Chapter 443

Chapter 443

After our day-long scouting expedition, Im pleasantly surprised by a number of friendly faces waiting to greet me in camp despite the late hour of our return. Zian, Ji Yeon, and Yan are there, as well as Wu Gam and Jing Fei, but I would hardly describe the latter two as friendly. Handing Mama Bun to Song, I move to greet Yan with open arms, but her frown forces me to rethink my decision and offer a martial salute instead. A pleasure to see you, Warrant Officer Yan. Affectionate as she is in the bedroom, Yan draws a clear line between our public and private lives, so even though we publicly announced our betrothal, she insists I treat her as a colleague when others are present for the sake of her career and reputation.

Also, I suspect that much like Mila, Yan also has her eye on my title of Number One Talent in the Empire. Im beginning to resent the Legate for bestowing it upon me because its putting a damper on my love life, which is ironic because gifting me Luo-Luo as a concubine didnt improve things one bit. While Yans desire to keep things professional requires we keep public flirtation to a minimum, it doesnt stop her teasing as she salutes back with a ghost of a smirk on her lovely pink lips. Youre looking in good health, Imperial Consort. Scrutinizing me as if I were a piece of meat, she looks me up and down with a lustful glint in her eye, as if imagining my fashionable silk outfit balled up on the floor of my yurt. Quite good.

Willing away the burning in my cheeks, I ignore Yans provocations and gloss over Wu Gams surly glare to greet my one-time-rival from the north. Warrant Officer Zian. Standing ramrod straight with his head tilted upwards as per usual, I notice his shoulders are tight and his gaze apprehensive as he returns my greeting, studying me for clues as one might study a stranger. Lady Jing Fei. Snuggled against his arm, Zians concubine does a better job of hiding her scrutiny, but no amount of eye-fluttering, back arching, or bosom framing could ever hide her predatory stare, reading into my every word and movement in search of weakness or threat. Only then do I greet the slender, herculean half-fox with a cursory Warrant Officer Wu Gam, and he returns the greeting with his customary scowl.

Last but not least is Ji Yeon, who oddly enough, is the friendliest face present as she curtsies in her silken dress. Lin Ji Yeon offers humble greetings to Imperial Consort.

Lin?

Her smile slipping ever so slightly, Ji Yeon swallows hard and explains, This one has been adopted by her maternal uncle, Lin Xiang Gu, and withdrawn from service. Until his people arrive to escort me away, Cousin Zian has been kind enough to offer shelter, though the good Colonel Hongji offered as well.

Ah. I see. I really do. So not only did her brother conspire with her betrothed to have her killed, it seems like her father was also in on the scheme, or at the very least, doesnt intend to shelter her after the fact. Poor girl, betrayed and abandoned by the people who shouldve loved her most. Your uncle... you trust him? I hate to ask, and I have no idea what to do if she doesnt, but Ill be damned if I stand by and let her go to her death.

This one thanks Imperial Consort for his concern, but there is no need. Uncle Gu is no warrior, but he would die before he allows any harm come to his beloved niece... or rather daughter, I should say. Visibly relaxing, she adds, Father Gu has already annulled the betrothal between this one and Gulong, and though the Situ and Lin Clans are close allies, his influence carries great weight with Patriarch Lin. Even without his efforts, opinions within the clan are already shifting due to the Situ Clans decisions of late. Glancing at Zian, she pointedly adds, Many still remember Cousin Zians maternal grandmother was surnamed Lin. In fact, she was sister to this ones maternal grandfather, who often boasts of his grand-nephews skills.

Ugh. Family and politics. Either the Lin Clan is offering to support Zian as the future Situ Clan Patriarch, or theyre testing the waters to see if they can poach him away. If I were him, Id be sorely tempted to jump ship before suffering an accident so Gulong can take his place, but Zian takes the offer in stride with casual ease, promising nothing aside from an inclination to reconnect with family. Im a little jealous about how quickly he responded, putting an end to the conversation while neither accepting nor declining Ji Yeons offer, yet still leaving the door open for future negotiations. Its the sort of response I wouldve carefully crafted after an entire night spent mulling it over, but Zian threw it out there without batting an eye.

Strong, smart, hardworking, and talented. How did I beat Zian again?

With the salutations out of the way, we stand around and chit-chat while the Death Corps make tea, as custom dictates in all social gatherings, formal or informal alike. Once tea has been served and enough polite conversation has been made, I finally feel its okay to ask, So... Why are you all here?

Zian and Jing Fei trade confused glaces while Ji Yeon looks away and pretends not to notice Yan whispering the answer in my ear. While you were gone, Colonel Hongji ordered a restructuring of our defences, presumably to accommodate all the returning units and the patrols which have been suspended. We thought it quite the coincidence when we were all relocated around your camp, not to mention the Colonels personal troops positioned out front. Following her gaze, I note Hongjis family banner flying on the battle-lines to the west, a glowing golden sceptre on a field of blue, which means he took it upon himself to rally my allies and appoint his trusted troops to protect me. I suspect BoShui will be camped nearby too, though Im still not sure why Wu Gam is here.

