Book 8: Chapter 50

Book 8: Chapter 50

Chaldion of Pallass was a bastard. Not in the original meaning of the word, which had everything to do with genealogy and was such a Terandrian word.

Simply in the pure force of what it meant. There were other words that could be used. Chalk-assed, coal-hearted tunnel weasel were milder epithets. The really bad ones could literally singe your ears if someone with the right Skills said them.

However. Sometimes you needed the bastard around. The monster who saw the defenses overrun, heard something coming uptwenty thousand Crelers, maybe. He still had nightmares, and they werent about the Crelers.

Sometimes you needed someone who shut the gates in front of the people screaming to open them. Regardless, it had little to do with him.

Oh, perhaps he was a Chaldion-expert, in the sense that Chaldion had been one of the people to persuade him to move to Pallass. You could argue his longer lifespan meant hed chronicled the Grand Strategists rise, and he remembered stories about that Drake when he was in his prime. And even thenPelt had been old.

He was only half-watching the scrying orb, and he was annoyed at his apprentices for begging to watch it. But they weregetting decent, which meant they would rather miss anything than take their eyes off the steel. But they did listen.

Pelt, the Master Smith. Pelt, formerly of Derthal-Vel, one of the greatest names alive to wield a hammerwell, among mortal smiths. A boast that only meant something if you forgot you would always be inferior, and rightly so.

But it had gotten to his head, once. Pelt. [Hammer of a Hundred Metals]. He looked old, now. His hair hadnt turned white, only developed more grey than pepper. He was short, only five feet tall; you could get shorter, so Dwarves were not exactly as diminutive as their names suggested.

Not anymore. He wore thick clothing, an apron over cloth. Plain colors darkened by soot, which was what he smelled of at all times. He didnt care about his appearance, but the forge kept him at least smelling of that.

Mostly, though, Pelt sometimes saw himself in a mirror and saw what nigh on two and a half decades of drinking did. Even sohe remembered Chaldion, and that Drake had aged more poorly than he.

Turn it off, apprentice.

He barked at Emessa, his Drake apprentice. Pelt was no longer in the mood to listen. She hesitated.

Something wrong, Master?

One of the Gnolls glanced at Emessa and she avoided meeting the other womans eye. Pelt just grunted.

I dont want to hear it.

Drakes had done a terrible thing to Gnolls. Or perhaps there had been traitors. Even now, the Arbitration Council was meeting for a second day, but the dramatic footage with Chaldion was playing again.

Its the same story. Damned treachery. Schemes. That Drakes at the heart of it. Yougirl. Stop swinging on the metal that hard.

The Gnoll woman ducked her head, but for once Pelt didnt threaten to kick her out and never let her take a turn in his forge again. The other apprentices went back to their stations as Pelt looked them over.

Some were masters of their own craft, over Level 30. They had begun coming from further north and south now. To meet Pelt and apprentice themselves for a time.

That wasunfamiliar. Pelt had never had apprentices like this. Which might surprise someone until you realizedhe had been the best smith. The one who struck Adamantium and forged the greatest pieces, alongside the [Forgemaster]. Apprentices? They should have been so lucky.

Even now, he didnt teach them what he could. He could have told them every secret of metal he had ever learned; no one would stop him. But pride did.

They were not worthy. Their steel wasnt fine enough; they would disgrace greater metals, even if they copied the basic techniques.

Pelt thoughhe glanced at Emessa. Nevermore would he forge with his kind. Never would he retire in fame and fortune and glory in Derthal-Vel. So, thenhe had taught one apprentice the secret of Dwarfsteel, which one young man called Titanium and Pelt had a different word for.

Kevin. Pelt glanced around and his mood soured abruptly. He stalked over to forge after forge, and began pointing fingers.

Your hammer hold is weak. That finger. Move it. You with the idiot hat. Youre cooking the metal by a degree or two.

IIm sorry, Master Pelt. I cant tell. It looks

Dont look.Feel the heat. Your eyes? I knew blind smiths who could tell when the metal was ready to strike!

Pelt roared. The apprentices hunched over as he walked around. Pelt stomped left, right, and then grew tired.

Kevin was gone. Solar Cycles was runningbut Kevins helpers were frantically taking over and Hedault had to help manage it. No word from him, only cryptic notes. Everyone in the forge dearly wished he would show upif only because Pelt was less grumpy with Kevins ability to soothe him, and in his absence, he was taking it out on them.

Still. Pelt went back to the orb which Emessa had yet to actually turn off. She was staring at a map of possible sites for more of Fissivals crystal network. Pelt snorted.

Apprentice.

Im sorry, Master

Its the same story. Turn thatvolume thing lower, and put it in another room if you idiots have to watch. Ive seen it.

The other apprentices looked at Pelt as he stomped back to his station, where he was forging identical gears. It wasnt hard; he waited for the rough shape, then cut perfect teeth into the gear. Kevin had said it was amazing that Pelt didnt bother to use a mold, and he could work to the level of a machines precision despite hand-forging everything.

The Dwarf had told Kevin it wasnt special. Just Skills. He was so fast, though, that his hammer would sing for mere minutes, then hed put the gear in oil to cool and for finish-work, and continue watching his apprentices.

Now, he leaned against his anvil. At length, Emessa did dare to ask.

Youve seen the broadcast, Master Pelt? Or has this happened before?

Pelt looked up. He glaredbut glanced at the scrying orb and grunted.

How old do you think I am? I havent seen that. But Ive seen the same thing. Drakes and Gnolls. Humans and half-Elves. Its not new.

That was when he did feel tired. It was too nostalgic. Pelt scratched at his beard. He saw some of the othersHuman, Drake, Gnoll, even a few Dullahansall watching him. It was an odd mood that had taken him, but the Dwarf went on after a second.

That bastard

Chaldion?

thats what I said. He knows something. Therell be blood before the months out, one way or another. I dont have to watch to know whats coming next.

But the Arbitration Council is coming to a ruling

Phaw. Theyre not Gnolls. They make a big show. They dont speak for either species. Its a waste of time. Nothing changes. The Meeting of Tribesthats where changell come. War or revelations. Not that.

He pointed at the scrying orb. Some of his apprentices listened with keen ears. After all, Pelt was very high-level, and that apparently meant he was wise in all things.

What a joke. All Pelt knew was metal. But you had to give it to himhe frowned down at a side project.

Hrmh. So whats the auction at, apprentice? Are they done or am I still waiting?

Emessa blinked at the change of subject, but hurried over to the ledger with the [Messages] she kept.

Two more days, Master. Its narrowing down, but I cant tell wholl win.

And no ones even damn well telling me what its going to be? Halberd? Sword? How many weapon masters are in it?

Pelt had pulled out something that made the rest of the apprentices nearly miss their swings. They couldnt help it. They stared ata small amount of metal. Very small, really. You didnt need much to make a sword if you didnt burn or waste it; a blade should be light, not a block. However, this was no crucible of steel, even steel as pure as Pelt could make it. It was not Mithril, which in and of itself would be remarkable. Not even a rarer alloy like Truegold or Dwarfsteel or

It was a deep red with fiery orange. It was, in fact, rather dull unless you polished it up, and even then, heavier than steel, and frankly less beautiful than many magical metals. The raw stuff was so plain people took it for cheap clay. But that was because regular people didnt have an eye for metal.

To any one of Pelts apprentices, the metal he placed on his anvil and glared at was the stuff of stories. Rarer than diamonds. Tougher than almost any other substance in this world when forged right. The sign of true mastery.

Adamantium.

Most of that rare metal was used for relics, objects forged centuries or thousands of years ago that circulated very rarely. It was so rare that few ingots of the stuff ever appeared.

Yet due to a sudden discovery in Salazsar, Adamantium was back on the market and every famous [Smith] was buying it up. Whether they could forge it was a different matter. In fact, there were only two blocks of the stuff ready for the hammer in all of Izril.

One sat on that very anvil, a small block. The other? The other was in the possession of Maughin of Pallass, the famous [Armorer], and best smith in the city now that Pelt was gone. It was a challenge. A stepping stone to greatness.

I count at least one Named Adventurer famous for being a [Swordmaster], but the Iron Vanguard is arguing over it. The Seer of Steel or maybe one of their generals? And there are still several nobles from many nations who have a bidand Rhirand a dozen nations

Not the Seer of Steel. That giant uses a hammer. I couldnt make one out of this. Damn. Just outbid the others, already!

Pelt had this piece up for auction, and hed make a fortune on the commission when it got to him. In the meantime, though, he was unable to start working on it. In his pique, he took the Adamantium and tossed it across the forge.

Master!

Emessa and the other apprentices were horrified. Pelt snorted.

Its Adamantium. Stop looking horrified. If I could break it by tossing it, better it broke then!

To prove his point, he kicked it into a corner. Then he turned. The scrying orb was still shining at him and his glare made Emessa watch his hand warily; Pelt could throw his hammer with pinpoint accuracy.

However, Pelt stopped as he caught sight of another Gnoll chieftain talking. He tugged at his beard.

The Meeting of Tribes. Wait. Apprentice?

Yes, Master?

Did that sample arrive yet? The one you managed to get in secret?

Heads rose once more, and this time with more knowing. Emessa nodded eagerly.

I did, Master. Do you want to see it?

Sure.

Another part of smithing wascorporate espionage. And if you laughed, it was because you had never seen [Smiths] stealing each others techniques, metallurgical achievements, and so on.

Pelt normally didnt bother, since everyone tried to steal from him. Yet he had let Emessa purchase one new metal hed heard about. She brought him a wrapped bundle, and he weighed it in his palm without unwrapping it, critically.

So this is Demas Metal, eh? From the

Demas Metal tribe, Master.

Stupid name. They think theyve come up with a new alloy. WellDemas. Damned name. Feels lighter than steel. Balance isa bit off.

It was a dagger, but Pelt just lifted it, muttering, making an assessment by holding it. He was already angry.

Damned name.

Whats wrong with it, Master? Is it a metal thats existed before?

Demas Metal? No. Never heard of it!

Pelt snapped, and Emessa nodded, not sure why it annoyed him so. Nor was Pelt willing to explain. He just held the dagger, already pre-disposed to disliking it.

If this is some mithril alloy with cobalt or something like that instead of an actual discoveryhe was going to ruin that tribe. The Dwarf yanked the cloth off, took one look at the metal, and blinked.

the name of hairy hammers is?

His apprentices peeked up and saw him flipping the dagger. Running his fingers along it, sniffing it, even tasting it gingerly. It was a blue blade, set into a simple steel handle with a common guard. But the metal was a cloud-blue that shifted depending on the position of the moons. It was clearly magical, and Pelts look of pure ire instantly changed the moment he laid his eyes on it.

Master?

After ten minutes of scrutiny, Pelt looked up.

Orichalcum.

Just an alloy?

No. Orichalcums in it. Color-changing. Clearly magical. Did they say what this stuff does thats special?

His apprentices looked at each other. Never had one of them, even Emessa, heard Pelt ask what a metal did. She fumbled for her notes.

Itits apparently able to take liquid if you dip it. Maybe even magic.

Huh.

Pelt had to see it for himself. He dipped the dagger into the oil, stared at the second layer of liquid running down the blade. He flicked his hand and saw it spray out, practically a razor of liquid that turned into a miniature arc of fire. His apprentices ducked, but Pelt just stared at the Demas Metal dagger.

Its like a Liquidtouch Enchantment. But its not enchanted. Thats for the alloy. Cant tell what else is in here, but Id bet Emessa its gotyeah. It has to have some kind of sea-stone in it. Coral? Whats the strength and flexibility like? I can snap it

He began testing the dagger, flexing it with his bare fingers, which was a sign of how strong he actually was. Emessa just watched him.

She had to ask.

Master. You dont know what it is?

Pelt looked at her. He looked at the metal on his anvil. At his apprentices. The [Master Smith] blinked once. Then shook his head.

I dont. Its new to me.

A current of shock and excitement ran through the smithy at that. New metal? Pelt hadnt even pretended to know; nor would he. Yet Emessa was amazed.

Then this is the discovery of a lifetime!

If its not got any flaws, and if it can be madeit is. Not sure how that liquid effect works in battle. Dont know, dont care. Thats for adventurers. We could make a small profit if we sold it to rich idiots who want a mantle piece, though. Notheyd want to show it off. Good money. Whats in this?

He held it up, fascinated, now a puzzle-solver. It was actually fun, and Emessa saw him smile. But she was still at Pelt the Smith doesnt know what this is.

Master! Its extraordinary, then! Do you want to meet the Chieftain who made this metal? He apparently invented it!

Pelt glanced up. He looked at Emessa.

Whos that?

Mrell of Demas Metal.

Again there was that name. Pelt frowned.

Demas Metal. Its a stupid damn name, but this Gnolls got some talent if he made it. Demas. Demas. Why did he call it Demas? If he ever comes by Esthelm or Pallass, Ill think about it. But I dont need to beg to learn from him.

But its amazing, isnt it?

Pelt did not look like a man who had seen the advent of a new metal. He glanced up.

Its an achievement of a lifetime. Fine blade. Poor balance, but a fine discovery. Ill wager he could improve the compositionIm seeing flecks here

Master! Please! Give him some credit for inventing a new metal!

Emessa was dismayed. It wasnt like Pelt to be that stingy with praise. Pelt glanced at her, eyebrows raised. And then put the dagger down.

That Gnoll or whoever he is didnt invent a new metal. He rediscovered one. And for some reason, he named it strangely. Where did you say he learned from?

Uhhe was a wanderer, and he apparently roamed a lot of Izril. He ended up along the coast, I think. I dont know who he learned from, but people say he had a great master who helped him make the stuff.

Pelts hand slipped. He nearly cut his palm open. Slowly, his head rose.

Anyone say who the Master was?

Emessa was frowning. She was offended on Mrells behalf that Pelt was ignoring his abilities, but the Dwarf suddenly lookedvery interested.

No, Master. Let me check to see if anything I have says the name

Was it a Demastel? Demastel the [Smelter]?

Emessa scanned the parchment. She shook her head. But suddenly, Pelt was staring at the blade like he suddenly saw something. He knew something.

It has to be. Demas. Demhe probably did stay there. That idiot liked seafood. Unlike Taxus. It makes too much sense. AppEmessa! Wheres that master now?

The Drake was looking at Pelt, keenly. She was picking up too much from hints about Pelts past. She knew the name Taxus, of course. Youd have to have been living with your head in the sand to be a [Smith] and not know that name, even if it was beginning to be forgotten.

I think hes dead, Master. Chieftain Mrells never said

Pelts face became as bleak as could be. He sat down, abruptly.

Master Pelt? Do you want me to?

No. That would make sense too.

The Dwarf sat there, looking even older. He held the dagger up to the light and stared at it as his apprentices abandoned their workthose that could do it safely. He looked at the blade. Like a letter from home, and sharp as a razorit hit him in the heart.

Demastel was a [Smelter]. Knew more about perfecting alloys than anyone. Hes dead.

