Chapter 811: Hidden Legacy

Chapter 811: Hidden Legacy

If the emperors garden dazzled with its grandeur, the room where he was to meet the duchess astounded with its strict simplicity. Although made of sky silver, its walls were virtually bare, containing nothing more than a single portrait of a Tamin emperorprobably Tamin Iand his wife. One glance was enough for Dallion to recognize the necklace worn by the empressthe flutterblade he had seen Falkner buy at the Night Auction of Lanitol.

Directly beneath it, sitting in a stoic wooden chair, was what Dallion expected to be Duchess Elazni. She, too, was more than familiar; Dallion recognized her from the time of his Moon trial. At the time, he was under the influence of the age spell, so she had seemed a lot bigger.

The womans hair flowed freely down her shoulders way under the table in front, making him want to check whether it touched the floor.

The second empress, the woman said, an almost cheeky smile on her face.

If this wasnt the Imperial Palace, one would mistake her for a pampered, distant noble relation. Her clothes, although made of gem and diamond thread, were more casual than one would expect, covered in deliberate wrinkles. Even her expression was that of someone whod just come from a long day of partying and was eager to return to it after spending a few minutes of mandatory pomp.

She was said to have been the only one to grant the emperor more than one heir, and one of the few women who any of the emperors actually fancied, the noble continued. Two things became immediately apparent: the second empress was the matriarch who had started the House of Elazni, and the woman in the room was using a rather advanced form of music skills as she spoke.

The execution was a lot different than what Dallion had experienced. When actively using his skills, he had focused on overwhelming his targets in one way or another. The woman did nothing of the sort, layering the strands of music so finely that if Dallion werent a mage, he might have missed it. Not only that, but she was using an entire bouquet of emotions, constantly changed them as she spoke, constantly nudging towards something he couldnt determine.

Duchess Elazni. Dallion bowed, remaining two feet from the door.

Lady Elazni, she corrected. The duchess is my great grandmother.

Great grandmother? Dallion wondered.

The powerful families live a lot, Adzorg said. And unlike the archdukes, they dont bother keeping it a secret.

My apologies. Dallion looked up. Did you summon me?

No, Im just here to keep you company until granny arrives. Although its nice seeing you at your standard age. Her words were full of affection, aiming to make Dallion swoon. Based on how expertly she was doing it, using music to get her way had probably become the ladys second nature.

Stopping the music attack would have been simple. All that Dallion needed to do was cast a quick air spell or use his own music skills. Something told him that it wouldnt be advisable to do so, not on his first day as a noble, at least.

Thank you, he replied with a smile. Do I wait here, or can I sit at the table?

A hint of surprise flickered on the womans face.

You saw it, didnt you? she asked. This time, her words were attempting to convey fear.

I am a mage, Lady.

Suddenly, a vertical line appeared in one of the doors, quickly growing into an opening. A sun gold metalin entered the room. NewW novels updates at novelhall.com

The moment she saw it, the Lady Elazni quickly stood up from the seat. Her clothes instantly straightened up, suggesting she had spent some time in their awakening realms. Two more metalins emerged, standing on either side of the formed archway. Then, finally, the duchess stepped in. Her hair was grayish white, styled like a crown around the top of her head. The gown she was wearing seemed as simple as the room was stoic. Composed of thousands of layers of quicksilver thread, it shared some characteristics of a Roman tunic. Golden rings, broches, and a rather large necklace complemented the outfit, indicating her stature. They also acted as bodyguards. Dallion could sense that each of them was, in fact, a living creature perfectly loyal and possibly as strong as Gleam.

Duchess. Dallion bowed again, this time even lower.

The lack of reaction told him that this time he was correct. The woman made her way to the seat, then sat down.

You had to become a baron on the battlefield, she said, the disappointment apparent in her voice. If you had a modicum of common sense, you would have done so here during the emperors summons. It wouldnt have caused such a headache.

My apologies, Your Grace. What the heck am I apologizing for? I didnt want to give the Azures the heads up. They have been too well informed as of late for it to be a coincidence.

Dallion knew that splitting during a conversation was seen as rude. However, as much as he tried to rationalize that no one could afford to kill him so openly, the time for being reckless had passed. Reaching forward, he waited till the very last moment, when he split into two instances. In one instance, his hand touched the creature, in the other it stopped a hairs length away.

PERSONAL AWAKENING

A green rectangle emerged. Dallion switched to his second instance, causing the rectangle to disappear from reality.

Do you plan to imprison me, Your Grace? Dallions tone hardened, his hand almost on the creature.

In the imperial palace, I dont need to bother with that. We have overseers for that purpose.

Fair enough.

PERSONAL AWAKENING

Reality changed. Gone was the small simple room, replaced by a giant ball room. A stage three times as large as Performers Plaza extended before him, full of hundreds of people. Initially, it seemed as if two armies were fighting against one another, but it quickly became obvious that these were merely highly skilled actors in a play. Orchestral music filled the air, as the leader of one sidea general Dallion would have recognized if he had been more familiar with the history of the empirestarted singing.

Opera always helps me see things in perspective, the duchess said, appearing right beside Dallion. Both of them were seated in what would correspond to a theaters VIP balcony. This is the third actthe culmination of events. Youd be surprised how difficult it was to gather all the echoes, even for me, but with enough dedication and patience well, you see the result.

Back on Earth, Dallion had sometimes fantasized what it would be like entering a massive cinematic battle. Now, he got to experience it firsthand. The atmosphere, the emotions of the performing echoes, even the smells were masterfully crafted for the occasion.

Do you wish to add me to your collection, Duchess?

Im welcoming you to my family. And thats precisely why you are given a choice. I cant delay your decision, but if you choose to accept the sponsorship, you will be given a mansion in the city to act as your temporary realm. From there, you will have the opportunity to rise higher or, should you decide, leave the imperial city altogether.

I get the feeling this isnt an offer most get.

Most domain rulers havent achieved what you have. You were correct to assume youd be a piece in my collection. However, that comes with its benefits. Players dont fear pieces. They might hate them, even want to break them, but they wouldnt waste more energy doing it than its worth. If you choose to announce to the world that youre a new player, the risks will be greater, while the rewards would be the same at best.

Youre offering to limit my growth so that I can learn, Duchess?

Only when it comes to leveling. Youll have lots of opportunities to gain achievements in the process. The only price is using your particular skills to do a few favors now and again.

I believe Ive gone through a similar experience in Nerosal. It taught me not to repeat it.

Stubborn to the end. The duchess clapped her hands.

Within seconds, the echoes performing the massive scene disappeared one after the other in larch clusters. Soon enough, all but one had gone. The man remaining had the appearance of a butler, dressed in a pompous set of extensive clothes that made Dallions eyes hurt just looking at them. It was as if someone had drained half the color of the surrounding world and injected them into the clothes themselves. The red vest was particularly painful, but even that wasnt able to retain Dallions focus for long; not after he had seen the mans face.

Taem? Dallion asked in disbelief.

Taem was the man who had originally sold him the harpsisword in Nerosal all that time ago, before vanishing without a trace. Dallion had made a few attempts to find out what had happened to him, but quickly given up.

Wonderful seeing you again, sir. The butler bowed. And might I compliment you on your achievements.

You gave me the sword. Dallion turned to the duchess.

Yes. She made a sign for the butler to disappear. It belonged to my daughteryour grandmother, so its also yours by birthright.

At this point, the sponsorship made a lot more sense.