Ch 13, 2 Merry, 2 Men

I will say, there is something to little towns having great deals that the big cities just can't match. This one girl sold me a pie for the same price I paid in that other kingdom for a loaf of bread.

Given the circumstances we should've been in the capital by now, even though I knew it wouldn't be a good look if we turned up late. Though it turned out that Chris happened to be quite a well known local celebrity from how his horse got swarmed by civies at every town we passed. Even he was starting to look a bit aspirated at all of the attention that his appearance had garnered, "Need some help?"

He was swamped with kids with stars in their eyes, and plenty of their mother's who had more than polite interest in theirs. More like smoldering lust if the way one mother was vigorously clutching his hand in gratitude. Chris practically pleaded for his life with the discreet, yet distressed look that he shot my way. It was quite the comical sight to outsiders, a poorly disguised noble that was slowly getting buried by commoners as I enjoyed an outdoor breakfast from the little cafe nearby.

Could I have bailed him out? Probably, but it had been months since the last time coffee made sweet love to my lips. So he would have to wait.

You see - Chris (the absolute genius that he was), had gotten tired of being the center of attention the instant that we arrived in a new town. We would come riding in on a convoy, and people just meandering around how previously had nothing to do. As one is so often plagued with boredom in this day in age, and the dastardly effect that winter tends to have on most outdoor activities.

So he had come up with this brilliant idea to speed the whole process up, patent pending of course. To go ahead of the convoy, and link back up with his troop once they got through town without him leading the procession. Why he didn't just make an announcement that he had to urgently meet with the king, or some other bullshit was beyond me.

Course I wasn't going to let him eat dirt, even if his plan hadn't been planned out with the full considerations. That being Chris was an absolute milf magnet, and he either proved to be oblivious to or ashamed of. He never brought it up, so it could go either way in my mind. When I slipped his boys my own plan, they seemed to share that universally patented 'look' when one of the guys we're about to make a mistake. Essentially it boiled down to, 'Wait for a bit. Go into town and pass us by while Chris has his hands full. We'll catch up.'

The roads out in this part of the country are not paved, not with packed dirt or gravel. It's not salted, and from past experience the wagons tended to get stuck a lot when we traveled down paths where the snow had melted. The well worn nature of a rural town made bringing an extensive convoy down yonder a real pain if we didn't take out time with it.

A walk in the pack this was not, I mean in comparison to the last shitty. . . three months it had been a pretty chill few days of travel. One would think we could just, like, go around you know? But the countryside was even more heavily wooded than it had been across the southern border we departed from.

Realistically though?

All of this planning had only served to save an hour, maybe two hours of overall travel time. We were going to have to deal with these sorts of delays at some point after Chris's father had offered his son as an escort. Just came with the territory.

Unfortunately they didn't actually have coffee in this cute little town, and instead I had to settle for their local blend of tea. So long as it had caffeine, I was happy and more than content to leave Chris to the mercy of 'local hospitality'.

Admittedly it felt nice to travel without having to constantly jump at every shadow, or have my heart race when one of the kids accidently stepped on a fallen branch. It was a nice break, and I was intent on savoring the time I had left.

Don't get me wrong, I love the girls. As much as they stress me out along with the wolves, trading a few gray hairs was worth it if they were safe.

But I'm a grown ass man, and raising a couple of kids wasn't in the ballpark of skills that was under my belt. Especially if Burni was starting to show potential to grow her magical potential, she would need a dedicated teacher who was more experienced than I. They needed help that I simply wasn't equipped to provide, and Edel seemed to have a plan by the sounds of it. I didn't know the whole story behind the literal dungeon that I'd found the twins in, and petitioning a foreign king for aid would probably be a good place to start.

Chris had jumped at the idea, supporting it vehemently over the dinner we had held while Edel had a conversation with his father that happened faster than I could follow. I had gotten better at the local language, but I wasn't anything close to keeping pace with a native speaker.

So long as we kept building distance between us, and the capital city that I had found them imprisoned in was good in my book. I didn't really care about much else aside from maintaining a low profile.

The large chunk of my magic that had returned since the skirmish, and with which I had been testing out some of my less combat oriented techniques. At this distance I could feel the convoy making their way through the central plaza, receiving distorted thoughts and muddled emotions from the hounds. Restricted to sit still within one of the wagons with the girls until we got out of town. Though I chalked up the sense of interference up to distance than my own weakness, and that assumption came from my bruised ego.