He might not be

Hes dead. He was dying twenty years ago. I dont know how that Gnoll found him, but Demastel isnt the kind ofwasnt the kind of Dwarf you could pull out of a stupor with a stupid magic flame and some kind words. His crime weighed so heavilyhes dead.

Yet he had taken an apprentice of sorts, just like Pelt. And the product was here. Emessa looked at Pelt; she had sent someone to run and get a hot meal and drinknon-alcoholicbut the Dwarf was just staring at the blade.

Could he have invented the metal? Is this Mrell taking credit?

Doubt it. Its new to me, so it was new to Demastel. I dont think he tried to improve his craft. Probably, the Gnoll learned a few tricks and came up with it. Rediscovered the metal and called it Demas. After Demastel.

It was the kind of thing a [Smith] would do in honor of another. Yet Pelt kept saying it like that.

But Master, if even you dont know what kind of metal it is, surely thats invention.

That means no one forged this metal before, Emessa.

Yes, Master. It sounds like it, doesnt it? If you dont know

The gentle logic from his Drake apprentice made Pelt laugh. He saw Emessa start, along with one of the other smiths bringing food over.

Ah. I see what you mean. Youre right. I dont know what this is. Never seen it before in my life. Its an alloy of some things, and I can probably figure out how to make it in a month or two. But I dont know it.

So?

So its been made before. If it was a metal like Naq-Alrama steel. If it was a metal made out of meteorites and Adamantium. If an [Archmage] helped discover it, and it came shooting out of legends, rare ores never seen under the light of the sunwhenever a [Smith] makes it, theyre geniuses and damned lucky and itll be a grand thing. But they always, always rediscovered it. Understand?

Pelt waved the blade at the apprentices. He turned, smelling a huge brisket, and found he had an appetite. He glared at the goats milk as Emessa followed him to his table.

Then who made all the metals? Surely not every?

Every. Single. One. If it was ever metal, even fusions of stone, it was made.

By who? Dragons?

Hah! You think theyre good at anything besides cooking things? Well, apparently a few were good once they shape-changed, or so the story goes. No, Emessa.

Pelt sighed as he sat down in his small office. He spread the meal out and stared at the dagger, then pushed it away.

No. The greatest smiths to ever walk this world made every metal conceivable. And you can laugh. You can think Im talking on forge-fumes. But I am not wrong. I could take this dagger, and if I went toI would be able to come back and tell you exactly what it does, how its made, and why its a piece of worthless metal because it was forged so poorly, and smelted with no understanding of it.

Pelt lifted the dagger. He looked at Emessa and the apprentice saw it in his gaze. The Dwarf turned away.

Dont ask me. Just know, apprentice. Youre young.

Im nearly twenty eight, Master.

Huh. Thentwo more decades. Three. Maybe four. Damn. You live shorter than Dwarves. How long until youre at least capable?

The Drakes heart sank as Pelt gave a rough count on his fingers. She was about to slink off before he began to rant, but the Dwarf looked up.

I might be dead, then. Probably.

Master.

She turned around, horrified. She knew Dwarves could live longer. But Pelt was just looking at her, distantly.

Yes. Itll take longer, even after I die. Make it twenty years if you arent alreadyfifty. At least ten. Work harder, then, since I wont be able to keep on after you. Then, someday, youll go on a trip. With your best pieces of workwhich youll toss into the sea afterwards, or sell because youll be ashamed. But youll go. Then you can tell the one you meet that you were my apprentice. I can already imagine how embarrassing itll be, but Ill be dead.

The brisket cooled in front of him, but the Dwarf and Drake were just looking at each other, her with wide eyes. And Pelt did smile then.

You will know everything Ive said is true, then. Look forwards to that, you untalented apprentice. And be worthy of that day.

Decades in the future. Emessa took a step back, because it was so fatalistic, so sad that she wished Kevin or that [Innkeeper] were here. At the same timethe Dwarf began to eat, munching on the food without another word. He wouldnt bring it up, probably because he was embarrassed.

Yet Emessa had never heard him say anything like that before. Not to any other [Smith]. Pelts apprentice looked at himthen fled. Pelt watched her go, then grunted at the dagger hed planted in the table.

You had a good apprentice, Demastel. You knew, didnt you? You found it

His hands trembled.

Redemption.

Legends of the old world. Of the last generation. Someday, they would forget every name. The old stars were already being eclipsed. Yet even the most famous names would one day fade.

That was truth. One day, someone would say King of Destruction, and even [Historians] would have to fetch a book to figure out what was meant.

Even those for whom time did not touch died. So, then, a thoughtful person might ask: what was the point? It was a question that had driven immortals to despair. Everyone had to come up with their own answer. Why do you live and work and struggle?

Or else that question would find them on their deathbeds, in their last moments. What a terrifying way to die.

Naturally, he had his answer. The Viscount paused a moment, to check his appearance in the mirror of one of the restrooms.

Restroom was, of course, such a poor term. Dressing room was still too un-posh. Boudoirwas generally only thought to apply to women, which was ridiculous, of course.

Rather than a mirror, the man stood in front of a vanity. Just to make sure he hadnt grown dishevelled from the journey or walking through the palace. He carefully adjusted his hair, his suit, the cuffs on his slightly dark skin. Almostgreyish. Although youd only notice that cast if you looked at him in the right light.

With the right eyes. One of his earrings was askew, so he fixed it with a tap of the finger. He was meticulous, but the impression was rather disinterested. As if to say, I am not doing this for me, but for you.

The effect was completely opposite the man next to him, who had also entered the semi-public space reserved for the nobility or those of sufficient rank. It wasnt guarded per se, but it was elite. He dressed himself with clear delight. Fashion was a choice that benefited everyone.

The wind was stronger these days, and an unseasonable cold patch had entered the air, heralding fall. Summer was over.

Thus, the man standing next to the Viscount had donned a beautiful purple-and-green scarf, a long piece that added to his usually vivid red clothing style.

He was combing his hair, and turned to nod as the first man finished his inspection.

Viscount Visophecin, if I may be so bold, you are an inspiration of class.

The Viscount of Ailendamus, a seldom-seen visitor at court, but a good friend of some members of the palace, including even the infamously touchy Duke Rhisveri, turned his head. He gave Baron Regalius a polite smile.

You, Baron Regalius, are more fittingly fashionable than I, I believe. You have enthusiasm towards the subject.

And you do not, Viscount?

The Baron looked Visophecin up and down. The man had a suit and high-necked collar that flew in the face of the doublet-and-ruff fashion of the present, but there was a kind of timeless elegance to his dark clothing, embellished with just the barest hint of lighter colors. Magical cloth, obviously; they called it sadun-prei patterning. Such that the effect in one color was to show you other colors as the cloth moved together; variations of shadow in this case.

Very nuanced, very stylish; the previous Viscount had apparently worn much the same style in the few paintings of him. Visophecin smiled thinly.

I do not find it tiring per se. Dignity must be maintained. Yet I envy your enthusiasm, Baron. Let us put it like that.

Of course, my lord.

Regalius nodded and went back to his own mirror as Visophecin left the dressing rooms. He hadnt lied; truth was easy. Yet he had to admit, it was rare for him to conduct a self-inspection in the middle of his day. He began walking through the palace once more. It just went to show he cared about tiny things. When you went about important errands, you left nothing to chance, even as minor as dress.

After all, if you heard a whisper at your shoulder in your darkest hour and turned to see someone like Visophecin standing there, he had better look the part. His shoes had a high cuff around themno boots like any military commander woreand clicked as he walked through Ailendamus palace.

StillVisophecin did not stride along. His walk was not, to look at him, the fast, speedy pace you expected. In fact, Baron Regalius passed him, having finished his ablutions shortly thereafter. Visophecin did not exactly amble, but he walked with an unhurried pace such that you lost sight of him in the crowd. And when you turned your head?

He was gone.

It was not a good day in Ailendamus for King Itorin II. He woke up to ships burning.

Dozens of them. Their charred carcasses sunk to the ocean floorthen lodged, potential hazards as they drew closer to shore. Theyd done their best to flee. If he could, a second armada of Ailendamus and Taimaguros ships could have joined them. But even with countless miles on their side, they were far too slow, and the [Admiral] couldnt speed them north along the coast fast enough.

Faced with that choice, the [Admiral] had made a desperate stand. After losing half his fleet in two hours without even being able to break the enemy vessels magical shields, hed changed strategies.

Ship after ship had grounded themselves onto the shoreline, some exploding as magical artillery blew wood and metal to bits. It was a suicidal move for the vessels; some would never return to sea, not with their keels smashed against the shore from the speed they ran aground. But it did mean thousands of [Sailors] and crew had disembarked. They were climbing to higher ground, but The Pride of the Wellfar was sailing in

It was not the end of the world, as the diplomats and courtiers hastened to assure everyone. But you couldnt hide that it was a blow.

And one Ailendamus need not have taken at all. King Itorin II himself spoke with a member of the Five Families that morning, before breakfast. Nothing else would do; the Five Families were a touchy lot and escalation was not to be desired.

Your Majesty. House Veltras is the only member of the Five Families to declare war. Wellfar, Terland, and El stand with them, but we have not declared war.

The Pride of the Wellfars deployment would then count as assistance?

King Itorin spoke with Ulva Terland. He could not help but inject the note of skepticism in his voice. His lead [Diplomat], who listened in on the calls, winced, but Itorin II was in no mood to sugarcoat anything.

I quite understand how it must look. But I must remind Your Exalted Majesty that the Five Families render aid to one another whenever another House asks.

Your Exalted Majesty was flattering. The womans tonewas not. Itorin was aware she was famously reclusive and paranoid, but she did not sound meek. Nor did he buy the line about the happy cooperation between the Five Families. Sowhy, then?

We must regard this act of war with all due hostility, Lady Terland. I would not wish to make war on Izrils north.

Itorin remarked calmly. He scratched at his trimmed beard, imagining, calculating the cost of an offensive. They would have to win the sea, then invade; great kingdoms had failed. Yet it could be done. It was a frank warning and Ulva Terland

The Five Families are content to let House Veltras wage its battles alone, save for the aid we have given them, Your Majesty of Ailendamus. That may change, and I am gratified you have taken this moment to talk with House Terland. Your answer, I hope, will not aggravate this delicate situation.

King Itorin had, among other things, a personal team who trimmed stray hairs, applied light makeup, checked his physical condition, and so on. They all stopped and withdrew instantly as Itorin lifted a hand and his [Diplomat] paled. King Itorin himself had to sit up slightly.

That is a bold statement to make, Lady Ulva.

Her voice lost any pretense of honey. It was not quite a snap, but now the edge was out.

It is no less than the accusations levelled against Ailendamus. I ask you, on behalf of House Terland and the other Five Families who will hear your reply. Is Sammial Veltras in Ailendamus custody?

That name again. Itorins fingers were doing a desperate tap-dance on the table. His [Diplomat] closed her eyes. And once again, it all went back to

I do not believe I understand the question, Lady Ulva.

Itorin replied after a moment of desperate thinking, because truth spells and Skills worked many ways. Unfortunately, what you learned was that Skills and magic were all very well, but an incisive mind was more dangerous still.

Your reply is my answer, Your Majesty. House Veltras lacked for proof, but we stand together in such matters. Is Sammial Veltras in your care?

Itorin was silent. And of coursethat was an answer. So Ulva Terland went on.

The Five Families shall stay out of this war, King Itorin, upon one condition.

Condition and answer. Terlands loved their logic-gated theories and ways of making contracts and alliances. It was an absolute with them, so Itorin listened.

Is Sammial Veltras alive and unharmed?

The [Diplomat] had three answers prepared. Itorin II took the one circled, underlined, and marked with exclamation marks.

Yes. I can personally assure you of that, Ulva Terland.

Then, King Itorin, we will abide. You may view this as House Veltras war. However, I shall ask again.

She did not immediately end the call, of course. They exchanged a few more lines, and King Itorin II dropped the speaking stone. Then he uttered a quiet oath and leaned his full weight onto his chin and thumbs. After a second, he opened his eyes and turned.

Something sumptuous for breakfast. Add a pudding option for dessert. Lemon.

There were many things he had to do. But the one thing he had control ofwas lemon pudding. King Itorin II looked forwards to it as one servant raced off to amend the breakfast already waiting for him. Burning ships, Rhisveris damned problems, and no one had invited him to the Arbitration Council and somehow Ailendamus was not finding a way onto it, despite all the pressure they were trying to put on other groups.

It was one of those days. Think of the pudding.

King Itorin II stared at a light, yellow piece of custard, topped with a darker rind. Of course, you couldnt have just pudding if it was fancy. It had delicate sprinkles of what might be some kind of candy-alchemical treat. Someone had added a perfectly cut flower on topmade of a strawberry.

He carefully flicked the flower off and was sure it would never reappear again. The [King] had a small spoon and removed a piece near the side. He took a bite.

Pudding. What a delicious thing. And someone had injected a bit of bitter along the top. But the sweetnessthat was a wondrous thing.

Is all well, dear?

Oiena looked at Itorin II. He had been silent this morning after his call, and the [Queen] of Ailendamus knew very well that if he ordered pudding, he was expecting a difficult day.

And it was an interesting thing, because if Itorin II so much as said so, he could have a bath of pudding. He could fill an entire hallway with pudding, and drown his enemies in a vat of the stuff, which was a waste, but very stylistic.

He never did. In fact, Itorin II only ate pudding once in a blue moon, or in times like this. Which mystified anyone who didnt understand what it meant to be a [King] who could send for armies with a single word.

Oiena understood. Their childrenat least, the two sitting at the table, Prince Ivenius and his younger sister, Princess Oescadid not. Itorin II had been born a [Prince] of the realm and he had learned the lessons they would. Ohhow would he teach them this?

They had lessons in riding, etiquette, swordplay, magic, politics, geography, mathematics, reasoning, history, military strategy, and every subject a ruler might need to knowwhich was almost anything. But how to explain this?

In the past, Itorin II had not loved pudding. A young man or boy had different tastes. He had trended towards a favorite food, which was Stelbore pork. An odd thing, but it was something about the tough boars equally tough meat that he just loved to sink his teeth into. Then, it had been a kind of half-Elven pastry called heidas bread that used very magical, natural ingredients. Amazingly good.

Stelbore pork, heidas bread, glowberries, a kind of fondue with six cheeses, various substances and drinksany of the above were now never served to Itorin II. He had ruined each one for himself, possibly forever. When you could have your favorite meal every day you wanted, any time you wanted, it quickly stopped being your favorite.

To love something, you couldnt have it. Hence the rule about eating it. In fact, the knowledge that King Itorin II liked pudding was close to a royal secret. The [Chef] was sworn to silence, in order to prevent people wishing to play to his interests from serving it to excess.

That was how you kept something specialspecial. King Itorin II suspected his advisors would be following the battle with the remnants of the fleet on land and speculating on how dangerous the Five Families might be if they went on the attack. Theyd rightly want him to cede Sammial Veltras to the wrathful Tyrion to prevent his entry into the war, and order the Duke to cease his actions. And hed have to deal with that because Rhisveri was a Wyrm, not a mere Duke, and no one commanded him.

