Book 8: Chapter 3

Book 8: Chapter 3

The old capital of Lushan was a city situated in the heart of the West. It was the location where Levetia, the founder of the religion, received a revelation from God to embark on a pilgrimage. Obeying this epiphany, Levetia circled the continent once, spreading Gods Word and gaining converts. With these new followers, the leader founded the city of Lushan, which became the crux of the religion. It was the heart of the Western continent both geographically and spiritually.

In the present day, Lushan and the surrounding area were treated not as a part of a country, but as a vicinity directly under Levetias control.

The townscape is surprisingly average, Ninym murmured as she stared out the window of the swaying carriage.

Yeah, its pretty behind on the times, but it really does feel like your typical Western city, replied her carriage mate, Wein.

It wasnt strange, though. Lushan was the standard for Western architectural design. In other words, other Western cities were copies of Lushan, not the other way around.

The vibe in the city feels different, Wein pointed out.

Yes. Its almost eerily solemn and quiet Its population is large, but most of them wear the Circles, and many are pious believers.

The Circles were a symbol of Levetia that devout followers wore around their necks. Primarily made of metal, they consisted of two perfectly round, interconnected circles, each about the size of ones palm. One represented Gods completeness while the other represented a continent where the word of Levetia reached every corner.

From what I can tell, there are just as many pilgrims as locals. Makes sense since they set up a million roads to make sure these trips are easy to navigate.

Yes, most of the Western nations do have a direct path to Lushan, Ninym added.

Thats because the city doesnt seem to cultivate many crops. Even the heart of Levetia is bound to dry up if its hard to get through these parts. Wein looked at the worshippers outside the window. Anyway, it impresses me that they can bear to wear those Circles all the time. They must have so many knots in their shoulders.

Just so you know, you might want to consider wearing one at the Gathering, too, Wein.

Do they have any light, wood ones?

That wouldnt befit His Royal Highness, now would it?

Wein grumbled, Yeah, I guess. The carriage arrived in the heart of Lushan. They were greeted by an enormous plaza, and an even larger building lorded over it.

The Agency of the Holy King. The central pillar of Levetia. All who looked upon it were overcome with awe by its stonemasonry and an undeniable presence. Even the palace couldnt match its magnificence.

Well, I better go in the lair of demons for a formal greeting. Ninym, stay with Falanya at the inn they reserved for us.

The headquarters of Levetia. Even if her hair was dyed black, this was no place a Flahm like Ninym could easily enter.

Be careful, Wein.

If worst comes to worst, Ill set it on fire and make my escape.

Wein left Ninym and stepped out of the carriage. Together with several guards, he entered the Agency of the Holy King.

Well, would ya look at that.

The place had an austere atmosphere. There was no gold or silver or lavish ornamentation anywhere to be seen. The ceiling was as tall as several people, and the cold stone walls that seemingly continued into forever felt unreal.

It was like being lost in another world.

Streams of people came and went through its doors. They wore simple habits and silently walked with their heads held high. One could say they were paragons of Levetia, but their lack of humanity made them seem more like life-size dolls.

I wasnt joking when I called this place a lair of demons.

Was it always like this, or was it the current rulers influence? Just as Wein realized hed have to brace himself

Its been quite some time, Crown Prince.

A chill ran up his spine. When he turned toward the voice, he was met by a woman standing there with her retinue. She was ravishing. Her hair shimmered, and her eyes were as deep as the abyss. With features that were a mix between the charm of a young woman and the vitality of a little girl, it was hard to believe she was even of this earth.

What a surpriseIm honored Lady Caldmellia would welcome me herself.

The director of Levetias Gospel Bureau, Caldmellia. A woman who was a force to be reckoned with, second only to the Holy Elites.

And now, she was standing right before Wein.

You are a guest of honor who has kindly accepted our invitation. Such hospitality is only natural.

Caldmellia smiled sweetly. From her grin to her gaze, every part of this woman hid both a mystique and repulsiveness incongruent to her holy profession.

Is this your first time visiting Lushan? What do you think of the old capital?

As one might expect of Levetias birthplace, it has a stately and refined atmosphere.

Ha-ha. It must seem that way for outsiders, but its far more relaxed than usual. It has been quite a while since the Gathering of the Chosen was last held in Lushan, and the citizens are in a festive mood.

This is festive? If I were to visit Lushan on a normal day, I fear I might suffocate from its stiff formalities.

You will grow accustomed to it, Prince Wein At any rate, Ill be in trouble if I force our guest of honor to stand around chatting any longer. Please, come this way. Someone is waiting for you.

There was no need to ask who that someone was. Guided by Caldmellia, Wein and his guards continued farther into the structure.

Im relieved to see you appear no different from our last meeting, Lady Caldmellia.

By Gods good grace, yesIm in good health.

According to records, Caldmellia was over sixty years old, though she appeared to be in her thirties. Even her twenties wouldnt be a stretch. There was talk that this Caldmellia was someone else who had inherited the name. Either way, the word monster fit her terrifyingly well.

Please forgive me if this comes across as rude, but do you have a secret to good health?

By living life. A satisfactory life is the key to youth and vitality.

Thats not an answer I would expect from a follower of Levetia.

Repressing your needs is not the only way to show loyalty to God. King Gruyere is a great example of this.

Yes, I see. Wein found himself nodding as she cited Gruyeres paunch. And what brings you joy, Lady Caldmellia?

Guiding lost sheep who have gone astray, she replied. Its fulfilling when my words set them on the right path.

Im certain your guidance brings them days of utmost bliss, Lady Caldmellia.

I hope so.

Their conversation was temporarily interrupted. Cold footsteps echoed as if manifestations of the air between them. Caldmellia was the first to break the silence.

It seems that you have really come into your own, Your Highness.

Do you think so? I feel like Ive been collecting problems since becoming regent, so I was worried I might be crushed under the pressure.

With your accomplishments, I imagine youd be able to stand up straight with pridethough it has inflated your ego.

My accomplishments? Ive just been lucky to keep up with the times.

Wein shrugged his shoulders, but Caldmellia shook her head.

There are too many people to count who find it impossible to keep up. Natra is blessed to have you at its head during this tumultuous time.

