Book 4: Chapter 6

Book 4: Chapter 6

It took no time at all for news that Prince Demetrio had been poisoned to spread across the city. For better or worse, he had narrowly escaped death. The incident passed from a poison assassination to a failed attempt.

But that didnt mean they could be relieved. Demetrio had yet to fully regain consciousness, and the criminal had not been caught yet. Those employed at the manor trembled with fear that they would be the ones blamed and executed, and the faces of the nobles in his faction turned pale at the thought of their uncertain future. Mayor Cosimo looked as if he might faint from the scandal.

As Wein racked his brains over how to weather through the situation, trouble arrived. The city guards had come running, requesting that everyone in the manor, Wein included, come with them to headquarters for questioning.

Dont be rude! Do you really think His Highness is the criminal?!

With Ninym at the forefront, Weins attendants rose up in opposition. But the guards would not be moved. From their perspective, there was verbal testimony that the perpetrator had escaped, but there was also the possibility that Wein had compelled everyone on the scene to keep their mouths closed.

To restore their lost honor, the guards had to arrest the criminal. Even if he was the prince of a nation, they couldnt let him off the hook so easily.

Theres no other way, huh. Ill go. Wein finally gave in, seeing that arguing would be pointless.

But this led to rumors that Wein had been arrested as the assassin. The gossip of the town began to blow it out of proportion, as people speculated that the attempt on Demetrios life was the work of Natra and Lowellminas factions.

Gweh?! Wein imagined Lowellmina would cry out in the future when the news reached her ears.

But Wein had been loosely confined under the pretext of obtaining an oral statement, so he wouldnt be there to hear it.

Three days then passed.

Im finally free! Wein stretched lightly in front of the headquarters.

Hed just been released a short while beforehand, though they werent sure if hed been cleared of all suspicion. But Wein was royalty. There was a chance hed been freed for political reasons.

Because of this, he had to quickly collect all the information possible that hed missed in his absence.

Your Highness! Ninym came racing toward him. I apologize for being late!

Dont worry about it. Thanks for coming, Wein told his aide, who he hadnt seen for three days.

Hed left her with the task of noting changes in the city while he was confined.

With all due respect, your complexion doesnt seem well. Did they treat you unjustly during your confinement?

No, I was just worried about the outside world, and I didnt get much sleep. Sorry to cut to the chase, Ninym, but whats been going on?

Yeswell, things are not looking good

Ninym proceeded to fill Wein in on the latest events.

The ones to make the first move were Demetrio and those around him.

After escaping death, it seemed he was too scared to stay in his current residence with his hazy memory. The summit was put on hold, and he told his subordinates they would return to his own domain posthaste. Since their lord ordered it, the vassals had no choice but to obey. And everyone knew that Demetrio had actually been poisoned, which was why not a single person objected to leaving Mealtars.

This was all to say Demetrio and his gang of nobles departed the city. The summit had failed to come to a resolution, and everyone fully expected Bardloche and Manfred would also return home with their factionsuntil they made a surprise move.

They had stationed soldiers in the nearby vicinity, and both besieged Mealtars.

This was all Mealtarss fault.

Their plan was to open up relations with the West and assassinate us, the Imperial princes.

They unjustly confined our allyPrince Weinand attempted to place the blame on him.

Immediately open the castle gate and allow my forces to conduct a thorough investigation!

This was the story according to Bardloche and Manfred. Their objective was clear. Mealtars was a golden goose, but since it had retained a great deal of autonomy, it went unchecked. Their ultimate plan was to take advantage of this faux pas and bring Mealtars under their direct control.

For Mealtars, this was a bolt out of the blue.

They had been in communication with the West during the rebellion, and they had let an Imperial prince get poisoned on their own territory. On top of that, the criminal still hadnt been caught. And they had confined the prince of an ally nation. With everything, Mealtars had found itself caught in a political dilemma.

Those guys are using me to get their way Wein grumbled, back in his temporary manor.

The chair creaked as he leaned back irritably. By the way, Ninym, who made the first move, Bardloche or Manfred?

Manfred mobilized his forces first.

In that case, Manfred might have been the one who ordered my assassination No, I cant make that call just yet. Wein mentally compiled the information in his mind. What about Lowa? Did she leave?

Shes still in the city.

Oh, thats surprising. I thought shed hightail it out of here.

You were confined, but the public still thinks that Natra is a part of Lowellminas faction. There have been rumors that this assassination attempt was part of her plan. It seems that the city was sieged as she was trying to put out those fires.

Wein burst into laughter, and she went on.

She is currently hard at work helping Mayor Cosimo de-escalate the situation. With Falanya.

Wait, shes there?

Yes. She was enraged that you were brought to the headquarters of the guards, but she said she had to calm the city down until you were freed.

Makes sense, Wein thought. There was a lot going on, but it was turning out to be a window of opportunity to foster Falanyas independence.