Things a [King] could and could not do. He was happy, at least, to listen to his children, who had seemed far more energetic of late.

Father. May we be excused from our morning lessons?

Why?

Oesca hesitated and her mother sighed. Exasperated. Itorin II suspected theyd gone to her first, but Ivenius explained.

The Wind Runner is showing everyone tricking.

Tricking? Tricking people?

No

Its a ridiculous [Tumbler]s trick and you two will not disgrace yourselves in public.

What about in private? Father, may we summon her to show us?

King Itorin II stared at his half of a pudding. Careful now. You didnt want to rush such things. He frowned.

The Wind Runner. That young woman whod pulled the stunt on the roof and could fly about like a high-level [Mage]. Rhisveri hated her and wouldnt say why.

Hmm.

Dear!

Queen Oiena had been Itorins wife for a long time, and was as much Ailendamus daughter as her home countrysTaimaguros, another great power and Ailendamus strongest ally. She was canny, quite liked not having to manage the realm but only the pocket she chose to occupy herself witha lot of it politics from home which she could influence with her husbands blessingand she did not hesitate to surround herself with what she loved. Although she understood the same lesson Itorin II knew about excess.

However, Oiena was also aware there was somethingoddabout Itorins uncle, the only high-ranking member of court who was both genius and aggravating and got away with things. Slights, actions that no one else could. She was not blind. The Wind Runner was part of Rhisveris schemes and, therefore, she didnt want her son or daughter fraternizing with the Courier.

Itorin II, reverse-sculpting the pudding piece by piece, completely missed all of that in the look she shot him. He murmured.

Why not? Is she very entertaining, this Wind Runner? I thought you would have gotten tired of flying. Didnt we send for a [Mage] capable of casting [Fly]?

Yes, Father, but she uses the wind. Its different!

Really?

Yes. She knows all kinds of fun things. She can ask the wind to do whatever she wants, and she saved Sammial Veltras life. Would you like my pudding, Father?

Oesca carefully offered him her dish. Of course, the servants hastened to offer as much pudding as Itorin wanted, which was the problemhe waved away the bribes and looked at Oesca. Suddenly, Itorin was worried again.

Sammial Veltras? What do you mean by that?

Oesca gave her father a blank look.

Sammial Veltras? I see him in the palace, Father. He eats luncheon with us. Sometimes.

He has an aura. I thought I had to be sixteen before I started my aura training!

Ivenius was on his second pudding. Itorin II bit his lip.

He just walks around the palace?

I think he escapes. He says hes a prisoner. Father, are we keeping him prisoner?

King Itorin II saw the way Oesca looked at him, with that too-careful look of someone who understood when things happened. He looked at Oiena, who frowned, but had probably taught their daughter about acceptable actions like that. Taimagurosdid not play nice. Itorin II felt a headache coming on. So he turned.

Headache tonic. And a second helping of pudding. Make it something bitter.

Then he amended his plans.

The Wind Runner of Reizmelt stood, her dark hair whipping around her despite the ponytail as the wind blew in a way it should never have: in a circular motion, a miniature tornado, and she stood in the center of it. Her audience watched as she put one bare foot down, callused, but wrapped in a bit of linen, then leapt upwards.

She rotated her body, spinning, and children pointed and shouted in awe. It was a good trick. She performed a complete rotation, then another, defying gravity, before landing in a spinning move that carried one foot around in a circle.

Wind plus athleticism. King Itorin II had seen better. But he understood why the Wind Runner was famous. She was a striking figure and had the power of wind on her side, but he didnt see why the children loved her, aside from the wind, which was quite good. Her letting them fly about was a lure, but why this?

There were [Acrobats] who could leap twenty feet up or balance on one finger, or do such tricks with objects in the air that you were left breathlessand those were the ones without magic. Illusions could make anything real, and Oesca and Ivenius had seen both. So why the fascination?

Alright. Who wants to try that? Or just that cartwheel? Not here! A mat, something soft

The Wind Runner was a surprisingly anxious person as children surged forwards to show her the results of their practice. Somehow shed requisitioned a mattress and let a boy who might be a [Servant] climb onto it. Then Itorin figured it out. He saw the grinning boy test the mattress, ask Ryoka Griffin if it would be easier on the ground, and then, despite the added difficulty, do a standing backflip.

He nearly missed the landing and stumbled, but Ryoka caught him and he was cheered by the other children.

You can do that without a Skill?

He hadnt used one and Itorin twisted one of his rings and saw no [Tumbler] class. Itorin saw Ryoka turn to another girl. A [Squire].

Courier Griffin! I can do a cartwheel! All the instructors and the older [Squires] can even do it. Look!

She broke into a running start, then did a perfect cartwheel across the ground six times. Ryoka and Itorin stared.

There was a lot of natural talent in Ailendamus, and the best were put into places where their natural talents shone even brighter. Someone with outstanding physical abilities was a natural candidate to become a [Knight] or superior class, so it wasnt surprising they had that kind of coordination.

Even so. Itorin understood why his daughter and son were bouncing and looking at him to request a private lesson. And why Oiena didnt want them to.

Where is Scholar Jsse? Summon her.

Itorin II went back to watching as a servant and bodyguard rushed off. Ah, this made sense. These tricks, from handstands to cartwheels to flips and the fascinating aerial tricks, were all things you could do without Skills. It was something that, in theory, any person in the world could do.

Fascinating. Itorin II had assumed Ryoka Griffin was some kind of Courier-[Thief]. Rhisveri had explained a bit of why he was so obsessed. But thisItorin II kept twisting his ring and frowning.

Scholar Jsse was with him in less than five minutes. You didnt keep the King of Ailendamus waiting, after all.

Your Majesty? You have a question for me?

She was part of the intelligence of Ailendamus. Not the spymaster intelligence, but the literal intellect cultivated here. Another of Rhisveris initiatives. He wanted [Sages]; thus far they had [Scholars], [Historians], [Librarians], [Teachers], [Philosophers], and those were just the ones who were specialized, unlike say, a [Mage].

She was a bit absent-minded with her address and manners, but she had royal dispensation to be that way, and Itorin regarded her as his go-to expert on a lot of matters.

Scholar Jsse. What would be thedanger of allowing the [Prince] and [Princess] to learn this tumbling? These acrobatic tricks? If they gained a class, what would it be?

The [Scholar] instantly turned to regard Ryoka Griffin as Oesca and Ivenius looked up excitedly. She frowned at Ryoka, and poked two fingers into her eyes.

That wasnt intentional. She kept forgetting theyd corrected her near-sightedness and that she no longer wore glasses.

Interesting. It looks like tumbling, but it might be more utilitarian. This is the Courier who races about and jumps over all the hedges, isnt she? They were placing bets on her this morning.

She does what?

The hedge maze. She runs all over the gardens, Your Majesty. Sometimes with theThirsting Veil [Knights], I believe. And others. She has an amazing ability to navigate obstacles. I think theres a request to incorporate that kind of movement into our training regimes. We need to hire a Courier or [Acrobat], and it would be for irregulars

She broke off outlining the experimentation. Itorin II was sure theyd look into it, hire experts, consult them and develop a training plan, and then field-test the [Knights] or whatever group who learned it and see how practical it was in field operations. He couldnt imagine how useful it would be in battlefields, but maybe theyd put it into training [Guards]? Urban-city chases had a lot of that.

If it worked, hed probably see a plan to add it to general training in two years time. That was Ailendamus for you. Rhisveri and some of hispeople had set up this system and Itorin II appreciated that.

Just not kidnapping children of foreign powers, thank you. He stared at his ring, at Ryoka, pulled it off, and handed it to one of his [Mage] bodyguards.

Fetch me another Ring of Appraisal and have this one tested.

Jsse had her analysis done within two minutes.

Your Majesty. I believe the classes most likely to be obtained if Their Highnesses will it would be [Tumbler], [Performer], [Martial Artist], [Lightfoot], [Trickster]that one would be a low chance, but I am throwing it in there as a possibilityand [Dancer]. Of the lot, I would say that [Tumbler], [Martial Artist], and [Lightfoot] are undesirable. The other three are actually beneficial if Their Highnesses reach Level 10.

Even [Trickster]?

Itorin II saw shed done a little diagram. Jsse held it up. Oesca and Ivenius were listening keenly.

Yes, your Majesty. Youd have to, um, consult with their full plan, as it would change things. But a [Trickster Prince] is an established class. I can pull up nearly two dozen records; its quite versatile. [Dancer] and [Performer] combine with standard royal classes with no notable consolidation unless it overpowers the main class, so theres little issue by Level 20 and if they are talented in either regard, that is quite a good option too. [Tumbler], [Martial Artist], and [Lightfoot] are simply harder to combine.

Whats [Lightfoot]?

There were classes that Itorin had never heard of, many cultural or dependent on the society in which they existed. Jsse knew all of them.

Criminal-class. Well, not criminal, but it often combines into that. A child-age class, mainly. It can be combined, but I dont believe a [Prince of Rogues] or a [Princess of the Streets] is desirable.

Most certainly not.

Father, we wont take those three classes. But may we learn the other classes? I could become a [Performer]! Or a [Dancer]! Mother wants me to become a [Dancer] anyways!

Oesca begged. Itorin considered it.

I will allow it. Prepare a room for training, and if you do gain a class, you must reach Level 10, agreed?

Yes!

Ivenius and Oesca danced about happily. Which was fine. Oiena had thrown ten kinds of fits when their first son was found playing with servants. Itorin had been forced to explain thats how hed grown up and that Ailendamus allowed fraternization and indeed, displays of overt emotion. That was what he agreed with too. Rhisveri hadnt put that into place, obviously. He had all the empathy and child-rearing ability of a sock. With needles in it.

That was the initiative of Lady Paterghost, apersonality. One of Rhisveris lot, but who had sought out Itorin personally a few times. Unlike the others, she actually mingled with Itorins people now and then, and not merely as a military force like Gilaw, but a kind of advisor to very few.

She had told Itorin stories about how badly it went with monarchs not letting children be children, or forcing them to do things that cropped up later in life as odd fetishes, personality quirks, or terrible deeds. And she would know; shed seen countless generations of monarchs.

Very well. Have it arranged. Inform Her Majesty that I believe it is harmless.

Hed hear from Oiena about it later, but Oesca and Ivenius hugging him and their looks of delight as they ran over to the Wind Runner were worth it. Itorin II saw Jsse peering at Ryoka and frowning.

Something wrong, Scholar Jsse?

The woman was fumbling with her earring.

I thinkeither my enchantment is not working on only heror she has a magical safeguard. Or Skill? But it would register that.

Itorin II glanced over, interested.

Are you referring to your appraisal earring?

Yes, Your Majesty.

I thought my ring had failed as well. Does she lack a class?

The two looked at each other and one of the [Royal Bodyguards] stirred. Itorin turned.

Bodswen. Can you?

One of his elite guard was already casting the [Appraisal] spell. She took one look at Ryoka Griffin and shook her head.

No class.

Really? How extraordinary! Ive heard there are a few people like that, but I have never met one!

Jsse whirled, eyes lighting up. Itorin II blinked. He saw the wind lifting a girl into the air with a little cloth parachute, and his eyes swiveled to Jsse.

How is she controlling the wind?

Magic.

But if she has no classes

Jsse was frowning at Ryoka.

She can learn magic without. Its well-documented. In the few case-studies there are. I think she can even learn an aura, which is what this might be. Its such an interesting choice. We had an initiative to have a thousand children live without levels to study the effects on a wide scale, but it was turned down; it was a waste of resources, the children would have to agree, and so on

Is there a benefit?

Some. I would have to look this up, Your Majesty. [Summon Book]. Ah, heres one of the tomes. A Life Without Levelsbut its an autobiography. Alas.

Jsses hand suddenly held a book. Itorin II saw her leafing through it, murmuring. Some people had the most useless Skillsexcept if you loved to read.

And still, he was more and more fascinated by the Wind Runner. Enough so that when the Courier looked up and saw Oesca and Ivenius standing there, Itorin II of Ailendamus approached.

Your Majesty. I hope Im not disturbing the peace? Forgive me, I didnt realize you were here.

She looked warily at his bodyguards as four of the Thirsting Veil [Knights] dropped their invisibility spells to briefly salute him, before returning to guard duty. Itorin II hated that; hed forgotten they were attached to her.

Heart attacks, every time.

Courier Griffin. You need not stand on formality with us. Nor have we been disturbed. Rather, we thank you for your entertainment.

Itorin spoke for the benefit of his bodyguard, since Ryoka had not actually knelt. She tilted her head, recognizing the royal we that Itorin applied while in public.

I am grateful, Your Majesty. Did Iunderstand your children, I mean, Their Highnesses want to learn how to do a backflip? Icould teach them.

Her voice revealed how odd she thought that was. Itorin smiled.

Is it so unnatural that a monarch might wish to learn an interestingtrick, Courier Griffin? We have requested tutors in other subjects, from chess to even the new sport of football. Whatever invokes a passion in our children is to be pursued. All things have value.

It felt a bit pretentious saying it like that, and Itorin regretted the public setting that required him to speak like this. Ryoka Griffin nodded, slowly. She lookedwell, interested.

I havent heard many monarchs saying thatnot that I know many monarchs, er, Your Majesty. Ive never met any. Erone, but not in the same contexttechnically two

She began to turn red, and Itorin II smiled a bland courtiers smile. Inwardly, he was surprised. He knew she was a new Courier, but meeting monarchs face-to-face? Still rare.

Fascinating. You have a charmed life, as we have observed. We understand our royal uncle, the Duke, has hisquarrels with you. However, we are pleased by your actions. They enliven the times we live in, although our guard may object to any more dramatic actions.

He nodded at Bodswen, who had nearly shot Ryoka when she appeared on the tower. Ryoka nodded, still flushing.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Father. May we go and try to learn the tricks? And be excused from our lessons?

Itorin sighed.

Very well, Oesca. You shall be excused.

He was moving off when one of the many people waiting caught his eye. Itorin II grimaced, and beckoned forwards someone who had watched from the crowd around him this entire time. Never interrupted, only waited to see if he was called on. Now, the [Mage] came forwards with a scrying orb.

Report.

The [Court Mage] ducked his head, looking apprehensive.

Your Majesty, Wistram has declined to add your royal personage to the Arbitration Council as they meet today. They claim the event is organized by a Feshi and the Meeting of Tribes at large.

We see.

Itorins voice was frosty. Also, his feelings were hurt. Queen Geilouna and Pheislants [King] had both been on the scrying orb. But Ailendamus couldnt get an invitation while the Bedtime Queen was the darling of everyone watching.

Itorin II had to admit, the allure of being on a scrying orb called to him and this was a point of annoyance. Ailendamus had had its time in the sun, but being part of that group? His diplomats worried about how he might appear, but Itorin II wanted it, and it was a rare selfish desire.

