Chapter 675: The Cabal's Gathering with the Fool

Chapter 675: The Cabal's Gathering with the Fool

Prince Khalik Behr-Medrs villa suited him perfectly.

Peeking from behind a stone wall was an older grey building situated near the southern wall, standing at the end of a quiet boulevard on a hill, offering its occupant a fine view of much of the district. A copper rooflong turned greencapped rough walls thick with ivy.

Alex stepped through the open gate and was greeted by gardens abundant with shrubs, grapevines, fruit trees, patches of fragrant herbs, and flowers. A magical fountain sprayed jets of water high in the air, twisting it into a whirling column of droplets that swirled back into the basin, and repeated.

Every plant in the garden was perfect, not a blemish anywhere to be seen. The young wizard paused, recognising Professor Salingers techniques from the look and composition of the soil, techniques he wasnt sure hed be using anytime soon, but for an earth mage like Khalik, they were key.

Hummingbirds flitted from bloom to bloom, dipping long beaks into nectar, as a trio of frogs croaked below the fountains edge. Alex made his way to a courtyard ringed by a low inner wall enclosing outbuildings, more gardens, and the main house. He looked behind him. Lining the top of the outer wall like a row of gargoyles, a flock of crows had gathered, giving the peaceful scene an ominous turn.

Omens of doom and gloom are kinda fitting right now, Alex muttered to himself, his hand reaching for the door knocker.

A piercing screech startled him.

Something blurred by, striking the ground.

He yelped, instinctively raising his staff.

Had the church found him? Did they send an assassin? Were they here to ambush him in front of his friends house?

No.

The only assassin around was Najyah, here killing his already tightly wound nerves. She clutched a freshly caught hare in her claws, keeping it pinned to the ground as it struggled to get away. The eagle turned her head to glare at Alex as if daring him to approach her meal. Her back arched as she fixed him with a cold gaze, then abruptly turned away, totally disinterested.

Bloody bird, the young wizard swore, you scared me

Suddenly, the front doors burst open, revealing a certain muscular prince standing in the entranceway. He looked bewildered. Alex, I did not expect you to be here so soon. I heard someone scream and thought Najyah was chasing off some intruder. Thank the gods it was you. Come in. Come in.

The prince waved him inside, barring the door behind him.

You will have to forgive me; I would have gotten some proper food, but this meeting happened so suddenly. Khalik pointed to a spread of fresh fruit, vegetables and cheeses on the table. This is all I had time to prepare.

Hey, man, it feels wild to me that Im about to eat anything prepared by a prince. Alex took a seat at the table, noting it was set for four.

It is a privilege few will ever experience. Khalik grinned, sitting across from him. But, in truth, few royals in Tekezash can actually cook. He laughed, but the laughter did not reach his eyes.

It soon faded. Isolde and Thundar should be here shortly.

Thats good, Alex said.

Do you wish to talk before they arrive? Are you well? the prince said.

No, man, not at all, Alex said grimly, reaching for some grapes. Im bloody tired. Part of me wishes I could teleport to Thameland right now and slap those bastards in their nasty faces. Another part wishes I had more time. Im trying to hold it together, butugh, my minds all over the place.

Mine would be too, the prince started to say. When I

There was a knock at the door.

She drew herself up, her voice dropping low and deep. Isolde, the number on any paper you achieve will seem like the end of the world to you. Exceptional success will feel like life, while moderate success will feel like crushing failure. But, Isolde, in even as short a time span as five years after you complete your final studiesgraduate level, of course, you are a Von Amnutyou will not even remember those numbers and sometimes you might catch yourself wondering why you worried about them at all. After all, no monarch will be interested in what your grade was in Magic Theory when they are selecting a court wizard. Any army you join will not demand your grade for your third year assignment in battle magic, and no entity that you conjure will ask for your final grade in your summoning assignment.

