Chapter 623: End of the Hunt

Chapter 623: End of the Hunt

Going to the countess, Dallion said as he passed through the outer gate.

A whole garrison of soldiers was stationed there, but no one dared stop him. It was well known that he had been sent on a phoenix hunt, though that wasnt the only reason. Dallion had deliberately filled his words with dread, making sure it affected everyone in the vicinity, and he hadnt stopped people alone. Combining music with herbology and his empathy trait, he had made sure that all plants and items experienced the same.

Yes, sir! The captain at the gate almost saluted as he stood aside, giving the order to open the gate.

Dallion didnt even wait, moving forward, as if the obstacle was made of air. His action forced the soldiers to hurry, using their own awakened powers to open the gate fast enough.

Youre acting like a real noble, Nil said as Dallion passed though. In this case, this wasnt a compliment.

Without a word, Dallion continued on towards the city. It was clear what the echo meant, though at present Dallion didnt care. Him being nice wouldnt change a thingnot what had happened in the South, not the war, not even the political game Countess Priscord had started by sending him on this hunt to begin with. If anything, the number of mercenaries focusing on him had increased. On his way back, Dallion had come across several, including the familiar gorgon duo. They had kept their distance, but were still there.

According to Nil, the hesitation was due to the skill gems presence. Since Dallion still had the realm of the aetherbird linked to him, that made him appear to have part of the power of a Moons familiar. He wasnt able to use it, of course, but no good mercenary was willing to risk a confrontation in such circumstances.

Hundreds of people were working the fields between the two city walls. No doubt, the countess was stocking up food in preparation for her move against the Archduke, while simultaneously engaging in good relations with provincial merchant guilds. This wasnt a battle she could winLinatol had more food and land than her, but she had to be seen as playing. In the end, appearance mattered for a lot.

Sir! The guards at the inner gate stood to attention. Some of them Dallion knew relatively well. The overseer will wish to

Im heading to the countess palace directly, Dallion cut the man off.

But the guard attempted to voice his concern, but quickly stopped.

I have something Im sure shell want to see.

Understood. The man gave up. Go ahead.

With a nod, Dallion did so. The streets were filled with people, blissfully enjoying their lives as if nothing had changed. From their perspective, the world was the same as it always had been. There was talk of war, but that was something distant that only affected the northern part of the empire. As far as they were concerned, even the rivalry with Archduke Lanitol was practically a gameone which the countess would certainly win, of course.

Ignorance is bliss, Dallion sighed.

There was a time when he had been the samea sheltered awakened with huge aspirations for whom every day was full of wonder. Back then, the city alone had seen enormous, let along the world. There were so many local challenges, interesting friendships, and things to learn that he didn't imagine hed ever get bored. Now his enthusiasm had faded. The world seemed small, and Nerosallike a speck of dust dealing with trivial, insignificant issues.

Hey, Dal! A street seller waved at him. When he was starting out, she was one of those who had agreed to give him fruit for free with the promise hed pay back later. At present, he could buy her stall till the end of her life. Nice to see you back again. Going to the Timepiece?

No, not yet. Dallion didnt even bother to fake a smile. I need to finish something. Ill be at Hannahs later.

Give her my best! The new girl that she hired has done wonders for the place. Youll barely recognize it.

Sure. Dallion walked on.

The closer he got to the palace, the greater the number of hidden guards became. All of them were wearing disfocus and blocking items, but that didnt keep them from being spotted. There was a distinct possibility that some of them belonged to the mirror pool, but Dallion doubted it. The Pool had been in bad standing ever since the countess moved to Nerosal. At best, that had entered an arrangement with her to keep things down until the matter with the Archduke had been resolved one way or another.

I wouldnt have started this without covering all options. In case you died, I was going to use them as proof proving your success. Three feathers would be enough to sow doubt that the Archduke killed you as you were coming to deliver my prize. The feathers, of course, I was to find hidden in your bodya final selfless act.

And if I just failed without dying?

Nothing was said, but everyone knew the answer. It didnt even seem all that surprising.

I expect youd like your reward? The countess looked at Dallion. You came a bit sooner than I expected, but the groundwork is done. In a few days, Ill announce your triumphant return and grant you a noble title. Something small to begin with. Youll get the real deal once you pass the next gate.

Is she lying? Dallion asked.

Its difficult to tell, Nil replied. She doesnt like you, and nobles dont tolerate competition. At the same time, she has larger battles to fight, so I suppose it could go either way.

Thats no longer necessary, countess. Id prefer some spellcraft cubes, instead.

Money? The noble almost laughed. Youd choose that over a noble title?

Theres something I need to do. Spellcraft cubes will serve me better right now.

If thats your choice. She waved a hand. This thing youre planning to do. Will it affect me?

Only in a positive way. I have a few scores to settle outside the Nerosal.

Etiquette demanded that a hunter not refuse the reward of a patron. His action could be viewed as an outright challenge to the countess authority. Dallion had seen nobles be banished for less. Being the ticket to her success gave him some leverage. Even if the countess wanted to publicly crush him, shed have to wait. By then things were either going to be resolved in his favor, or it wasnt going to matter.

Im just a hunter, Dallion stressed. The arena of nobility isnt for me.

Is it, now? Your grandfather would disagree. In fact, he rose quite high. Some would say that he was a step away from Archduke status.

Do any of them remember him at all, countess? Even among nobles?

No, not most of them. A dry smile formed on the womans face. I see youve learned a thing or two from his mistakes. Of course, if you pass the next gate, well have this conversation again. The only difference would be that it might not be in this palace, and I might be less favorably inclined.

I dont have a choice. Its a risk Ill have to take.

Judging by her lack of expression, now it was the countess who had difficulty determining Dallions motives. To complicate things even more, at present he had absolutely no intention of becoming a noble, let alone in name only.

Give him his reward, Countess Priscord said, in clear disgust. If moneys all he wants, thats what hell get. In cubes, she remarked. Anything else?

No guards watching me, Dallion said. They arent any good.

Arent they? Ill have to make a note of that. As for the rest, Ill think about it.