Ryoka glanced up as the scrying orb changed. Itorin peered down at it and recoiled.

What is that?

He pointed at a giant bug, riding on a camel of all things. Oesca and Ivenius heads snapped around along with all those in eyesight at the television. The [Court Mage] grimaced.

The documentary has just aired its third segment. Ksmvr of Chandrar, I believe.

Ksmvr of?

Itorin vaguely recalled some stir in his [Strategists] and [Generals] about the Antinium, but it wasnt a threat and only tangentially related to Ailendamus activities.

I know him! Father, the third part is out? Oesca, we have to watch with the others tonight!

The [Princess] was nodding eagerly. Itorin II eyed them, and was about to ask just what this documentary was about when he heard a sound. It sounded like eep.

He turned his head and saw Ryoka Griffin about to be bisected, vivisected, and otherwise stabbed by no less than eight different blades lying across her neck, thrust to her chest, back, and sides from his bodyguard and the Thirsting Veil Knights. She had moved too close to him and if she sneezed, shed turn into jelly.

Release her.

Itorin ordered at once, mindful of Rhisveris unpredictable wrath. The swords withdrew, but two hands yanked Ryoka back.

Apologies, Your Majesty.

Im sorrycan I see that?

Ryoka struggled as one of the bodyguards blocked her. Oesca glared at Bodswen, but knew the woman would not relent for anything if she thought there was a hint of danger. Itorin II glanced at Bodswen.

The Wind Runner is a guest, unhand her. You are interested in this?

He waved forwards the [Court Mage]. Ryoka made a choking sound as it grew larger and she saw the Antinium balancing a cat on his head.

Ksmvr? Thats Ksmvr! You said hes there? In Chandrar?

She demanded, looking wildly at the [Court Mage]. The man backed up, glanced at Itorin, and replied succinctly.

Yes, er, Miss Courier. This is the third part of a documentary by one Rmi Canada, I believe. He has been in Chandrar, in the company of the former Empress of Beasts.

Thwhwhat about the other Horns of Hammerad?

Ryoka demanded. Itorins ears perked up. Who?

Let me see. Gold-rank team. Part of the, um, raid on the Village of the Dead. Failed. [Transcribe Knowledge]. Oh, damn, Im going to have to wait till tomorrow to get that reporthere, Your Majesty.

Scholar Jsse handed him a huge pamphlet about all the information in her prodigious mind about them. Itorin flipped through it with half an eye, but he was watching Ryoka.

Theyre alive? Youre sure?

Pisces Jealnet, Yvlon Byres, and Ksmvr the Antinium are all accounted for. One escaped the captivity of Roshal, one is in the custody of Nerrhavias Fallen, and the last is roaming Tiqr, at present.

Roshal?

Itorin II didnt need to stay here. At a word he could make Ryoka go with Oesca and Ivenius, or he could just walk off and attend to the many people waiting for him. But he was tickled with interest.

You know this Antinium, Courier Griffin?

Her head rose.

Itheyre my friends. I know their team. I was there whenthey entered the Village of the Dead. I thought they died. Notheyre alive.

The Prince, Princess, and every other person looked at Ryoka. Itorin II just blinked at her. Now there was too many coincidences. First, she had a connection to Sammial Veltras and that unpleasant connection this morning. Next, to Ksmvr of Chandrar. His lips quirked with irony. He gestured to the [Court Mage] and the Arbitration Council came on.

Fetohep, Eldavin, a Gnoll he didnt recognize, two more he saw were labeled Chieftain Xherw and Chieftain Torishi, Queen Yisame, Tulm the Mithril

It was a different Arbitration Council this time. More, Itorin suspected, for the fun of being part of this discussion, the prestige of it. No Chaldion, and the Seer of Steel, Foliana, Perorn, the Minotaur King, and a number of others had declined to attend. Their seats were being filled by other personalities of note.

Not him, he noted with a sour feeling. But he was happy that the King of Pheislant had not been re-invited. Possibly because of his incredible pass at Perorn and Queen Geilouna which had resulted in two rejections. Itorin had laughed about it all night long.

In fact, not even the Bedtime Queen was present. Fetohep was remarking upon it.

I believed Desonis requested reattendance. Is Her Majesty well?

A smiling [Earl] stood there. Itorin did recognize Altestiel, the [Earl of the Rains]. He nodded politely to Fetohep.

Your Eternal Majesty, I regret to inform you all that Queen Geilouna isstill asleep. I believe attempts are being made to rouse her, and she will join the council. By lunchtime at the latest. Most likely.

Itorin heard a giggle from his daughter, who rather liked Geilouna. Itorin II couldnt help but smile. He wanted to be there! To have some pithy remark! He looked at Ryoka.

You would not happen to know anyone on this Council, would you? We have requested thehonor of joining, but it seems Ailendamus is not well-known among the Gnolls.

Pressure them. He frowned at the [Court Mage], who had been bombarding Feshi with [Messages] all day and night. Itorin was smiling ruefully at his jest when he saw Ryokas face.

Shehad the most twitchy smile he had ever seen in his life. Itorin stopped and Jsse nearly stabbed herself in an eye again as she regarded Ryoka.

Ryoka Griffin looked at Eldavin, Krshia Silverfang, Drassi, who had been able to get on the council, and Altestiel, and gave Itorin a smile trying to edge off her face.

Not at all, Your Majesty

It was such a bad lie that even Bodswen raised her eyebrows under her helmet. Oescas mouth opened with delight, and Itorin blinked at Ryoka.

Youknow some of the individuals on this council?

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No? I mean, not at all! How could I? I know one or two. Just in my job as a Courier! Its not like I know them personallyits a coincidence. What are they? Why is KrI dont know them well. Or some of the rulers at all!

Which ones do you know?

Prince Ivenius was looking at Ryoka with the awe he didnt accord to Ailendamus [Generals] or great [Knights]. Ryokas lips moved.

Well, obviously not him.

She pointed at Fetohep. Then checked his name. Wait. Hadnt he sent her a letter?

Itorin II slowly raised his eyebrows. He had, in his possession, among utility items like his Ring of Appraisal and protective rings, a truth-telling enchantment. Ryokas lie hovered over her head.

You know Fetohep of Khelt. How many others?

Not that many

Another huge lie. She knew at least half the Arbitration Council members on screen somehow! Five! It came out as Oesca and Ivenius pestered her. The Wind Runner tried to back up and stuttered.

Do you know Grand Magus Eldavin? What about that Gnoll? That Gnoll? Do you know Drassi?

Not reallyI uhnwell, I

It was the most amazing display of lies and half-truths flickering over Itorins vision hed ever seen. Jsse was making notes, and handed him a quick list. Oesca looked up and begged for it. Itorin II was feeling better, so he gave his daughter the list. She read it.

You know Grand Magus Eldavin, Fetohep of Khelt, Krshia Silverfang, Drassi, and the Earl of the Rains!?

The power of [Scholars]. Wellthe power of anyone who could take notes and tell when Ryoka was lying and make a short list.

Ryoka turned pale, red, and then looked in silence at Itorin and his children, who were all staring at her with a mixture of amusement and fascination. She opened her mouth, realized there was nothing she could say that wouldnt reveal her, and tried to run for it.

Two Thirsting Veil Knights checked her into the ground. Ryoka lay there, staring dazedly up at the sky. Itorin II blinked down at Ryoka Griffin.

It was a quintessential Wind Runner experience. He began to see why Oesca and Ivenius were such big fans of hers.

Ryoka Griffin was interesting. So interesting that Itorin II lingered outside the room where she was distractedly teaching Oesca how to do a handstand and Ivenius how to do a backflip while watching a replay of Ksmvr of Chandrars first documentary. He held court, answering questions, consulting with advisors

Thinking.

Now Rhisveris fascination made more sense. Somehow, this Courier had met people across the world despite being so young. She looked and acted young. She grew flustered, she made mistakesand he rather empathized with that and found her likeable.

But then she surprised him twice when he asked if she could somehow leverage her connections to get him a place on the Arbitration Council.

Idont know this Feshi.

But you do know various members of the Council. If you said something

Ryoka Griffin looked at Itorin. Her eyes flickered to the bodyguards, and back at the children; and Oesca, who was trying to figure out how you backflipped in a dress.

I dont believe I should talk toany members of the council, Your Majesty. Or rather, even if I thought I could ask them, Im not an ally of Ailendamus right now. I am aguest of Duke Rhisveri.

Itorin stopped. He had almost forgotten that. The King regarded Ryoka gravely.

Ah, yes. And House Veltras is involved with that issue. Sammial VeltrasBodswen, is the young [Lord] around here?

In his rooms, Your Majesty.

Has he escaped?

The [Royal Bodyguard] grimaced.

Three times, I believe. Ive personally made sure he will not again. He istroublesome, I understand. He has an aura.

Has the Duke made any arrangements around him?

No, Your Majesty.

Itorin II thought. It was just like Rhisveri. He saw Ryoka watching him and smiled.

Then, summon him here and give him a freer reign of the palace. Thisconflict with the Five Families only involves him incidentally.

Ryoka started. She looked at Itorin. The man gazed at her and wondered how much Rhisveri had told her. Nothing important, surely. Then againthe Wind Runner had once driven him into a rage by juggling some colorful stones for some reason and hed been told Rhisveri had stormed into the Court of Masks when she wandered in there.

But she didnt know. That was inconceivable. Itorin II thought that, of the non-immortals, less than fifty people in all of Ailendamus knew, and all of them stood at the height of the kingdom. And of those who knew everything, it was just him.

And yet. Ryoka Griffin looked at him. Itorin hesitated and made an off-hand comment.

Unless you think my uncle would object? I do stay out of his business unless it affects the realm. He is a touchy soul.

She hesitated. The Wind Runner looked at Itorin, and spoke, slowly.

I dont think he even noticed Sammial. He was only focused on me. Hesa strange man. Very possessive. Very arrogant. If I may say so, Your Majesty. Id bet a Dragon would be more friendly.

Itorin nearly jumped. Bodswen casually glanced over at Ryoka, and then her [King], and seemed to decide badmouthing the Duke was a-okay, especially since Itorin was talking with the Courier. She went back to watching Oesca try to do a handstand as her minders told her she could not because she was wearing a dress.

Then I do not want a dress! Why can I not wear pants? Ivenius is! So is the Wind Runner!

Oesca began to pitch a fit, one that Itorin was never going to jump into. Oiena had views on proper attire.

Your Highness, well spell the dress. Just give us ten minutes

The [Princess] glowered. Itorin couldnt focus on her, though, because he was staring at Ryoka. Had she just implied what he thought she had? No. There was no way Rhisveri would take a thief, a foreign Courier, into his confidence. Unless shed found out? But arrogant as he was, hed never accidentally reveal anything and let her live.

Itorin slowly focused on something that was hovering around Ryokas wrist. A magical band of jade. A high-class restraining object. And Ryoka was juststaring at him.

Suddenly, Itorin had a thought. He glanced at Ryoka.

YouI believe this is somewhat intrusive, but may I ask if you lack levels altogether, Miss Griffin? I did notice.

She jumped. Ryoka opened her mouth, and mindful of his truth spells, replied slowly.

Idont have them.

Really. Thats exceptionally rare.

Not too rare, surely? There arepeople who dont need levels. I do without, but you dont need levels to cast magic. Im sure Your Majesty has seen examples of that?

Itorin nodded slowly.

From time to time, one does meet individuals of exceptional ability. I have been privileged to meet the greatest spellcasters and minds in Ailendamus. You have met the Duke Rhisveri, my uncle, who is temperamental, but gifted.

Yes. Very gifted. Ive also met other people in your kingdom, Your Majesty. Only a few, but they were quite striking.

Ah. LikeBaron Regalius? A fine man. I heard he had made your acquaintance.

Ryoka smiled thinly.

Yes, but he wasnt who I met. Are you aware of a Fithea, a, um, Gilaw, Sophridel? Menorkel? I met them all. Especially Gilaw. And, uha Lady Paterghost and

Nube.

Itorin breathed. He stared at Ryoka. She knew. There was no way she mentioned all of them at randomnot unless Rhisveri was somehow showing her around his association and she had no idea. But her comments. Her own powers and the reason why she wasnt a pool of steaming acid already?

They are all outstanding individuals. Ailendamus was founded on such talent and we do not lack for it. You have seen our flag, our heraldry?

Ohthe Hydra?

That was their national animal. Itorin nodded, heart thundering as Bodswen turned and grimaced. A foreign aura assailed Itorins own force of will and bounced off, but it was amazing in such a small boy. Ryoka smiled, hearing a familiar loud voice.

I think its quite suitable. The Duke reminds me of a Hydra, actually. Although he only has one head.

Indeed.

Itorin managed. He looked at Ryoka Griffin and put it all together. Of course. How was he so blind?

She knew everyone. She was able to command the wind, but she had no classes and levels. She somehow had Rhisveris tolerance despite being a thief

Youare you Rhisveris guest, or a thief? Perhaps you have relatives in Ailendamus, or this is part of negotiations?

This time it was Ryokas turn to look surprised. Itorins stomach lurched. But he did recall individuals joining Ailendamus, or entire groups. His father had told him of the day Viscount Visophecin had appearedyet the Wind Runners eyes widened, and she smiled. She even chuckled.

OhYour Majesty. I think youve misunderstood one thing.

Ah. And that would be?

Im notrelated to Rhisveri or any of the others. Im just me. Human Ryoka. I dont have classes becauseI didnt want any. Ive been very lucky to survive this far. But Im afraid that doesnt make meimmortal.

Truth. It shone clear in his magical eyesight, and Itorin recalled that one of the things about Rhisveri and his lot was that they were all protected from such spells. He looked at Ryoka Griffin. Wind Runner. Thief and friend to so many. Courier, classless.

Mortal.

Instantly, Itorin was taken by a feeling. Ryoka Griffin looked at him warily, a touch uncertainly, as Sammial Veltras tried to make for them and demand Itorin let them both go. Bodswen directed him into the private room. Oesca turned, smiling to Sammial, who brightened up when he saw Prince Ivenius doing handstands.

Youre learning how to flip? Ryoka was showing me. Can you do a handstand?

Im waiting for my dress to be enchanted so I can. Otherwise I might

Princess Oesca hesitated, blushed, and whispered to Sammial.

Show my undergarments.

He gave her a blank look, which completely fit his age. He stared at Oescas magnificent dress, like a green lily on water, hand-picked by Queen Oiena and gifted to Oesca as a birthday present, fine even by the standards of royalty. Sammial made a rude sound.

Thats stupid. Girls wear trousers. Look at Ryoka. Dresses are stupid in battle, you know.

He pointed. Oesca glanced at her nursemaids, who were glaring at Sammy but already catching wind of his aura.

[Princesses] do not, nor the nobility.

She sighed. Sammial looked at her like she was stupid.

Yes they do. Every girl in House Veltras wears trousers when they go hunting. Ive never seen Lady Buscrei wear a dress. Unlessno. Wait. That wasnt a dress. That was just a bath towel.

