Royal Treatment 3 – Dominant Deception

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Royal Treatment 3 – Dominant Deception

“Too long did you use the resources of your great guild to aid your foreign lover!” Africanus continued, raising his spear towards her but moving his head to look at everyone else. “Rex Germaniae is part of the empire and your obligations should be solely within our borders!”

The speech continued and Lydia decided to let him have his moment, while she fed the remaining meat to Reika. This happening surprised her, but not too deeply. The dagger Africanus had gifted her had been enough of a sign that some kind of hostility was on its way. His reasoning for the hostilities was the odd part. “Africanus never indicated he was affiliated with those that would demand internal hostility,” she turned to Suel, waiting for him to explain. He had stated his desire to show his intellectual superiority.

“Yes, yes,” the Lord of Pontis squeaked, his red eyes flickering with amusement. “That would be because he isn’t, Lydia. Much like your grandfather when he attacked Austria with the excuse that no woman may be emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, he is merely using a popular sentiment to justify a more pragmatic cause. The more trade from Germany flows out over the Atlantic, the less flows into the Mediterranean. He has personal interests, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Reasonable.” Lydia nodded, just as she put the now empty bowl down. “Konrad, a towel,” she commanded, the leader of her bodyguards handing her something to wipe the meat juices of her hands. She stood up and was immediately surrounded by people loyal to her.

“My queen, there is no need for you to fight,” one of the loyal electors said.

“Your concern is appreciated, but unnecessary. I have been meaning to fight today regardless, albeit for a less serious reason,” Lydia responded patiently, putting a hand on the heft of Strimata. The weapon reacted to the touch with the same excited vibrations it had previously. “All of you should do as usual and let me deal with the problems that are mine. I will request aid if I deem it necessary and not before then.”

The people backed off, while Lydia looked once more to Suel. She still couldn’t figure out what exactly the man hoped to achieve by giving her a chance to curtail her political opponents and, at the same time, advertise Fusion’s creation. “We will talk after this,” the Lord of Pontis said, showing a remarkably toothy smile. It was familiar in ways she didn’t correlate with the corrupt vampire-like man.

“Queen Lydia!” Romulus’ voice bellowed through the silent stadium. “Do you accept this duel for your honour? If so, step onto the elevator and let your voice be heard by the crowd.”

A platform of raw mana manifested beyond the edge of the platform. Lydia swiftly jumped on top and let it carry her down to the proper arena. Once down there, she raised her voice. The enchantments engrained into the walls picked her words up and reinforced them so they could reach the entire colosseum.

“I tire of you selfish aristocrats, demanding where my heart may rest. Never have I, nor will I ever, put the good of my people second to my private indulgences, even if it may tear me apart.” With every word, she got closer to the centre of the arena, where Africanus waited. Finally, she stopped in front of him. Back on the platform she came from, Reika screeched encouragingly. “Since we are both aware that you pay no heed to what I say, let me simply hear your terms for this duel.”

“I demand that, should I defeat you today, Rex Germaniae ceases any preferential treatments of John Newman,” Africanus stated.

Lydia closed her eyes. One arm behind her back, the other raised to pinch the bridge of her nose, she sighed, lightly dropping her upright posture. “If that is your demand, we do not need to have this useless fight. I invite you to look through all of the trade agreements struck between Fusion and Rex Germaniae. You will find that, not only was I not involved in negotiating most of them, they are also universally based on equal benefit.”

“A duel to end your relationship with John Newman, then!” Africanus continued, keeping his zealous tone up considerably well.

“No,” Lydia smote down that suggestion. “I will not be bullied on who I can or cannot love on the basis of ritualistic combat.” She let go off the bridge of her nose and stared at the bald, tanned, Arabic man. Although Lydia wanted to fight here, she would not do so for stupid reasons. “Present me something I would be willing to lose over something as silly as this encounter.”

“I merely wish you gave the Greater Empire the respect it deserved,” Africanus declared.

“Would it be agreeable to you that I, were I to lose, established a council of pro-imperial noblemen that could double-check my decisions?” she suggested, wanting to move this along.

“Yes,” Africanus agreed swiftly. “A council to control your reckless sending of wealth and ideas out of our border.”

‘It appears Suel’s prognosis was correct. How bothersome,’ Lydia thought, as chatter throughout the arena swelled. She did not like to rely on him. “My demand, then,” the queen spoke up, putting both her hands behind her back. “Neither you nor anyone else in your faction of harassers regarding my love life shall bother me in person about it. I wish to be left alone. What you whisper in backrooms I do not care about.”