Also, Mayor Cosimo sends his apologies regarding your confinement, Wein. Unfortunately, it seems the guards had been unwilling to cooperate with him.

The guards were as close to an army as it would get. They must have had a certain level of clout that prevented Cosimo from ordering them around, which let them imprison Wein of their own accord. After getting chewed out by the princes, they must have realized confining Wein was a bad idea and let him go.

He says hed like to meet you to apologize in person. I suspect hell ask for your assistance to get things under control again.

Forget the apologies. Thats the least of my problems.

Ninym nodded as Wein waved his hand lazily. The situation was tense. They couldnt afford to deal with Cosimo.

Well, what should we do?

Go home! Wein declared right on the spot. The summit is a wash. The Imperial princes are outside the city. Theres no point in us staying here. In fact, well be in major trouble if we dont book it. Once Mealtars opens the castle gate, theres no question that assassins will take advantage of the chaos and come for me.

Yes, well, that is true

The public was aware that Demetrio had been poisoned, but Wein had been the actual target of this assassination plot. It wasnt like theyd give up after a single failed attempt.

Well, our biggest problem is finding a way to escape, Ninym said.

Uh-huh

The city was surrounded by two armies, and the castle gate was shut tight. Even if they told the soldiers to move it, they werent going to be greeted in any friendly way.

How is the siege looking?

Bardloche and Manfred have split into north and south to keep each other in check, so there are openings to the east and west of the city. But its a gamble if well manage to get by.

Which meant they would have to spot an unmanned gate and slip between the two armies that stared each other down.

Still though, whether wed get any farther than that is a bit of a gamble.

So it was a matter of opening the gap and slipping by while both sides were glaring at each other. On top of that, Wein needed to keep an eye on the prince who sent the assassin. If they were caught, there was a one-in-two chance that hed be quietly disposed of.

Hmm, were at a real disadvantage here Wein flopped onto the desk. Couldnt we put the screws on Cosimo and get him to tell us about a secret passage? Theyve gotta have one or two.

Its possible, but I doubt hell talk. Cosimo seems to love this city, and I bet hell risk his own life if it meant he could drag you into this mess.

Cmon! Give me a break! Wein moaned. Weve gotta think of a way out of here. If any more trouble finds me here, Ill have exhausted all my moves.

Your Highness, I beg your pardon!

The door opened forcefully, startling Wein and Ninym. It was a subordinate.

I dont remember us kicking down doors back home.

Im sorry. But were in a race against time!

What? Have the princes armies started fighting?

No! The subordinate took a breath. Weve received word that an army bearing the flag of Levetia is approaching on a road from the West!

Im sorry. WHAT?!

It felt like his heart had burst into a million pieces.

Im sure theyve noticed us by now, the man in the carriage murmured calmly.

It was an oddly large carriage. The horses pulling it along were broad and sturdy. Any questions about its size could be answered with a quick peek inside. The male passenger was so giant that even this coach felt cramped and narrow.

Gruyere Soljest was three times larger than the average person. He was one of the Holy Elites from the west side of the continent and the king of the Soljest Kingdom.

Im certain there must be a huge uproar. It is unfortunate that we cannot see it personally, responded the woman sitting across from him.

Her name was Caldmellia, a remarkable figure who had risen to director of the Gospel Bureau, one of the highest positions in the religious order of Levetia.

Im surprisedthat were out here leading an army to Mealtars instead of sending a delegation in this situation.

The circumstances call for it, Caldmellia assured, smiling. Im sure all their opinions have gotten muddled, causing everyone to worry. Theyre all focusing on the problem in front of them There is no better moment for us to strike from the sidelines.

Gruyere snorted. Those poor believers. Getting dragged into your games, and now theyre going to die here.

Looking out the window, he could see the soldiers walking along in a systematic fashion. Six thousand of them. All followers of Levetia.

Games? Caldmellia asked. This is a holy war to free Mealtars from Imperial oppression. She smiled at him. They will return alive. After all, you are their leader, King Gruyere.

While she had been the one who decided to rouse the army and set out for Mealtars, it was Gruyere who was in command.

Trying to curry my favor? Youre the one who got permission from the Holy King to carry out this little prankand then dragged me out here.

There was no other way. I could not possibly take control of the army.

Caldmellia was a politician, not a military officer. She had neither the experience nor ability to lead six thousand soldiers.

Our opponents are the Imperial princes Anyone else besides you, King Gruyere, will simply not do.

Hmph If only they were worth more than their titles. Then theyd be a prey worth hunting. He glared at her. Youd better not forget, Caldmellia: I only follow the orders of Levetia and the Holy King. Im not some underling.

Caldmellia was not fazed. Obviously. I am depending on you, King Gruyere.

She looked out the window.

Hee-hee, I hope Prince Wein will be pleased to see me.

As she imagined what awaited them, Caldmellia broke into a big smile.