Well, its too early to say whether that is actually a blessing, Wein replied. After all, our time will see even greater turbulence in the future. Whether I am remembered as Natras savior or a quack doctor who only managed to keep his dying nation afloat a little while longerwill only be determined once everything is over.

I see Youre quite right.

That is to say nothing of the tidal wave approaching us imminently.

Caldmellia brushed off Weins sarcasm with a smile. Shall I offer a hand if youre drowning, Your Highness?

While I appreciate the gesture, the waters might suck you in, too.

Hee-hee, drowning with you, Prince, might make things interesting.

With this, the group arrived at a large door. When Caldmellias subordinate opened it, an expansive room, the throne within it, and the person sitting atop it came into view.

Your Holiness, Prince Wein has arrived.

Upon hearing her introduction, the figure broke out of a deep meditation.

This is

Holy King Silverio. The man sitting at the pinnacle of both the Holy Elites and the Levetia religion was right there.

Come forward, Crown Prince.

At Caldmellias insistence, Wein stepped farther into the audience chamber, mentally taking note of Silverio. From what he could tell, the Holy King was up there in years. He had a small frame, and his hands were withered. His eyes were clouded white, presumably from age, and the cane at hand nearby indicated that his legs were not what they once were. Wein worried he might be crushed by the weight of his robes, and his overall impression of the king was one of frailty.

From what I heard, hes the type to eat and drink nothing for a month, praying for citizens who have fallen victim to disaster or persuading a group of bandits by marching into their den himself. In fact, theres talk going around that hes a puppet and Caldmellia is behind all this

Caldmellia walked ahead to stand by the Holy Kings side, and Wein understood something after seeing them next to each other. On one side was the youthful Caldmellia, and on the other was Holy King Silverio, who was more decaying branch than human. Anyone would agree that it looked like the witch was sucking the life out of the Holy King.

Weins heart didnt lower its guard for a second, however.

After all, he carries the most precious blood in the entire world.

Compared to most of the other Holy Elites who were royalty, Silverio was a Holy King who held no secular position. Without the titles of Holy King and Holy Elite, he would be an average clergyman. Even if such a thing were to hypothetically happen, however, Silverio would never be treated like a normal person for the rest of his days. This was because Silverio was a descendent of Levetiathe founder of their religion.

Im not one to talk, but I do find it impressive that this bloodline has been tracked so meticulously for a century.

To become a Holy Elite, one of the conditions was that one must be blood-related to either the founder, Levetia, or one of the leading disciplespeople of the distant past. Genealogy was a complex and obscure matter, and it wasnt rare for some to use power and money to keep this title in the family. A majority of the present Holy Elites had no definitive proof of their actual blood relations.

Among them, Wein and Silverio were the odd exceptions who could clearly trace back their roots. Of course, their statuses were worlds apart since Wein was just a descendent of a lead disciple, while Silverio was a descendent of their founder.

All generations of Silverios family were born, raised, and served as clergy in Lushan. Many of them were appointed not just as Holy Elites but later as Holy Kings.

If a Holy Elite with a secular position becomes a Holy King, it grants a substantial amount of power to their home country. It seems like in many cases, Silverios familywho dont have titles or landwould become Holy Kings, to prevent a single country from getting an unfair advantage. As a result, they have produced many Holy Kings.

It was no mistake to think their elevated status was intentional. Wein himself placed no stock in bloodlines, but he knew the public thought they were worth something. Silverios family must have believed the same thing. That was why they spent long months and years trying to increase the value of their blood.

Now standing next to each other was a descendant from this shrewd family and the witch who relished sending people to their doom. Anyone who could relax at this point would also probably feel comfortable napping in front of a starving tiger.

Its an honor to meet you, Your Holiness. Ive come from Natra to accept your generous invitation to the Gathering of the Chosen.

As Wein gave his textbook greeting, he peered at Silverio. The Holy King gave no reaction. Both his eyes and ears seemed very distant, and he suddenly turned to Caldmellia and whispered something. Wein couldnt catch it, but she gave him a small nod.

His Holiness welcomes you.

It wasnt at all rare for statesmen to maintain a degree of separation and an air of mystery by refusing to speak directly to their vassals and citizens. In this case, however, it was likely because raising his voice was too exhausting for someone Silverios age.

Its hard to get a read on him. I wanna learn more about this Holy King, but Wein was deep in thought.

The Gathering of the Chosen will commence the day after tomorrow. Until then, please rest from your travels in the residence we have provided.

They were apparently eager to end the conversation, and Wein mentally clucked his tongue in irritation.

Thank you for your consideration. Before I take my leave, however, I wish to confirm something with His Holiness: the true reason Ive been called to this conference.

Wein cut straight to the heart of the matter, but Caldmellia answered as if shed been expecting him to bring this up.

As mentioned in His Holinesss personal missive, the precursor to turmoil currently hangs over Varno. We do not know when the disturbance in the Empire will spread to the West. We wish to discuss how to deal with this matter during the Gathering and have thus invited you, Prince Wein, to hear about your insight on the Empire and seek guidance.

I understand now. Wein stole a glance at the Holy King once again, but Silverio didnt move a muscle. He apparently couldnt hope to see any voluntary reactions.

Should I try provoking him?

He was several steps away from the Holy Kings throne. There were a limited number of guards. If Wein wanted to, he could get right up in Silverios face. Hed be able to read whether the king took on a look of confusion, fear, angeranything.

I cant secure a disposal method or an escape route here, so it would be unrealistic to do something about the Holy King, but if I took a step toward him

What would happen then?

As soon as the thought crossed Weins mind, a naked blade came at his throat.

! Wein instinctively took a step back.

Whatever is the matter, Prince Wein? Caldmellia tilted her head with a puzzled expression, and it was then that Wein realized there was no knife to be found.

Youve gotta be kidding

Her presence was so strong that hed imagined a knife was flying at him.

It wasnt Caldmellia who had done this. Weins behavior confused the guards around him. The only one to remain still as stonewas the Holy King.

Feeling sweat drip down the side of his temple, Wein gave a tight-lipped smile. Worry not. It seems Im just a bit fatigued from the journey.

Holy King Silverio. He was not a foe to be underestimated.

In that case, you ought to rest at the estate. I shall ready a carriage immediately.