Oesca listened to House Veltras line of practical clothing options. Her head slowly turned to her nursemaids, and they braced themselves for the demand that came in the next second. However, the first chink in the armor of pleated skirts had been found and the war for pants was on.

Itorin II didnt see it. And it was somewhat unfortunate because when his daughter demanded to be given a pair of pants, he just said, yes, Oesca, absentmindedly.

He was too busy shaking Ryokas hand.

Truly?

Iwell, yes. So you know?

One could not be in my position and not. Ahdont worry. Ive deployed a small speaking dome.

Even Bodswen was staring; Itorin II had activated an enchantment that he normally employed when speaking to his [Great Generals] or fellow heads of state, and he was shaking Ryokas hand! He almost looked like he wanted to hug the Wind Runner.

Who do you know?

IuhWinter Sprites.

Winter Sprites? Truly?

Do you know them?

Of course! They used to stop byI have no idea what they are, but they would sometimes say or do something to Fithea. They positively loathe Rhisveri, I think; we get so much snow we have to use [Pyromancers] because shovels could not shift enough. Even Cenidaus diplomats think its unreasonably snowy. What are they like?

Uhdangerous.

Itorin nearly laughed.

Of course they are. I meantdo they have personality?

Iy

She hesitated, and the King leaned in.

It is not for secrets of state. I just wish to know.

He looked at her, a fellow mortal who knew the great secret of this world. Ryoka Griffin hesitated, wary, but then she looked at him and seemed to come to a decision.

Theyre little sprites. Little people made of ice. All female, but theyre, um, visiting. Theyre pranksters and tricksters, but one time they hit me with an avalanche. Twice, actually. Three timesbut the last one was to help me.

Really. What do they want?

Thats so complicated Iso you know what Rhisveris up to?

Itorins hesitation was an explanation in itself.

Iam aware of much of it. But as you might expect, he guards his secrets well. You may think me apuppet.

NI just wonderedhow much you know.

He leaves the management of the state to me, except in rare cases. You would be surprised, I think, but it is a beneficial relationship most of the time. I think of it as best for Ailendamus. Your situationwill he try to kill you?

I dont think so. He got Sammial by accident and things have changed. How do youwas it all your life?

Itorin laughed.

Not at all. Only when I took the throne. I had hints, from my father, you see, butno. No one but I knows as much, andI cannot believe he trusted you with it.

He didnt. It was close. I nearly got, uh

Melted?

Ryoka blanched.

He does that?

Itorin hesitated.

Never that Ive seen, but I have heard stories. You should be wary around him, if that advice is not redundant. In truth, Miss Griffin, I fear you are in dire straits.

He meant it seriously and saw she took it as such, but to his amazement, she smiled.

It wont be the first time. Not that I can tell you all of it, Your Majesty. But believe meIve done this before. I think I can at least survivebut whether or not Ill get what I want is a different matter.

He stepped back, a smile of delight crossing his features. Wonder, even.

Youget what you want? Is that even possible?

The Wind Runners smile had pride and a kind of joy of her own.

It is. You just have to know how to talk to them. Play their game and dont. Respect them and push back. Have something they need. Theyre still people.

They

Itorin hesitated. He stroked his beard.

They are, arent they? Rhisveri is one thing, and I would caution you to beware of some of the others. I dont knoweverything. But I do know some are goodpeople. Sophridel is fair-minded. He runs the Court of Masks, as you know. Have you met him?

I found him by accident.

By accident? Thenyou know Lady Fithea. She and he are two of the most reasonable, esteemed, I think. I would also sayLady Paterghost.

Really?

She is a fine soul.

She kicked me when we met. I dont think she likes me.

Gura-drat the man!

She swore like a native of Taimaguros as she stalked forwards.

Ryoka Griffin stared up at the flower stem, as Viscount Visophecin delicately went to place it in her hair. She was almost about to cry.

This wasthe Viscount was watching her, that unholy amusement in his eyes. Expectation, almost, that she was going to do something. But what? Blow him sky-high in front of Ailendamus courts, who thought this was a game?

Ryoka felt a bit of nausea rise. Viscount Visophecin bent down, smiling.

I suppose that marks my victory, Ryoka Griffin. Perhaps now we can disc

Viscount Visophecin!

He turned, blinking. Even Ryoka didnt see Queen Oiena coming until she strode over and slapped the Devil in his face with a glove.

Visophecin recoiled like a striking snakethat had been slapped in the face by a glove. He blinked, and his expression turned from pure enjoyment into outrage

Until Queen Oiena shoved a finger into his face. Her bodyguard watched, half-resigned, half-appalled, mostly approving. Ryoka just gaped.

She had no background for this, but Queen Oiena was from Taimaguros. She had opinions about proper attire, proper conduct, and she had all the hallmarks of her homeland despite having left.

I would have expected this from any rogue but you, Viscount Visophecin. Have you lost your gura-loving senses? This kind of behavior does not stand in Ailendamus. Guest of the state or notwho is restraining this young woman? Release her at once.

The binding spells evaporated on Ryoka as the [Court Mages] suddenly found the [Queen] was here, the [Queen] was angry, and the [Queen] had a glove raised like a morningstar. Of course, her bodyguards had actual weapons they were only too happy to hit you with.

Your Majesty, I beg your

You beg my pardon,and this Couriers, and you will all begone before I remember your faces.

The [Mages] scattered. Queen Oiena turned like the wrath of Queen Oiena, and Ryoka saw her glance down. She did not look exactly friendly, but she saw Ryoka.

Ink smudged on the cheek, exhausted from running all day from someone who would not relentshe did see exactly what Ryoka was feeling. She glared at the [Mages] running for itwho were all male.

Fithea didnt get it. She was a Dryad, and in this context, an old Dwarf woman. The other immortals? Well, Gilaw didnt, or Menorkel. But Queen Oiena did.

She was brandishing her glove and Visophecin was staring at her, quite taken aback, when someone strode over.

What is going on here?

And here came the last player on any scene in Ailendamus. Duke Rhisveri walked forwards, scowling. He glared at Visophecin.

Youre late. Oh, Your Majesty. Hello.

He barely bothered to sketch a bow to Oiena. The [Queen] turned on Rhisveri.

Duke Rhisveri. I have just found Viscount Visophecin behaving in the most unmannerly way possible. I hope you will take him to task as much as I.

What? Visophecin? Doing anything unmannerly? Whats going onits you again. Why is it always you?

Rhisveri saw Ryoka and pointed an accusatory finger at her. But for once, his wrath stopped as Oiena made to slap his hand with her glove. Rhisveri stared at her.

What has gotten into you?

Me? Would you but listen to what Visophecin has done?

The Viscount was listening, puzzlement turning tohe looked at Ryokas face, at Oiena, and blinked rapidly as if coming tobut Rhisveri was listening, and Fithea and the other immortals drew forwards while everyone else was ushered back.

It was not hard for Visophecin to give a somewhat embarrassed tale of his pursuit of Ryoka. However, halfway through he grew noticeably more hesitant.

I did pursue her in a lighthearted manner, Your Majesty, Duke. Whichcoincided with attempts to surround Courier Griffin with pranks of my choosing.

He was in her closet. Appeared around corners! No matter where she went!

The [Queen] was incandescent. Viscount Visophecin looked at her, then at Ryoka, and closed his eyes for a moment, tilting his head back. Rhisveri just blinked his eyes at Oiena, Ryoka, and Visophecin. Then he grinned.

You did that? Thats hilarious. I dont see the problem. I would have joined in if Iwould you stop that?

He leaned back from the wrath of gloves. Queen Oiena had two scarlet spots in her cheeks.

It may be amusing to you, Duke Rhisveri, but His Majesty will not find it so amusing to have women pursued in such a manner! Or would you care to have your mother, your daughter, your niece followed about so?

Rhisveri gave Oiena the blankest of looks.

I would not particularly care. It sounds like a game. If this ThCourier Griffin didnt like it, she should just say so.

The [Queen] was lost for words. She looked around, made a motion, and her bodyguards closed ranks, shielding them from view. Then she tried to stomp on Rhisveris foot with one of her heels.

He dodged, of course, and backed up.

I do not see

Duke Rhisveri. Her Majesty is, of course, wise. And I begin to realize just how improper I have been.

Visophecin forestalled him with an arm. Rhisveri glared, but the Viscount abruptly bowed.

Your Majesty, I beg your sincerest pardon, and to you as well, Courier Griffin. I will make sincere amends, but I believe the most prudent course now isto remove myself completely. If you will allow me to withdraw?

There. At least one of you has sense. You may, Viscount, but I shall expect your finest behavior for the foreseeable future.

Absolutely, Your Majesty.

He bowed, stepping back and tugging along Rhisveri. Ryoka saw him retreat, eyes on her. But his face no longer looked amused. It lookedwell.

Guilty?

Queen Oiena was still breathing hard when she turned. Then she and Ryoka were alone, in a rapidly-emptying hallway. No one wanted to risk her wrath, but it seemed that the [Queen] was as unprepared for a face-to-face with Ryoka as the Wind Runner.

Ryoka still felt shaken. A true panic had taken over near the end there. Seeing herself in Visophecins arms or him just walking out of the closet when shed begun to lie down

The [Queen] understood.

Thank you, Your Majesty. I, uhthank you. Im sorry forfor causing a scene.

I do believe, Courier Griffin, that this incident was not your fault. For once.

The [Queen] stiffly added that last part, and nodded her head.

You are pardoned, and Viscount Visophecin will make a full formal apology. Such actionsreflect poorly on Ailendamus. A rare incident, given the man has been such an exemplar. Even Rhisveriwell, he is not surprising. But the blindness! The gall!

She fumed. Then looked at Ryoka.

I suppose it comes with being a Courier.

Iwhat does, Your Majesty?

Pursuit. The way you are soadventurous. A [Lady] is protected by her class and station, but you must have the worst of it.

Ryoka didnt know about that. She made a face.

Thatwas unexpected, Your Majesty. I, uh, I should have said something. I just didnt realizethank you, again.

Another stiff incline of the head. Queen Oiena gazed rather unfavorably at Ryoka and the Wind Runner didnt know why. Until the [Queen] spoke next.

I hope you will remember this in any future contexts, Courier Griffin. It would not do to be repaid with any trespasses. Of course, His Majesty is entitled to anydecisions on his own, but I trust you will remember who saved you today.

Ryoka Griffin gave Oiena a blank look. The [Queen] frowned, then elaborated.

I understand you are set to dine with His Majesty tomorrow.

I am?

The Wind Runner recalled Itorins comments. Her eyes widened.

I am! I didnt know ifoh.

His Majesty has, apparently, cancelled a formal banquet with the ambassador of Noelictus.

Queen Oiena pointedly tugged on a glove, avoiding looking at Ryoka. The Wind Runner stared at her, put the pieces together in rapid order, and then grinned.

Oh. Oh. Your Majestyyou have nothing to fear. Believe me.

Oiena furrowed her brows sharply. Her bodyguards, who were listening with huge ears while standing to perfect attention, saw the glove begin to come off again.

You sound quite confident, Miss Griffin. I am told my husband found you exceptionally charming.

He and Ihad a conversation, Your Majesty. I quite liked him. I, uh

Oiena twitched. Ryoka held up her hands, and then started to lower them. She gave Oiena a long look. Then just lowered her hands and spoke, a touch exasperatedly.

I dont know what youve heard, Your Majesty, but if I may be frank?

Why hold your tongue now?

Ryoka ignored the acidic remark.

Ivemet with a number of people. But Your Majesty, I hardly go around seducing everyone I meet. Some people are interested in me forother reasons. Including Viscount Visophecin. I think.

She wasnt actually sure about Visophecin. Queen Oiena narrowed her eyes again. Ryoka looked at her.

Im sure you know this, Queen Oiena. Buta man and a woman can have a conversation and like each other, without necessarily being attracted romantically or physically.

Ryoka held her breath. She wasnt sure if that direct comment was going to work or have her head rolling. Oiena searched her face, eyes roaming like a spotlight. Then, suddenly, she relaxed. She actually chuckled, a note of rueful melancholy in it, and looked at Ryoka with what almost looked like familiarity. Or even sympathy.

I know that. We know that. But do they?

Ryoka thought of Tyrion Veltras.

How I wish. But I swear, Queen Oiena, King Itorin is purely interested in my travels.

I see. You know, I actually believe you. I wish I did not. It would be so easy to dislike you.

Oiena tapped a finger against her other hand thoughtfully.

Do not sell yourself short either, Courier Griffin. Very well. Very well. You are quitebetter than I had expected. Do tell me if the Viscount troubles you. I shall also allow Oesca to keep learning her tumbling. Perhaps you and I shall have dinner as well.

Thank youwhat?

Queen Oiena looked around. She shook her head, and strode off, looking rather happier than before. Ryoka Griffin stood there.

She had a strange way of meeting people, but it did work.

Duke Rhisveri was annoyed by the whole thing. Visophecin had done nothing wrong. The Wind Runner and the Queen both got on his nerves, and he caught no less than His Majesty, Itorin II, as he came away from the war coucil.

Itorin was relieved, if not with the new developments with the war, but then in a day of hard work. He was even smilingan expression which soured as soon as Rhisveri thrust one of the [Generals] out of the way to talk with him privately.

Control your wife. The woman is absolutely nonsensical.

I shall do no such thing, Duke. You are my uncle, and she is not a fool. What did she allegedly do?

Interfere with Visophecin.

Itorin stopped. Visophecin? He looked around and saw the Viscount trailing them.

Ihow, exactly?

The Wind Runner. Do not engage with her. She is a prisoner.

Rhisveri snarled, but he was wise enough to keep his face at least blank. Itorin had a sudden premonition as Rhisveri gave the briefest of biased summaries.

He didnt see what his wife didnot exactlybut he had an instant moment of sympathy for Ryoka Griffin. Immortals were difficult. And it seemed Rhisveri had her in his sights.

Yetthe [King] stopped as the Viscount, Duke, bodyguards, and gaggle of advisors, servants, and so on, were walking down one of the open promenades towards the war room. They looked up, and saw the subject of the hour standing there.

Ryoka Griffin. She had pulled a Visophecin, which meant she suddenly walked out from behind a statue of one of Ailendamus former rulersof which there had only been fourand bowed.

Your Majesty. Viscount Visophecin. Rhis. Might I have a moment of your time?

All three turned, Rhisveri with sudden wrath. Itorin nodded.

Of course, Courier Griffin. I understand there has been somemisunderstandings this morning?

The Viscount was looking at Ryoka, puzzled. He bowed silently, and Ryoka Griffin smiled. She looked at Itorin, and they had that shared bond which Oiena had mistaken for attraction. No. Just a kinship.

Im sorry. Itorins eyes flicked left to Rhisveri. Ryoka gave him a slight nod.

This is the shit you have to deal with every day? She grimaced.

Like you would never believe. His eyes betrayed an aeon of silent pain. Mostly due to Rhisveris shenanigans. He would have to tell her about the melted statues incident.