Dont come over when Ive got my hands full! Wein screamed with every ounce of his strength. Seriously? Right now? This is the worst timing! I was just trying to find a way out of here! I dont have time in my schedule to mess around with you! Curse you, Caldmellia!

Calm down, Wein.

How can I?! I thought shed send a delegation, but she dragged the whole damn army along with her! I should have burned her manor to the ground before we escaped the capital of Cavarin!

I understand, but we have to move now and think later, Ninym urged, attempting to calm her enraged master. Its crucial we pick up the pace and figure out our course of action.

All we can do is get out of here as fast as possible. Wein was looking agitated. The siege on the city is causing the citizens enough stress. Now that Levetia is involved, its only a matter of time before the city revolts.

There are thirty thousand people in Mealtars. If theres an uprising, the guards wont stand a chance.

And then before we know it, the castle gates will be flung open, the army will storm in, and the whole city will descend into madness. If we dont get out before that, well be in serious trouble.

They might have been able to do something if they were in Natra with their own forces on hand. But right now, Wein was just a representative of a delegation residing in a foreign nation.

Im way over my head with this one. Itll be impossible to turn this around. Were out of time and tricks. Ninym, call Falanya back. Were going to need Nanaki.

Understood. Ill contact them.

And Im sure Lowa wants to get out of here, too. Please help her out

His body started to tremble uncontrollably.

Wein?

Sorry Guess Im a little tired. Let me lie down for a minute. He tried to get up, but his knees buckled.

Crap! This is bad Im going to fall. His body lurched.

Ninym, prepare our escape

But before he could finish, Weins body crashed to the floor.

Five days had passed since Bardloches and Manfreds armies surrounded Mealtars.

Theyre more tenacious than I expected, Manfred murmured as he gazed at the city walls.

He was in the camp that his men had pieced together. His subordinates gathered around him, and the mood was heavy.

This is still Imperial territory. The guards might be able to hold out against our troops, but I dont think itll be possible for them to stand their ground as forces approach from the West.

A subordinate seemed to be talking to himself. It seems Princess Lowellmina, Mayor Cosimo, and Princess Falanya of Natra are still in the city. Their outreach to the people is preventing the citizens from going wild.

I wonder if that will be enough to stop them Whatever. Its only a matter of time.

This situation had been a stroke of luck for Manfred. When Demetrio had been poisoned instead of Wein, even the youngest prince turned pale.

But after his brother left the city, Manfred knew what he had to do. Since the summit was going nowhere, he would switch policies. Rather than win over Mealtars, hed take advantage of the misstep, claim that it was perfectly within his rights to deploy his army, and bend the city to his will using force.

I cant stop Bardloche from aligning himself with me. But Ill have to decide a way to get rid of him and make sure my army is the only one left to enter the city. I hope Ill be able to oust Levetia after that.

For Manfred, this new army made things complicated. Their men were lined up on a hill to the west that wasnt far from Mealtars, proclaiming they would break up the siege and liberate the city.

I bet they were waiting for an opportunity since the very beginning.

It was almost fortunate that the religious troop seemed to be in no hurry to resort to force. They were stationed at the top of the hill, keeping a close eye on new developments.

This was in part because Manfred and Bardloche each had seven thousand soldiers, while they only had six thousand. Although the western border was nearby, this was still in Imperial territory. If push came to shove, the princes could call for reinforcements.

They may not have a valid reason to act.

They were after liberation. They didnt want to show any aggression without due cause. Manfred guessed they wanted the princes to subject the people of Mealtars.

How annoying But I guess it comes with some advantages. Now that theyre here, Ive got the perfect fodder to get Mealtars.

What would be the best course of action?

Manfred could sense someone outside.

Pardon me! A messenger appeared in the command post.

Your Highness, I have just received a report from my men within the castle town.

Have they made a move?

Well

When he heard the full report, Manfred gaped in surprise.

Prince Wein has collapsed?

At the same time, Bardloche received this report in a position south of Manfreds army.

Prince Wein is unconsciousand in critical condition?

Yes, word has been spreading through the city.

Bardloche thought for a moment. The guards of Mealtars supposedly arrested him. Could he have been tortured?

He appears to have returned to his manor after his release. It is possible he could have been tortured during his confinement, though we dont know the exact details. If he was the original target for the assassination, its possible hes finally been poisoned.

Lets hope he makes a full recovery. I know hell serve me well in the future. Itd be a waste to let him die, muttered Bardloche honestly.

The messenger continued. There is one more matter. Our army is gaining a bad reputation within the city.

Really?

Yes. They say that our soldiers lack discipline and that civilians will be massacred if the city is taken over.

Are they idiots? If we could do that, we would have already.

Mealtars was a golden goose. Even Bardloche knew that was thanks to the people residing in the city. If they slaughtered the citizens, they would essentially kill their cash cow. Bardloche and Manfred both knew a single drop of blood didnt need to be spilled if Mealtars willingly pledged their allegiance.

