Choice - 6

Choice - 6

"A flying castle," I muttered as I looked around, fascinated yet scared by the idea. I shouldn't have. The idea of several thousand tons of rock and marble flying through the air was not a concept I couldn't understand.

Just a big well, huge magical helicopter; nothing against the miracle of taking me to a different world, or somehow rewriting my whole biology.

Maybe that was why it scared me? Teleporting to a different world was something mystical, an event that I couldn't even begin to comprehend. A flying castle, probably weighing as much as an aircraft carrier, was the kind of miracle that I could understand, both in terms of strategic deterrence and the amount of sheer force that was required to keep it floating.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Enough to make me feel stirrings of cold, calculated fear, the kind that I hadn't felt even when I was a young man and found myself as the target of the majority of the underworld due to a chain of unfortunate circumstances.

"No despair," I muttered as I turned my attention to my surroundings. I didn't have the luxury of throwing a pity party. I turned my attention to the castle once more, but this time, I focused on the details rather than the concept.

The first thing I noticed was some kind of energy field that surrounding the castle, almost a quarter of a mile away from itself. It wasn't always visible, occasionally flaring upat different intensities in different shades of purple. For the first few repeats, I failed to see the reason for the flaring, but then, I noticed a large, winged shadow bursting through the clouds, too fast for me to catch a glimpse of the darkness that concealed it.

It slammed into the shield, only for its wings to freeze and disappear as quickly as it had come.

"Dangerous world," I muttered, not for a second that considering this winged thing was a peaceful creature going around its business. Instead, I focused on examining the shield's reaction and it flared fully, across the whole surface, giving me a clue about the other flares as well.

The castle was constantly under attack. Maybe it was more like an aircraft carrier than I had given it credit for.

Then, as I peered into the darkness, another notification appeared in my Field of vision.

[Stat Potential Awakened: Perception

Accept / Reject]

It was a pity I didn't trust my summoners as far as I could throw them, I considered, even as I accepted the notification that popped into my vision, but the names were promising enough, so I have still accepted.

After watching the chaos for a while, I turned my attention back to the castle. It was a large, tall building, with thick walls made of some kind of stone, pure white and glowing. It created an imposing sight, and the number of balconies it had around the upper levels suggested that they were more interested in making an impression than actual security.

They clearly trusted their magical measures enough not to have any concerns.

Then, I focused on examining the layout, in case it might be useful. I was currently on the penultimate floor, with only one imposing-looking floor above me, but it was decorated with two huge, imposing towers, several hundred feet tall, positioned at the two corners I could see from the balcony. I assumed the other two corners had identical towers as well.

The soft, purple glow they let out just before the appearance of the shield suggested that they might not be purely decorative.

I wondered if it was just the seriousness with which he took it Falael had already shown the ability to vary the pressure based on the importance or if it was a lack of ability.

I hope it was the latter, but it was hard to tell.

I turned to look upstairs, roughly the same direction as his room was, and shuffled uncomfortably, doing my best to reflect second-hand embarrassment. "He was busy, and he didn't see a problem with me walking alone," I said, implying that he was too busy with drinking to bother accompanying me.

Certainly true.

"I see, the commander is busy as always," the warrior said, his voice too bitter for it to be a casual comment. I struggled to hold my smirk in control. The arguments between Falael and Toross already showed that it was not exactly a cohesive force, but the unhappy attitude of their subordinates towards them was even better.

Nothing I could use immediately, but knowing their existence gave me hope. Perhaps I could use them to my benefit before we arrived at our destination. "It's hard to handle a long journey," I said.

"Yes, a week away from the capital is far too long for our exalted commander," whispered one of the other soldiers, mumbling loud enough to be audible to everyone. He was interrupted by a pointed cough, but his grumbling gave me some idea about the time we would travel.

A week at the most, if he was talking about the time they stayed away, though it might be as short as two days if they were talking about the full travel time and the summoning ritual took some time

Either way, that meant I needed to act fast to understand better. Toross already displayed the ability to assess my stats, though limited, and I would have loved to know if there was a chance the capital could get a more detailed breakdown of my stats, maybe the numbers.

I had a feeling that revealing my ability to ignore their magical brainwashing wouldn't come across very well, and the soldiers represented the quickest, and possibly only, chance for me to understand how the world worked before I could arrive at their location.

Now, a little excuse to stay. Luckily, the little card game they had been playing gave me the opportunity.

"Would you mind if I joined you guys for the game?" I said, pointing at the cards that they were playing. "I'm having trouble sleeping," I said.

"I don't think it's appropriate," the first soldier, the one that looked like the leader of the group, spoke, just a hint of panic.

"Why, it's not like it's forbidden, right?" I said innocently, their shuffling confirming that it was definitely something frowned upon.

"Of course not," one of the soldiers said, far too intensely to deliver an innocent statement. "But I'm sure the commander is waiting for you to return."

"He can always come to visit if he feels so, can't he?" I said. "Come on guys, a little game to get over a sleepless night. A little favor for a what do you guys call me a great hero, isn't too much, right?" I paused as they looked at each other. "Maybe we could even put some money on the game if you are alright with extending some credit for me. I should be able to make some money once I receive my position."

"I don't think " their leader started, clearly about to reject, only to be stopped by a few pointed coughs coming from his soldiers, clearly tempted by the promise of gambling with a total beginner. "I don't think there's any harm," he changed his words, nevertheless his distaste was obvious, preferring not to deal with any potential trouble, but didn't want to confront the others about it.

Greed for the win. As always