Thank you. It would be unfortunate if I were to catch cold and be unable to attend the Gathering.

Both His Holiness and I look forward to hearing your honest opinion, Prince Wein.

I have nothing to offer, but I shall try my best to meet your expectations. Well then, if youll excuse me.

Wein bowed to the Holy King and Caldmellia before turning on his heel. He soon disappeared behind the door.

Mellia.

Without missing a beat, Caldmellia waited upon Silverio and strained to hear his raspy voice.

Will this individual help our flower bloom?

Without question.

I see Silverio murmured. A great flower to swallow up this land Its sure to be beautiful.

I promise to show it to you, Your Holiness.

Silverios clouded eyes seemed to gaze into the distance, and Caldmellia gave a respectful bow.

I just wanna go hoooooooome! Wein shrieked in one of the rooms of the manor allotted to him, after safely returning from the Agency of the Holy King.

We cant leave yet. We just got here, and the Gathering hasnt even started yet.

Ninyms typical dismissal of his comments only encouraged Wein to continue.

Obviously! But Caldmellia will always be bad news, and I got a feeling that the Holy King is, too. With the two of them attending the Gathering, itll spell the worst news of the year! Weve hit max suckage levels, and Im screwed if I dont show up! What did I do to deserve this?!

I thought I heard you say, Dont you underestimate me, Caldmellia, on the way here.

Lets just pretend I didnt!

No take-backs.

Gweh, Wein groaned. Come to think of it, whats Falanya up to?

She went to bed early to prepare for the party tomorrow. The princess is fretting about going in your place and doing a job thatll please you.

Ninym broke into a tiny smile, and Wein grinned wryly.

She doesnt have to get that worked up over it. Well, at least Falanyas not running into any problems. I can just focus on the Gathering.

A knock came at the door. A servant.

Your Highness, there is a messenger from Prince Tigris in front of the estate. He wishes to meet with you.

Wein and Ninym immediately looked at each other.

Understood. Let him in.

It didnt take long for the servant to return with the messenger.

I am Fushto. I serve Master Tigris.

The messenger in front of Wein bowed down. He had to be one of the people who had waited on Tigris when they met the other day.

I have come to deliver both a spoken message and a letter to you, Prince Wein.

Im listening.

Fushtos gaze turned to Ninym nearby.

Shes my Heart. Theres no reason for her to leave, Wein said.

My apologies, but Master Tigriss message is of utmost importance.

Then I definitely need her here.

Fushto grimaced, and Wein glared at him.

If you cant respect my decision, then get out. And tell Prince Tigris that our alliance is done.

My apologies. I spoke out of turn. Please forgive me.

Tigris himself might not have had the same reaction, but Fushto was a servant. When Wein threatened to annul the partnership, the man had no choice but to comply. Fushto pulled out a letter from his breast pocket and handed it to Ninym. The wax seal was unmistakably Velancias, and inside was a message from Tigris and a map.

Tomorrow evening, he has arranged for a meeting with a third party at an abandoned manor outside the city as indicated on the map. The contents of the letter state the same thing.

Oh, this is the individual Ive been hearing about. Who is it?

Im sorry. I am not privy to that information.

Prince Tigris loves secrets, it seems. Anyway, tell him I understand.

Yes, of course. Fushto bowed once and quickly left the room to report to his master. After they watched him leave, Ninym mumbled quietly, breaking her silence. You didnt have to be so stubborn.

I wasnt being stubborn. I was stating the obvious.

This made Ninym look happy but troubled. She coughed and quickly returned to her normal self. So you have a secret meeting tomorrow?

Seems that way. Who do you think this third person is, Ninym?

She thought for a moment. Most likely another Holy Elitebut its not King Gruyere apparently, and Prince Miroslav is backing King Skrei, so it couldnt be him either.

And if you take out Tigris, that leaves us with the Holy King, Steel, or Agata.

Since His Holiness already has power, I doubt hed go along with such an underhanded scheme. That leaves either Duke Steel or Representative Agata. Youve caught Duke Steels eye, right, Wein?

Wein looked queasy. Im not thrilled about that, but yeah, apparently Ugh, I dont wanna team up with Steel. Maybe Skrei came up to Tigris out of nowhere and shook things up.

If were just speculating, I wonder if Prince Miroslav will also do something. He might give up on King Skrei if hes less compliant than expected.

If hes looking to replace Skrei, wouldnt Miroslav come to me himself? Or maybe he thinks itll be hard to back me on his own, since Im not someone who abides by the rules like Skrei. In that case, if we team up Hmm.

Wein crossed his arms and groaned. After all, he was up against the Holy Elites. These guys could put on sunny smiles in front of their constituents even as a laundry list of machinations were in their heads. It would be no surprise if someone out of left field was waiting for him.

Who do you hope it is?

Doesnt matter to me as long as theyll hear me out and arent a pain to deal with.

And who would that be?

No one

Her masters listlessness put a tiny smile on Ninyms face.

And what if it was Director Caldmellia? she asked.

Id go home, Wein answered without missing a beat.

He really isnt a fan, she thought to herself.

Well, not even Tigris would think of joining forces with her. Its hard to be friends with a person who will never be swayed by logic or data.

Well, at any rate, should we look further into our main suspectsDuke Steel and Representative Agatawhile we wait for tomorrow night?

Sounds like a plan.

With Weins permission, Ninym quickly set off to gather the necessary documents.

Early the next morning.

Nngh.

In her room in the mansion, Falanya woke up a bit earlier than usual. Her waking time wasnt the only part that was different. It usually took her a while to shake off the last vestiges of sleep, but the princess was different today. She smacked her cheeks with both hands, firmly shrugged off the tempting invitation of her soft bed to sleep in, and ran out of her bedchamber.

Good morning, Princess Falanya. Youre looking well this morning.

Of course. After all, I have an important job to do today, she responded with a proud sniff as her lady-in-waiting helped her get dressed.

She would be mingling with the continents most influential people in place of her brother. Falanya had enjoyed similar opportunities since her experience in Mealtars, but she had the same reaction every time.

Youll run out of steam if you get too worked up.

Once she was dressed and the lady-in-waiting had taken her leave, Nanaki appeared out of nowhere.