And yetcommunal suffering was what he saw. Ryoka, though, looked at the two powerful immortals behind Itorin. She had something to show the [King].

I did let it get carried away. I should have directly asked Viscount Visophecin to relent, and that is my fault. Sometimes I have to be direct. Nor was I quite willing to play the Viscounts game. Boys play silly games.

The Devil and the Wyrm saw her pointedly glance at them. Ryoka Griffin met Itorins gaze. The [King], hugely amused but equally alarmed for her sake, raised an eyebrow.

A bold claim, Wind Runner.

I know, Your Majesty. I just wanted to make it clearI am a guest. I am playing by every rule of hospitality. I would rather like to be treated that way. Or else I am not a guest.

Is that a threat?

Bodswen looked ready to punish it. Itorin held up a hand. Ryoka had no idea, but if she did actually threaten him, or Ailendamus, she would suffer for it. [Instant Retribution: Threat] was a terrible thing. Especially when the retribution was a spiked metal gauntlet to your face.

Not at all, Your Majesty. JustI hate games of hide-and-seek. If the Viscount wants to play tag, though. And if I am not a guest, I may oblige him.

Ryoka Griffin waved an arm. Itorin saw the bangle on her wrist, the jade bracelet, gleaming. Rhisveri narrowed his eyes.

Go to your quarters, Wind Runner. Guards, escort her there. I will

Duke Rhisveri. But for this thing on my arm?

Ryoka interrupted him. Rhisveris eyes bulged. She smiled at Itorin.

youd never catch me. Im quite boring when Im cooped up. You cant cage the wind.

She spread her arms. And only now did Itorin II notice something. Shed changed out of her regular, guest clothing which had Ailendamus colors and symbols. She had something else on. A curious style of dress that was never going to catch on.

Who liked full-bodybodysuits? Not a suit, but some kind of all-covering fabric. With what looked like an odd cloth-webbing around her armpits, even between her legs. Likea bat. Or flying squirrel.

Ryoka Griffin spread the wingsuit and the wind picked up. She met Itorins gaze as his eyes widened. Rhisveri blinked.

Dont you d

Visophecin felt the wind rise. But the explosion of air was more than even he was prepared for. The [Bodyguards] shielded Itorin, although the magic barriers already did that. The Devil craned his head back, blinking. He saw His Majesty of Ailendamus looking up, face delighted. Visophecin stared up at a dot in the sky.

She wasnt even playing my game. I couldnt catch that so easily.

Itorin II just laughed in sheer amazement. He saw Rhisveri howl and leap forwards, staring up. And he understood what Ryoka meant.

They can mess around with you as much as they want. So you have to push back too. You have to have

Something they lacked.

Ryoka Griffin flew. She flew. The wingsuit carried her up with the blast of air. But she had never flown this high before, this fast.

No, wait. During the typhoon. Once. She left her consciousness far below. Trusted to the wind to carry her up.

A hundred feet a second? Faster.

Carry me up. Show them I wont be scared. Far below her, the Devil was left far behind. There was nowhere to hide in the sunset sky, no corner to wait behind.

She flew. This was flying. Before, Ryoka had just flown as fast as she dared. Right now? She was playing immortal games. She had no internal speed limit.

The wind tore at her face, pulling at her skin with the speed of the ascent. Ryoka would have laughed, if she wasnt concentrating so hard.

On her wrist, her jade bracelet was going insane. It was making sounds, flashing, trying to lock down her body and Skills and magic. But it couldnt do that to the wind.

Go ahead. I dare you. Below her, Rhisveri could probably boil her blood in her veins, just like he said. Do it.

She called his bluff. Nothing happened. Ryoka shot upwards, until Ailendamus palace was a dot below her. Straight up into the sky.

She saw a figure flying after her, furious, squawking, as slower figures mounted Griffins, even a few Pegasi. [Mages] flew upwards, going after the prisoner.

Great Knight Gilaw was first into the air, riding a Griffin. Ryoka thought it must be an illusionshe saw the Griffin, magnificent black feathers streaked with silver, shriek at her. Ryoka Griffin waved.

She left Gilaw floundering in an instant. After all, the Griffin was only as fast as she could flap her wings. Ryoka was as fast as

She saw a vast cloud high overhead. Countless miles in a stratosphere many times Earths. Ryoka headed straight up to it. She wondered what would happen. Would Rhisveri teleport her? Zap her? Would Itorin stop her? It didnt matter. She had to show them

Not bad.

A grudging voice boomed through the air. Ryoka twisted, her meteoric ascent slowing so she could see. What was that? It didnt sound like it had come from the bracelet. Thenshe saw the air ripple. She saw a giant, slitted eye appear.

Not the eye in the sky, the magical illusion. This timeit was real. Physical. Ryoka almost shot a [Flashbang] into it. But then she saw a second eye appear. She looked down and there he was.

Rhisveri. The Wyrm shot into the air. Ryoka Griffin stared down as a huge, hundreds of feet long Wyrm twisted into the sky. Likea story. Eastern Dragons.

He flew. His coiled body undulated, striking upwards like a snake, but so fast!

He came out of the palace and blew past her in a gust of air. Circling around in the sky, so long that Ryoka saw his body flowing after the head, like a hypnotic serpent, but at lightning speed.

You are an insufferable mortal. Did you think you were the only being that could fly?

Rhisveri boomed. The Wyrm was under some kind of illusion that only she could see through, or the little fliers and people below her would be freaking out. Ryoka looked up at him as he made an infinity sign in the air, then circled her. She looked at him. Then laughed.

She went shooting straight up, then changed directions abruptly and dove in a corkscrew. Rhisveris head snapped after her, looking contemptuous. However he flew, it was like a giant serpent. He lunged through the air, and that momentum would slow unless he performed a second mid-air strike. He was faster than Ryokabut he didnt expect her to move like that.

She dove along his scales and he jerked, as if afraid he would strike her. She corkscrewed along his huge body, and performed a reverse-dive upwards. She turned and saw Rhisveris head snap around, then focus on her.

huh.

He managed. The Wyrm dove after her.

Not bad, butyoure too slow. I could catch you like

The Wyrm struck. He hit only the laughing air, and did a double-take. How did she do that? He was faster!

But she was small, agile, and the wind was her friend. More importantly, Rhisveri was a Wyrm. Every move he made had to telegraph itself as his body changed postures. Rhisveri craned his head back, forth, then twisted all the way around.

Get off my scales!

The Wind Runner was sliding down his neck! She was laughing, and leapt into the air. This time Rhisveri, infuriated, twisted, making an actual sphere around her with his constricting body. A perfect sphere.

Ryoka Griffin saw him poke his head into the capture orb at her. He looked around, swore.

Where?

Gilaw was the only flier who had gotten even close to Ryoka. She saw a huge, invisible shape in the air uncurl and pursue a single figure who shot even higher. The Griffin stared up as the Wind Runner shot towards the giant cloud, with Rhisveri in hot pursuit. His curses were so loud Gilaw half heard them, even with the silencing spells.

That just made Ryoka laugh harder. She hit the cloud and it was wet. Also, charged. A furious Wyrm tore into it.

On the ground, Itorin II made a hasty decision.

Rain. I require rain. Forproper ambiance. See it done.

A [Weather Mage] cast a spell and rain began pouring down and more clouds gathered. Just in time, or else more people would have seen the holes appearing, or even the misty outline of something huge breaking through the nimbus cloud high overhead.

Cyclops eyes! I think shes evading him!

Menorkels eyes were some of the best of the immortals. He and the others were staring up as the rain fell over them. Fithea stared up.

The wind is her ally. Of coursebut even Rhisveri?

Hes not using any spells.

Visophecin saw the others turn to him. He sat under the rain, staring up at the sky as night fell. He couldnt see perfectly that high, and Rhisveri had his own invisibility spells. But he thought

He was laughing. He kept trying to hide it. Glaring. But it was like when you were angry and struggling to stay angry, but you kept laughing.

Both furious and amused. And worse for Rhisveris temperhappy.

High above even the clouds, Ryoka stopped being able to breathe easily. She clawed at her mouth, trying to get the wind to push oxygen into her lungs. She gaspedand a bubble appeared around her head.

Youd have to carry air from below. Amateur.

Rhisveri appeared as Ryoka slowed. The Wyrm hovered in the air, able to sustain his position without moving. He waspanting a bit. He had been chasing Ryoka for only, say, sixteen minutes, but it had to be tiring. For once, he had to use his entire body to move like he did, and the sky was so vast even Rhisveri was small in it.

Yet he was smiling. He glared at Ryoka a second later.

I should blast you to pieces and feed your melted remains into the sewers. Do that again and die. That bracelet tells me exactly where you are.

He flicked a tongue at it. Ryoka raised her arm.

I know. But a girls gotta fly.

Rhisveri snorted.

You cause trouble just by existing. I should kill you. But Visophecin has led me to believe you have some value. Youll never get what you want, you know.

Can we talk it out? Youve been avoiding me.

Ivebeenbusy!

The Wyrm roared. He snapped through the air with each word, until he was right in front of her. His furious glare was a bit too furious, though. He looked at Ryoka, then cast around in the sky. The sight of welleverything seemed to calm him down.

Ryoka looked down too. Everything was so small. She saw huge mountains in the distance; the palace was a dot. The landscape was a darkening miniature world below her, little trees and grass like some perfect recreation, a toy.

Is this what it means to be a Wyrm? It looks so

It was different than seeing it from a plane window. Nothe scale in this world was off as well, such that Ryoka wondered if they were above a planes maximum cruising altitude. Yet still, almost able to breathe.

Rhisveri looked down.

Small? You all take such pride in your palaces and edifices. This is what it looks like from above. So yes, this is what it means to be a Wyrm. Look. That cloud.

He pointed with his head at the one they had gone through. It was so large that ten of Itorins palaces would have fit comfortably inside. Rhisveris look was wistful.

There are larger clouds still. Permanent fixtures. When they gather, there are stormheads so vast you could fly through themand there are beasts inside. Or were. You think you know Giants and Dragons? You have never seen half of it. They may all be dead. And there are other things hidden in the sky. Invisible. So high you cannot see them. Camouflaged. Hidden in clouds. Entire

Ryoka looked at him.

Cities?

Rhisveris head twisted around. He stared at Ryoka.

So youve heard of the same. Pah. It must be generic if youre not surprised.

Even so, his gaze was wistful. He looked up. Then glared at Ryoka.

What a waste of time. Return to your quarters, Thief. If you try to do this again, Ill fry you.

He turned abruptly. Ryoka called out after him.

Will you hear me out?

A single baleful eye fixed her with a sudden force that arrested her momentum in the air. Rhisveri opened his mouth and a wisp of acrid vapor emergedthen he grunted.

Youll get your audience. You had better have something worthwhile to say.

He dove without a word, leaving Ryoka up there. She smiled. Then she turned and looked up. So much more sky above, and beyond that?

The world was so vast. She floated there a moment. Wishing this was all she had to worry about. But inevitably

She had to return to earth.

They looked at her differently after that. They always did. She was in trouble, of course, but His Majestysand Her Majestys approval meant that it was muted.

The truth was that Ryoka did break rules and get away with it. It was the kind of privilege, well, a Courier got. The power of knowing people.

She only wished she had Erins strength, which was to move them. Ryoka did get to know people. Erin? Erin could lean.

Obol and a meeting with Rhisveri. Ryoka did worry because she didnt know what she was bargaining for. She knew what it didsort ofand she had money, and the Faerie King clearly believed she had enough.

But Ryoka hated uncertainty. Stillas days went, she had gotten Rhisveri to commit to a meeting before winter. So that was something. She was limping back to her room.

Her body hurt. Not from running all day, but from the stresses the wind placed on it. Her [Knights] saw her to her quarters and took up position. Ryoka was about to enter the guest suite when she stopped.

Her hand on the doorknob, she remembered this morning. Surely he wouldnt?

She swung the door open, stepped into the entry room, and looked around. Ryoka hastened into the living room, checked the window, swung around

Phew.

No Devil. She relaxed. If he had been here, she might have screamed and then tried to actually stab him. She was so grateful for Oienas help

Ryoka walked towards the last door to her actual bedroom and stopped. She backed up.

What the fuck.

She stood there for a second. Then stared at the huge piece of parchment. Attached to the front of her door.

Viscount Visophecins offer within.

It was so big that in order to open the door she had to pull it off the wall. Ryoka Griffin stared at it. She was half-tempted to run. But she put her hand on the handle. She was prepared

But all she saw was what looked like an office meeting presentation piece on her table. Another piece of paper.

Magical ring of dispelling. One charge.Use to refuse.

That last part was underlined. It was very clear writing, not cursive or embellished. Ryoka turned her head as another big piece of paper on one of the walls caught her eye.

Enchanted doorway to place to converse. Enter to accept.

And below it was an arrow pointing to her closet door. Ryoka opened and closed her mouth. She looked at the Ring of Dispelling, and the doorway.

Well, thats simple enough. Are you listening, Duke Visophecin? Imoh.

She spotted the last note on her bed.

I have enchanted only the closet and left the following notes. You are not under surveillance of any kind, nor have I left any other spells in place. Fithea, Sophridel, or Duke Rhisveri may vouch for this fact.

She stared at the piece of parchment. Ryoka ran her hand through her hair. She looked at the closet. The thing wasshe appreciated this a bit? But the thing was

Her stomach growled. Ryoka closed her eyes. She hadnt had lunch and it was past dinner.

She was so damn hungry.

Ryoka Griffin ate dried runners rations and drank stale water. Then she opened the door after taking a few deep breaths and thinking about it. She had no assurances shed be safebut she had a gut feeling and it was a funny change of pace.

The door was a portal. Ryoka stared at it. A literal portal that did not disclose her clothing, but a strange place beyond. Clearly out in the open. Noshe spotted some kind of roof, but the wind told her it was out in the open on the other side somehow. And the floor was strange and glossy, reflecting a bit of light.

Strange. Well, whats the worst that can happen?

Ryoka knocked on the side of the closet, then stepped through. She walked onto a flat ground, slippery under her bare feet, and stopped.

Whoa.

She stood in the ruins of a huge palace. A crumbling roof over her head. It showed starlight, the two moons high above. The walls were gutted, scorched, and nothing remained but stone.

Stone, and this curious basin. Almost closer to the bottom of some pond, but perfectly circular, slanting downwards at the edges. The floor was smooth. Smooth as marble. Ryoka bent down.

What is this?

She frowned as she touched the smooth, familiar substance and realized abruptlyit was glass.

A glass bowl, created by some intense heat, which had burned a circle in the middle of this

Palace. A giant palace. Ryoka blinked around and something came to her.

Former palace. Ailendamus formerher eyes widened. She looked around for the figure she knew was there. Where would he be, in this suitably dramatic place? With the moonlight pouring down from the broken ceiling? Wh

Pft.

Ryokas snort escaped her mouth. She looked around and spotted Viscount Visophecin. He sat in a huge chair, one of two, padded, dark wood, in front of a simple table with what looked like drinks and food.

