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Chapter 50
→ Azerlisia Mountains / Ainz
It had taken Ainz roughly seven days to get near Feo Jera, due to Zenberu slowly regaining his memory. But once he got closer he realized a few problems on his own part.
One, he was an undead. This meant they would probably distrust him. Hiding it would only postpone the inescapable.
Second was that Gondo wasn't here, thus there was none who could vouch for him.
As it was probably evening he ordered the column to erect a camp and then to rest. Shalltear went to the task with Aura and both did what he ordered without any complaints.
As all began to settle he got the daily reports, which Albedo brought in person, including some 'personal' time.
After Albedo and Shalltear leaned against him Ainz began to read the reports. It had truly been a shock for him when he read Arachamas alliance with the Firebeards a few days back. The subduing of the Skaven was a bonus on top of that, though Demiurge's new pawn had posed a small problem for a short while. But, as Demiurge put it, with enough compelling arguments she was convinced to remain loyal. They even got a map with the network the Skaven had, at least which her clan knew existed.
To say that this network was extensive was an understatement. From the reports given they had tunnels leading to practically all corners of the world. From Roble Holy Kingdom to the Draconic Kingdom. From the Argland Council to the south of the former Slane Theocracy. All greater cities were reachable with this. And all those tunnels were now at Nazaricks disposal. Demiurge was ecstatic and already made plans involving them.
The Lizardmen under Cocytus were thriving and loyal towards him. Carne was already growing in numbers and it seemed that the culture there was changing drastically. Going from purely farming to also training and drilling. E-Rantel was also growing well beyond pre-war numbers, thanks to the politics of their neighbors. Even renowned magicians and adventurers had settled, most interesting for Ainz was Blue Roses in that regard.
Demiurge was now relegating his assignment in Roble to one of his subordinates, who would also take over as Jaldaboath. This was mainly to give Demiurge the time needed to have a closer look onto the Skaven. Especially the magic, which the leader of the Skaven, Bubonica, used intrigued Arachama and him. But more interesting was Skavenhaven itself. While it was largely ruins upon ruins, Arachama was sure, in retrospect, that it once was a guild base. But that was to be researched. But Ainz, after reading the reports from Demiurge, understood why she thought that way.
Mare had finished his assignment easily and the brigands were in the tender care of Neuronist Painkill, which delighted the depressed information gatherer. She was depressed, as the Skaven, sent by Demiurge, were too easy to break. Now the dark elf was guarding the sixth floor.
Albedo meanwhile was working in regards to the bureaucracy of his kingdom and onto the destruction of Re-Estize. Ainz thus decided to hold back there. What he knew was that Arachama was preparing a new pawn and that she was quite eager for the fulfillment of her design.
As Ainz finished his thoughts and the last reports, Albedo and Shalltear began to stir.
"So it is already morning. I think I can fulfill one part of my promise to Gondo today, but I will need some help…" Ainz thought and placed the reports in the box, in which Albedo brought them.
"Arachama?" he asked, using "Message".
"Yes?" an angry hiss came back.
"I will need your help today…" Ainz began.
→ Arwintar Nazarick-mansion / Arachama
Arachama, as far as she was able to, relaxed over the last three days. The other two and a half were pure terror for her, as Zesshi had indeed fallen ill, to the chagrin of nearly every denizen of the mansion. But luckily Zesshi recovered and everything turned almost back to normality, with a few more cuddles in between, but that was to be expected under these circumstances.
She had taught the children further, which culminated in Arche learning "Summon: Hornet", a tier 4 summon, which summons a gigantic hornet the size of a forearm. This accomplishment brought Arche a big hug and a long cuddle session. Kure and Ure meanwhile terrorized Yuri, who was only a proxy by now. Ninya and Tuare were growing under the care of Enti, which was good in Arachamas books.
But Arachama wouldn't go anywhere without her egg in a baby basket, which she had built and made comfy herself. Usually the egg would also be covered in a woven blanket, made of arachne-silk.
Right now, as the children were still asleep, Arachne hummed to the egg and smiled by herself. She was in heaven when she was interrupted by Monga. Slightly sad, she kissed the egg and went to her room. Once there she changed into more formal clothes and used "Gate" to get to Nazaricks sixth floor.
It only took her five seconds to find Mare, as he was reading in the Colosseum and jumped into a bow as she arrived.
"G-good m-morning, Lady Arachama." Mare greeted
"Good morning, Mare. I have an assignment for you and am sorry that it is on such short notice. " Arachama apologized and Mare immediately shook his head.