"Alright," I dropped a pile of gold onto the patio counter immediately upon spotting a young woman's hand wandering a little too low for my liking. While the sight of Chris utterly floundering at the attention made for a good show, I wasn't interested in becoming a pimp.

"Sorry y'all, but we have work to do. The troop will leave us in the dust, and there is evil to be dealt with yet."

Playing up the theatrics for a crowd wasn't something that I had trained for, but I figured that Chris's switch from a rod up his ass to a slight slouch was a good thing. Though my interruption did stir the beehive; Chris had words ready to placate them, "Apologies [Adolf, I had] forgotten [the time]."

"[And thank you for yours, everyone! [I] endeavor [to serve you all to the best of my] abilities, [and to meet] Sothis' expectations [of one] befitting [my] station."

There were still some with a sour look on their faces, but that was mainly reserved to the young boys with stars in their eyes, and a few older women glaring at me. Not that it would break the grasp I had on his shoulder with my 'broken' hand. I simply wouldn't be deterred, and admittedly. We were going to start being late if we stayed for much longer, but we weren't in any rush just yet.

Chris looked a bit frazzled after the whole ordeal, gladly taking the pastry that I'd saved for him to placate the annoyed look that crossed his face. His collar had been pulled off center by the same woman who had gotten a bit handsy with him, "[You] couldn't [have] gotten [me out of there] earlier?"

"What am I to do when you had a look that said you were happy with it," I wasn't being coy, he had been enjoying himself at the start when it had been largely restricted to the initial gathering. Random passerbyers were elated to meet him before the news had traveled so far that people intentionally traveled out this part of town to see him, "You need to learn how to use a firm hand with them."

This had been more genuine when it started, and they had been honest with their intentions back then. But eventually we started to get people who clearly wanted something from him, for good or bad.

"[It's not that] simple," A tinge of irritation still colored the words he spoke to me, releasing an exaggerated huff while he readjusted the cap on his head. Kinda looked like a story book character with the pose he took while he made his speech, "[The] people [here know me by] reputation, [and I will not] disappoint [them]."

I'm sure that he had said something dramatic and noble, but I neither cared for his delusions of grandeur. Nor would I stand idly by like the rest of his cohorts and support such a line of thinking.

Bonk!

"[Ow]!"

Kinda wished that I had a newspaper to roll up and smack the moron with, but I settled for a light tap on his forehead with my closed fist. My question was rhetorical in nature but he was obviously baffled by the turn of phrase, "Can you suck your own dick a bit less?"

"-[what]?"

He was left flustered and stuttering, coming to a stop while he openly gaped at me. I just rolled my eyes at his reaction, shifting through the few stalls in this sleepy town's morning market. There wasn't much on display with the spring just starting to break the hold that winter had. We'd have to wait a little longer for business to spin back up again, something that I imagine Anna was eagerly awaiting.

Hmm, if I ended up staying here for another year and lived to see another winter that would be something to plan around.

Chris just blew me off once he got out of his stupor. Speeding past me with a practiced aristocratic gait that betrayed the inviting posture he had possessed with the commoners. A few of the merchants who had been trying to garner the noble's attention became disappointed once he left. Unlike the others, one woman with ginger hair made a token gesture to beckon me forward, but I don't think she expected to make a sale. Fortunately, there was something interesting enough to catch my eye.

I wasn't keen on befriending a fae in the beginning, but owing one a debt was something even less desirable. A position that was only made worse by my lack of employment. So seeing her trident shaped symbol plastered over another intricately forged silver scale was hard to ignore, "How much would it cost me if you were to sell that scale to me?"

Easiest 200 'marks' I had ever spent.

Christopher Von

I had only ever been to Fhirdiad a handful of times in my life, usually accompanying my father for some festivity that the king was hosting. Though there had been some mention that they might start bringing such gatherings back. Especially after the final dregs of that damn plague had finally subsided enough for the rules around the border to have loosened up.

Fhirdiad's actual city was still beyond us in the shadowed valley, resting under the combined protection of the Fraldian mountain range and manmade structures. Seafaring visitors would've born witness to quite a sight to behold, but those traveling by land would have to pass by a lot of farmland before reaching the city proper.