“I have no power to change other people’s behaviour,” Africanus pointed out. “I alone would not be able to speak such a pledge.”

“A reasonable argument. Would it work if there were more people of your faction fighting alongside you?” Lydia asked and, for the first time, made Africanus hesitate. The queen saw how he tried to read the joking intent from her face, but she remained upright and disciplined in stance and demeanour. Matter of fact was that she knew Africanus was a powerful foe. The imperial domain of Afrika was a march and martial skill was important for its leader. In fact, she had fought Africanus in a show match before – and lost. Quite one-sidedly, at that.

That was before the tournament.

That was before the Lover’s Mark.

That was before Strimata.

Lydia had shown her improvements in public before, in show fights against much weaker opponents, and even since then she had improved. The fact of the matter was that people still weren’t aware just how bullshit the Gamer’s abilities were and how much of them influenced those so close to him. Everyone could see her physical improvements. Verifying just how much stronger she had actually gotten without something as handy as Observe? Difficult.

“If you wish to fight against several opponents at once, I will agree to your terms,” Africanus finally declared, taking the advantage where he could get it.

Lydia turned to the platform she had come from. “You have heard my offer. Will you come and defend your views or will you continue to be a bothersome pack of giggling hyenas?” The question echoed out with every bit of contempt she had for those people. The arena grew silent again, waiting for the response to that challenge. Lydia knew the outcome before anyone even moved.

Her aura flared up, giving her the burst of speed and strength she needed to dodge a thrust towards her shoulder and simultaneously knock the flying spear aside once more. The defensive movements left her unable to retaliate with her rapier, but her legs were ready to twist into a sweeping kick. Her reinforced boot crashed into Africanus’ side and sent him flying. Lydia directed her eyes to Franz.

The noble had reached where she had left Strimata and extended his hand towards the weapon. Not needing to do anything, Lydia watched as a number of blades burst out of the weapon’s handle and skewered Franz’s hand before he could lay a finger on Strimata. Screaming, the noble jumped backwards, his palm more holes than flesh.

Despite this gruesome display, Strimata was clean as before. Lydia calmly walked the distance, letting go of the imitation and allowing the material rejoin the proper blade. “It appears the gift of my ‘blind dog’ of a ‘master’ doesn’t take a liking to you,” the queen said and pulled Strimata from the ground. She sighed, “I apologize, sarcasm should be beneath me, but you successfully annoyed me over the past months. I appreciate that this comes to a halt today.”

“Arrogant cunt!” Franz screamed and used his functioning hand to hurl a gust of slicing wind at her. Lydia raised Strimata and brought it down in a straight slash. The resulting shockwave unravelled the weave of magic, transforming his attack into nothing but harmless wind. It continued to advance, accompanied by pure sound, slicing everything in its path until an angry scream was brought to the sudden halt of disappearing.

‘It is not arrogance if I can reinforce it with action.’ Lydia kept the comment to herself, not seeing the value in trash talking her opponent, and turned to face Africanus. “Would you prefer to forfeit the match?” she offered, extinguishing her aura. Although her mana was quite vast, she was working on a limited supply. To regenerate, she would have needed to devour some metal. Not that this battle had exhausted her so much that she would have reached for any of the energy-boosting vials inside her overcoat.

Africanus stood up and put his helm back on straight. “You haven’t won yet,” he growled, the spear flying to his side.

“Your conviction is admirable,” Lydia said and separated a javelin out of Strimata’s blade. It hovered at her side, following her when she charged at her last enemy. She lunged. Africanus dodged and swung at both her sides with his sword and possessed spear. Lydia blocked both with Strimata and javelin. Africanus circled around her, trying to get the clash of spears out of Lydia’s field of view. She had greater control over her secondary weapon, courtesy of its malleability, but Possession allowed one to sense through its targets. Where he could decide, she would have to intuit. Not a situation she wanted to be in.

With superior speed, she circled around Africanus, putting the clashing spears behind him instead. Then she went into a relentless offensive. The governor tried to dodge as much as he could, but at the pace of the fight, instincts soon overtook judgement. He raised his sword in defence. Lydia aimed her strike at the already weakened spot. Impact and Strimata’s sharpness broke and cut the blade, leaving only a stump in the way. It slowed Lydia down enough that the spear could be brought in as a second line of defence.