This must be one of Manfreds schemes. Send out agents to put an end to the rumors about us. We need to start believable lies about Manfreds army.

Understood! The messenger dashed outside.

Bardloche muttered to himself as he put together the situation in his mind.

We need to crush Manfreds army in the north. Well smash the zealots in the west. And then well seize Mealtars No need to make things complicated. The plan is simple.

As soon as Mealtars made a move, so would he. All he had to do was wait. Bardloche continued to focus on the city like a carnivore targeting its prey.

The news of Weins condition reached Glen under Bardloches banner and Strang in Manfreds camp. But their reactions were different from the two princes responses.

He isnt one to just die, Glen commented.

I can tell theres something else going on if this news is public.

The two had the same thought at the same time. A strange occurrence.

Wein, you must be up to something, huh?

Three days later, the situation began to change, as if following their predictions.

Boring, Gruyere grumbled as he munched on a piece of fruit in the camp.

It had been a few days since they arrived at this location that overlooked Mealtars and gotten into formation. The situation hadnt changed since they got there. The princes still had the city under siege, and the army of zealots continued to observe from the hill.

Cant we just attack already, Caldmellia?

Its not time yet, King Gruyere, she answered, holding a book in one hand. We need a reason to fight. We must wait until the castle gate opens, until the two princes rush in, until the chaos unfolds.

Besides, Caldmellia continued, didnt you want to avoid taking on both princes at once?

Their army of six thousand was outnumbered by a thousand by both princes. Manfred and Bardloche had gathered about fourteen thousand men. It was overkill to fight Mealtars, since it didnt have a decent army. But it showed that they were serious about this.

Though the brothers were at each others throats, there was a decent possibility that they would team up against Levetia before taking the city. If that happened, the princes would have twice as much power. It was better to try and avoid it altogether.

Caldmellia never expected Gruyere to grumble about this.

Youre worrying over nothing, he claimed. Theyre two brats fighting each other. Even if theyre up against a common enemy, they wont try to cooperate. Theyll be focused on tripping each other up. Theyre no match for me, even with twice the manpower.

My, sighed Caldmellia in genuine surprise.

Gruyere was more sincere than his looks made him out to be. Hed never exaggerate his own abilities. If he said he could do it, then it must be true.

Now Im starting to feel conflicted But with all the recent developments, we ought to wait it out.

Gruyere sighed dramatically. He seemed dissatisfied, though it wasnt enough to oppose Caldmellias orders.

If youre bored, would you like to read this book?

What is it? The Dignity of Imperial Court?

It is popular among the noble families in the West. Have you heard of it?

I dont think so. But I can see them recommending this. I doubt its any good.

Caldmellia chuckled at his brazenness. To summarize, this book was written to degrade and undermine noble families. Its rare for a title to be this ironic.

Oh? Are you going to burn it?

No. I think I will try and spread its message.

Gruyere showed her a baffled frown, but it didnt take him long to understand. The masses will seek Gods salvation if their current masters squander their power and abandon their scruples.

Perhaps. Caldmellia beamed.

Gruyere clicked his tongue.

If the ideas in that book took off, the faith of Levetia would spread to more territories.

That said, Levetia tended to select kings and dukes as Holy Elites, which meant it was more rooted in the earthly realm than other religions. If this book managed to weaken the foothold of royal families and the nobility, the values of Levetia would spread through the continent, and the townspeople would rise to power within the organization. Meaning they would band together. Meaning they would flock to Caldmellia, an average citizen just like them.

You witch. My greatest regret was that I didnt kill you when we first met.

Hee-hee. You should watch your step, King Gruyere. Or you might not notice a small fire spreading under you.

They glared at each other. You could cut the tension with a knife.

But that was flipped on its head by a third party.

Incoming! cried a voice outside.

A soldier appeared before the two.

II have a report! Weve confirmed that the castle gate to Mealtars is open!

Hmm? Did they finally wear out? asked Gruyere.

Then we must move quickly.

Caldmellia and Gruyere immediately began to switch gears.

But the messenger sounded mournful. P-please wait!

What? Theres more?

Yesthe castle gate is open, the people of Mealtars are leavingand theyre heading this way!

Oh, Gruyere thought with a sigh.

It wasnt rare to see civilians flee when a city was in a desperate situation. It wouldnt be a problem if they came to their camp to request aid. After all, they had brought mountains of food and supplies to pacify the city after their army managed to chase off the princes.

Warmly welcome them in when they arrive. It would make a more favorable impression if we send out some of our men to greet them. How many are coming this way? Caldmellia asked.

The messenger paused for a beat.

All of them.

Caldmellia and Gruyere exchanged looks when they couldnt comprehend.

The messenger stared at both of them.

Thirty thousand people All the citizens of Mealtars!

It was a sight unlike any other.

