Chapter 584: Single Answer
The room was tiny, containing a bed that needed to grow by a foot to reach Dallions height. Whoever had designed the curates quarters had done a pretty poor job, or a good job depending on what the goal was. Dallion could imagine this being linked to some lesson the Order wished to convey to its members, although he struggled to see the practical benefit of such knowledge.
After looking at it intently for over a minute, Dallion finally sat down. There were no sheets, no pillows, just a pair of rough blankets. The albino had made assurances that should Dallion join the Order he would be treated better. Apparently, initiates were given special benefits. Based on what hed seen, though, that didnt seem to amount for much.
Dont tell me youre considering the offer, Nil grumbled. The Order doesnt usually lie, but thats not the same as telling the truth. That whole thing about saving the world, its a common tactic people used to get what they want. My original himself said the same to more than a few reluctant parents.
I thought the Academy took what was theirs. Dallion lied down, bending his knees so that his legs could fit. It was outright impressive how the Order had managed to make this place more uncomfortable than the wilderness, or maybe Dallion had become accustomed to space.
Its always tricky when dealing with nobles. They always think they know best, living under the mistaken impression that if they keep their children with them, theyd somehow rival the Academy. Never underestimate the effect vanity could have on the powerful. Of course, there were the occasional ones that caused problems.
That ever happened to you?
Thankfully, no.
Despite the echos assurances, Dallion felt couldnt shake the lingering feeling of unease the conversation of the cleric had brought up. Ever since his first encounter with the Star he had been carrying this fear, the obsession that the crippled was out to get him. He thought that after passing the awakening trial focused on the Star, he had dealt with the matter. Apparently, that wasnt the case.
Dallion closed his eyes for a few moments, then opened them again. Even the ceiling was bland, made in such a fashion that no one could look at it for long. After another few minutes of laying in fruitless attempts to fall asleep, Dallion stood up and left the room.
Night had fallen, leaving the corridors empty. In theory, there were supposed to be several dozen curates and a few clerics awake at all times. With the wars raging up north, the rules had been changed outright forbidding people from entering the citadel at night. It wasnt a solution Dallion would normally agree with, but being an initiate already, he decided he could use some calm and quiet.
Silently, he made his way to the chamber of the statues.
I could really use some advice about now, he said to the Moon. I dont want to cap my level. But I also know that Im not strong enough to take the Star. Heck, Im not strong enough to take a full noble. They really got me good with this phenix hunt. I bet the countess was waiting for me to become a full hunter, so I couldnt refuse her request.
Not that he would have either way. She had made it very clear to him that he didnt have any option. More than likely, she had waited for him to get his current title, so as to appear more of a threat.
Dont you have anything to say? Dallion asked, looking at the statue.
Youre doing a fine mess on your own, the statue suddenly replied. Why interfere now?
Instinctively Dallion tried to split into a dozen instances. When he tried, he found that he no longer had the ability. Not only that, but the Nox dagger that was always on his person seemed to have vanished.
I warned you that the Star cant find the phoenix on his own. What did you do then? Completely ignore me. The dryad stepped down from the pedestal. But when some minor cleric says the same, you act as if its the end of the world. Felygn didnt seem pleased. Dont you see any problem with that?
This is a dream?
Of course its a dream. Its time you start telling the difference. Any idiot could see a dream when its obvious. A marble table appeared in the middle of the room. There. Convinced now?
There was no way to respond to that. If Dallion said no, hed look like an idiot. If he said yes, hed just be parroting the obvious.
Before you ask, yes, I can arrange for you to have a chat with Jiroh. The question is, do you want to?
You think I should join the Order?
Hunter Dallion, a tall woman dressed in a turquoise outfit approached. Judging by her clothes and demeanor she had to be a high-level attendant, probably the most important servant hed be allowed to talk to. Its a pleasure to have you visit. The womans tone suggested the opposite. Unfortunately, the Archduke is busy at the moment and wont be able to grant you an audience.
Thats unfortunate, Dallion played along. In that case, Id like to speak with the organizers of the night auction.
The night auction? the woman sounded surprised. Do you have any interesting finds?
Thats between me and the organizers. Dallion remained firm. Are they here?
I dont know. If you tell me what it is about, Ill make sure to
A sudden draft made her stop. Even before it, though, Dallion had noticed the reddish blur crossing the roomthe person he had come to see had made an appearance.
Ill take care of this. A crimson fury appeared. You can go.
Looking at the beings red hair made Dallion think of Di. She, too, had been transformed into something that wasnt supposed to exist. The bigger question was whether any of those transformations had to do with the aetherbird, or was it completely unrelated?
The female attendant nodded, then made her way to a nearby corridor, hiding from view. Within moments, the other servants and guards soon followed, leaving the lobby of the palace completely empty. Goot to know that the fury had so much power, and in the Archdukes palace, no less.
Good morning, sir. The fury greeted Dallion with a bow so low it seemed mocking. Dallions musk skills, though, werent able to pick up anything other than interest and curiosity. It appears youve developed a liking to our humble auction.
Hello. Do I get to learn your name this time?
I assume youd like to continue the conversation somewhere more comfortable, the fury avoided the question. I have some rather exotic refreshments ready.
No need. Im just here for one thing. Dallion took a step closer. Where was the phoenix feather found? he whispered.
The fury didnt blink. The polite smile remained on his face, although Dallion could feel the air currents around him increase.
That isnt something I can share.
Why not? Im not asking where its been, just where it was originally found. For the amount you sold it for, it must have a document of providence.
It was found up north. Thats all I can tell you. The family that sold the item was very clear that it didnt want any links between them and the auction. Naturally, the total anonymity of the actual seller has been guaranteed.
Just give me a location, Scarlet. If the fury refused to share his name, Dallion decided to come up with one for him.
Ive never heard that one before. A hint of annoyance flashed across the furys face. I really dont know. The story presented at the auction was fake. Since they were selling the genuine article, there was no need for a document of providence. Personally, Im not sure that the people that approached me were the real owners. Their family was prominent, but there were some inconsistencies in their story. The only interesting thing is that the sale was quite rushed. The person selling it definitely wanted to get rid of it in a rush.
How do you know?
Originally, there was to be another item for sale. The switch was made literally in the last hour.
That was interesting, though still another dead end. With the seller remaining unknown, Dallion was pretty much back to square one. No wonder the creature was so difficult to find. Not did it appear at random, but everyone related to its previous sightings was going through great lengths to keep all they knew secret. If the Temple and the night auctioneer had no information, that left the hunters den. If someone from there had even been hired for a similar hunt, there were going to be records. And where there were records, there was a pattern.