Dont worry, I slept well. Nerves and excitement didnt stop me from getting a good nights rest!

She wasnt bluffing either. Shed never felt better, and her heart was burning with passion. Falanya was positive the day was going to be a great success.

Nanaki knew shed crash and burn if she kept this up, even with the extra sleep. It didnt pose much of an issue to him, however, so he stayed silent.

Important things first, Nanaki: Id like to confirm the schedule for today. Lets go meet Wein.

Didnt you do that last night?

Come on.

Shell find any excuse to see her brother, Nanaki thought as Falanya half dragged him.

Just as he approached Weins room with the princess, who was on cloud nine

One sec, Falanya.

Huh? Whats wrong?

Not responding to her questioning looks, Nanaki quietly cracked open the door to Weins room. He stood still for a few seconds before trying to shut it again.

What is it, Nanaki? Falanya leaned on him and tried to peek into the room. She saw Wein and Ninym, and

Should I add dye to the comb before I brush it?

Yes, but it might get on your fingers.

Its no big deal. Cmon, Ninym, face the mirror.

Okay, okay.

Falanya could see her brother was reapplying black dye to Ninyms hair. The master gathered up his servants hair and started to comb it gently. This was something that would be absolutely forbidden in public.

Itd be much faster if I did it myself.

Relax. Let me try it once.

Fine

Wein, triumphant. Ninym, embarrassed. Falanya had a feeling she shouldnt be watching this intimate moment between the two people whom she so admired, and her cheeks flushed.

Umm We probably shouldnt interrupt them.

Good call. Also, youre heavy, Falanya.

Am not.

As this exchange took place

Hey.

Mrwagh?!

It didnt take long until Wein spotted them.

What are you doing over there? Make up your mind. If youre going to come in, hurry up.

O-okay.

Wein left no room for argument. Stiff as a board, Falanya stepped inside. Ninym had already moved from the front of the mirror to a corner of the room, and she broke out into a tiny smile when she saw Falanya. The princess whimpered under her breath.

So do you have business with me this early in the morning, Falanya?

W-well, I thought I should run the schedule by you, she replied hesitantly.

Wein nodded. Okay. Ill be looking over papers in the manor, and youll be going to the party in my place. Ninym will investigate the location of the meetup tonight.

What meetup tonight? Falanya asked, tilting her head.

Ah, Wein said. You went to bed early. One of Prince Tigriss messengers stopped by yesterday. Ill be having a chat with a third party tonight.

Falanya had also heard that Wein would have a secret meeting with Tigris at some point, but now that it was upon them, her chest was heavy with worry.

Will you be okay, Wein?

It might be dangerous, but Id say its worthwhile.

I will do my best to confirm nothing suspicious awaits us.

Falanya nodded at both of them. They didnt totally dispel her fears, but she knew that she could trust them when they had set their minds on something.

Well, thats the gist of things. I made a list of the important people you might meet at the party, so be sure to review it. Anything else youre worried about?

Falanya shook her head. Wein nodded and stroked her hair.

Im counting on you. Im sure youre nervous, but I know youll do great.

Ah Of course! I can handle it! Falanya instantly beamed, and her energyonce depletedseemed to spike. Im an accomplished princess, she thought.

So, Ninym, ready to pick up where we left off?

Oh, are you sure?

Yeah, we were in the middle of things Hm? Wein noticed his little sister fidgeting and looked at her quizzically. Whats wrong, Falanya?

N-nothing! Falanya shook her head and latched on to Nanakis arm. Thats all I have to say, s-so if youll excuse me!

She raced out of the room like a windstorm.

What was that all about?

Wein tilted his head, and Ninym observed the siblings with a gentle smile.

Lets get this started.

Id like to ask a few questions for reference. Can you think of anyone among the Holy Elite who bore a grudge against Prince Tigris?

I can. Knowing probably wont help on your quest to find your third person, though. Miroslav of Falcasso is one. He lost many of his soldiers after Tigris placed his men along the border of their two nations. It seems a treaty between Tigris and Agata of the Ulbeth Alliance has become strained, and apparently Tigris was trying to distance himself. There were rumors that hed been secretly associating with the king of Vanhelio, who doesnt think too highly of Steel.

It seems like Prince Tigris was spreading himself thin

He couldnt keep a tight rein on the beast called ambition. I could have watched him forever, personally. Gruyere chuckled. The Holy Elites are basically tied together. Agata keeps Levetia in check so he can control the Alliance and is in constant disagreement with the Agency of the Holy King. Miroslavs predecessor was a capable leader, so now hes met with opposition from every corner. You know, Ive had diplomatic relations with the Vanhelio Kingdom in the past.

For both emotional and national interests, the Holy Elite were seen as a unit from the outside, but they were eager to crush one another at the first opportunity. Gruyere was saying that was what it meant to be a Holy Elite.

This isnt going to be easy, Wein thought.

As if reading his mind, Gruyere continued, Just so you know, harboring you is the only help youll get out of me.

I understand. Thats not to say you arent up for making a deal, I take it?

If you can make it worth my while. Even I dont enjoy loaning money to a sinking ship.

Well then, what may I ask would be worth your while, King Gruyere?

Gruyere thought this over for a few seconds before looking at Tolcheila. I guess Id lend a hand if you agreed to marry Tolcheila. How about it?

Lets forget this conversation ever happened.

Gruyere could hardly contain his laughter as Tolcheila glared at Wein.

Prince Wein, do you detest me that much?

No, not at all. Its just that I refuse to have King Gruyere as my father-in-law.

Unable to hold it in any longer, Gruyere slapped his belly with a loud guffaw.

Youve secured your spot as my greatest adversary, Tolcheila snarled.

Its fun to watch the trials and tribulations of youth, but theres no greater pleasure than undertaking your own. Go on, Tolcheila. Im ready at any time.

Giving the father-daughter pair a side glance as they jokingly fought each other, Wein stared out the window.

I wonder how many clues I can gather in the time I have left

That would all depend on his Heart secretly running across Lushan.

Hows the situation looking?

In a corner of one of Lushans multitude of empty alleyways, two hooded figures stood concealed within the shadows.

His Highness is safe. Hes currently staying at the manor for the representatives from Soljest. Ninyms red eyes peeked out from under her hood. What about you, Nanaki?