Walking in a straight line were men and women, young and old civilians. They werent heading to the north, south, or east. All of them were marching toward the west.

Whenever they took a collective step forward, the earth rumbled, even though they were just civilians.

To think Id ever see such a thing Mayor Cosimo murmured in awe, feeling the vibrations in the soles of his feet.

He had participated in this march with his family. Even though he was the mayor, he stayed toward the backbecause he wasnt their leader.

Someone else was in charge of this parade.

We need to abandon this city! I propose that every citizen leave its territory and join me in requesting the protection of the religious army of Levetia!

The audience started to stir immediately. That much was expected. Very few people would voluntarily up and abandon their homes simply because someone asked, no matter where they lived. Falanya had thought it was ludicrous when she first heard the plan herself.

But this was the proverbial puncture in the bag. This was what Wein wanted. Falanyas only job was to make that hole as wide as possible.

Is Mealtars just something on the main road in the center of the continent? No! Is it just a city? No! Falanya shouted, crushing their worries.

Mealtars is made up of the people! Its territory and this city are just decorations that uplift its citizens! Wherever you go will be Mealtars! Whether it be a deserted island or the farthest ends of the ocean!

Falanyas vocal cords felt like they were fraying. There was palpable charge in the air. It was no illusion. The citizens before her had become heated.

The princes dont know the true value of the city. If they want its land and buildings, we will let them have it! We will laugh as they gloat over conquering this empty husk! Meanwhile, we will seek a new land with new trading partners and flourish!

It wouldnt be long before she had to say it. Her arms and legs cramped up from nerves, but Falanya began to talk louder as she gestured with even greater force.

If the people of Mealtars band together, we can overcome all adversity and rebuild this city! We are not escaping but taking a step toward victory! Cast off our old baggage! An era of new prosperity is upon us!

She took a breath.

We will march forwardtogether!

A bead of sweat trailing down her cheek fell to the ground. The citizens in front of her were silent. The mood was completely different, and sensing that change made her blood run cold. A chill ran down her spine when she thought she failed.

At that moment, someone in the audience called out, Together!

Another voice joined them. Two turned to five, and five turned to ten.

Together!

Together!

For victory!

For new prosperity!

For progress!

For progress!

There wasnt even space for a moment of silence. Their cries grew more urgent. In the end, cheers erupted in the hall, blasting across the city like an earthquake.

Falanya felt faint from nerves, exhaustion, and the fresh feeling of victory. She finally considered her speech a success.

This is

Tremendous, I dare say

The audience roared with energy.

Even Ninym and Lowellmina felt a surge of inspiration, though they had only planned on observing her speech.

Wein, by the way this is going

Falanya was perfect. Wein grinned. Our part comes next. By maintaining this momentum, well rile up thirty thousand citizens and get everyone out of the city.

I pity Levetia, since theyll be facing all these people, Lowellmina said.

Hey now. They came to help Mealtars. Why not take them up on their offer and depend on their aid as much as possible?

With Falanya as their emblem, the citizens joined in and began their mass migration.

Back to the present.

As the representative of the thirty thousand citizens, Wein stood together with Cosimo as they confronted Caldmellia and Gruyere.

What a strange coincidence. Im surprised to see you two here. Wein tried to hold back his smile.

Caldmellia returned one in kind. Yes. When I heard that the greatest minds of the Empire would be gathered here, I thought you might be attending, Crown Prince. However, I never imagined we would meet like this.

Why are you representing Mealtars? Gruyere asked. Youre the crown prince of Natra. Theyve got nothing to do with you.

All due to a series of complex circumstances. Of course, Mayor Cosimo is well aware that Ive taken up this position, and there is no need for concern.

As their eyes fell on him, Cosimo nodded. Gruyere posed no further questions, seemingly satisfied.

That aside, I wish to extend my thanks on behalf of the people of Mealtars, Wein said as he slightly bowed his head. With your aid, all the citizens have managed to escape the city. Your offer to take in thirty thousand people has showed me the generosity of Levetia.

Of course. We always wish to aid the oppressed. Im pleased that we have been able to save the people from the tyrannical rule of the Empire.

Caldmellias response was flawless.

Well then, Wein said. I would like to confirm one thing about your plans, now that youve taken us in

Cosimos heart felt like it might burst from the tension at any moment.

Calm down You can handle this

When he heard the news about the failed assassination attempt on Demetrio, his knees had nearly given out from under him. His mayoral duty and love for his hometown were the only two things that had kept him standing. He was obviously going to be the target of blame. He needed to focus on maintaining his political position in Mealtars.

But it didnt take long for the situation to spiral out of control. The prince of an ally nation had been taken into custody because of his failure to persuade the guards. The assassin had not been captured. He had to deal with the two Imperial princes who were threatening him to surrender the cityor else.

He should have been the one leading the princes by the nose and appraising their abilities, but the tables had turned. He was now on the defensive.