"N-no problem." Mare promised and Arachama grabbed him in a bearhug.
"Thank you." Arachama smiled and used "Gate" again to 'The Forge'.
As soon as she stepped through the portal she smelled the coal and metal, which the dwarfs were working on. The hammering of hammers on anvil was heard and the colors of fire flickered on her face. Warm pressure embraced her as she stepped through the building of the Firebeards.
It took her a few minutes to reach their main building, where one of the elder runelords was teaching younger dwarfs about runes. She recognised an almost drooling Gondo, whose eyes rivaled the fire in the forges.
"That is why we have three runic alphabets. As Gondoric invented the other two for offense and for protection." The runelord finished, pride evident in his voice.
Amazement was in the children's eyes as they puffed out their chests, remembering their ancestors. The elderly signed for them to take a break and turned towards her.
"What can I do for you, ally?" he asked.
"I have great news for your clan and an idea. Could we get the council ready, dear friends of Nazarick?" she inquired.
A smile answered her.
"Of course." came the answer as he led her towards the chamber. Once she was seated the children were sent to the council members, who appeared soon after.
"What great news brings our ally today?" the oldest asked.
"My close and trusted friend, Ainz Ooal Gown made two promises to Gondo Firebeard. He feels confident that he can fulfill one of them today, if he gets the help of clan Firebeard. He would also ask to get help in negotiations in regards to the northern dwarfs." Arachama smiled.
The elders looked unbelieving of the news and glimmered in regards to her words.
"So he is close to Feo Jera and the Great Rift?" Gondo inquired.
"It seems to be the case." Arachama nodded and tumult broke out.
"Gather the throng."
"We need to get him back."
"What are we waiting for?"
All those were shouted and the elderly shot out of the room to gather warriors, runelords and runesmiths.
Meanwhile Gondo looked towards Mare.
"Who might she be?" Gondo asked.
"That was another thing I wanted to discuss with the council…" Arachama replied, observing a paper falling to the empty floor.
"I see." Gondo replied, getting his notes to learn.
After roughly an hour the throng was ready to beat anything up that was standing between them and their goal.
"Looks like the presence of Mare will wait for the time being…" Arachama thought as she saw the anger in their eyes.
"Monga, can you cast a "Gate" into my mansion?" she asked over "Message".
"Of course," he replied, confusion in his 'voice'.
"Ok. I will cast "Gate" to my mansion. My friend is also casting "Gate" from my mansion to his location close to Feo Jera. I Mare will go first to show that it is safe. I will be the last, so that it doesn't close." Arachama explained and casted.
The portal appeared, though much larger than before. Mare went through and the, in the beginning, careful dwarfs soon followed. It took them roughly half an hour before the last member of the throng, Gondo, came through, followed by Arachama.
She saw almost all of her mansion's denizens in the foyer, looking flabbergasted. The only one missing was Zesshi, though Arachama was sure that she knew where she was. Enti and Ninya meanwhile looked as if they had heart attacks.
She entered the second portal and arrived at a peculiar sight. Gondo talked ecstatically with Monga and Zenberu. Zesshi herself was close by, getting hugged from behind. The Firebeards, though, were still a bit wary, most likely due to Mongas' race, but that was to be expected. But they were more engaged in talks about the spell and possibilities to recreate it with runes.
Carrying Zesshi in an inescapable bear hug she got closer to Monga.
"I brought the cavalry." she smiled and Mongas eyes diminished for a few seconds.
"I saw that." he replied as his eyes re-ignited.
"I can't wait to get to the great rift." Gondo smiled, as two runelords came closer. She recognised them as members of the council.
"So this is our ally?" he inquired.
"Indeed. I wasn't sure how you would have reacted and thus asked my closest friend here. I hope that isn't a problem." Monga began.
"It isn't. But now we need to get the ancestor. He was away for far too long." the runelord remarked.
"Great-grandmother as well? He wanted to stay close to her." Gondo asked.
"That wouldn't be a problem." Monga promised and the convoy, now reinforced by roughly 5000 dwarfs, continued.
→ Re-Estize / Renner ←
Renner awoke early to prepare everything needed. Luckily, Lady Albedo, on the orders of Lady Arachama, was visiting her regularly. Despite Renners expectations, she got along with lady Albedo quite well. But that was mostly due to their shared interest, though Renner envied her superior and hoped for the best.
