Chapter 176: Journey Southward

Chapter 176: Journey Southward

Chapter 176

Journey Southward

We are going to go where exactly? Valen was the one to proclaim the question, though a look of confusion and desire to have misheard was evident on everyone. While Sylas chopped down some nice, smoked meat, and while Asha twirled about with her hair on the side, appearing entirely disinterested in the affair, Valen, Ryne, Derrek, and a few other strongest surviving members of the castle appeared aghast at Sylas very simple sentence that had shaken the room like a bolt of thunder: In two weeks, we all march south.

Sylas remained silent, looking up at their incredulous faces while chewing away at the meat. It had been some time since he last sat with them, he realized, though could still barely prevent himself from laughter. After all, those were quite the expressions.

South, you daft lot, he shrugged. So, start arranging the horses, the wagons, the carriages. Who will walk, who will drive, who will luxuriously sit and ponder on lifes many mysteries: such as, why are we marching south?

Thats impossible, the one who spoke was likely the oldest in the roomwell, Sylas asidelooking to be well over fifty. Sylas, if once he knew the mans name, no longer did. Nor did he bother asking. You are asking

Im not asking, Sylas interrupted. You misunderstood. This isnt a discussion.

So, what is it? A command? Are you commanding a Prince? the man asked.

Id command a god if I needed to. So, shut up and listen. Id very much like to go south myself without bolting the entire castle to my back, but the depressing part is that the dead always come. And, well, fuck it all up. If youd prefer to be the feed to ghouls and other monster, please, feel free to stick around and piss in all the snow.

though the man was red-faced and clearly angry, Valens quick indication with the young mans arm prevented an outburst. I never doubted you, Sylas. No matter what. But this even if we could do it, two weeks is nowhere near enough for preparation. Besides, theres no way that the horses can actually move through the snow. Its too deep.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Leave those worries aside, Sylas said. If I wanted to waste everyones time pointlessly, Id have asked you to dig moats around the walls. Besides, this march is for you.

For me?

The throne awaits, Sylas said, finishing off the smoked meat and washing it down with some wine. But it wont wait forever. If we dont reach the capital by the winters end, theres gonna be another King sitting there. And Im frankly too tired to play out that path, too.

You have seen this?

This and that and plenty rest. You said you trusted me, no matter what.

yes.

I made a blunder, Sylas continued, staring directly into Valens eyes. The latter felt restless. There was something different about the Prophet. Though the man was never in-and-in, so to say, he never felt this cold. A pretty big one, true. Doesnt invalidate that I, for the most part, know what Im doing. At least now, anyway. Besides, he added, his voice cooling even further. As I mentioned before I aint asking.

Be nice, jackass, Asha grumbled angrily and slapped the back of his head. What this mutt is trying to say is that you wont have to worry about provisions and the road there. After all, he is a Prophet. Gods bless the journeys of their children. Always.

Despite her attempts, tense atmosphere persisted. Sylas ignored itit was irrelevant, after all. They would fail this attempt. And the next. And the one after that. And the next ten. And possibly the next thousand. If he had to be mindful of others each one of those loops, hed go absolutely insanewell, more insane than he was at the moment.

He merely made the orderbut had no intention of staying and calculating the logistics of it all. While they were to figure out how to move an entire castle worth of people, he had to go to the village first and deal with his end of the bargain. While he was confident in battling the Shadow, it wasnt as though his winrate was 100%. There was entirely a chance that he just might die to the Shadow and hed have to do this all over again.

After he would settle them somewhere near the village, hed then move further south into the fort and have a talk with the good old Av and Vanessa, bringing them into the fold. And after well, he was still blind to the after. The fort was still in the deep north, and there were still hundreds upon hundreds miles of journey toward the capital. On the way over, theyll pass many counties and baronies and dukedoms that hed have to bring under Valens thumb. And each will have a story, he was certain, that will take up more than one loop to cleanse.

I wont be sleeping or resting on the way over. And I might die. You alright with all that?

Alright is a relative word, she grabbed his arm and dragged him forward, southward. Im alright with not sleeping. Not with watching you die. Even if I know youll come back.

I found out, by the way.

Found out what? she quizzed.

Who summoned me here.

Eh? Really? Who? Who was it?

Some immortal chick.

I could have told you that.

No, I mean, I met her, he said. Or it. Something. We chatted for a bit.

You chatted with an Immortal? Suuure. Is that Immortal here with us, now?

Shut it, he lightly flickered her forehead. Ive learned plenty of things. She was really coy with knowledge of this world, though. Well, I inferred some things. So, good enough.

You didnt ask about me, have you? she looked at him coyly. Girls dont like when boys go behind their backs like that, you know?

What would I ask about you? he shrugged. Youre an open book already. I genuinely think you physically cant lie.

I can lie.

Alright. Lie.

You are the handsomest man in the world!

I asked you to lie.

Tsk, she clicked her tongue, letting go of his arm. Fine. I may be a bad liar, but I have my secrets!

Sure you do, sure you do. And these secrets, are they with us now?

Sylas.

Yes?

Fuck you.