Chapter 24: Changes

Chapter 24: Changes

Chapter 24

Changes

Sylas spent a few weeks unwinding, resetting the loop on the day of Baron's arrival, and then spending days leading up to it doing nothing. He needed time to process what he had seen, to measure his worthor lack thereofagainst it, and to regain the confidence to walk up to random strangers and, without knowing whether they're capable of leveling a whole castle, try and manipulate and goad them into doing what he wanted them to do.

It was a tall task, and though he wasnt a terribly short man, he wasnt tall either. Spending days in such a way, however, wasnt badever so often. Hed continued practicing reading and writing, and had gotten fairly good at it, actually. He could almost go through a whole chapter of a book without scratching his head over what a word meant.

As such, he read a lotmostly on the history of things. It was a good reminder, though, as to why he never took to history back on Earthit was painfully dry, stale, and boring. Pages upon pages of things that were no doubt amazing to live out, but were also impossible to read thoroughly. There was, in fact, an entire chapter dedicated to just listing out the early types of architecture. And the chapter was around two hundred pages long, covering roughly eighty years of material.

All the same, he became a slightly learned manfinally understanding that Ethernia and the surrounding Kingdoms didn't subscribe to the absolute monarchy, but were more theological in their make where the Kings and Queens were usually either the spiritual or physical leaders of naturethe most learned or the strongest. In fact, there was a law in place that enabled everyoneeven commonersto challenge the King directly to a duel for the crown.

Nobody having done it in hundreds of years notwithstanding, the fact that it was still there meant something. Just not for him.

On occasion, he would brush up on his swordsmanship, but couldnt really push it forward due to his body. Realizing that he had pretty much tapped out the current loop for all its worth, having done it over at least fifty times by now, Sylas decided it was time to move onand the only way forward was to try and convince the Baron a few times and, if he still fails, hell just go with the original timeline in which he told Valen everything.

He sat and waited patiently inside the chambers for the Baron to arrivebut something was different, right off the bat. The Baron was nearly ten minutes late and he didnt send his family away. They all entered, with the woman still chirping on and on about the lukewarm welcome. Cyrs countenance was dispirited, his eyes void of anything but perceived agony. He was like a husk of a dying man, his soul already ripped from his chest, leaving behind the expiring carcass.

AAAH!! the woman screamed in panic as she was the first one to spot Sylas. The latter ignored her entirely and focused on the Baron who, seemingly against his wishes, stood up and took out a sword, pointing it at him. W-who are you?!! How dare a mere guard come here?! I shall have you beheaded for this!

Send them out, Sylas spoke to Baron directly, ignoring the others. So we can chat about the walls.

W-what what is he talking about? Are you ignoring me, peasant?! How dare you

Leave. Crys said, his eyes having widened for a moment in shock.

Yhuh? You you want me to leave?

Yes. Leave us alone.

But

Leave us! Ah, there it was! The classic Cyrs roar, one that had immediately sewn the woman's lips shut. Without tarrying, everyone except Sylas and the Baron left, leaving the two to stare at each other in silence for a long while before the Baron broke it. "You were the reason the invasion failed?" Something is way off Sylas frowned inwardly. This wasnt the Baron he met beforerather than defensive, he seemed entirely relieved when he said that.

Many men who fought and died are the reason, Sylas said. I just afforded them a chance.

I cant figure whether youre a man of honor or just simply a coward, Sylas sighed, taking a sip himself.

A little bit of both, I suppose, Cyrs chuckled. But mostly just a coward. I took the deal that sounded like it would change my life once. And look at where it brought me.

To me, Sylas said. It brought you to me.

It brought me to my knees and

Life never hands us something we cannot handle," Sylas said. "It was in your cards to be wrung by the fate, left and right, before meeting me. To see, touch, and experience the darkest of the human heart. Because you now understand, Cyrs. You understand what breaks a man and what a broken man will resort to on just the promise that he will be whole again. And that is where you begin. Where you begin your new journey, the journey of finding the pieces of yourself that you've left alongside the road and putting yourself whole again. I can give you thatand I can give it to you without needing you to kill. I swear on my name, today, that I shall never ask of you to take anothers life.

And if you do?

"I won't," Sylas repeated. "I know my word rings hollow to the ears that have bled, but it is all I have. A life taken is a life wasted. I could have just as easily turned you in, but why waste the life of a man with so much potential?"

Cyrs looked deeply into the strange mans eyes. He was swayed. He didnt think it possible, but he was swayed.

When he saw the castle walls standing upon his return he cried. Cried out of joy. He didnt know how, or why, and he didnt carehe was beyond joyous that they stood. That everyone he knew didnt die. He swore upon the sight that he would go to the capital and confess his sins before the Throne and the Crown and accept whatever would come his way. And yet he was swayed.

The mans words were like a perfect symphony, and even though he wanted to walk away it kept reeling him back in. Over and over and over, until he could only stand rooted in place, listening. It wasnt just the words, it was the conviction and the look in the mans eyesas someone whos seen most of whats there to see, Cyrs still was taken aback by the gaze of purity. The man wasnt lying. He truly believed in everything he was saying.

The Prince wont forgive me, hearing that, Sylas sighed in relief inwardly. Caught you, bitch. Hell yeah!

Its a good thing, then, that he wont need to.

You wont tell him? What if he finds out?

Well cross that bridge once we get to it, Sylas shrugged, not caring for anything else now that he had reeled the Baron in. For now, you should go and visit him. Dont tell him about our meeting.

very well, Cyrs paused for a moment before putting the cup down and standing up. I pray your words werent empty. I truly do.

Sylas merely smiled as he watched the man leave. As soon as the doors closed, he slumped in the chair and practically melted as the sweat began pouring out. He felt like he had been walking on needles throughout the entire conversation, and that just one misspoken word could have led him elsewhere entirely. Just as he was about to go wash himself up, a window popped up in front of him.

New save point, New Friends has been initialized

Would you like to overwrite your previous save location, New Dawn?

YES/NO