It seems my poker face still requires a great deal of work because the grim half-fox responds to the unasked question with a straight face. Mentor told me to earn your trust and learn your secrets so I might use them to defeat you.

...Okay then. Nice to have you on my side. Glad to know Im not the worst politician around. So... Not that I dont appreciate the support, but does the Colonel really think the Situ Clan will move against me here, right on the front lines?

Youd be naive to think they wont after what you did to Gulong. Swatting aside Zians attempts to silence her, Jing Fei narrows her eyes and adds, Colonels Hongjis soldiers and our presence will ensure there will be plenty of witnesses in the event of a quiet assassination, which means your enemies will undoubtedly opt for wholesale slaughter. No one can testify if no witnesses are left alive, and the Society has the backing to make it so. My Lord Husband is here in spite of my advice to the contrary, but since he insists on being an honour-bound fool, then you might as well tell us: What is your goal?

Aww... Zians here to help. I knew we were friends. I didnt do anything to Gulong. He gave the order to remove his tongue, not I. As for my goal... I shrug. Same as its always been. Kill Defiled and survive. For some strange reason, my answer infuriates Jing Fei, while Zian puffs up in smug satisfaction. After discussing possible countermeasures to keep everyone alive, I thank everyone for their assistance and send them back to their camps, though Yan lingers behind for a quick, private kiss. Holding her hand to keep her from leaving, I ask, Care to stay and chat? Her throaty laugh stokes my flames of desire, but I shake my head and add, No, I really mean chat. Out here in full view of camp. Because I dont trust either of us to hold back in private. I wanted to ask about External Chi.

Adorably vexed by my self-restraint, Yan gracefully takes a seat beside Song but misses cat-girls fleeting frown, gone almost as quickly as it arrived. The two of them arent the best of friends, though I suppose it could be because Songs jealous she wasnt chosen by Teacher Du. At least theyre tolerant of one another instead of straight up fighting or even being snippy, but they just arent all huggy and snuggly as the rest of my harem.

No. Bad. Song is not a part of your harem. Stop it.

So, Yan drawls, tilting her head ever so slightly. What did you want to ask?

Taking a seat across from the two ladies, I reply, Well... How does it work?

Nodding along with the question, Song snuggles Mama Bun and listens intently, but is as disappointed as I am when Yan laughs and shakes her head. You know I cant answer that. You need to figure it out on your own.

Well... how did you figure it out?

Worthless. Little. WORM!

The unexpected reprimand elicited a strangled scream from Gen's throat and the world went white with pain. Unlike the usual pain which accompanied Mentors Transcendent-routed Sendings, his current misery was not the result of apathy, but rage, Mentors seething anger emanating from every agonizing word. Never before had Gen felt anything so excruciating, a pain which originated from his mind yet radiated outwards until suffering was all he knew. He knew not how to ease his torment, and there was nothing the Spirits would do to aid him, so for what felt like an eternity, Gen endured Mentors sadistic tantrum until he could endure no more.

When Gen regained consciousness, he lay in a pool of blood, his body cramped from the echoes of the ordeal but mind fresh with thoughts of vengeance. Vengeance would be his soon, he promised himself, but it could not come quickly enough.

Still Lacking Focus, Little Worm? It Seems This Sovereigns Warnings Were Wasted.

The armoured Transcendent grabbed Gen by the scruff of his neck and lifted him none-too-gently off the marbled floor, but he was too weak to even croak in protest at the rough treatment. Feet dangling in the air, he was brought face to face with the featureless Transcendent, but not before he noticed Bei had died, a blackened crater all that was left of her beautiful face thanks to Mentors untimely interruption. Though he yearned to order the armoured Transcendent to tear itself apart, he held his anger in check. It was too early to cut ties with Mentor, not while the Dog Emperor and his traitorous armies still yet lived. Once their common foe was dealt with, then Gen would turn his attentions to his hateful Mentor and laugh when the old man realized he was no longer in control.

But until such a time, Gen would stomach these insults and commit them to memory, the pain, humiliation, even the mocking glint in the armoured Transcendents bloodshot eyes, promising that when the time came, he would see each one repaid in full.

Unworthy Little Worm, Given So Much And Accomplishing So Little, This Sovereign Grows Tired Of Incessant Failure. Where Time Once Stood On This Sovereigns Side, It Now Works Against Us, Yet Still You Play Games. Blessed By Talent And Luck But Devoid of Ambition, Little Worm Bears The Potential To Soar Through The Heavens, Yet Is Content To Crawl On His Belly In The Dirt. Disgraceful.