Everyones pretty much a messespecially Falanya. Cant blame her, though, said the other figure. Im sure shell calm down once I get back and tell her Weins fine. Thats only a temporary fix. The manor is surrounded by guards, and no one can enter or leave. If this keeps up, theyll explode sooner or later.

Having their master suspected of murder and being put under house arrest in an unfamiliar foreign country put a substantial amount of stress on the hearts and minds of the delegation.

Then well have to resolve this as quickly as possiblebut we still dont know who the third person is, Ninym remarked.

I have a couple questions about that.

Im listening. What?

First, the guards moved way too fast. It felt that way when our manor was surrounded, but they also blockaded the city and stopped people from getting in or out in that same amount of time. They said it was to prevent the murderer from escaping, but it seemed like theyd prepared ahead of time.

There is a chance that theyre simply efficientbut it is worth noting.

I also did some digging before we met up and confirmed the locations of three of the Holy Elites on the night of the murder: Gruyere, Silverio, and Miroslav.

What did you learn?

I confirmed that Gruyere was at a party, Silverio at a ceremony, and Miroslav went to King Skreis manor. However, theres a chance that Miroslav snuck out.

If we include Prince Miroslav, the remaining suspects are him, Duke Steel, and Representative Agata. Someone had to be in the abandoned building at that time. Furthermore Ninym took a cylindrical object out of her breast pocket. I found this when I snuck inside. What do you think, Nanaki?

Is it a knife sheath? Its covered in dry blood This carved symbol

Belongs to the Ulbeth Alliance, Ninym finished. Its the emblem of Agatas city.

Ever since she lost track of Weins whereabouts, the word calm had vanished from Falanyas vocabulary.

Urghh

Moaning like a small animal, she wandered around her room like a ghost, sat down, thought for a minute, stood up, and paced the room again. She repeated this pattern, but it did nothing more than kill time. The delegation who saw her tried offering words of reassurance to set her mind at ease, but to no avail.

Sirgis, isnt Nanaki back yet? she asked.

I have not received any word, he answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

I see, Falanya mumbled and continued roaming around the room. Sirgis observed herand abruptly let out a quiet sigh.

I thought you might return to your senses in due course, but it appears that is not the case.

What was that? Did you say something?

Irritation sparked in his masters gaze, but Sirgis boldly pressed on. Regrettably, Your Highness, fret here all you like, but it will have no effect on Prince Weins return.

Hey! Falanya nearly lashed out at him. She swayed into a nearby chair. I know that, she replied. Are you saying I cant worry about my brother? she persisted with a pained expression.

Thats right, Sirgis shot back without a shred of mercy. It may be virtuous when the townspeople are overcome with worry for their family and pray for their safety. You, however, are the princess of a nation, and now that Prince Wein is missing, you are the representative of this delegation. If you wish to follow through on your desire to support him, you must take up the task of leading our people here.

His word pierced her heart. The silence stretched on. He, too, said nothing and continued to wait for the young girl sitting in front of him to take a new step forward.

Sirgis, please give me your opinion. What should I do? Give me the details.

Her question was that of a representative, and Sirgis gave a reverent bow.

First, you should take a warm, wet cloth and wipe your face. After that, please speak with each member of our delegation. A few words from you will unify everyone and allow us to face this dilemma.

Yes, youre right. I cant let them see me like this. Falanya smiled meekly. It was a grin that showed she was ready to take this on. I must ready my hair and clothes. Sirgis, please call the maids.

Understood. Sirgis accepted Falanyas orders and left the room. He muttered to himself as he walked down the corridor.

To think I would be instructing children. He broke into a self-deprecating smile, but it was quickly overshadowed. Our problems start here. I wonder if that prince can turn the situation around

If the prince failed to return safely, even the princesss resolve would crumble like sand. Of course, as he said a short while ago, no amount of worrying would change the situation.

Even so, Sirgis hoped the situation wouldnt leave the princess in tears.

Two days later, it was announced that the Gathering of the Chosen would resume.

Deep within the Agency of the Holy King was a residence for royalty. The reception room inside it was perfectly round, and a circular table was set in the center. These two circles represented the symbol of Levetia. Since time immemorial, the villa had served as a customary meeting place for the Holy Elites.

There were currently seven people sitting around the table.

King Gruyere of Soljest Kingdom.

Prince Miroslav of Falcasso Kingdom.

Representative Agata of the Ulbeth Alliance.

Duke Steel of Vanhelio Kingdom.

Holy King Silverio.

Next to the Holy King, the director of Levetias Gospel Bureau, Caldmellia.

And next to Prince Miroslav, the king of the Cavarin Kingdom, Skrei.

The leaders of the West had come together for the Gathering of the Chosen.

Welcome, everyone, I thank you for attending. Even in the spacious hall, Caldmellias voice cut through the air like a knife. I know we have had a bit of an accident, but I am grateful to have the chance to conduct this Gathering of the Chosen as the director of the Gospel Bureau.

The Holy Elites were apathetic.

Youre really going to call the death of a Holy Elite a little accident? Do they make you throw out all sanity and common sense when you become the director? Miroslav asked with dripping sarcasm.

Its the Gospel Bureau that is responsible for governing Lushan. You shouldnt diminish the death of a Holy Elite, Caldmellia.

Gruyere followed up on Miroslavs comment and gave her a challenging look. However, it would take more to shake Caldmellia.

But of course. I feel as if Prince Tigriss untimely passing in Lushan was my own personal failing. It pains me. Howeverif I may be so boldsuch a matter is trivial compared to this Gathering of the Chosen.

The eyes of the Holy Elite narrowed.

What do you mean by trivial, Lady Caldmellia? Agata questioned.

Caldmellia offered an explanation. As you all know, things are strained throughout the continent. Starting with the upheaval in the Empire, the embers of revolt now smolder in every nation. We cannot ignore the influence of the Eastern Levetia. That is why I believe the importance of our roles is unprecedently high.

So youre saying that the direction of this Gathering supersedes the life of a Holy Elite?

Precisely, Sir Agata. All Holy Elites dedicate themselves to the good of the people. Holding the Gathering of the Chosen is an act more important than fussing over this empty chair.