She was daydreaming when Climb knocked.
"Come in, please." Renner answered and Climb opened the door.
"Princess Renner, your brother, Prince Barbo wants to meet you in an hour." he reported.
"Thanks. I will be there. Could you do something for me?" she asked, using her trained mask.
"Of course, Princess Renner." Climb answered.
"Great, I reserved the garden for today. Could you prepare the table, as it is so heavy?" she asked, knowing it would occupy Climb for the time needed.
"Of course, Princess Renner." he replied before closing the door and running off.
Renner continued to prepare the table and finished it as quickly as possible.
"I am ready for lady Arachama." she spoke to a spider before bowing towards the direction where lady Albedo would usually appear.
As it was normally, not even a few seconds later the angelic voice of her superior appeared.
"Good morning." she said and Renner looked up.
"Good morning, lady Albedo." she responded before filling Albedo's cup.
"We are ready for the next step." Albedo smiled, as she seated herself.
"That is good. I can't wait to go away from this hellhole." Renner sighed.
"As you know, it is underway. The replacement is also briefed. You might want to rapport on a dwarf in E-Rantel." Albedo threw in.
"As an example? Or to provoke my dear brother?" she inquired.
"It is your choice. You know the goal that you need to achieve." Albedo shrugged.
"Was there really a dwarf?" Renner asked, for her own curiosity.
"There will be one, I believe he is called Gotrek Softhand? He is on his way and will be in E-Rantel in the next few days. Thus it is close enough." Albedo answered.
"Interesting." Renner nodded along.
After the important bits were communicated, lady Albedo and Renner talked more about their respective love interests, though lady Albedo gave Renner tips while Renner exchanged stories in return.
It was close to an hour when lady Albedo left and Renner cleaned the table. Once that was done Climb knocked on the door.
"Come in, please." Renner responded and Climb opened the door.
"Princess Renner, the table is prepared to your liking." climb reported.
"That is great, Climb." Renner smiled.
She moved towards the office, which was now used as Barbos office. As she came closer she could smell alcohol and frowned.
The door was open and the smell got even worse.
"Ahh, dear sister." Barbo nearly sang, before burping.
"Can we get this over with?" she asked, holding her nose shut.
"Of . Just give damn info." her brother laughed. A bad odor came from his mouth.
"What info?" she inquired.
"Any danger to my kingdom, you sl**." Barbo snarled.
Renner was flabbergasted and thought about turning on her heels. But the mission was important and thus she inwardly sighed.
"The dwarfs are thinking about forming an alliance with Ainz Ooal Gown." she reported before leaving.
"I will need to stay in my room for some more time." she decided.
→ Azerlisia Mountains / Arachama ←
It took only half an hour when the convoy reached a deep rift, which Gondo referred to as the 'Great Rift'. Mole-like beings attacked the only bridge over it, which was defended by dwarven warriors.
Seeing this the Firebeards immediately got into the offensive. Longbeards formed a shield wall and the oldest runelords positioned himself right behind them. He drew some runes with his own blood onto an anvil, which he had thrown before himself. A swing of the gigantic warhammer followed and grumbling shook the cave.
The defenders as well as the attackers looked towards the Firebeards.
Warcries filled the air as suddenly the attackers on the ground were impaled and stuck to the roof of the cave.
"Quagoa scum!" Shouted the runelord and continued to move forward, as the other dwarfs hurled insults at the dyinging enemy.
"That is runecraft?" one of the defenders asked, shock still in his voice.
"Yep. Now get me some ale." came the reply.
Some of the other runelords were now observing the rift and another chaos ensued, as a runic array was found. Scribes sprinted to the finding and wrote it down. Afterwards chaos ensued as everyone wanted to take a look.
"Look at this marvel."
"Truly a masterpiece."
"Are those eight runes? That is worthy of the ancestors."
"If he isn't in the ancestral throng…"
And other outcries were heard.
Meanwhile the leader of the defenders came out and talked with some of the dwarfs. During all of that Monga, Gondo and Arachama stared down the rift.
"How deep do you think it is?" she heard Aura whisper to her brother.
"I-I dont k-know." Mare replied.
"I have an idea." Arachama smiled as she summoned a 'Corner Spider'.
Monga looked at her.
"I once read that some spiders used their silk as a parachute." she grinned and gave the corner spider the necessary orders.
"So you want to use your 'Hivemind'?" he inquired.
"How else am I going to cast "Gate" down there?" she answered.