The grand fortress for which the city gained its namesake was an intimidating sight, and I know Ashe would've loved it. Probably ask me if he could climb the damn thing, and force me to keep a constant eye on him.

He had no obligation to speak with us, as our house didn't have the same weight as house Fraldarius or Gautier. Even my efforts to improve things in the southern territories were a recent development, with nothing amounting close to this meeting.

My company was far more well behaved on this visit, though I had to hold myself back from looking for my father. Three years now, and being the one ultimately in charge never sat well with me regardless of how long my men spent under my command. I don't think that I would ever truly get used to it.

Speaking of my subordinates, looks of utter awe at the fortress were a common sight amongst those who had pledged their fealty to me. A look shared by one, Benedikta Von Hresvelg, that looked more at home on her face than the fearful one she normally bore. Her sister, Edelgard, was far more reserved as she held a more pensive expression at our approach.

They were an odd trio, and had I not been there to bail them out as a Purifier attempted to seperate them from their escort. I would've been hard pressed to believe their claims even after Edelgard revealed their true identities. As low as my opinion of Grégoire Von Varley was before, I hadn't thought that he'd go so far as to intentionally target the Emperor's own children.

Rhea would have much to answer for, offering the church's own Purifiers to the Empire. But that would have to wait.

"Lambert is a good king," A pair of silent knights swung the huge doors open, polished wood shining by the light pouring through indicated panes of stained glass. The church's influence on the kingdom could be seen more clearly once the door slammed shut behind us, leading Edelgard to flinch at the sound. Even I didn't like how much Rhea had pushed to transform the fortress into a glorified cathedral, "If nothing else comes of this, our pleas will not go ignored."

Intricate banners featuring various houses or knightly orders line the hall, and the royal crest was held aloft behind his majesty's throne. One had to admit though, the beautiful murals and sculpted stone artwork was at least worth every mark that the church spent. It was gaudy, but my contacts in the industry had figured it had cost them anywhere from 25,000 to 200,000. And the more I saw of it, the higher the actual price in my head went.

"That's not what I'm worried about," Edelgard swallowed a breath as we came to a stop, it was just the four of now. I had waved off my subordinates so that they'd be ready to leave on a moment's notice. She stood the furthest from us as her sister still clung onto Adolf, "But thank you."

Now normally a whole procession and record would've been made of this arrival, but the King's Court was technically closed still. Had we come before him whilst the initial outbreaks the formalities might've buried my brain. The whole disaster had taken a lot out of all of us, but the King had softened up in recent months, and some suspected he had taken a lover. A bunch of baseless accusations in my opinion, but that's just how people are I suppose.

Some had critiqued the king for his arrogance in keeping a light guard in the palace proper. I had meant many of those dispatched to aid in the crisis, but our combined efforts could not stall the progress of a plague. His own strength made a honor guard redundant, but that did not mean he was left unprotected even now. I sympathize with the others with me who would have to face his aura for the first time, few things could compare.

"Welcome," His majesty welcomed us with a strong yet gentle tone, golden hair cleanly combed back with a budding bread hugging his jawline. Father had joked that his highness was chasing after the same refined looks of his older brother, Lambert's smile had been especially tight then. I just hoped that my posture wasn't similarly tense.

"Please rise, all of you. It is a pleasure to see you healthy and hale Christopher," Very few Magicals could match the power ever present in the holy monarch, my own ascension only provided me with an inkling of understanding. The palace echoed the king's voice throughout the entire building and seemed to make the perceivable world brighter, "But I suspect that this is no mere social call, and your father may have been understating things."

The king's presence could be suffocating, it was not in his bloodline's inherent nature to have as much restraint that Lambert was known for. Practically everyone had heard to tall tales of his sons. . . accidents with training blades, and ruined dummies.

Edelgard withdrew from her low bow while I had to refuse the urge to return to kneeling position, but looking him in the eye was out of the question. Fortunately I would not have to, and I wished Edelgard luck in speaking on behalf of herself and her sister.

"I am merely escorting them your majesty," Hopefully he would not notice the quickness in my voice, or ignore me in favor of the twins who required his more immediate attention. Going unpunished after crossing into imperial territory would be a miracle were he to learn of it. Lambert looked pleased at my explanation with the fingers tapping his throne's armrest coming to a stop, "So that they might make their request for aid known, and be undisturbed on their journey here."