The Holy Elites remained silent. If they tossed out an immediate no here, it would look like they were prioritizing their own lives over the peoples. Everyone knew that wasnt a great road to head down.

Caldmellia must have been expecting this reaction; she was beaming.

Besides, we have an idea of who Prince Tigriss murderer is.

You mean the rumors about Prince Wein, right? Steel asked dejectedly. Could he really have killed Prince Tigris with his own hands?

Miroslav scoffed. He fled the scene, didnt he? Plus, hes still at large. How would claiming hes innocent make any sense?!

Agata quietly groaned. Ive heard that no eyewitnesses caught him in the act, but what exactly happened, Lady Caldmellia?

You are correct, Sir Agata. From the account I have heard from Prince Tigriss subordinate, Prince Tigris and Prince Wein met in an abandoned building, and the servant raced inside when he heard a strange noise. When he arrived, he found Prince Tigris dead and Prince Wein next to him.

Then the writing is on the wall! Miroslav exclaimed. It seems like the two were up to no good. Things fell through, and one ended up killing the other. Thats it. Lets just hurry up and get on with the next topic!

It was here that Gruyere interrupted with a smirk.

The prince of Falcasso seems to be in quite the rush. It sounds to me like arguing it further might be inconvenient for you.

Wha?! Dont be stupid! Im saying we should talk about other stuff that actually matters instead of wasting our time stating the obvious! Or does the Beast King of the North not understand human logic?!

Do one of these topics you find so significant involve King Skrei sitting next to you? Ah, its so tragic. Rather than mourning the death of a comrade, your biggest concern is filling his seat.

Ngh, damn you! Miroslav began to argue, but Steel voiced a theory of his own.

I wish to discuss it a bit further, too. Although Prince Tigris did not understand the arts, his soul was powerful. How was his glimmer stolen? How was it broken? If I can discover this, ah, Im certain it will benefit my artistic process!

But even if we discuss it, what clues do we

As Agata spoke, Gruyere broke into a wide smile. Dont worry on that point. It wont be long.

Long before what?

As the Holy Elites frowned, Holy King Silverio, who had been silent up until that point, suddenly turned toward the hall entrance. The door was pushed open, revealing a single person.

Oh, wonderful. Everyones here. I have had the pleasure of meeting several of you before but allow me to introduce myself again.

With all eyes on him, their visitor grinned.

I am the Crown Prince of Natra, Wein Salema Arbalest I apologize for being late, but I am here to attend the Gathering of the Chosen.

Wein should be showing up at the Gathering right about now.

Ninym let out a small sigh as she watched the Agency of the Holy King from a corner of an alley.

Ive been collecting as much information as possible for the past several days and concluded the third person is almost certainly Agata I just havent been able to find any damning evidence.

At this rate, it would be difficult to justifiably denounce him. Their last option depended on Wein allying with the Holy Elites, the most powerful figures in the West. They could make miracles happen. At the Gathering of the Chosen, the truth meant little. Everything depended on profit.

Ninym could only pray that Wein would demonstrate his knack at tricking others and lead them to the wrong conclusion.

But Ninym recalled something that happened when the two had parted. After examining the information shed gathered, Wein had asked her a single question.

I wonder why he asked that.

It was still a mystery to her. What value was there in that piece of information?

Hed asked, How far was the hanging chandelier from the hallway on the second floor?

Wein had appeared out of nowhere. Miroslav was the next to react after Silverio.

Bastard! How dare you show your face around here! Guards! Arrest him!

As Miroslav tried to call for soldiers in a hoarse voice, Wein raised his hand in objection.

AhPrince Miroslav, right? I regret to inform you that you dont have the power to mobilize soldiers here. And your orders to restrain me would be unfounded, I might add.

Wha?!

After all, this is the Agency of the Holy King, and the ones in charge are either the Holy King or the director of the Gospel Bureau. Plus, I was summoned to the Gathering of the Chosen by the Holy King himself and have confirmed the invitation still stands. Any problems?

Your invite is still valid, Caldmellia said with a wry grin. So thats why youre here. It makes perfect sense. At the same time, you are a prime suspect in the murder of Prince Tigris. What do you think of that?

Wein looked innocent as he seated himself at the round table. It seems that there is a terrible misunderstanding going around. Im shocked that would happen right before the Gathering.

A misunderstanding? A misunderstanding, is it?! Miroslav snapped at Wein. Prince Wein! Are you denying you killed Prince Tigris?!

Of course. I just happened to be there when he died. I wouldnt dream of killing him.

Then answer me this! Who besides you could have killed him?!

That is

Wein looked over at Agata. As soon as that gaze fell on him, Agata froze as if pinned down. Satisfied by this reaction, Wein finished his thought.

An Imperial assassin, of course.

An Imperial assassin, of course.

When Agata heard Wein, he was more confused than relieved.

Did he realize that Im the third person?

The one whom Tigris had invited to meet in the abandoned manorwas Agata. Although the guards had focused on Wein and hed just barely been able to make his own escape, it wasnt like Agata had been able to cover up every shred of evidence. He thought that his cover would be blown if anyone did a bit of digging. That was why he had carefully crafted an excuse to use if he came under fire. Agata never expected to hear speculation that the Empire was involved.

No, thats not it.

Weins piercing gaze. The prince had to know he was the third person. But then why

Did he realize that, too?!

Agata watched Wein smirk.

Yeah, thats right.

Wein was certain now.

Even if the third person was Agata, theres a chance that someone else killed Tigris!

Wein had felt something was off from the very beginning. Whoever the third person was, if they were going to secretly meet in an abandoned building, Tigris would have taken every precaution to guarantee his safety. And yet, hed been ruthlessly killed. That could have never happened unless he was completely unguarded.

Moreover, a meeting between three people was the worst time to commit a crime. If, say, Wein had died, then either Tigris or Agata would be under suspicion, and if Agata had died, Tigris and Wein. Anyone who didnt die would automatically be presumed guilty. The secret died with Tigris, but if Wein somehow implicated Agata or gave a statement, he could quickly have him arrested. It would have been easier for Agata to meet with Tigris alone and kill him then.

Thus, this gave birth to a new possibility: An uninvited fourth person had been there.

