Chapter 530: Archduke's Banquet

Chapter 530: Archduke's Banquet

It was said that all villages were the same, but cities could never be alike. Never was this made more obvious than when comparing Nerasol to Linatol. Architectural changes aside, the very nature of the city was completely different. Nerasol could be described as the city of second chancesa place on the frontier that grew to what it was because it had to. No one was guaranteed anything in that city other than the distant chance to gain everything. Linatol, in contrast, was entirely based on established values. This was the place that people who had already made a name for themselves went to in search of even greater rewards. There was no open hostility, yet no mercy either. Everyone and everything was measured from appearance to skills and behavior. Even itemsat least those who had the ability to communicate with otherscompared themselves to each other, finding the appropriate slot in the citys unspoken hierarchy.

Even Dallion hadnt escaped that. There was a brief period during which he thought hed be given a pass as a hired mercenary and first-time visitor. Now it became very clear how much he was mistaken. He never had any illusions of the invitation to the top platform being an honor. However, even he wasnt prepared for the feeling that came along with it. As Dame Vesuvia led them along wide roads of sparsely populated districts, he could feel being assessed. It wouldnt be surprising if a monetary value was also added to the assessment, as well.

There are three buildings of note on this level, the dame explained in a calm, measured tone. The Archdukes palace, the Academys embassy, and the Imperial residency.

The Order doesnt have a temple here? Dallion asked.

It does, but it isnt of considerable note, Vesuvia replied without a clear explanation of what that meant.

Careful, dear boy, Nil warned. The whisper of words is enough to create a hurricane here.

Isnt it expected for hunter mercenaries to be rough and stupid? Dallion asked.

Dont overplay your hand. Right now, youre here as someones piece. If you stand out too much, youll either bring embarrassment to your player or envy. Neither will be to your benefit.

A flutter of crystal shardflies flew by as the group made their way to the palace. Dallion attempted to exchange a few words with them, but the creatures ignored him. Strangely enough, it was Ruby that was the target of their admiration. As a ruby-winged specimen, the little fellow exceeded their rank and was already treated as a superior. Dallion, though, wasnt even a noble.

A series of six statues greeted the group, positioned on both sides of the great stairway leading to the palaces entrance. All of them were ten feet high, carved out of fine marble with such detail, one would think that they would spring to life at any moment. Or, at least, five of them were. The sixthlocated on the left side of the lowest section of the staircasewas half destroyed, leaving only enough of the legs to indicate that it had been there. For a city as meticulous as Linatol, it was clear that this was made to send a message.

A reminder of what happens to the losing side, March said before Dallion could ask. Thats whats left of the noble that tried to claim the Archdukes title during the Wars of Succession and failed.

All the stress was put on the last word. The warning was clearthis was a place in which victors were admired and losers killed or cast out. Considering that, it made a lot of sense why some of the previous groups tasked with finding the world sword had quit. Giving up was a sigh of failure, but it was still far from the real thing.

Do you think anyone knows about my past? Dallion asked, thinking about the role his grandfather played in the war. It could be said that the old man had backed the winning side, although having him de-leveled and banished back to Nerosal suggested he had lost any semblance of support.

Most definitely, dear boy. However, discussing it would show weakness. Just be sure not to open the topic and youll be fine. You have one huge thing going for you.

And whats that?

Youre an otherworlder. All actions before your awakening are not your own, let alone those of your family. If someone insults you at such an event because of them, they would reveal how vulnerable they are.

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Welcome to the archdukes palace, Dame Vesuvia said. From here on, youre to continue on your own.

Youre not joining us inside? Dallion asked in sincere surprise.

The faintest of smiles appeared on the womans face, quickly vanishing moments after.

I am just a dame, not one to be invited to such events. My role is only to bring you here and back. She stepped to the side. Of course, Ill be here for when you are to return to your inn.

Suddenly, he felt someone approaching. His senses had become sharp enough to detect when someone was intentionally moving towards him, even in this crowd. Briskly, he turned around, expecting to see another servant wanting to target him. Instead, he saw someone else entirely.

Falkner? Dallion asked in disbelief.

Its been a while, Dal, the other replied.

Back when Dallion had joined the Icepicker guild, Falkner had been little more than a boya young noble whod gone to Nerosal with the explicit goal of learning from March. He and Dallion had been close, one might even call them friends. But that had later changed.

The person standing in front of Dallion looked nothing like the Falkner Dallion remembered. He had grown considerably in a year, turning into a young man. His refined clothes made it clear that he was a full noble, if not in level, then definitely in pedigree.

Congrats on becoming a hunter, Falkner said in a reserved fashion.

Thanks. Dallion wasnt sure what to say. He could congratulate the noble on passing the fourth gate, considering that Dallion was in his sixties, that could be misinterpreted as being condescending. I didnt expect to meet you here.

Oh?

I thought youd be in the main hall.

The suggestion made the young man smile. Apparently, there was still a grain of friendship remaining between him and Dallion.

Thats reserved for my parents when theyre here, he humble-bragged. Dallion was getting the distinct impression that Falkner was trying to impress, although he couldnt be sure whether the noble was trying to impress him or March. Or maybe both. I told you that hes the archdukes brother?

No, Im not sure you did. Does that mean Im welcome to visit your city sometime?

Sure, although it might not be the best time right now. With the poison plague and the border tensions, maybe wait for a few years.

Yeah, that sounds like good advice. Dallion nodded. He knew that it was a lie, of course. City rulers had the power to make any exceptions they wanted. While it was true that Falkner wasnt his father, he could also have phrased it in a very different fashion. So, how have you been? I havent heard anything since you left the guild.

I havent left it officially, Falkner corrected. But its true, I havent had time to deal with it, or anything else, for that matter.

Monster issues?

No. Falkner semi-laughed, shaking his head. I promise to drop your name to my father if we ever have any wilderness issues. Rather, Ive been focusing full time on the preparation for my wedding.

Wedding? Dallion blinked. As far as he knew, nobles only married for political reasons after a long engagement period. Rumors and gossip would circulate for years before the event, especially when the child of a city-lord was concerned. Well, congratulations. He fought the urge to tap Falkner on the shoulder. Whos the lucky bride?

Who do you think? a familiar female voice asked a few steps away.

Turning around, Dallion saw none other than his friend and childhood crush Gloria standing there in a dress that made her look like a high noble herself.

This is rather unexpected, Nil said. Dallion had to agree.