"We could use "Fly"." he answered.
"True, but it wouldn't be as safe." she replied.
Meanwhile the 'Corner Spider', after getting a kiss by Arachama, gave a military salute and jumped backwards into the abyss.
Arachama observed the fall through her ability for roughly an hour, until she felt as if she was suffocating. Air did not enter her trachea nor her lungs. Then a black void filled her eyes as she glanced at the ground of the rift.
There was a single corpse, mummified and clotted with blood all over the corpse's clothes. The beard was still, with the exception of the blood, in pristine condition and reached further than the dwarfs feet. The eyes, despite being void of life, still showed defiance and fiery battlefury. A smile was on the corpse's face. The corpse looked as if it would stand up any moment.
"Aracha?" she heard and shut her ability off, just as the void filled her view completely.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Are you ok?" Monga inquired, as he checked her over.
"Yes. Sadly only you and your summons can go down there. The spider did suffocate. But the body we searched for is still intact." she reported and Monga nodded.
"Can you cast "Gate"?" he asked and she fulfilled his request.
Once Monga was gone the dwarfs looked at the portal, holding back tears and excitement.
It took a few minutes until the two death knights, carrying a stretcher, came back through the portal. On the stretcher the corpse was prepared, as if it was ready to be buried.
Immediately sobs broke out and the dwarfs cried in agony, as Gondo confirmed it to be Gondoric.
Over time the Firebeards calmed down and looked at Gondo.
"We still have to get my great-grandmother." he sighed as he looked at Monga.
"Of course." Monga agreed and casted a "Gate" to Feo Raidho.
A large group of runelords followed the two, while the rest waited and talked with the defenders.
Soon the runelords returned with a coffin and a tombstone.
Silence filled the throng and they stared at the bodies of their two kin. Not long after a new "Gate" was cast, to allow the bodies and the largest part of the convoy to return to the forge.
→ Karak-Ar-Araz / Ironspine ←
After another council meeting, which was somewhat bearable, Ironspine continued on with his day. For that he walked towards the forge to inform the council of the Firebeards and to get to know his nephew.
But as he got closer the feeling of dread crept up his neck and shook his spine. The first sign that something wasn't right he found immediately. The forges, where the fires kept burning, were extinguished. It was, comparably, cold and dark.
The second was the number of dwarfs within the forge. It was almost as if roughly a quarter was missing.
As he got closer to the clans council chambers he found an open portal and observed many dwarven warriors return home. With them were stretchers, one carrying a coffin, the other a body. Ironspine immediately recognised it and began to cry. It was one thing to hear that your kin died, another completely to see the corpse. This shock sat deeply with him and he would later be found by his wife, completely drunk and his beard soaked in tears.
→ Azerlisia Mountains / Arachama ←
It took some time, but the majority finally returned to the forge. As the "Gate" closed she stretched herself a bit and sighed.
"The dwarfs will need time to calm down and rest." she thought to herself as she observed some of them still crying.
So the convoy rested for a while.
Monga used this time to talk with Aura, Mare and Shalltear. Arachama meanwhile hugged Zesshi, who got depressed by seeing one of her favorite allies being devastated. Zenberu just talked with some dwarfs.
After roughly an hour the defenders came out to talk with the group, when their leader seemed to recognise Gondo.
The Firebeards had calmed down and were looking towards the defenders.
"We invite our kin into our holds." the leader of the defender promised and the runesmiths and runelords lowered their hammers and shouldered their anvils.
Monga stepped towards the defenders, which tensed up.
She placed an arm onto his shoulder and smiled towards the commander of the defenders.
"Good day. We are here to speak with the ruler of this place." she promised.
"Then we better bring it to the council and the oathgold." the commander answered and let the convoy in.
The Firebeards followed Gondo towards his home and, as she later learned, ransacked it as they took everything. Everything as in every small brick and speck of dust was loaded onto a beast of burden. But that didn't affect Arachamas day at all, except for a snicker that evening.
Meanwhile Arachama, Ainz and the other companions of Nazarick were in the main building of Feo Jera. It wasn't decorated, except for a red carpet. There were eight members in a council and they all mainly observed her. Some of them were interested, others seemed to harbor open distaste.
Then the oldest runelord of the convoy, who was also a council member of the clan Firebeard, entered. He carried a mug and sipped from it, as he glared at the leading body of the northern part. The white colored beard reached the ground with every step, the scars on his face grew larger, as did their shadows, the further he got closer. With an angry plump he sat down, taking another sip of ale. Once he drank enough, as far as she knew to forget the slight against his clan, the negotiations could begin.