Africanus dropped his sword and held onto the shaft with both hands, pressing it against Strimata. The strain on his face betrayed the amount of adrenaline rushing through his veins. Lydia continued to breathe calmly. Standing in a simple struggle of power, Lydia looked down on the slightly smaller man.

With a triumphant scream, he managed to push her back. From being pushed down, he managed to put their weapons on equal level. “YOU HAVEN’T WON YET!” he reiterated.

Lydia furrowed her eyebrows and nodded down towards their clashing weapons. Glancing down, Africanus got to see what she meant. Their weapons were locked, but Strimata’s sharpness slowly made its way through the pure Mithril. For all of the enchantments and all of the material’s natural hardness, it still couldn’t stand up to the rapier. It simply would take more of an effort to slice through. A higher hurdle, not an impassable barrier.

Raising her unused left hand, Lydia ended the match in a different way. The javelin that had been dealing with the spear rammed into Africanus back, penetrating Baelementium armour. Fateweaving pulled her last enemy out before it could reach his heart. Standing victorious and untouched, Lydia let the pieces of Strimata unify before she inspected the weapon for any blood or other remains. In the background, she heard applause and Romulus announce her victory. She ignored all of it and just looked more at the weapon. ‘Versatile, can take whatever shape I desire, sharp enough to cut Mithril, untouched by elements, enables ranged attacks, burrows through earth without issue,’ she listed her current discoveries. ‘Not as visually impressive as John’s abilities, but that suits me fine. The constant singing and glowing continue to be drawbacks.’ The blade vibrated once, as if sighing, before being sheathed.

Lydia turned to leave, she had accomplished her goals.

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Several hours later, she finally made her way back to her car. Romulus had wanted to inspect the blade, Africanus had insisted on a second duel without weapons and magic, the press had insisted on just about everything. Discussions, explanations, pre-written statements and slapping the governor silly with her bare hands later, Lydia was finally on her way home without any more issues.

That was, at least, until she approached the car and found the driver missing.

“Secure the perimeter,” she said to her invisible guards, furrowing her eyebrows. Just as she said that, the window in the back of the limo rolled down and revealed Suel.

“Yes, please go,” the red-eyed man grinned at the seemingly empty air, “I would like to talk to your queen in private.”

The Knights of Teuton stopped following their initial command to wait for re-confirmation. It didn’t take a genius to realize that something was wrong about this situation. The window rolled up again and Lydia looked at Reika circling above. The goddess kept watch and she still wielded Strimata. She was about as safe here as she would be at home. “Secure the perimeter,” she repeated and opened the door of her car.

“As you wish,” Konrad responded.

The inside of her limo was untypically dark. The lights were off, but even with that the blackness in the corners seemed too complete and contrasted heavily with the light of the fading day that fell in through the tinted windows. “A meeting in the twilight hours, I couldn’t ask for a better time to reveal the truth.” Suel sounded immensely pleased. His eyes burned brightly, two red dots in the darkness, illuminating nothing.

“The truth about why you decided to arrange all of this?” Lydia asked, as she sat down a fair bit away from Suel. It wasn’t just a trap she feared. Something about him seemed off. In a way far different from what made her dislike him. Not sleezy and corrupt but smooth and focused on something in the distance. The darkness around him felt as if it was crawling with insects, spiders and snakes. It was as if her impending doom could crawl out of these dark corners at any moment.

She had the urge to slide further away from him, but remained composed and stayed put.

“You could say so,” the harbinger of the crawling feelings told her. The darkness pulled together around his head, increasing the difference between the red and everything else. Strangely, it failed to illuminate anything. “Did you know that bats are commonly seen as bringers of bad luck?” Suel asked, his voice growing deeper and squeakier at the same time. The red dots of his eyes lost their black centre, turned into something closer to a consolidated mist.

Lydia was unable to answer. Her eyes opened wide as she was stunned by the revelation that began to dawn on her. “Impossible...”

“Sometimes, I make convoluted messes and sometimes it’s best to just hide in plain sight.” The creaking of bones accompanied the amused voice. The trickster leaned forward and his bare skull peeled white out of the blackness. It wasn’t human. It was a beast with an elongated skull and its teeth were sharp and contorted into an impossible smile, and on its head, it carried four horns.



“We have many contingencies to discuss, Lydia,” the Horned Rat said.