Chapter 596: Herbs and Hunters
Being the countess hunter was a strange experience. In some ways it was like being the Hero of Nerosal all over again, only a lot better. People would instantly recognize Dallion, always being polite and offering him gifts and huge discounts. But just as everyone was doing their best to act this way, Dallion could sense the fear emanating from them. It was as if he had transformed into a noble. The most disturbing thing of allit wasnt only people who were scared of him, but area guardians as well. One could assume that the order had been whispered from the countess to the overseer and all the people of importance in the city: until he was in Nerosal, Dallion was to be protected.
Entering his usual bathhouse made all the other customers quickly leave. The owner suggested that no payment was needed, but Dallion still tossed him the coins as he usually did. There was a minor irony in the fact that the countess herself hadnt exactly paid anything so far. Hunter payment varied, with Dallion being one who accepted payment on delivery. Given the time and expenses that would go into the hunt, he should have asked for a bit of assistance beforehand. Since he was already on the hook, there was no reason not to before leaving.
Scrubbing off his sweat, Dallion rinsed, then went to get dressed. Normally, hed spend half an hour relaxing in the warm bath itself. It was an excellent way to reduce stress, but it also blunted his focus.
See you, Dallion said to the owner as he left. He was about to add that he wouldnt be stopping by until the hunt was over, when he saw the unmissable figure of the overseer waiting for him at the bathhouse entrance.
Upon exiting, he also noticed several city guards in the area as well. These werent the typical guards. For one thing, they were furies, for another they were doing a pretty good job remaining hidden among the crowd.
Overseer, he greeted her. I was just about to see you.
I doubt it. The black veil covering the womans face moved slightly. Lets talk on your way to Hannahs inn.
Dallion glanced about.
Here?
No one will hear a thing. Thats why we have furies. The overseer began walking along the street. And Ill take care of the rest.
Its all part of the game, Nil said. Having you seen with the overseer means something is going on. Ensuring that nothing could be heard while youre seen causes the rumors to spread even faster. Its a good idea to start learning these things, dear boy. Youre already acknowledged as a potential noble. Pretending youre a solo hunter wont be of any benefit now.
Im not pretending.
Maybe so, but youll never convince anyone else about it.
Walking through the city felt like walking within an invisible bubble. Dallion could almost see the air currents surrounding him, ensuring that no noise made it to the people outside. As he and the overseer walked along the streets, a dozen furies followed. A few were on the ground, blending in the crowd, while the rest moved along the rooftops of buildings, faster than the non-awakened eye could see.
I heard you left the province, the overseer said.
Does everyone know everything Im doing?
You know they do, and yet you act surprised when someone mentions it. Youre too much like your grandfather in that aspect.
Im nothing like him. I didnt set out to become a noble. I was just fine being a hunter until this happened.
He used to say the same. Sometimes he even believed it himself.
The comment stung like a branding iron. Even since he left his village, Dallion had done everything in his power not to turn out like his grandfather. The parallels were clear: both of them were otherworlders, eager to progress, and good at it. The old man was said to have been quite ambitious and a lot smarter than Dallion, helping him achieve in a few years what others couldnt in decades. A lot of the details remained unknown and Dallion had deliberately kept it that way, but every now and again hed end up in a situation when someone would make a comparison, though never openly providing details. Apparently, part of the mans curse was that few people in the know could share that information, or so they claimed.
Im following a lead, Dallion changed the subject. I might have a way to find the phoenix.
You arent the first to claim that.
I need a bit of help, he added in whisper, making sure that even the furies couldnt hear him.
Anything you tell me Ill have to share with the countess. You know that.
Can you give me a heads start? She told me she's not interested in me as long as I flutter about and make a lot of noise. Her words.
The overseer paused for a step, then kept on walking.
Ill delay it until asked, she replied.
Id suggest that you follow your other leads first before going there, but I know you wont listen.
Why? Do you think hes dead? Dallions joy quickly turned to fear.
Im not the guardian of the province. Its only certain that hes in the village, alive or dead. The curse keeps him from leaving it on his own.
Will I be able to Dallion began, but before he could finish, the overseer had vanished.
Dallion split into instances, looking in all directions. All he was able to see was the furies moving away from the scene. Shortly after, the noise of the city surrounded him again. Things were back to normal. Part of him wanted to head to the village right now. Despite all the precautions there was always the danger that one of the competing sides had managed to make out his destination. Hunger and caution made Dallion remain for a day longer.
After enjoying the feast Aspan had prepared for him, Dallion went to him room for some rest. His latest journey must have been a lot more tiresome than he expected, for when he woke up it was well in the afternoon.
You have food here, the door said.
So much for no food in the room.
A tray was left on the floor in the corridor, containing soup and sandwiches.
Who left it here? Dallion asked.
The innkeeper.
Hannah herself?
That was rather surprising. If anyone had broken the rules, he expected it to be Di. Dallion took the tray and put it on his bed.
What did she do when she left it? has asked, as he went to his backpack and took the dryad bowl from it.
She left, the door guardian replied, uncertain about the question.
Lux, look around for echoes, Dallion ordered. The dartblade rose up into the air. The kaleidervisto attached to it, lit up, leaving a beam of light on the wall against it.
Meanwhile, Dallion poured the soup from the claw bowl into his own.
Sleeping herbs, the dryad guardian said. Enough to know you out for an entire night.
That was a new turn of events.
Gleam, is this an illusion?
No, the shardfly sighed. Id have warned you.
Just some soup with a knockout potion. Dallion poured the soup back into its original container, then checked the sandwiches. They too had been soaked.
Hannah wouldnt have done this, Nil insisted.
Dallion didnt respond. As much as he wanted to believe the old echo, there wasnt anyone else who could have done it. Assassins would have used poison, the general wouldnt bother, and the mirror pool wouldnt dare go against the countess. With Dallion being openly recognized as her hunter, any action against him would result in serious repercussions.
Gleam, how long will an illusion of me last? Dallion wiped the wooden bowl with the bedcover.
Not long. Probably an hour. Less if someone checks.
Do it. Make it look as if Im asleep. Then, make me invisible. Were leaving Nerosal.