Hed been able to keep the city from running wild with cooperation from Princess Lowellmina and Princess Falanya. But the crucial negotiations with the princes hadnt been going well. In the end, theyd exhausted all their optionsor so hed thought.

Well rouse the citizens of Mealtars and crush the plans of all three armies laying siege to the city.

When Wein had come to him with this suggestion, Cosimos jaw had dropped. His proposal was to do something at an unbelievable scale.

Cosimo managed to fearfully ask him why.

Why are you cooperating with us?

Wein was part of the delegation from Natra. Not only were they not from Mealtars, they werent even from the Empire. No one would blame them for escaping through the underground passages. But here they were, attempting to cross a dangerous bridge for Mealtars, which made Cosimo suspicious as to whether it was really out of a sense of justice or benevolence.

Weins answer was simple.

Falanya is crazy about this town. As her big brother, its my job to make sure my little sister comes home in a good mood.

It hadnt seemed like a lie or a ruse. It was like he was taking a gamble and getting involved to spare his sisters feelings.

Cosimo thought it was absurd. But at the same time, he felt a euphoria that he hadnt experienced in a long time.

Reminds me of my younger days when I would weigh my life and gold on a scale

Cosimo was a seasoned merchant. Hed seen his fair share of dangerous situations. That experience said it all: Now was the time to put his life on the line once again.

Ive placed my bet on Prince Wein! Now I must wait and see how this plays out!

Reluctant to miss even a second, Cosimo focused intently on the meeting.

Our plans? Caldmellia repeated, looking troubled. To drive back the princes who are fighting for the control of the city and liberate it. Isnt that right, King Gruyere?

Mmm Gruyere grunted when he was roped into the conversation.

After all, he had claimed they could beat the two princes with a small army, especially with the bloodbath happening in the city as their two armies clashed. If they stepped in at the right time, they might easily win.

If they had enough supplies.

On the other hand, if they took thirty thousand refuges into their care, their resources would only last a few days. Reinforcements would resupply them, but they would run out long before that could happen.

Without adequate supplies, there was no saying how the situation would pan out. If they were stuck in the city for a war of attrition, Levetia would starve to death first.

Yeah, thats the plan.

But if Gruyere was honest to a fault, Wein would know all his weaknesses. Gruyeres answer was taciturn.

Is that so? Wein saw right through his expression. I have been talking over the details with the citizens. You have already helped us escape the city. We will not impose on you any longer. That would be ungracious.

No need to hold back. But what would you do if you left our protection? Hypothetically.

We would take the city back ourselves.

Caldmellias and Gruyeres eyes widened.

Wein continued. Therefore, I want you to sell me your extra weapons, food, and supplies at three times the price.

What will you do, Caldmellia?

Weins plan was to empty the city, which would cause the princes to fight over it and weaken their troops. Then he would purchase weapons from Levetia and wear their army down. All the while, the refugees would be transformed into a militia, and they would hurry back to the city and try to negotiate with the exhausted armies of both princes.

Anyone who heard this plan would undoubtedly claim it was ludicrous. But the first steps had already gone well.

The princes are chipping away their stamina. After taking in the people of Mealtars, Levetia wont have much time left. I bet they want to go home as soon as possible.

Of course, the army of Levetia had a reputation to uphold. If they declared they would liberate the oppressed city only to sell their weapons and return home, they would be scorned.

I am aware that you will not be swayed by money, since you act in accordance with the divine will of God. But I ask that you remember Mealtars is a merchant city. A coin is a symbol of good faith. I would prefer to pay you somehow.

He would buy their honor with gold.

As soon as we get the city back, we will erect a stone monument to symbolize your goodwill and build a large temple. Mealtars is a strategic point that connects the East and West. I think these new additions would attract more followers.

In other words, Wein was implying hed offer them money and reputation, in exchange for leaving their weapons and food then going home.

I see, Caldmellia murmured to herself.

If hes imposing the refugees on us while proposing this plan, that must mean he has no other options.

If Caldmellia was a pious believer from the bottom of her heart, she wouldnt take the deal. She would see this holy war through to the very end.

But she was a politician. She understood that taking in the refugees would destroy her initial plan. Even if they stayed behind, theyd only incur further injury.

How wonderful! Forcing us to consider taking in the entire population of the city? Youve exceeded my wildest expectations, Prince Wein, she commended.

That is why I have no choice but to refuse you.

And then she chuckled.

Across from her, Wein twitched with narrowed eyes. That sent a chill down Caldmellias spine.

How fun! I want to play with him moreto deny him, to frustrate him, to feel upset, to hurt everyone, to widen the wound and make a big mess! I want to see how hell respond!

Heaps of people would die. The earth would be drenched in blood. She might even die herself. But that was okay.

After all, it was more fun that way

I accept.

What? Caldmellia slowly turned her head toward the voice next to her. King Gruyere, what did you just say?

