Chapter 59: Bonds

Chapter 59: Bonds

Chapter 59

Bonds

Sylas sat in yet another meeting, this one determining the final preparations for their trek toward the east and the camp. They got the exact location from Tebek, and even the rough estimates on the number of men theresome eighty able-bodied men and some twenty-thirty cripples, women, and even a few children.

As always, Sylas took no part in preparationsmerely minding his own business on the side. By now, he'd calmed down considerablywas a rabbit, in fact, compared to the first return. Recalling the few things that he said, he truly wanted to reset the loop but felt it was a waste. After all, he had further worked on his body, even testing out the Heart's Ripple ever so often.

What made him squeal in joy werent the skills apparent applications in the battle itselfbut outside of it. As it stood, he could easily hear how someones heart behaved if he concentratedespecially if he pulled a bit of energy he was able to muster and maintain into his ears. Though this in and of itself said practically nothing, with his lifetime of experiences, he was easily able to read the meaning of whichever song the heart was singing.

Leave it to me to turn a magical ability into yet another tool for conning, Sylas sighed, shaking his head. Beyond the attack on the east, which Derrek was also participating inexcitedly so, from the look on his facehe was yet to confront the man about Dyn and try and earn his trust. Derrek was another key figure Sylas wanted to bring overeffectively for the role he wanted Dyn to have initially. He wanted to build the Princes estate slowly but surely, polluting it with quality men and women who knew what they were doing.

Though Derreks general personality was suspect, as the man seemed to have an ego of a hundred others combined, his knowledge, position, and likely strength were more than enough to make up for that deficiency. Ah, I can delay it for a bit. I really dont wanna deal with him just yet

Sylas counted back, realizing that Valens group was growing quite considerablywhat started with just him turned into an experienced Captain in Tenner, a talented, up-and-coming Exorcist in Ryne, and potentially Derrek who was something. A Knight of an Order, and likely more. Perchance quite magical, Sylas mused. There was also Baron Cyrs in charge of the castles logistics, who seemed to have somewhat recovered his spirits by tossing his all into work.

All in all, the camp, though small, was concise and diverse. In fact, it seemed too concise and diverse. Once again, Sylas grew suspiciousthe timing and the place and the circumstances within which he was dropped it was like they were all tailor-made. After all, an Exorcist just happens to walk into the castle and happens to have some serious daddy issues? A corrupt Baron just happens to have a soft heart ridden with guilt and happens to be easily exploitable? A Moon Knight just happens

Sylas? You there? Sylas focused back on the meeting, realizing that all eyes were on him for some reason. The one who spoke was Valenwith the Princes odd gaze at him, Sylas smiled sheepishly before replying.

Here, here, my dearest Prince, he said. Whats wrong?

Do you have anything to add to the plan? Valen asked with a bitter smile. Hed long since realized that Sylas checked out of these meetings immediately, but still felt compelled to ask. After all, there were many faces herehe wanted to let them all know to respect the slightly strange and offbeat advisor by the Princes side.

No, its a majestic plan, befitting of your majestic countenance! Tsk, Valen clicked his tongue and looked away. So, are we done?

Yeah, yeah, were done, Valen said, despite not being even halfway done. Go see Ryne and ask her if she can make some quick talismans for us. Just quality ones, if possible. If not, its fine.

"At once!" Sylas stood up happily and left. He was beginning to doze off, and though he knew he likely should focus during the meetings and start learning it was too boring, and he was but a one man. If his listening and learning mattered, he wouldn't be hellbent on gathering a nice camp for the Prince.

He hastily went over to Rynes workshop. Ever since his initial outburst, the young girl was a bit reserved around him. Sylas had to constantly remind himself that it wasnt strangeafter all, though in his mind hed known the girl for over a year, shed known him for a few weeks. Though he adjusted to the imbalanced relationship with othersincluding Valenrather quickly, it was difficult with her. It was mostly due to the fact that no matter the loop, her treatment of him was usually the same. Except for this one.

Rather than busting down the doors and heading inside, he held himself back and knocked a few times. Some seconds later, Ryne opened the doors casually and smiled lightly when she saw it was him.

C-can I help you? she asked.

The Prince sent me! all else aside, Sylas still knew the perfect combination of words to immediately win her over.

T-the Prince? P-please, come in! Ryne, blushing as always, quickly opened the doors and stepped inside. What what does His Highness want?

no?

No.

Oh, no. Okay.

What? My help isnt welcomed unless its facilitated by a God?

No, of courseI mean, yes, yes, of course its welcomed. Sorry, I got excited. I Ive never met a Prophet before. Well, I mean, I met themits just that they werent real. But youre real.

Aye, I certainly am not an illusion, Sylas said. As the Prince would testify each time he went to the bathroom after me.

Ryne rolled her eyes for a moment, unimpressed by Sylas fourth-grade humor. You know what I mean. You see things. Hear things. My Master used to tell me that anyone claiming to hear God's voice was a liar and a cheat and likely wanted something from me. And, each time before, whenever I'd test these 'Prophets' they'd crumble. Show themselves as liars. But you you're different."

Im hardly different, Sylas said. I just happen to be a messenger. Doesnt make me a better person. I Im usually not like that, he said. Angry. Cruel.

No, no, its fine

Im not, he interrupted. But Im still human, and sometimes things get to me. Im just sorry you were there to see it.

no, its alright, Ryne nodded lightly. The vision it must have been scary. Painful. Did you see someone die?

Ah, someone always dies, Sylas kept that to himself, however. Anyway, where do you keep the papers so I can start while you go get us something to eat?

Why should I get us something to eat?!

Its cause youre a girl and young people should always listen to their wise elders, Sylas said.

the papers are there, Ryne sighed, pointing at the nearby cupboard. Be careful. Even with the Princes generous supplies, theres still a limited amount. If you screw up any, Ill Ill

If youre gonna threaten someone, Sylas said. At least do so with confidence and flamboyancy! For instance: you damned dog! If you so much as wrinkle one of my papers, I shall have you eat cows dung for days in the cold snow! See? Now you try.

Im not

Try.

Khm y-you damned dog! If, if you so much as wrinkle one of my papers, I shall have you eat cows d-d-dung for days in the cold snow!! Ryne exclaimed, red in cheeks, but feeling somewhat empowered. Shed never cursed so boldly before, after all.

Damn, that was good kiddo, Sylas nodded in approval. Youve got potential. Stick by me and learn. One day, in the future, you too shall become a class-A bullshitter. Now go fetch us something to eat.

Y-yes! Ryne exclaimed, running off. Wait, why did I sound so excited about becoming a bullshitter?! I dont want to become a bullshitter! Alas, it was too late.