"You have my utmost apologies for that," His majesty had a pondering look in his eyes, half focused on something far off into the distance before returning to the present. I didn't envy his position with all the responsibilities that came with it, "My knights have been busy clearing up some disputes along the Duscurian militarized zone as of late."

"As much as I would love to speak further with you on such topics," I stood up as straight as my nerves would allow, and focused on my lord's collar keep my voice steady. Making a good first introduction was a critical important matter that I could not afford to fuck up, "I would like to present to the court, her imperial highness Edelgard and Benedikta von Hrae-svelg of the Adrestrian empire."

Even though this wouldn't be considered an official session of the royal court, I had been raised to know the importance behind such gestures. I had to act as the intermediary, and while I didn't speak for them. An official acknowledgment would put into question anyone else's credibility, and loyalties even if Lambert chose to turn them away in the end.

He held the highest authority in the land, second only to the goddess herself. Or the archbishop really, but that line of thought tittered on heresy were I to voice it. Lambert didn't seem shocked, which was a good sign since he wasn't outright dismissive of my announcement. As daring as it was.

"My my. . . How fortunate are we to meet once more," His majesty mused aloud with his focus moving onto Edelgard as she stepped forward to say her piece. Lambert held a particularly long look as he gave Adolf a once over before it softened after seeing Benedikta under his cloak, "I see that your uncle has chosen to not accompany you on this reprieve. Would I be correct in that assumption?"

"You would, your majesty. While it is a pleasure to be in your majesty's holy presence once again," Edi curtsied, stepping forward to drop into another waist deep bow before the king. I had wondered how she kept such an even keeled expression but learning that they had met before was enlightening, "My sister and I do wish that this meeting could have happened under less contentious circumstances."

His majesty's voice took on a more exhausted tone as he pulled his gaze back to face Edi as he spoke, "The goddess doth make such strange exceptions for those she favors, and stringent tribulations for those she sees that needs them."

The edge of Edelgard's cheek formed a temporary dent resembling dimples, but I recognized the sour expression. You bit down on the corner of your mouth so that the pain overpowered the urge to interject in a conversation. It was one that my father had worked out of me whenever, essentially doing his best so that my frown wouldn't show so much should I be speaking with someone important. Kinda funny to think that her highness and I might have the same sense of sass.

"If only more people saw things the same way," However Edelgard wasn't one to fall victim to her emotions so easily, even if teasing her over the subject of Adolf did manage to get quite the reaction. Her words spurned the court's royal stenographer to life at the mention of a potential decree being issued, "Unfortunately those against the nobility see themselves as an extension of Sothis' own will."

I would've loved to speak to the young woman scratching down her own notes as the tension in the hall rose by several degrees. Getting chummy with the maid, butlers, guards, and other support staff made information gathering leagues easier. They had often noticed things that I had overlooked, and made hunting the more elusive monsters that terrorized the innocent far simpler.

A werewolf was nothing to scoff at, but a pack could be its own sort of plague if left unattended. So a local farmer willing to lend their knowledge often led to less casualties in the long run. Even if my troop could handle 2 to 1 odds, I'd prefer not to risk their lives if it was avoidable.

"From what I'd been able to gather, as it is not my circus nor my monkeys. While the empire has been facing a litany of issues," Lambert joked as he took on a more relaxed posture, though his hard gaze didn't soften once it came to rest on Edelgard again. This was one of those times I hoped for some favoritism as the air became tense, "Ionius was making some not so insignificant progress by way of offering some key concessions with the House."

This was the kicker really, imperial nobles were a scummy bunch, and even if Lambert knew better. That wasn't enough to justify intervention, but as Edelgard has discussed with myself and my father. She could probably get the ball rolling so to speak.

Strictly speaking the empire was going to a 'reform', and you could get a wide mix of opinions on what that actually meant. Mine had changed.

"The imprisonment of my siblings is quite the concession then," I would've choked had a cup of tea been in my hands, and I mentally swore while looking towards his majesty. She certainly had more gall then I did at her age. Though it made sense if even half of what she shared with me was true, "Or should I be grateful that they managed to save some of them from the plague."