I said I would accept, Director Caldmellia of the Gospel Bureau.

They stared each other down. There was a frightening specter of death residing in Caldmellias eyes.

I believe Im the one responsible for this matter.

And Im in charge of the army. And I say we accept his proposal.

He knew it would be better to call it quits. They were already at a disadvantage, and they were in Imperial territory. It was possible that Prince Demetrios army would hear about the situation and come back.

If we stick it out, we might be able to fold the residents of the city into our army. But Prince Wein might use his people to trip us up and prolong the war.

Which had been Caldmellias hope.

But Gruyere had no intention of going along with her eccentricities.

Oh dear

Caldmellia knew Gruyere was stubborn. After thinking it over, she seemed to speak with resignation. We will sell you only the surplus. Until we can confirm the citizens have reclaimed the city, our formation will remain intact.

Fine by me.

I agree.

Wein smiled and held out his hand. Thank you for your cooperation, Director Caldmellia, King Gruyere.

Within the walls of Mealtars, fights had broken out between the two armies of both princes.

Both had divided their forces between taking control of the city and striking the enemy from the outside. The battle was spreading on both fronts.

Obviously, Prince Bardloche held the upper hand outside the city. While Prince Manfred fought hard, his forces true talents lay elsewhere.

On the other hand, Manfred had the advantage within the castle walls. That was because he had secretly gathered intelligence on the citys layout beforehand and shared it with his subordinates. His troops made use of the defensive equipment on hand and successfully repelled many of Bardloches soldiers.

In this push and shove, Glen raised his voice at the fringes of the battlefield outside the city.

All units, follow me! Well smash through their defenses!

Yes, sir!

Led by Glen on horseback, the soldiers rushed forward and pierced through enemy lines like an arrow.

The man at the front is their leader! Stop him! the enemy shouted, but Glen mowed them down with his large sword.

You think you can slow us down?!

Glen pushed in deeper and moved past two lines of soldiersthen three.

Captain! Were going to break through and reach the back!

Okay! Well take our formation and

Glen suddenly stopped his horse.

Captain?! The subordinate turned around to check if something had happened.

Glen glared ahead of them for a few seconds. Were changing the direction of our advance! Well come at them from their flanks!

What? A-all units, follow the captain!

Glens forces suddenly turned their heels and headed in another direction.

From behind the forces that had been Glens initial target, Strang looked on at the situation.

I guess he noticed. I was so close.

Strang had strategically deployed a weaker formation for Glen to rip through. His plan had been to draw the main force in and catch them in a trap at the back of the formation.

Thats fine. Now Glen has veered to the side. Tell the main unit to advance twenty steps and place more pressure on the battlefield.

Understood!

Strang considered his strategy as he barked out his orders.

Its not looking good

He had already known they were at a disadvantage fighting Bardloches army head-on. They seemed to be holding out within the walls, but that wouldnt last much longer.

Should I suggest retreating while damage is minimal? Im not sure how Levetia will react if they know they have a chance to come out on top

Strang glanced to the west.

Hmm? He saw a few thousand people coming down from the hill.

Levetia is moving No! Wait! Is that?!

He was wrong. Levetia was still in formation on top of the hill. And the people descending the hill were toutingthe flag of Mealtars.

Huh! Youre really something, Wein! Strang shouted.

Send a message to Prince Manfred! Prepare for a cease-fire! The golden goose has returned to talk!

Will you actually be able to arm and mobilize the citizens of Mealtars? We want to drive the princes armies back.

Yeah, no, Wein answered Lowellmina frankly before they put their plan into action. Weve got fifteen thousand men out of thirty thousand people. Subtract the children, the elderly, the lazy, and anyone else who doesnt want to cooperate. Well be lucky if we have even five thousand. And theyre almost all merchants with zero combat experience. Well be able to buy enough weapons from Levetia to arm three thousand soldiers. But even then we wont pose a serious challenge to the enemy.

Then

But itll still be a battle, Wein said. The princes see the people of Mealtars as their cash cows. When they realize lost lives mean lost profit, they wont want to fight us. Plus, the princes are in the middle of a heated battle. They cant just order their soldiers to capture the murderous men of Mealtars.

And the unwounded soldiers of Levetia are backing the citizens. This will really put a thorn in the princes sides. Theyll lose no matter what they do. Wein grinned.

Meaning theyll have no choice but to deal with our sinister wiles

The sun set, making space for a brief moment of silence in Mealtars.

A cease-fire had been signed. Both of the princes set up camp in a location more distant to the city. Under the condition that they kept the castle gate open, the citizens were allowed to return to their homes.

That was something, Prince Wein.

They were in a room in Cosimos manor. Present were five men and women: Lowellmina, Bardloche, Manfred, Cosimo, and Wein.

Never thought youd go so far for a meeting, Bardloche said odiously.

Manfred didnt miss a beat. You came right when our stamina was flagging from fighting against each other. It sounds simple enough, but Im surprised.

