Chapter 515: Into Linatol

Chapter 515: Into Linatol

Having Dark in Dallions awakening realm turned out to be less chaotic than he feared. Now he finally understood what Nil must have gone through in the early days when Nox was young and overly active. Both creatures had the potential of massive destruction, and power to boot. Thankfully, the dragonlet preferred the company of beings his mental age and didnt get involved in too much else. Also, Harp made sure to keep both the dragonlet and Onda in line. For some reason, the pair seemed to outright fear her and were sure to be at their best behavior when they were around. Just in case, Dallion had July tag along as a preventative measure.

Meanwhile, in the real world, the group kept on approaching the capital. Dallion was outright surprised that they hadnt come across any standard or hunting patrol yet. Given the state of the world, hed think that any travelers would be instantly checked out. After a while, he saw the reason why that wasnt necessary.

Get ready, March said as they walked. Were close to a bastion. Theyll have questions for us.

Is that like Archdukes guard towers? Dallion asked.

No, March replied without looking back. Its not the Archdukes.

Bastions, as Nil explained, were imperial property. A mix between a small town, a fort, and a seven-story tower. Their goal was to protect the realm from any and all threats. Each province had between two and four of them, all at the Archdukes disposal, should he need assistance. In truth, everyone knew that they were meant to serve as a reminder of what would happen if any of the provinces decided not to respect the emperors authority.

After an hour of walking, Dallion got a glimpse of his first bastion. In normal circumstances, the structure would have seemed quite impressive. It was definitely bigger than anything in Nerosal or any of the other towns or cities Dallion had been to. However, it was no match to the monstrosities hed seen in the fallen south. Initially, the thought was amusing. Dallion joked about it to Nil, saying that theyve nothing but a miniature copy of the real towers. However, as he got near, the amusement was replaced by concern. Size aside, the towers were an exact replica of what he had seen in the land of the Star-touched.

No tricks, no music, March said.

Ive been here before, Eury said, annoyed to be spoken to as a child. And Dals been in the wilderness enough to know better.

Lets hope so.

They walked directly towards the bastion. As they approached, three squads of twenty people each emerged from the towers entrance. All of them were imperial soldiers, likely heading on patrol. Two of the squads set off in different directions, while the third remained in front of the tower.

Come along, the sergeant of the third squad said, aware that his words would be heard by march and the rest.

Here we go again, Dallion thought. Lately, all this checking was getting on his nerves.

Upon coming ten feet from the squad, Dallion reached out to any item that would listen. March had told him not to use any music, but there was nothing about him obtaining from their items. The majority of the new guardians didnt respond. Their items were newly forged, and they had a strong bond with their current owners as well as a deep sense of duty. The heirlooms were a lot more civil, though still tight-lipped. Dallion got the usual comments that its been a while since theyd met an empath. A few even attempted to recruit him to the imperial guard, assuring him that one or other family would treat his candidacy seriously should he reach out to them. It was only the bastion guardian itself that told Dallion not to worry, in a voice that had seen it all.

Heading towards the capital, maam? the man asked in formal fashion.

Guild business. March took out a red seal of hardened wax and threw it at the sergeant. Were invited.

The imperial grabbed hold of the seal. A few moments later, he tossed it back. Dallion could tell that he had ventured into the realm of the item to hear a detailed account of their circumstances. It was an elegant method, although Dallion wondered how one was sure that the echo in question belonged to the person it claimed to be. Most probably, there was some additional layer of security that dealt with that.

Have a pleasant journey, maam, the man said. Its all safe from here on.

Thank you, sergeant. Blessings of the Seven, March said, then continued on her way, Eury and Dallion behind her.

He seems to like her a lot, Dallion said in his realm.

Imperials stick to each other in Wetie, Nil said. As far as most are concerned, shes still a legionary.

Theres no ex-imperial and all that. What if the imperial in question was a traitor?

The closer they got to the city, the more defined the trade road leading in became. At one point dirt turned into pavement, leading the way to a large wall-less arch. Normally, that would have posed questions, but Dallion knew better than anyone that the wilderness disliked order. Making a paved road between cities would have cost more than was economically reasonable and add minimal benefits.

A dozen city guards, all of them dark-skinned, dressed in golden-purple uniforms stood at the archway. It was tempting to assume that they too were only for show, but Dallion could tell that they were double digits, possibly in the thirties.

March Icepicker? one of the guards shouted.

The woman stopped, turning towards him. Even as a guest, she had her pride.

Welcome to Linatol, maam, the guard quickly said. If youd wait here, youll be escorted into the city.

Thank you, March said in an icy tone. Anything we should be aware of?

You ll need the first mayors permission to bring that inside, the man said, pointing at Dallions shoulder. Creatures from the wilderness have to be registered in order to be able to enter.

Ruby let out a deep sigh, although it was only audible to Dallion.

Itll be fine, little guy, Dallion reassured him. Ill try to find a way around this.

I see. March gave Dallion a glance. Will that be difficult to get?

I cannot say, maam. Youll have to ask your escort.

Whats that? Dallion pointed at the membrane extending from the archway above the city. Normally, it was considered rude to point, but he had found that as a hunter, it was expected for him to be rough round the edges. Being a polite and proper hunter tended to confuse people way too much.

Thats the barrier that protects the city from the plague. No food, seed, or person affected can pass through.

I didnt know that the Academy had a presence here, Dallion said.

The Academy has a presence in all major capitals of the empire, Nil replied. Usually just low-level mages. None of them have the skill to pull this off. The Archduke must have hired someone to keep the city safe until the plague is over.

Another powerful mage That didnt bode well. Dallion was going to have to be extra careful. His only hope was that the mage wasnt any of the ones hed met before. If not, things would become a lot more complicated.

It took ten minutes for the groups escort to arrive. Given the size of the city, that in itself was quite a feat, suggesting that the mission was considered rather important. Dallion expected a small squad of richly dressed servants to appear and lead them to the place they were supposed to go. To his astonishment, it turned out to be a pair of horseback riders.

Both riders were nobles, their levels way beyond forty. One of them, though, was someone Dallion knew from before.

Dame Vesuvia? he asked, breaking all etiquette. To everyones surprise, the woman smiled in return.

I see that a few dozen levels havent been enough to polish your manners, she said. Its been a while, Dal. Im glad that you managed to make it this far. She glanced at one of the guards. Well take it from here.

Of course, dame. The man stood to attention. Theres only the matter of the shardfly belonging

Theyve been invited by the Archdukes household. Pets and items included. Her tone hardened, indicating she didnt appreciate being contradicted.

Yes, dame! By the Seven, have a pleasant stay in Linatol.