Isolde took a deep breath, tapping the side of her head. Then he tapped his temple and finished with: However, that king will ask you to demonstrate your mightiest magics, and if you wreck yourself with a mana reversal, then it will be the end of your path through magic. An army will demand your greatest battle magics andif you do not know them wellyou will ensure that soldiers fighting on your side die. And die terribly. And lastly, while a demon or devil will have no interest in your final summoning grade, they will be very interested in the flaws introduced into your summoning circle by sloppy work. In short, competence, confidence, and knowledge gained from your training will matter all your life. The numbers on a piece of parchment? They will be worth less than the ink used to write them.

Thundar gaped at Isolde. Are youfeeling okay, there?

Have you taken ill? Khalik asked.

Do you need to lie down? Alex said. Are you a mana vampire pretendingbadlythat youre Isolde?

Honestly, I feel the same as you; at the time, my grandfathers words seemed completely misguided. I had thought them out of touch and that marks were of the utmost importance. But are they? she said. I am not so sure. Look at what Alex has achieved: in your businesses, have any of your prospective clients asked you about your marks?

No, Alex admitted.

My potential academic supervisors for my graduate studies are interested in my markswhich are still essentially perfect, I might add, she sniffed. But they show more interest in my interests, the research I have performed on the expedition, my battle experience, my relationship with Baelin, and even my connection to my grandfathermy marks seem almost secondary. And now, here we are, speaking of the apocalyptic coming of the church of a dead god. It makes all talk of marks seem rather frivolous.

I hear you, Prince Khalik said.

Yeah, Alex agreed. At this point, if it wasnt for the Marks downsides, I might be able to challenge the Exam for Credit for every single class I have, then graduate at the same time as Isolde.

Show off, Thundar grunted.

Thundar, my brother, your girlfriend is a dragon, Prince Khalik said pointedly. You do not get to call anyone a show off. Ever again.

A dragon slayer, Isolde said. But without the s.

Isolde! Thundar gasped. Look, weve been on one date! We e on, dont make this weird! Andwait, how are you the one making that joke?

Her smile was evil. Thundar. Remember all of the hell you and everyone else gave me over Cedric? Cold blue eyes turned toward Alex and Khalik. You will all feel my wrath in time. But, we are getting distracted. Alex, tell us your thoughts.

The young, Thameish wizard blew his breath out. Look, thanks for lightening the situation up. I kinda needed to hear some normal conversation right now, and well, Im worried about the future, to be honest. Things should be alright, but who knows how Councillor Kartika will react. And shes a big deal; if she decides I need to be handed over to preserve relations with Thameland, then thats it for me.

I would hope not, Khalik said. But I could see it. Monarchs and nobles willat timescapture fugitives from outside their realm, if they are important enough; surrendering them to their pursuers can meanhaving a debt owed to them. Perhaps Generasi will want Thameland to owe them.

Thameland already owes Generasi a lot, Alex said. Butugh, yeah, maybe the council will want to give me up in return for exclusive harvesting rights to dungeon cores.

Yeah, specially if people here start turning against you, Thundar growled. They might blame you for shit you never did. Like, you know, for all those people who died trying to harvest dungeon cores in Thameland? Maybe theyll blame you for that.

Really? WhyOh, Alex groaned, catching the minotaurs logic. If I hadnt discovered the dungeon core essence, or never showed it to Baelin and Professor Jules, then there never would have been a dungeon core rush. Those folk would still be alive. In a twisted way, I get it.

Even my cousin might take issue with you, Isolde said grimly. The attack on his villa was by Ravener-spawn, after all. I could see how he might blame you for putting his family and guests in danger. Come to think of it, his guests might blame you as well.

Alex felt something wither inside himself.

He slowly met Isoldes gaze. And what about you? Do you blame me for the attack?

Isolde looked at him carefully, then sighed, blowing black bangs away from her eyes. I shall be honest with you. Under slightly different circumstances? Yes. Yes I absolutely would.