But unlike every other time, he did not appear with a question. He was just there, sitting far across the glass floor, with plenty of time to spot him.

Witha giant flaming arrow pointing down at him, hovering in the air. Even a spotlight from an invisible light source, a beam of light illuminating him and the spot.

The Devil sat there, looking supremely uncomfortable, for all he contrived to be lounging in place. Ryoka walked forwards, trying not to laugh.

Is this some kind of new game?

I wish I could find it amusing. Courier Griffin, thank you for meeting with me despite this mornings unpleasantness. I was not sure you would accept.

Viscount Visophecin stood at once. He offered her a chair, but the Wind Runner just stood there. He lookedawkward. Not in how he acted or carried himself, but just in how she found him. She glanced up at the flaming arrow and it winked out of existence; the spotlight did not.

I take it thats not normal?

His features took on a faintest wince.

I am unaccustomed to announcing my presence. Nor do I find it enjoyable. However, to make amendsthe invitation. I hope you believe that I would have respected your privacy had you refused, and attempted to contact you in three more days.

Ryoka tilted her head at him. She had a sudden realization and tried not to laugh.

Were youwhen you appear behind me, youre teleporting, arent you? Were you just sitting here and waiting for me to come through or dispel the door?

The Viscount said nothing. Ryoka bit her lip. He looked at her, then went to sit back down. Visophecin sat with his back perfectly straight in the comfortable chair. After a second, Ryoka went to sit too. She saw hed placed a bottle of wine, one of those spreadable cheeses, crackers, grapes, a number of snacks, all high-quality, before them.

She regretted her dried ration snacks since this looked far better. But Ryoka didnt touch them. Visophecin spoke, slowly, looking her up and down.

I am glad you find levity in the situation, Ryoka Griffin. I feared I had damaged any possible chance at conversation beyond all repair. Thank you. I must apologize again for my actions. I behaved in a boorish manner unbefitting me, and I did not realize my trespasses until Her Majesty corrected me. I will make formal amends.

Ryoka wassurprised. He bowed very sincerely and then sat down again. She didnt quite understand.

Rhisveri would never apologize. He was a Wyrm. Here was a Devil or

Ah, misconceptions. Ryoka rested her arms on her legs. She wasnt cold, though there was a night wind blowing through the palace. The air felt warmer here. And there was that smell of forge fires.

She couldnt see his horns. But that grey cast to his skinRyoka squinted at Visophecin.

Is this a formal meeting, or an apology, Viscount?

Visophecin is acceptable. It is a combination of both. You are free to leave at any time you wish. I can teleport you back to your rooms in a moment.

Isee.

She thought he was growing less uncomfortable now she had sat down. Visophecin didnt smile. Nor did he move much. He was no fidgeter. His features were not blankbut muted.

If you would like me to do anything to further pay amends for my actions, please let me know what I can do.

Ryoka looked at him quizzically.

Youre sorry? I can accept you didnt understand how it looked. Yourean immortal, Viscount Visophecin. Arent you?

I am.

He never blinked. His orange-yellow eyes were fixed on her. Square pupils. Ryoka hesitated.

May I see your true appearance?

If you would like to. I shall oblige. It is rare I reveal myself. I hope my actions can prove my sincerity.

He clicked his fingers. Visophecin sat back, and Ryoka stared.

He was the same person in height and shape, unlike Fithea, Gilaw, or the other immortals. However, now she saw a pair of fairly tall horns, curving up from his forehead. His skin was grey, not pale. He wore the exact same clothing.

And he had a tail. It hung under the seat. She looked down, wondering if he had cloven hooves, but all he had were shoes

Shoes that looked a bit different. Longer, as if they held something within. A bitdifferent. With an arch?

Maybe claws? Visophecin watched Ryoka inspecting him. He was still slim. Still smelled like fire and metal. When he spoke, his teeth were noticeably sharper.

I trust you do not find me unsettling. Inform me if you do, and I will revert back. However. I believe you are used to species foreign to this world.

Her head snapped up. Visophecin saw the movement.

I would prefer not to waste time, Ryoka Griffin. You and I are both aware of facts about the other. But I ask you again, before that. Will you forgive my actions?

Her face wrinkled.

You really are sorry? Itwasnt that big a trespass, honestly. It was very unpleasant, but Ive seen worse fromimmortals.

It was such a strange thing to say the word out loud. Visophecin hesitated. He looked at Ryoka. Then he slowly shook his head.

Iam not sorry, Ryoka.

Oh. Well

I cannot be. If I could, I believe I would be. But as you know, I am Lucifen. I amVisophecin of House Shoel. I cannot be sorry. I cannot feel sorry for what I did. I am apologizing because that is the correct thing to do. But I am not remorseful.

At first she thought he was just being insincere. For a second. Then Ryoka focused on how he said it.

You cant be?

The Devil smiled.

If I am honest? I quite enjoyed that, Ryoka. More than enjoyed that. I have not been so delighted in fourteen years. I would have continued. I wasenjoying myself. I am grateful to Queen Oiena. For I acted as though you and I were playing agame. Believe me, if I had not come to my senses by your actions, Oienas, or my own, it would have escalated.

Ryoka felt a ripple of goosebumps run down her arms. Visophecin looked at her.

I cannot feel sorry for you. I recognized fully what you must have felt, once I stopped to consider the actions I took. But you are Human. And I? My people do not have such capability for emotions. For better or worse.

Now there was an answer worthy of the horns. He sat there, eyes fixed on her. Seeing if she reacted. So sharp. Ryoka slowly nodded.

I get it. And youremay I ask a question?

Naturally.

Can you feel happy? Sad? No

He lifted a hand.

I can feel both. Anger, sadness, happinessperhaps I have misphrased myself. It is not often I need to explain. I can feel the range of emotions any person of sentience does. I envy your kinds ability to feel emotions so strongly. I seldom do. Another advantage of my species. Or weakness.

He leaned forwards, pouring a glass of wine. He offered it to Ryoka, and she took it. Visophecin saw her inspecting the dark liquid without drinking it as he sat back. He sipped from his own cup.

I certainly can feel any emotion I believe you might. I have checked. However. I do not feel emotions like sadness towardsyou. Your people. If you bleed, if you suffer. Even what I did to you this day, I understand how you must feel. I understand it is wrong under law and how it will lead to further reactions. I cannot feel sorry for you.

Ah. Ryoka had it.

Sympathy. You dont have

No.

No sympathy. No shadow, either, even under the spotlight. Reflexively, Ryoka took a drink of wine. She nearly spat it out, then relaxed.

You wouldnt poison the wine.

I would not. You are someone who must be negotiated with in good faith, Ryoka Griffin. You yourself are a Courier, and, as Rhisveri points out, an enemy of Ailendamus by your actions. Yet you represent powers we are aware of. Hencemy sincere regret for my actions.

Because of how you jeopardize our potential relationship.

Ryoka had him figured out. Or so she thought. A Devil in truth; no sympathy. But a terribly sharp intellect and logic. Yet she was surprised again because Visophecin shook his head.

Not only that. My actions reflect negatively on me. They ruin my reputation.

You care about something like that?

Two eyebrows rose.

Of course. Duke Rhisveri may be the individual you are used to, but his beliefs are not mine. I deeply care about my perception and favorability in court. I do not like to besmirch my Houses name. It behooves me to be liked.

Ryokas lips quirked. He was so logical. Scary, butshe couldnt help but quote Machiavelli.

Just to see what hed say.

Better to be feared than loved?

Visophecin sat there. He sipped from his cup, regarding Ryoka as she reached for a piece of brie.

Interesting. Why would you say that?

Ryoka shrugged, spreading it on a cracker. She waited, but all Visophecin did was drink; he never reached for food.

Just, uh, philosophy. If you had to choose between the two, it is better to be feared than loved, surely?

Why would I wish to be feared?

Ryoka hesitated.

Well, lets say you were a tyrant or a ruler. If you were feared, then its better than being loved because in times of crisis, someone whos feared has an edge on someone whos loved. Obviously thats if you had to choose. So thats, umwhats the quote

The Viscount was just watching her. Not blankly, but thinking. He smiled.

Fascinating. You are quoting someone, but I have never heard that sentiment expressed exactly in such words. I do enjoy discussions of morality. Feared. Loved. Better to be feared? I would never wish that. Only loved, and even thenonly vaguely. Admired, as I am now, rather. A respected Viscount. I would rather neither, even as a ruler.

Really. But why not either?

Ryoka chewed down her food. She wondered if Machiavelli could explain bettermost definitely. The Viscount gave her a faint smile.

Either assumes I desire direct power. Either assumes I am a [King] or ruler or someone in power, and assumes I must effect control through loyalty or fear. It is a simple statement. It has no bearing on me. I wish neither love nor fear. I am simply content to be largely invisible. Or have you not seen how Rhisveri and we manage Ailendamus? That is ideal, to me.

Ah. Right. Sorry. I was just, uh, quoting philosophy at random. Silly of me.

Visophecin shook his head.

Please continue to do so. Smalltalk is quite enjoyable. Yet I believe you and I have deeper matters to resolve. If you are willing to speak to me, and you understand my regret, perhaps we may discuss the reason you came here.

Ryoka paused, a bit of wine and cheese in her mouth.

You mean, Rhisveris

Treasure. Yes. Which I believe somehow pertains to Erin Solstice. To Liscor. Why else would you have made attempts to heal her? With a Potion of Regeneration no less. It follows, then, that because it failed, you were made aware via your unique allies of something Rhisveri owns. His treasure, that you failed to steal and he hunted you at great cost to obtain.

He knew. Ryoka realized she was giving everything away by her reactions, but she suspected that was inevitable. He already knew.

Do you know what?

No. Nor am I privy to Rhisveris thoughts. But you have come to Ailendamus on behalf of great powers. Your very presence has dragged House Veltras into this war. I am not as foolish as Rhisveri to think you should be killed. I believe that would make enemies of a number of unknown powers. And I do not make enemies lightly.

His eyes glittered as he took another sip from his wine. Ryoka was silent. This was perfectly laid out, and made sense to her too.

Sowhat is the point of this?

He sighed.

The reason I sought you out was to gauge your personality, your abilities. I have made a rare mistake in how I acted. Principally, I would have preferred to establish trust. A relationship of understanding which can be resolved lead to all parties benefit. I believe that will bedifficult.

Ryoka had to agree.

Aside from how we met, Visophecin. If I can be bluntIm not exactly safe with Rhisveris wrath hovering over me. I need what he, uh, has. And youre part of Ailendamus. On the opposite side.

Interesting. What makes you believe we are opposed?

Ryoka sat back.

Well, youve kidnapped me and Sammial Veltras. Ailendamus is known for making war on other parties, and Rhisveri wants to kill me for trying to steal items.

Visophecin nodded. He lifted a finger.

It might be beneficial for all parties to release Sammial Veltras. Rhisveris grudge against you may well be settled. If so, neither you nor Sammial Veltras are hostages of Ailendamus. Your last point refers to Ailendamus national policy. Which nation do you support that places you against us?

Ryoka hesitated.

Iwell, maybe Calanfer? Im not part of any nation. But Ailendamus makes war and costs a lot of lives!

Is that unique to Ailendamus? I believe Tyrion Veltras nearly launched a war between Drakes and Humans. You regard him as an ally, and he was apparently close enough to propose to you.

Ryokas ears turned red. She tried to think. Damn. She shouldnt have had any wine.

No. Thats not untrue. But I havent said Im fine with Tyrion Veltras actions. I just find Ailendamus to bea threat.

Viscount Visophecin nodded.

An existential one.

Sort of. Tyrannies and vast empires lead to terrible deeds. Warcrimes, corruption, slavery

Ryoka Griffin hesitated. Because she said that and it was true, historically. But she hadnt seen that in Ailendamus. Visophecin saw the hesitation.

You are speaking in general. Tell me, Ryoka. What do you see in Ailendamus that directly, visibly conflicts with your sense of morality? You spoke of evil. What in Ailendamus is evil?

The Courier was silent for a long time. Mulling it over.

Your wars of aggression. I disagree with how Ive been treated, even as a thief. The fact that Rhisveri is eager to kill, and that he nearly killed Sammial when we first appeared in front of him. The fact that he controls the throne, and you do, has bad historical precedents.

Visophecin nodded to each point. He looked at the table, noticing how fast Ryoka had eaten all the cheese and crackers. He reached for something, and offered it to her.

May I present you with a hanadrid salad? From the Hanadrid region. Note the dressing, if you are so inclined. I hope you will sample at least a bite.

Ryoka blinked, but took some of the dish. She saw what looked like a kind of chickpea, mixed with your typical greens, but apparently the big lure of hanadrid salad was a big focus away from the sweets. The only one she counted were some pieces of apple; there was tomato, yellat, fresh cucumber

The dressing was amazing. Delicious. Ryoka thought it was one of the top 5 dressings shed ever had, including all the fancy ones. She blinked.

This is so good. Its got a bit of a spice to it, its tangyit goes perfectly with all the salad ingredients.

She looked up and saw Visophecin smile.

I am glad you think so. Hanadrid is one of the regions House Shoel has an interest in. All the ingredients come from the farms and the salad is a staple across that region of Ailendamus kingdom. The variance comes from Veil Tomatoes, which were imported from Noelictus, yellats from Chandrar, and native crops to the region. You see, the diversification of vegetables and sundry dishes was a focus forty years back.

Ryoka took another bite of salad, eyebrows raised. What was this apropos of? But she listened. Visophecin went on, like some food historian.

The previous salads and staple meals served across Ailendamus were serviceablebut with our magical supplement program, the capital received complaints about the taste. Thus, it was my initiative to create a contest to create a staple salad and dressing. Over ten thousand participants competed, and the contest of creating new dishes Ailendamus can claim as its own goes on to this day.

Thatsimpressive.

Ryoka had to own it was a good salad. Not the best in the world. But Visophecin read her expression.

Ryoka, I will inform you that I did not request a palace [Chef] to prepare that dish. I requested one from a local inn and I am gratified that a Courier finds it palatable.

Ryoka looked down at the salad.

Oh. That is good. So this, uh, was to improve cuisine across Ailendamus?

The Devil nodded.

And to disguise the alchemical supplements. The dressing is comprised in part of a powder sold across the nation, subsidized by the crown. It is, I am told, very edible. We were forced to improve the taste, as apparently the alchemical ingredients, such as insect shells, were notable in previous spice mixes.

Ryoka choked on her salad.

The what?

Insects. Among other alchemical ingredients. Ailendamus sells national spice packets that contain mana restoratives, physical supplements, and so on. The idea comes from Drath, although we cannot afford to copy their pills and tonics. Yet.

Ryoka stared at her salad and pushed the plate back.

Thats what I meant. Youre a group of immortals controlling the kingdom. Doing whatever you want.

And that is the crux of why you find yourself opposed to us.

Yes.