"Feo Jera, I am Belegar Klinkabearer, of the clan Firebeard. This is lady Arachama of Nazarick, an ally of clan Firebeard." he introduced and much tension went out of the situation, as Arachama saw many breaths leave the lungs of the dwarven council.
"First we shall thank you for assisting our forces at the great rift." One of the council sighed and bowed slightly towards Belegar.
"Hrmpf. No problem. We are kin, even if we have different priorities." Belegar nodded and took another sip.
"Allright, you wanted to talk. How can we help you?" another council member inquired.
"We wanted to reintroduce you to the southern kingdom and to negotiate a trade agreement. I understood in my brief time that you don't trade with runecraft, but I also heard rumors in Baharut about your trade with precious stones…" Arachama smiled.
"That is true. We mainly export rubies though. But what can you offer in return?" one replied, he wore the attire of a smith.
"We can offer food, coins and other resources, which are rare underground." Arachama answered.
"Hmm. It is tempting. But we would demand something in return…" One of the more skeptical dwarfs returned.
Before anyone could react Belegar stood up.
"We should leave. Except for Gondos' things and the bodies of our ancestors, this was a waste of time..." Belegar snorted, a glare of disapproval shot towards the offending dwarf.
"I can hear them out, though I thank you for your offer, Belegar." Arachama answered and said dwarf sat down again, taking another, much larger, sip of ale.
"What would that condition be?" Arachama inquired.
"We lost one of the most important holds, Feo Berkhana, two centuries ago to the ice dragons. If we could get them back…" insinuated the dwarf.
"We would get your loyalty?" Arachama asked.
Chaos erupted for a short while, before a hammer was slammed onto the ground.
"You demand the recapture of an important hold and then have the gall to deny your loyalty? You are incapable of clearing your own grudges? Do you even think about what you say? If Gondoric would have heard this." Belegar hissed.
"I nearly forgot that the grudges are a dishonor, which needs to be settled. A decade long grudge is something terrible to them. But so are debts… I understand where he comes from. By capturing and giving back the settlement for nothing they would dishonor themselves if they give nothing in return. But they don't want to lose their independence either." she thought.
"But I think I have an idea. Monga promised Gondo." Arachama remembered and smiled.
"If you don't want to lose your independence, then clan Firebeard will take all they rightfully own from Feo Berkana. The ice dragons will be ours to deal with as we see fit. Any objections to that?" Arachama proposed.
It took the tension out of the room.
"That is more agreeable." One of the council sighed, he was a bit rotund for a dwarf and wore a chefs hat.
Belegar meanwhile looked at her, a crooked smile visible for her.
"Sadly Gondo will have an important appointment this evening, thus you move out tomorrow morning, Monga? How long will it take to get to Feo Berkana?" she asked.
"It is three days to the west." a council member described.
"Good. Monga, remember the meeting in four days. Cant let the emperor wait and embarrass my dear Arachne." Arachama smiled and left the room in a hurry, scooping a desperate Zesshi up before leaving. Belegar followed patiently, probably having enough of this, for him, dishonorable place.
It didn't take long to find Gondo and the rest of the Firebeards. They had enough of Feo Jera and soon Arachama used "Gate" to transport them back to the forge. This time without giving Enti and Ninya a heart attack.
→ Karak-Ar-Araz The Forge / Gondo ←
It was a hard day for Gondo. First was the recovery of the rest of his positions. He now knew they were lower quality than what the forge provided, but they were his. Either through his own blood and sweat or by heritage.
But the worst experience, just shy behind witnessing his great-grandfather's death, was to actually see the corpse of his father figure. On the other side his father figure could finally rest at the proper place. By his kin. By his wife. By his ancestors.
But for that to happen, there needed to be a funeral.
The evening was closing in and he sat in his room, looking into the fire, that seemed to try to cheer him up. Then he heard a knock.
"Com' in." he answered, wiping his tears away.
Arachama stood in the door and entered.
"I know it can be hard. Can I help you somehow?" she asked and Gondo looked at her.
Suddenly she gave him a hug and the young soul gave in. Tears swept over his face and it continued for a while.
Even later in the evening another knock came and ripped him out of his state of mind.
"Come in." Gondo answered, his voice still wavering.
