Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-One - On the Back Foot

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-One - On the Back Foot

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-One - On the Back Foot

So, now what? I asked as I followed Bastion out of the headquarters.

The paladin paused, jaw working as he thought. Are you certain you want to keep following me? he asked. This is becoming increasingly political.

Is that a bad thing for me? I asked. Im not about to let one of my best friends do something hard without at least trying my best to help him.

Bastion chuckled. I should have figured youd say something like that. Very well, our next step will be informing the guard of whats going on. Then we move over to the quarry and find Major Springsong. I feel as if everything were dealing with leads to him in particular.

Alright, I said. Wed finally reach the person responsible for the entire kerfuffle. I hoped. If we reached Major Springsong and it turned out that it wasnt them and that someone else was responsible then... Is your job always like this? I asked.

You mean running around, looking for fires, then stamping them out as best I can? Yes, that would describe a good portion of a paladins work. Were often turned into errand boys, sent around to take care of things for the royal family where it wouldnt be politically or practically possible for them to show up in person. Were essentially problem-fixers with royal backing.

Thats kind of neat, I said. The King and Queen must trust you a bunch.

Bastion nodded. Thats one of the nicer perks, yes. Its not every sylph that will even see their monarchs, let alone ever speak with them. The Royal Order is given a lot of trust, which also puts a lot of pressure on us. A mistake carried out in the name of the King is going to be very costly, no matter what.

I could imagine. That had to be pretty stressful. But then, I was sure Bastion managed it just fine. He was one of the coolest people Id ever met.

On leaving the headquarters, Bastion gestured towards the front gate, past more soldiers who were running laps around a small field. We werent halfway to the gate when I heard some shouted orders being tossed around, and soon the soldiers were snapping to attention and darting towards what I guessed was their barracks.

The alert levels rising, Bastion said.

What does that mean? I asked. I mean, I can guess, but I figure you know-know.

Bastion laughed. It means the soldiers here have just gotten a day off from training. Now theyll gear up and move on to one of the other things soldiers are good at.

Whats that? I asked.

Theres three things youre taught to do as a soldier. Train, fight, and wait. Now theyll have the rest of the day to wait.

The guards at the gate opened up the door for us, and we stepped out of the base and back out onto the packed-dirt road around town. A few guards were waiting for us there, and Bastion approached them to talk. I hung back a little bit.

Today had been a lot of running around, and while it wasnt quite as fun as some things, it still felt pretty nice. We were on a sort of adventure, but instead of the stakes being just... me and my friends having fun, they were larger.

Then again, our last few adventures had been like that too, hadnt they?

I hadnt really considered it, but more and more of our adventures were big, at least big in the sense that they were helping a lot of people with a bunch of things. That was... well, it wasnt bad, but I had kind of set out expecting my adventures to only really be about me and a few friends. It was strange to think that more and more often our adventures were dealing with big, important things.

Were ready, Bastion said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I grinned at him and nodded. Alright, lets head out then.

Youre not here for the dungeon?

What dungeon? I asked.

There was a long silence as everyone in the tent took each other in. ... I believe that perhaps you are right, paladinthere has been some level of miscommunication here. I sent word to the capital three days ago, requesting assistance with a delicate matter. I had assumed you were the response.

I understand that much, Bastion said. But unfortunately, no, Im here because I was passing through. I heard there was an issue with the molefolk, and after tracking it down, I came here, to what seems to be the source of the issue.

The majors face screwed up for a moment before his expression flattened. The mole people have been causing me some level of distress, yes.

Is that correspondence on the table letters from the mole people? Bastion asked.

The major glanced then, then back up. That? Oh, yes, they are, he said.

I poked at the pile, moving some of the letters around. Some of these are still sealed, I said.

Yes, well, the concerns of some mole people hardly matter to the Inquisition.

But these arent addressed to you, I said.

They might hold information that would reveal what were doing here... Paladin, who is this bun?

This is Captain Bunch. Shes outside of your chain of command, Bastion said.

I dont recall the army having buns in it, the major said.

Shes an airship captain, Bastion replied, which only seemed to confuse the major more. And her concerns are valid. Are you aware of what the mole people are doing at this moment? For that matter, are you responsible for the quarry changing the location its digging in?

I recall reading some base threats. And yes, of course. We cant have them continue digging where they were, and the nation might well need the stone being quarried in the near future. I cant possibly just halt all operations. Besides, doing so would only pose a greater risk that knowledge of the dungeon might leak.

Ah yes, the dungeon, Bastion said. Im aware that the appearance of a new dungeon is important to the nation, but a settlement the size of Granite Springsnot to mention the nations alliance with the mole peopleought to outweigh the value of keeping one dungeon secret.

The major blinked fast. I had the impression that he wasnt so much mean, or even incompetent, as he was... focused on his task. This new dungeon will hardly threaten the town. If anything, the movement of additional people to the region and the change in ambient mana would help Granite Springs.

For things to help the town, the town needs to still be around, Bastion said.

I decided to butt in a little. I dont think the entire town is at risk, but, well, if we dont do something, people might get hurt, and I cant think of many secrets that are worth hurting people over.

I... I see? None of this would be an issue if it wasnt for that damnable near-dragon thing.

... what dragon thing? Bastion asked.

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