Dropping Gen to the floor in a heap, the Armoured Transcendent strode back to its corner, seating itself to conserve energy as per usual. Choking back a groan, Gen pivoted to keep the Transcendent in sight, unable to lift his head but not daring to present his rear to Mentor, especially while bent over as he was.

Months of This Sovereigns Precious Time Devoted To Instruction, But Little Worm Has Yet To Wholly Comprehend the Truth. Now, Be It Through Stroke Of Luck Or Meticulous Guidance, The Devourer Steps Foot Upon A New Path, One Uniquely Suited For His Superior Talents. Where We Tread Lightly Along The Razors Edge Of Struggle And Surrender, He Stands With Foot On Both Sides In Utter Defiance Of Heaven, Yet Somehow Remains Unscathed. Most Interesting, Most Alarming, For Such Potential Appears Immeasurable. The Empire Branded This Sovereign As Heretic, But What Will They Say When They Learn Of His Sacrilege?

No. Impossible. This was more proof of Mentors senility, a decrepit senior almost a millennia past his prime. How could he think Falling Rains talent and potential superior to Gens? The Heavens had blessed him as its chosen son, not that arrogant savage as the Imperials would have the world believe. Indifferent to Gens inner turmoil, Mentor continued his lecture, his every word delivering a fresh wave of pain surging through his body.

Such A Curiosity, But He Can Not Be Left Unchecked. As He Stands, The Devourer Is Nothing Except Too Dangerous To Leave Free. Potential Is Meaningless Unless Realized, Thus Time Becomes Our Enemy. Too Many Guardians Watch Over Him, Too Many Hidden Lords Lie Waiting, Variables And Unknowns This Sovereign Cannot Foresee, But Where The General Cannot Act, The Pawn Is Free To Move. Succeed Or Die Little Worm, Else This Sovereign Shall Teach You True Regret.

On that inspiring note, the armoured Transcendent fell still as Mentors presence faded away, and after the Spirits confirmed the old bastard was truly gone, Gen mentally ordered Samat to come inside and bring him to the courtyard. Mentor was none the wiser to Gens ruse, for he was playing the worm despite having already become a dragon. A necessity, for Mentor had hundreds of years of experience to Gens measly two decades, most of it spent in ignorance of the Truth. No matter, for in time, he would realize his own potential and put an end to Mentors miserable existence, for where the old man dominated and bent the Spirits and Transcendents to his will, their service to Gen was founded on a decree from Heaven. Whether it be the armoured Transcendent, Samat, or any of the other newcomers, Gens commands superseded all others, even Mentors, a secret the Spirits divulged to him in confidence.

The Spirits yearned for the freedom to serve him, and with their help, the soldiers, Transcendents, and even Mentor himself would kowtow before Gen, for he was Heavens True Chosen Son.

Not Falling Rain. Never Him.

Out in the courtyard, Gen had the Spirits confirm Mentors absence once more before commanding the recently arrived Water-Blessed Transcendent to Heal him. Not all Transcendents had the ability to create the curative nectar like his sweet Bei, but the Water-Blessed giant could, and though it curled his stomach to suckle on the plump, soggy fingers of such a repugnant and obviously male Transcendent, Gen closed his eyes and pretended it was his crystalline, fairy-like wife feeding him sweet nectar instead of a hefty, water-logged warrior whose chest bore a gaping hole in place of a mouth.

Perhaps he shouldve gone to the Confessor instead. The old torturer was well-versed in the art of Healing, but he clung too tightly to his Imperial techniques, which were not only inferior, but also almost as unsettling as his current circumstances.

Almost.

When his injuries Healed enough, Gen drew away from the Water-Blessed Transcendent and scoured the event from memory. Only then did he notice a servant kneeling at his side, head lowered and body trembling. Quashing the urge to snap the mans neck, Gen reined his temper in and snapped, What?

Forgiveness Emissary, but Grand Marshal Jianghong has issued orders.

The servant held out a letter and Gen took it in hand before plunging his sharpened fingers through the mans eyes. A quick death he didnt deserve, but Gen lacked the time for recreation and the Water-Blessed Transcendent required nourishment. Ah, he should have asked the servants name and given it to the Transcendent, fitting since they would be one regardless. Unsealing the letter, Gen pored over the document slowly and smiled as the complex characters revealed the message within, his heart pounding in eager anticipation for the days ahead. This was what Mentor meant with his talk of Generals and Pawns, for while Falling Rain was well protected from the likes of Divinities, his guardians would be bound by the Treaty and helpless to act against a lesser threat. Calling for Deng and Kash, Gen rushed off to prepare for his day of glory and retribution when he crushed Falling Rain like the bug he was.

Provided the savage runt survived until Gen arrived in Sinuji, and he prayed it would be so, for a quick death at the end of an assassins blade was far too clean for the likes of Falling Rain.

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