First, let me explain what I was doing inside a dilapidated manor that night. Keeping his inner thoughts to himself, Wein turned to the Holy Elites. Before the Gathering of the Chosen, I had plans to attend a secret meeting proposed by Prince Tigris. His subordinate can attest to this.

Miroslav glowered at Wein. And what were you going to talk about?

Im not actually certain myself, but he did inform me that a third party would be attending. Im afraid I was never given a name, however.

You waltzed right into a meeting you knew nothing about? Hmph, Prince Weinfor all the praise Ive heard about himis more careless than I thought.

Ah, well, yes. I wouldnt have been falsely implicated if I hadnt gone. I regret that. Wein brushed off Miroslavs sarcasm with a shrug. Lets return to the subject at hand. I arrived at the manor at the proposed time. From atop the second floor, Prince Tigris told me he would bring down the third member and disappeared from sight. As I was waiting for him to return, Prince Tigriss dead body tumbled down from above.

Steel raised his hand. Prince Wein, were you able to confirm the identity of the third person?

Regrettably, my only thought in that moment was to run toward the prince.

Miroslav was ready to pounce. What a convenient excuse! Are you sure this third party even exists?!

Caldmellia stepped in. We have verbal testimony from Prince Tigriss subordinate about that. Are you saying, Prince Wein, that this person was an assassin from the Empire?

That is correct.

This was, of course, all a lie. There was no Imperial assassin in the manor. The fourth member was, without question, a subordinate of a Holy Elite. And Wein knew the goal of whoever had sent them.

To kill one out of the three.

There was probably some degree of priority, but it didnt matter much. After all, the mastermind considered all three of them to be a nuisance. That said, they couldnt get rid of them all. Doing so would create more problems. And so they decided to kill one, have the other two framed for murder, and watch them crush each other. It didnt matter who was convicted, because the fourth person would profit either way

That was the gist of your plan. Right, Caldmellia?

The director of the Gospel Bureau. Caldmellia. Wein was certain she was the one who had snuck in that fourth figure.

Obviously, Im a threat to Levetia, Tigris was eyeing the Holy Kings throne, and Agata fights with the Agency of the Holy King over the administration of his city.

For Caldmellia, all three were better off dead. Thats why their late-night meeting was a stroke of good luck for her.

Lushan is her home turf. It wouldnt be weird at all for her to know about our meeting in the abandoned building and any connected hidden routes or secret rooms. And she can dispatch guards to the scene at a moments notice. Caldmellia has to be the one who sealed off the city.

Wein mentally grinned.

Why could Ninym sneak in and find a sheath with Agatas blood on it? Why was security so lax? Because no one found it even after a thorough search? Yeah, right.

Everything was a setup designed to pit Wein and Agata against each other. Caldmellia must have also known that Wein would hide out in Gruyeres mansion. And she was the one who let him go free.

Prince Wein, if you didnt see the third person yourself, how do you know they were an Imperial assassin? Gruyere asked with a chuckle. As someone who had an idea of what was going on, he must have thought this conspiracy theory was hilarious.

Its simple. Why was I chosen to attend the meeting? And who would benefit from Prince Tigriss death? When you combine these two questions, the answer is quite clear.

What do you mean?

It was to join forces with the Empire and win over my nation to form a pro-Empire faction among the Holy Elite. That was Prince Tigriss goal.

The table stirred. The Empire was technically an enemy to the West. Of course, they were a valuable trading partner for neighboring nations, but it was understood that such business was done on the sly.

I see. Thats certainly possible. After all, he was always stepping on the toes of other Holy Elites. He must have thought he was friendless, hoping to claw his way out of trouble by connecting with the Empire, Gruyere murmured in admiration.

Wein was, of course, making things up on the fly. The reality was, however, that it was completely plausible that Tigris might try to contact the Empire. That was precisely what made these lies so believable.

Siding with the Empire is high treason! Its unforgivable! Miroslav railed.

Of the three public highways within the large mountain range running down the central continent, the nation facing the southern road was Miroslavs kingdom. Inevitably, they had a bitter history with the Empire. To Miroslav, the Empire was an accursed enemy.

Wein pressed on. Prince Tigriss plan, however, was a tragic failure. He was betrayed and killed by the very state he meant to form an alliance with.

I dont understand that part, Caldmellia interjected. Regardless of whether it would prove successful, why did the Empire want to crush any budding hope of a pro-Empire faction?

A poor move in the long run, but the current situation in the Empire is so volatile that they cant even consider a long-term outlook. To prevent others from taking advantage of them, the Empire has chosen to avoid conflict and maintain stable relations with the West in the short term, Wein replied. There is also a reason why they carried out an assassination in Lushan. With the Gathering of the Chosen as their stage, they could undermine the authority of the Holy Elite. They hoped to bring down a figure of import such as Lady Caldmellia. The Imperial family, Princess Lowellmina in particular, is evil incarnate, born from depravity and cowardice. Conjuring up this idea would be as simple to her as breathing.

If Lowellmina were present, shed scream at the top of her lungs and bash him with a mirror, so he could take a long, hard look at himself. Since she wasnt here, however, Wein placed the blame on her.

If the group accepted this conspiracy theory, Tigris would be known as the idiot who tried to make a deal with the Empire and failed, and his reputation would plummet. But Wein couldnt care less. Dead people didnt need reputations. And more than anything, this was for Tigriss sake, too.

When the body fell with the chandelier, something felt off. I had Ninym do a little digging and figured it out Tigris, you jumped on to the chandelier yourself.

Since he fell from the edge of the second-floor mezzanine, the chandelier decorating the entrance hall of the abandoned house would have been unreachable following a natural trajectory. Unless Tigris launched himself off the edge or three or four people tossed him, he never would have touched it, and Wein would have sensed if multiple people were right above him.

Which could only mean that Tigris jumped. But for what?

It was to prove that, until the very moment he jumped, he had been conscious.

Tigris had his throat slashed and a knife stuck in his back. Theres no question he was ambushed, and his throat was slit first.

What was running through Tigriss mind as the shock gripped his throat? Surprise? Confusion? Fear? Anger? None of that. Wein knew.

What Tigris held on to was stubbornness.

Realization had hit Tigris. There was a fourth person. Someone sent by Caldmellia. Thats why Tigris ran. He ran to where Wein was waiting for him below so he could tell him about the unexpected visitor.