He tried to flash his pompous smile, but it had no energy to it.

How do you plan to make us lay down our arms? Manfred asked.

Wein shook his head. There seems to be a misunderstanding between us.

What?

Wein continued on. Why did you have to fight against Mealtars in the first place?

Why? Thats because of

The failed assassination attempt on Prince Demetrio. Was that orchestrated by Mealtars?

Both princes gaped at him.

It had been widely accepted that was an excuse to attack the city. But Wein was unconvinced and trying to hint at the truth.

First, I have not been unjustly imprisoned. As you can see, I am free.

Yes.

They wouldnt be in this current situation if hed truly been imprisoned. Bardloche gnashed his teeth.

Next, there is no reason to believe they are conspiring with the West. Its true that they have in the past, but that governor-general has already been judged for these deeds.

Thats strange, Manfred pointed out. In that case, why is Levetia still in formation on the western hill? The people of Mealtars came streaming down from their direction. Isnt that proof that theyre working together?

Wein smiled. No, that was all me.

What? Both princes seemed confused.

It appears the rumors of my confinement reached the West. I am a candidate to become one of the Holy Elite, after all. They were concerned for my welfare. It made sense that they would use this opportunity to try and save the people of Mealtars as well.

Those were some serious mental gymnastics.

But this was the plan that had been cosigned by Wein and Caldmellias group. After all, it would give them more credibility to say they had come to save the merchants and rescue a candidate for an important position.

What about the failed assassination? They havent caught the criminal, Bardloche said.

Dont tell me you think Bardloche or I did it, Manfred warned brazenly.

His brother scowled, daring Wein to talk his way out of this one.

Wein flashed the two of them a smile. About that. Something stood out to me the whole time: How did the criminal do it?

What do you mean?

I talked it over with Mayor Cosimo. The city guards are impeccable. Plus you have private security at your manors. Itd be unrealistic to expect an assassin to slip through them.

Except, Wein went on. Theres only one person who could stand a chance. And that isnt me, Mayor Cosimo, Prince Bardloche, Prince Manfred, or Princess Lowellmina.

Manfred gasped. It cant be.

Wein nodded. YesIt was set up by Prince Demetrio himself. That is the truth.

Bardloche stood up and shouted. Dont play dumb! Why would he do that?!

To bring us to this very point. The reputation of Mealtars has plummeted. Your armies are tired and sustained losses. If Prince Demetrio returned with his army right now, he could drive you out of here without much hassle. Which would leave him with Mealtars and the throne.

Wein didnt think this was the truth. He was fairly certain that he must have been the target of this assassination attempt even though Demetrio had managed to get himself poisoned.

I was shocked when Prince Wein explained the situation to me, Lowellmina admitted. But I believe it to be true. Demetrio must have had no intention to participate in the summit from the very beginning. Thats why he was so unresponsive during our discussions and continued to assert his right to the throne Wouldnt you both agree?

The princes finally saw the full picture.

It cant be. Theyre putting all the blame one thought.

On Demetrio?! the other finished.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Exactly! Wein smirked inside. Neither of you wanted the summit to go well. Thats what youve been banking on since the beginning. You need someone to blame for its failure.

The Summit of the Imperial Children was a gathering of leaders. If absolutely nothing came of it, the attendees of the ceremony and the citizens of the Empire would be exasperated. There needed to be an acceptable reason why it didnt turn out well.

And Wein was going to make Demetrio take the fall for everything: the pointless summit, the wasted assassination attempt, the fight between the two princes, bad weather.

He was basically asking to conspire together to make it a reality.

At any rate, Demetrio wasnt in the room. While he had the right to be present, he was the only one who had returned home. And he couldnt refute anything if he wasnt there.

Mealtars has prepared adequate compensation for you for this unnecessary fight. We will refrain from pursuing any further relationship with Prince Demetrio, Cosimo said quietly.

It was a declaration that they would pay back the money used for the battle and not side with Prince Demetrio.

If I reject this plan, Bardloche thought, Manfred will do the opposite and go along with them. On the other hand, theres no way Demetrio would try joining up with me. Hes a lone wolf.

Manfred was next to him thinking the same thing.

Even if I turn this down, pair up with Bardloche, and capture Mealtars, itll just break out in another struggle. Then Demetrio would actually be the one who wins in this situation. But Ive just fought against Bardloche. It would be hard to establish friendly relations now.

The two continued to think long and harduntil they reached a conclusion. Oddly enough, it was the same one.

Fair enough.

I have no objections.

Wein grinned in satisfaction.

I thought you two might say that.

A few days later, Bardloche, Manfred, and Lowellmina made a joint statement announcing the failure of the summit. They all criticized Demetrio as the cause. Although he obviously denied this, this caused his power to significantly wane.

After a long series of events, the Summit of the Imperial Children finally reached a temporary conclusion.