stood out with his sharp features and dark skin, carrying both a warbow and a cross-spear at his back. Then there was a blue-haired lady with a sword as long as she was tall, her expression intrigued, followed by a black haired guy with a curved eastern sword. Millium didn't know him, but she came across enough intelligence files to know that people carrying such swords were usually trouble.
The other three women were all persons of interest she knew from their individual dossiers. Viscountess Vander, the Storm Watcher, Brigadier General Bardias' adjutant and the Purple Lightning, A-Rank Bracer.
No way was she giving these people the slip.
"Seriously," the woman with the moniker of Purple Lightning started, "finding her here almost seems like watching a photograph come alive. I still had my doubts whether the shot was simply a dud." She shook her head and then continued to stare at Lammy. "What in blazes am I even looking at?"
"I share your sentiment about the photo, instructor," the blue haired lady said. "But reality can't be denied. It seems we owe your friend much gratitude, Rean. Oh, and Zeo of course, who did most of the work." She glanced at the tall guy and then looked upwards.
Millium snorted. So she suspected correctly. And that evil birdie was called Zeo? Strange name.
The black haired guy scratched his head. "The simplest way to thank Rex is to pose for his collection, though I'm sure he already asked you, Laura." He then turned toward her. "I don't even know where to start, so let's keep things simple: who are you?"
"And while we are at it," the provincial officer interjected, "what is your affiliation, child? What is your purpose here? And finally, what were you doing at the Schwarze Drache Barrier and Juno Sea Fortress?"
Oops, that officer knew about those missions? Millium put her hands behind her head. "Weeelll, that's kinda a long story."
"Is that so?" The Purple Lightning drawled. "First time I heard about these escapades at major sites of provincial military build-up." She threw the provicial army officer a gimlet eye. "So that's why you were so keen on cooperating with us, Oberstleutnant."
"I think we can all agree that this... child is a person of interest in several regards." The uniformed woman replied.
"Person of interest indeed," The Purple Lightning continued. "You know, I have a question of my own, kiddo. How come you're carrying an ARCUS?"
Crap, she saw?
The three youths Millium didn't know all turned to the bracer in shock. "She uses an ARCUS?" The black haired guy cried out.
"I thought these devices were exclusive to our class only?" The tall dark-skinned guy said.
Ohhhh, these people belonged to that experimental class Gramps told her about.
"Ditto, Gaius," the Purple Lightning said, "which leads me to the conclusion that this kiddo here has friends in very high places." The woman furrowed her brows. Then she looked her and Lammy up and down followed by palming her face. "Oh, please! Don't tell me YOU are 'White Rabbit'?"
Busted. No wonder the intelligence goons said bracers were big trouble. All Millium could do was laugh awkwardly while watching the others regard her with either confusion or animosity.
Lechter soooo wasn't going to like this.
A/N: Full disclosure - Millium's mind is a scary, scary place.