This was not done out of friendship or their shared alliance. It was a final act of obstinance that refused to let Caldmellia win and get away with it. He couldnt speak because of his slit throat, and there was a knife in his back. Refusing to give up, however, Tigris jumped just before his death. He gripped his heart tightly.

If his slit throat and the knife in his back were not the cause of this pain, why did he clutch at his chest? It wasnt because he was hurt. What he was actually holding was the symbol that hung from his neckthe Circles. It was a final message that said the enemy was someone who was a symbol for Levetia. That is, the Holy King and Caldmellia.

Tigris, we would have killed each other at some point if you had lived, but for better or worse, you died while our alliance was still intact So Ill pick a flower to leave on your grave.

It was for this reason that Wein was going to put the pressure on.

What do you think, Sir Agata? Is my explanation to your satisfaction?

Hmph Agata slightly flinched when he was thrown into the conversation. Miroslav, Steel, and the others looked at them quizzically.

Agata alone was aware of the princes unspoken intentions: Ill pretend you werent the third person, so just play along.

I feel like much of what you have said is far-fetched, Agata began. But only God knows. We will never know the truth I shall believe you.

Wein could feel the atmosphere of the room begin to shift. It didnt make too much of a difference, thoughthere was one less Holy Elite. A single yes wasnt going to do much.

Wein turned his eyes on his next target. What do you think, Prince Miroslav?

Dont be stupid! All Ive been hearing this whole time is stuff that makes you look better! You think Id just fall for it?!

Miroslav was, in fact, right on the money, but Wein answered him with confidence.

I cant blame you for thinking this way, but both my reputation and the future of Natra are on the line. If you insist on proving I murdered Prince Tigris, I will take as much time as needed to clear such accusations.

Miroslavs main objective for this Gathering was making King Skrei a Holy Elite. Finding Tigriss murderer was not part of his plans. Wein was in his way. The young prince maintained open relations with his enemythe Empireand Miroslav understood there was merit in getting ridding of him, but only if it wouldnt obstruct his true goal.

If we waste time on this and miss the chance to talk about King Skreis candidacy for Holy Elite

Miroslav was spearheading the discussion around King Skrei. It wouldnt make much difference to the other Holy Elites if they skipped talk of his appointment altogether. In fact, they were all thinking about shrugging it off. There were more important matters at hand.

Grah

Should he continue verbally denouncing Wein or switch topics to King Skrei? Miroslavs heart was as stormy as the ocean.

Prince Miroslav.

The voice next to him brought Miroslav back to his senses. Beside him, Skreis gaze was intense, though apprehensive.

If I interrogate Wein here, Ill lose his trust!

By cooperating with Skrei, Miroslavs main objective was to gain more power at the Gathering of the Chosen. Even if Skrei did become a Holy Elite, the plan would collapse if he criticized Wein here and lost Skreis trust. Miroslav had to avoid this at any cost.

I guess Ive got no choice

Cursing himself on the inside, Miroslav turned to Wein. I take it back. Ill accept it was the Empires fault.

Oh, Im glad you understand, Prince Miroslav. Wein smirked as if hed just watched Miroslavs inner turmoil.

Miroslav grit his teeth in irritation.

If thats the case Wein surveyed the remaining Holy Elites at the round table.

There were four left: the Holy King, Caldmellia, Steel, and Gruyere. If Wein could convince even one of them, his conspiracy theory would be accepted by the majority.

Personality-wise, Gruyere will agree to this only if hes the sole opposition. The Holy King and Caldmellia are still sticking to their guns. Which means Steel is the one to convince!

Wein opened his mouth to address Steel.

Prince Wein, your theory about the Empire is certainly a logical one. Before he could say anything, Caldmellia broke her silence. We should protest to the Empire and have them take responsibility.

Caldmellia had accepted Weins theory. None of the Holy Elites had been expecting this. They had assumed she was planning to take full advantage of the chaos and crush Natra.

I take it His Holiness shares the same opinion, Director Caldmellia? Gruyere asked.

Next to Caldmellia, Silverio gave a small but definite nod. She was not deciding things on her own, it seemed.

King Gruyere, Duke Steel, what do you think? Caldmellia asked the two in Weins stead. They were already in the minority, and there was no way either was going to refute Weins opinion if the Holy King already agreed with it.

Prince Wein, will you later inform me of Tigriss death in minute detail?

Of course.

Thank you. In that case, I will support the notion that Prince Tigris was killed by the Empire, Steel said in a satisfied tone. Wein mentally gagged.

All right. Ill accept it, too, Gruyere added with a heavy nod.

With this, the truth would be buried in darkness. Weins proposed theory was accepted by all the Holy Elites, and the crime of Tigriss death would fall on the Empire. In other words, Wein had wriggled his way out of all his problems.

I should be home freebut Im not.

Wein looked at Caldmellia. Why did she agree to his story? He couldnt relax until he figured this out.

Wein kept his expression composed. I see what youre up to. Your plan is to get me to join in and bash the Empire, right?

The Holy Elite Tigris had been killed by an Imperial assassin.

News of this would spread across both sides of the continent and be a catalyst for heightened anti-Imperial sentiment in the West. It wasnt hard to imagine future meetings, where strategies to put pressure on the Empire would be discussed. Naturally, Natra couldnt afford to stay out of it.

Will she use military force or impose economic sanctions? At any rate, shes using this as an opportunity to get Natra to cut ties with the Empire. And now that Ive pushed the Empire as the mastermind, it would be awkward for me to refuse her now.

He still had a chance, however. Hed gotten this far. Wein could be a fair-weather friend.

The real battle starts now, Caldmellia!

Just as Wein was staring to get ready for the fight ahead

Pardon me! A messenger came flying out of nowhere.

The army of Cavarin is attacking the city of Mealtars in the central continent! And Imperial Prince Bardloche has mobilized his army to defend Mealtars!

Whaaaaaat?

The eyes of all present widened in shock. This, of course, included the Holy Elites. Wein and Skrei were no exceptions.

Two among them, however, were different.

The Holy King remained perfectly still as if hed heard nothing at all, and a suspicious smile crept onto Caldmellias face