Visophecin nodded. He regarded Ryoka, like a puzzle. Ryoka stared at the salad. After a while, the Devil spoke. He sat back in the spotlight, taking a drink from his goblet.

What bothers you about the fact that Ailendamus gives its populace alchemical supplements? They have no side-effects aside from improving the quality of health among the people.

You dont tell them youre doing it. Dont the people have a right to know what theyre eating?

Visophecin raised his brows.

Do they have a right?

Surely everyone has a right to, oh, freedom of speech, freedom of expression, a right not to be attacked, shelter, food

Naturally. That is the foundation of good governance. Nothing you have said contradicts Ailendamus own laws.

Yes, but! They dont know whos really ruling them. They have no say in the decisions that get made.

The Court of Masks allows their opinions to be heard. A [Commoner] can rise to a position of office short of the crown on merit. I do not believe other kingdoms do the same. In fact, I know they do not. No nation in Terandria, and seldom elsewhere in the world, has as much opportunity to rise.

Except to the very top where immortals rule and never die.

Visophecin shook his head.

Of course not. I will not trust a mortal man or woman to make the right decisions alone. Itorin II is a capable ruler. He makes most of his decisions autonomously. However, Rhisveri is the Wyrm behind the throne. I am one of his peers, if advisor to Rhisveri. You disagree with this.

Im only Human.

The Devil laughed. He sat forwards, looking at Ryoka.

But what else can you tell me is wrong with this nation, Ryoka? Show me what is evil besides the truth only you know. Forget that one secret. You have met Baron Regalius and the Order of the Hydra, which accepts commoners. Every nation decried that as a lessening of the authority of [Knights]. Rhisveri and I pushed for the change because we saw that it was not only equitable, it would make Ailendamus stronger.

Iyes. Howeveryou crush other nations. Its bloody and kills hundreds of thousands. At least tens of thousands. I only need to point to one action.

Visophecin regarded her and sat back, frowning, as if he hadnt thought of that.

Ah. Of course. Empathy for people you have never met. That is fair.

He shrugged.

Alas, I do not think I can convince you Ailendamus is perfect.

Ryoka narrowed her eyes at him.

I know it isnt. This nation is set up to support Rhisveri and you all. It may begood in some ways. The people are not evil, some of the laws I like. Howeverits for you all. Rhisveri threatened to kill a child. I cannot believe he doesnt kill more people whenever they get on his nerves.

Visophecin sighed, vexed at the Wyrm.

Rhisveri. Would it surprise you to learn that he rarely attacks anyone, even irate as he can be? He recognizes value in the palaces staff, and if he detests someone, he makes a point of removing himself or them from interactions.

Ryoka bit her lip.

So theres nothing that immortals do that would bother me at all. You all just live in secret and none of you have anyunlawful activities? If youd like to tell me that, Visophecin, Id be happy to accept it. If you swear in the way I choose.

The Devil sat there. He drummed his fingers on the armrest of his chair. He stared at Ryoka, and his lips moved.

I would prefer to lie. However, I have already incurred your distrust. Moreover, given Rhisveris penchant, I cannot trust he will support any lie I tell. The truth is a risk. I choose to give it to you, in the hopes it will resolve your distrust. And the truth, Ryoka Griffin, is that there is one objectionable group to your sensibilities. Not all immortals were made to coexist with other species. Rhisveri eats, but he may eat meat of any kind. However. The Lucifen arespecific. You have noticed I do not eat, but drink. I may enjoy foods of all kinds. But I eat one thing.

He looked at her and Ryoka went pale. Her hand slipped to her Faeblade. Visophecin watched her.

Not you.

You eat people?

He frowned.

I thought you knew. Interesting. You knew me from the start. But you did not knowwhat do you know of my kind?

Ryoka saw him lean forwards with genuine interest. She shook her head.

You eatwhat do you eat? Their souls?

Their

Visophecin looked at her, blankly. He shook his head.

I eat their flesh. Their bones. It is not pleasant, I am told. Rhisveri does not eat Humans or half-Elves or Dwarves or any other species. I, and my people, do. But, Ryoka Griffin. We only consume once a month. And we eat murderers. We eat criminals. We eat predators and killers that Ailendamus judges worthy of death.

Ryoka was edged so far back in her chair that she was in danger of tipping over.

Why? For strength? Because you have to? That makes no sense!

I believe it has something to do with the nature of people. As for strength? Do you grow stronger if you eat an entire turkey? I wish it were that simple.

Visophecin looked a bit offended. He looked at Ryoka.

We eat what we must. Lucifen are predators of people. We are not the only ones.

Ryoka thought of Vampires. And yet they only took blood! Even soshe shivered.

And Im supposed to be okay with that?

He stood up.

I thought you might understand. Courier Griffin, listen to my words again. Ailendamus struck a deal with House Shoel. I was there. In exchange for my position, our aid, we are given the people who are bound for the executioners block. Men and women of any species who do what you find abhorrent. Last month, I ate a woman who stabbed her husband and two children to death. Would you have rather she lived?

His eyes glinted.

There are worse people still. Such that even I felt I did the world a great service by eating them. Would you like me to list their crimes?

He began to. Ryoka made him stop. Her stomach roiled.

I understand that! But in any other society, theyd be locked up.

For the rest of their lives?

Yes! Or humanely executed. If you cant prove beyond a shadow of a doubt they were criminals

Visophecin raised his eyebrows.

And if I could? If I personally inspected each one under my magic to ensure they were guilty, and they simplyfell asleep? If we simply disposed of the remains, would that still offend you?

Ryoka couldnt respond. Visophecin raised his eyebrows, and then stood. He turned to stare at the sky.

Well. They do not fall asleep. They do not die peacefully. So you are welcome to your unease. I will not say Ailendamus is without dark deeds. And they are mine.

He turned his head. And then he smiled, and Ryoka was reminded of the way he grinned at her terror. He spoke, seeming to revel in the look she gave him.

They broke laws that are not difficult to abide by. Do not murder. Do not steal, or beat, or hurt each other. They did such things that I care not, but if it were done to my kind, I would hunt them down. So their victims know they die. And I feel nothing at all because I must eat. No. I relish that I end them in misery.

He pointed at her.

We have reached an impasse, Ryoka Griffin. You see all the secrets Ailendamus bears. I would have you accept them.

You, eating people? Rhisveri?

Yes. Because we are not perfect. But I reject the notion that we must be. I have entertained the debatenow I ask you this. If I eat the worst of this society, if Rhisveri makes war for his ambitionswhat places us behind any other kingdom on this continent? Why are we your principal enemies? Are our people worse than any other? No. I take pride that they are not.

Pride? I thought you didnt care about them.

The Devil whirled around. Angry. He touched his chest and drew himself up, and he looked taller.

I cannot feel for them. But I have made it a point of pride, as has Rhisveri and the crown, that no one will starve in Ailendamus. Not a traveller, not a child. Starvation is a sign of weakness. You asked me if I would rather be feared than loved? Happiness costs me nothing and gains me far more than fear. My people and I think of ways to improve the populaces lives.

Because they benefit you and protect Ailendamus.

Yes. Why is my motivation what matters?

His voice grew deeper. Ryoka saw Visophecin point at her.

It is a mistake to think that we cannot both benefit, immortal and mortal. That is why I thought Rhisveris great ambition was a stroke of genius, and joined my people to his. We are the power behind the throne! Immortals. But I make no deals that cut those I deal with to the quick. I have given without taking. Because what I take is different. I asked you to take my hand. If you had, I would have gained something. If I traded you something you wanted, I would gain something. And that is simply this.

He lifted his hand and Ryoka saw something open. A book. It flickered in his hands. Names and details.

Contracts. What do they give you? A part of their

Connections.

Ryoka stopped, a finger raised. Visophecin held the book lovingly. He looked at it, and closed his eyes.

I grow by the deals I make. Grand acts and small. My power is not from what I take or give, but only the magnitude of it. So I give the generosity of Ailendamus. I build this nation piece by piece. Because it is selfish. It all benefits me.

He turned, and looked at Ryoka.

In the past, my people hunted yours. Just like this morning. We struck mighty deals and gained power by suffering. We walked among Dragons and made deals with Giants and great immortals. But in time, we dwindled. And the very small people, the people who cry for each other, who care and suffer and live lives like candle flames, covered every land. How I envy your peoples power.

He closed the book.

So yes. Ailendamus is ruled by a selfish Wyrm. By his side stands one of the Lucifen, who consumes people. We are the last of our kind. Do you think we havent tried to be something else? We cannot. I am your peoples predator. And that

He indicated his gloved hand, and Ryoka thought it was a claw for a second.

That would bother me, if I could but care.

He looked at her and she was reminded of what a Vampire had once said. Ryoka stared at Visophecin as he walked back into the spotlight and into the air. On steps that glowed with magic, into the moonlight. And his eyes were alive. He stood, looking at Ryoka, a showman performing. A Devil walking under moonlight. He loved the moment of it.

Visophecin stood there, silhouetted in the light.

We are selfish. And that is why we will make a land beyond all compare. Because we can be selfish in a way that elevates us all. Petty men and women cannot be selfish as we. They only take. I will build an empire more glorious than any before so it benefits me more. So I do not wish your enmity. Will you see Ailendamus like this, or do we stand apart? You, a mortal who has met Dragons?

Ryoka jumped. The Devil laughed at her. She stood, slowly.

He had played his cardsmore than she thought. But perhaps that was genius. The truth was the only thing that could convince her, and he had told her who he was. He ate people. And yetshe wanted to almost believe him.

The young womans head was bowed. She stood there, very still, and the Devil watched her, not without anticipation. When she raised her head, there was something in her green eyes.

Something beyond mere moonlight or wariness.

You do it very well, Visophecin. Tempt me to believe you. You knowthat fits in with the stories I know of you. Not your people; I didnt know they were a people. But it makes me wary.

Really. Who told you those legends of Lucifen?

Visophecin saw Ryoka smile and wag a finger.

Not Lucifen. We call you devils. And there was never Lucifen. Noperhaps there were more than one. But I knew one. We called him Lucifer. Morningstar. The Devil, Satan himself who ruled over Hell. The place where sinners went when they died. And he was feared and loved, because he rebelled against Heaven. Against angels. AgainstGod.

The Devil stood there, looking down at Ryoka. She did not have magical steps, or horns. But the Wind Runner still made the world echo with that last word. His ears

I havenever heard that name. What did you say he fought against? Angels? Agelum? And

She walked left. Skipping across the glass floor. The spotlight shifted to follow her. The Wind Runner turned. And she winked at him.

Its just a story. They tell another one, about Faust, a man who made a pact with a devil. Who sold his soul, and made a deal that cost him everything for great power. We have so many stories about deals.

Who is we?

Visophecin descended the steps. Ryoka saw him hover in front of the spotlight. The word burned in his ears. He couldnt even process it. She stepped back.

People from another world, obviously. You know that.

It occurred to the Lucifen. He had thought he knew the answer. Now

Which world? But he was following Ryoka with his eyes.

I dont know if I can trust you, Visophecin. Youre too smart. Too dangerous.

Are we enemies?

He walked along the edge of the light, eyes shining out of the shadows. The Wind Runner looked up at the false sunlight. She saw him slowly extend a hand. It hovered at the veil between light and darkness.

I am able to speak to Rhisveri. I do not know what he hides, but I am no fool. He has always had secrets. It occurs to me that whatever you desire may be given without destabilizing Ailendamus. We both have things to gain.

Can I trust you? I could tell you something that would help Ailendamus. Many things. But you are a predator of Humans.

She hesitated, looking at that hand. Visophecin shook his head. He spoke, slowly, trying to emphasize each word.

I want you to trust me, knowing what I represent. Knowing who I am and what I do. Because that means you are willing to ally yourself with me despite knowing everything.

Why?

He looked at her, and couldnt help it.

Because that would make you fascinating.

She wavered.

Can I trust you? You do terrible things.

I do. But that does not mean I cannot do things that lift Ailendamus up. No one is without flaw, and the flaws attract me. I am not like my fair cousins, who see only the best and cannot be stained. I am Ailendamus shadow, more than Rhisveri. And that is why this kingdom rises. Light needs darkness to shine.

He felt a sudden desire to win her over, more than practicality. He stepped closer, and the light shone down around him. The Viscount put it all to the wind, and offered her a sweeping bow. His gloved hand rose, palm out. The Wind Runner saw him look up.

Can you trust I am the hero of my story? We are all sinners. But can you believe me, Ryoka Griffin? Believe even adevil has a soul?

For a long moment, the Wind Runner didnt reply. Seconds passed. Then a minute. Visophecin was lowering his hand when someone caught it.

Ryoka saw Visophecin blink in astonishment. He looked at her, surprised. She drew him up. And smiled. The wind blew around the glassy floor like a strange quartet playing on a surreal dance floor.

Strange. I didnt think you would believe me.

He walked with her, feet sliding across the smooth floor and it looked like they were dancing under moonlight. Until they were. He saw the Wind Runner smile at him, eyes alight.

Im sure you do have a soul. Or else I wouldnt be able to tempt you.

That she-Devil, whispering of foreign worlds and Devils, laughed at his face. He was left without words for a moment. But then he snapped his fingers ruefully and an actual quartet began to play. He offered her a hand.

Do you dance, Wind Runner?

A bit.

Ryoka Griffin laughed with delight as she did the very thing that fifteen year-old Ryoka would have died for. She had forgotten that. Visophecins strange eyes followed her. She leaned forwards.

You know. Youre very good at being a devil. But theres one thing you didnt count on.

And what would that be?

Ryoka smiled.

You talk a lot about your nature and how everything is selfish. But. If youre actually a good man, then I think youd hate anyone figuring that out.

Are you sure? Im quite a deceiver, or so Im told.

She grinned.

Yes, but when I arrived, I could tell you felt quite guilty about scaring me. You say a lot, but you know how much you lie. And the truth is, Visophecin, a bad mana real devilnever apologizes.

Her hand tightened on his.

Besides. Even if you played me like a fiddle, and Im being duped, theres one thing I can believe.

They stood very close together. Visophecin whispered.

And that is?

The Wind Runner produced an obol. She pointed up at the stars.

Im your gateway to a stage youve never seen. With stakes you cant even dream of, Visophecin. You know it too, so you need me. And I think were going to need a devil on our side.

He looked at her, eyes wide. Then he laughed.

Authors Note: I feel like Im dying. Mostly because I just finished writing, it was a lot, and Im hungry.

But it is more taxing thaneven the last few chapters. Im reaching the end of my writing cycle. Already? One more chapter and I need my break. I can feel it. Quality might have dropped, but I got it done.

This time did feel like I dragged myself over the finish line, though. Breaks do matter for writingand I will take one for a week, then take one early in November for Thanksgiving. Ill let you know, but its an important vacation. I appreciate the understanding and hope youre all having a good Halloween.

Which is sort of what this chapter was. Imgoing to collapse over here. No, Im going to eat food.

Im so hungry.

Amazing art of the Blighted Kingdoms Court by Bobo /boboplushie(Full-size version here!)

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