Oh that had definitely struck a chord with the man, bringing him out of his faux apathy. He was now sitting straight with one of his hands digging into the armrest of his throne.

House Galatea was living proof of the inane politics that took place whenever crests were brought into the conversation. Even king Lambert was not immune to such things. I knew father had never blamed me for the position of our house, nor what happened to mother, but there was still a sort of distance between us. So we both tried to avoid both topics during dinner.

". . .While their competence may be lacking," Lambert was far more serious now, allowing himself a moment to drink in Edelgard's words before speaking. He took careful measure to probe her for further details, "It's been a trying time for us all, this new Almyran plague is like nothing we have faced before."

You didn't kill crested nobles, you just didn't. Not even someone like Henm.

Of course, that didn't mean that accidents were completely avoidable, and thus was the go to excuse. Not that it worked every time, but enough that it would be the first reasonable conclusion others would reach.

"As you well know," Edelgard left alot unsaid with her words, and if this wasn't so important I would've chimed in by now. The insurrectionists only maintained their authority by stretching their initial justification as far as it would go, "What is necessary, is not the same as what is wise."

Commoners likely hated them just as much their invaders did by now. While bridges haven't quite been completely burnt with the alliance, it wasn't a very commonly traveled one either. Forgoing the crest system to institute their own governance was bound to garner Rhea's ire sooner or later, but all of those things could be forgiven.

The explanation Edelgard had offered me pertaining to her house's crest was noteworthy, but physical proof would have to wait. What mattered more was the extent of their overreach.

"I assume that is why you departed so suddenly," His visage was cold, furious but restrained further than I had ever borne witness to. The pressure in the room seemed to grow as Edelgard nodded in confirmation, "You now seek asylum under my protection, correct?"

Adolf hardly looked impressed by anything, focused more on the artwork on display than the conversation taking place. I partly wished that I could so easily ignore the current going on's with the excuse he had. Though he should've been feeling his majesty's aura far more acutely than I was.

Mages were a tricky bunch, and a mixed bag once you left the various academies, their inherent Magical status made them largely unpredictable. Adolf was not a mage of the imperial court, but I suppose that is what appealed to Ionius with no one else to turn to. Though I had to wonder what he offered him, he wasn't quite nearly callous enough for it to just be monetary.

Lambert had several of his own reasons to go through with this decision that went beyond money.

"No! -I mean," Edelgard's backpedaling surprised me, and I had to bite down hard to keep it from showing on my face. Lambert merely raised a brow at the part of the plan she had veered away from, "Time has not been on our side, and the insurrectionists will patiently wait for us. I would humbly request that your majesty would keep Benedikta presence here secr-"

Is this how Cassandra feels whenever I do something stupid?

"I refuse to allow such a future to come to pass for either of you girls, additionally. Drimitri wouldn't forgive me if I were to be so craven," Lambert cut Edelgard off after figuring out that she aimed to martyr herself to keep her sister safe. While I could understand her reasoning. Even I couldn't keep a grimace off my face at the thought of leaving Edelgard under the 'care' of the insurrectionists, "They have no power here, and I will not be cowed into compliance by foreign interests."

There was something more to him in that instant. A crushing pressure that I'd only faced while staring down demonic beasts, and I was glad it wasn't aimed at me.

"Th- thank you," Benedikta's voice was just barely above that of a mouse, standing a bit taller to make it heard. She even asked a question of her own in pushing past her natural discomfort, "Can you, can you help the others?"

Going by Edelgard's own expression, Benedikta interjection was unplanned, but Lambert was clearly pleased by her involvement. The flow of his aura flickered before a calm expression overtook the previous one, and it slowly became easier to breathe. It of course would look odd if she never voiced her own opinion, but forcing her to speak was considered the worse of the two options.

"I'll see what can be done about them," You could see the question weigh on him as his shoulders slumped down as he could only delay a proper answer. It wasn't something that I wanted an answer to either, "Rhea herself will want a piece of your tormentors once she hears of this at the summer solstice."

Creeeeeeee-

"I apologize your majesty," The sound of one of the side doors creaked open as a woman cloaked in a rather gaudy feathered coat, and revealing corset. She chuckled whilst bringing a hand up to her chest at all the attention her appearance had garnered, "I wasn't not aware that we we're expecting company."