Ironspine entered. Red cheeks looked towards him as he walked into the room. Another dwarf followed, wearing a comparable formal dress.
Arachama nodded and left.
"Gondo…" Ironspine began, but the voice cracked for a moment, before the female dwarf nudged him.
Ironspine took out a warhammer. It was nicely crafted and Gondo could already tell, thanks to the runic array, that it was made by his true father.
"This was made a long time ago. My brother and I defeated an earth-leviathan. He crafted it and gave it to me before he left 205 years ago. I promised to return it to him when he is back. Sadly I can't give it back to him. But I can give it to my nephew." Gongrimm told him and tears welled in his eyes.
Gondo felt his own tears well up as both fell into a hug and cried together and drank ale.
After a few short minutes they caught themselves.
"Can you tell me some stories about him?" Gondo asked.
"Of course. My wife Grolli can as well." Gongrimm introduced and the other dwarf in the room nodded.
Not long after they cleaned up and left the room to the main plaza of the clan. Two caskets were on a single stretcher. Ten of the sturdiest longbeards stood beside it. The moods were a mixture of anger and depression.
Not long after they were there the procession began. The longbeard took the stretcher and carried it on their shoulder. No voice sounded up. Only the sound of steps filled the forge. Even the fire, which seemed to always lick the shadows, was silent. Gondo knew this was a special occasion.
The entire clan marched towards the graveyard, where the ancestors would await the new arrival to join the ancestral throng.
Silence filled the air as the caskets were lowered into the ground, and slowly molten metal was poured over them, as it was tradition. Fire burst into the sky as more and more metal was poured. Only the fire breaking the silence.
After another hour the ground was sealed and a rune was used. The entirety of the metal was now formed into two small balls, which were picked up and handed to Gondo.
"You are their last descendant." Belegar told him and pointed towards a gigantic gem, which he already saw on his first day. Many smaller balls were just beside it.
Gondo got closer and, with a feeling that it was just right, placed both of them beside each other to the rest.
"May you rest, knowing that your heritage survived." Gondo promised in his thoughts.
He returned and received many hugs, handshakes and condolences from the others.
Just as Gondo was ready to leave, Belegars' hammer thundered.
"Today we pray for our dead hero, nay, ancestor. But today we prepare to settle this grudge. May the quagoa pay in blood." Belegars voice echoed and all Firebeards agreed, stretching their hammers towards the roof. He couldn't wait to meet with Ainz Ooal Gown again tomorrow.
→ Close to Surshana-Shrine in Wyvern Tribes ←
A single bicorn galloped through the dark night. Dark purple flames filled the air at its maine, breath and hooves. The rider, a headless horseman sat upon it, nothing able to shake the riders will. A large sword was fastened in its sheath, at the side of the bicorn. Meanwhile the head was carried in the hip of the rider.
Large, pillarlike mountains stretched towards the sky. The wyvern, as they were not nocturnal, rested. It was just loud enough, not too quiet and not too loud. Just like the rider liked it. Once he got closer to a, for him, special pillar, he scratched a pattern onto the ground and cut his hand. Black blood fell onto the pattern and purple miasma came from it.
Suddenly a door opened and he dragged his bicorn inside. Inside there was a bedroom, a bathroom and a library. He immediately dispersed the summon and placed his sword onto the table of the library. Once finished he continued on towards his goal.
"The true history, nope. My notes for some rituals, nope. Ahh, there it is. The bloodlines. Let me see who is still alive." he mumbled under his breath.
He carried the masterpiece, a self updating book towards another table. He had created it and with one of his pawns helped connect it with the book of the black scripture. It always collected names and listed who they were related to.
He looked the six names up. Alah Alaf, Kikotenshin Nekonyan, Surshana, Nekomimi, Leman Russ and Naotsugu.
"Alah Alafs brood were Clementine and Quaiesse Hazeia Quintia. One is dead and the other is most likely dead." He concluded.
"Kikotenshins line died against the Eight Greed Kings. Leman Russ brood died at the capital a little ago. Leading a hopeless attack, just fitting." he continued while grumbling.
"Naotsugu's line finished when the last heir was killed in a coup." he remembered, crossing the name from a note.
"That only leaves Nekomimi and Surshana. What?" he counted down and glared at the paper.
The lines between both of them intertwined two times. One was between these two and another time was just before the current generation. Three names stung into his eyes. Antilene Heran Fouche.
AN: I hope you had a great time. If you enjoyed the chapter, please leave a comment/ review and until next time.