I caught Adolf sharply inhaling at the sight of her, and frankly I didn't blame him. Cornelia Arnim was a stunning woman of great magical renown, but she unfortunately gave me the creeps. A real shame considering all that she had done in service to Faerghus.

"Ah, Cornelia. Just the woman I was hoping to see," Lambert, our king rolled his eyes at her antics before a gleam started to highlight his figure as an idea came to him. While her gaze lingered on space beside me where the children resided with Adolf before swiftly turning to his majesty once again, "You came at just the right time, and without me needing to race around the city to fetch you."

"The goddess waits for no one, Lambert."

[X] [Focus on Past] 3 Homeward Bound completion. Improvements to relationships with Cornelia, Lambert, and Hapi. Factions: Reputation with Monarchists will reach Ally. Reputation with Transhumanaists and Perpetuals will reach Collaborator. Reputation with AMC will reach Rival. Finally, the creation of the Heretic faction will be delayed.

Chapter 11 Note: (april~)

-I'm starting to realize a mistake that I've made with making translation necessary for dialogue exchanges. New readers, forgive me for my transgressions.

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Character Sheet and Details

Lv [14] Mage; Alcides. Experience: [234/345]

HP: 34 (40%)

Mv: 4

Str: 14 (35%)

Lck: 9 (30%)

Mag: 23 (60%)

Def: 15 (35%)

Dex: 13 (40%)

Res: 24 (60%)

Spd: 18 (50%)

Cha: 10 (20%)

Class Growths: (Mage) HP: 5%, Str: 0%, Mag: 10%, Dex: 5%, Spd: 0%, Lck: 5%, Def: 0%, Res: 5%, Cha: 0%.

Critical Chance: 11.5% = [(Luck Dex) / 2]

Dodge: 9% = Luck Ability bonus

Attack Speed: 5.8 = Speed [Inventory weight (Strength / 5)]

Personal Skill: [Deserve to Die] - Foes within five spaces take 3 extra points of damage.

Ability 1: [Fiendish Blow] - Grants Magic 6 during periods of combat where the user is acting as the aggressor or initiates combat. [Mage Mastery required: 64/80]

Ability 2: [Logos, Lv 1 - Grants 1 range for spells per whole new Reason letter grade above F. (C = Rng: 3)

Ability 3: [Pathos, Lv 1 - Increases the user's max uses of spell by 0.1 per partial letter grade beyond F. (Note: I draw the line at keeping track of spell/weapon usage, it's cringe.)

Ability 4: [Ethos, Lv 2 - Grants the ability to use magic that is lower than or equal to this skill's placement * 2. (Faith: E = 4 Mt Currently)

Ability 5: [Monk Mastery: Prepare] - Spending an action will store any spell that can be triggered at any later date as an action with no reaction from foes.

Ability 6:

Other Abilities: [Blade Prowess, Lv 1] - Grants 5% to land a crit while using bladed weapons.

Learned Spells: [Blaze] - Mt: 3 Crit: 15 Rng: 0 Lv: F Can inflict Burns that reduce physical defense equal to might on critical hits. [Frostbite] - Mt: 4 Crit: 0 Rng: 0 Lv: F - Gains 30% critical hit chance against burning targets to trigger shock and skip the target's counter-attack, the target's burning status will be removed regardless if a critical hit is triggered.

Skill Levels: Reason (221; B), Knives/Daggers (74; C), Authority (44; D), Swordsmanship (30; D), Faith (29; E)

Proficiencies: Reason. Cavalry.

Deficiencies: Faith. Swordsmanship.

Inventory: Steel Knife (1 mt, 10% crit, 1 wt), 1 Blessed Tome (4 wt) [Soothe] - Mt: 0 Crit: 0 Rng: 0 Lv: F A spell designed to treat inflammation, and reverse damage dealt to an ally. The healing output delivered is equal to the caster's level of magic. 1 Flame Tome (4 wt) [Firenado] - Mt: 6 Crit: 45 Rng: 0 Lv: C Strikes every target in a line equal to spell range, and inflicts Burns that reduce physical defense equal to might on critical hits. (0) Vulnerary, traveling pack (5 wt), Knowledge gem (0 wt). Total wt = 14

Currency: 2000 GP