Chapter 124: The Secret Within
The Secret Within
The Lord of Korelia''s Command Tent
Audrey looked at the gem-encrusted silver ne in her palm, carefully checking it by instinct alone. Meanwhile, Lansius was still waiting for Ingrid''s response to his question.
<em>Why would a powerful guild have interest in a no-man''snd like Londia?</em>
The educator exhaled softly before exining, "There are two reasons, both equally important. One is to support efforts to stop the infighting in Londia for the good of the Imperium. The second reason is that, like any other guild, the mage guild is concerned about the situation in the Imperium. Rumors have it that the war around the Capital has started. Right now, the guild is seeking allies and looking for possible safe havens."
Lansius felt something was odd. "Why does it sound as if the mage guild is responsible for thousands of people?"
"My Lord is perceptive. Indeed, while the guild only ounts for several hundreds, we couldn''t abandon the people who have supported us."
"I never knew the guild cared so much formoners," Audreymented.
"Without the people who supported us, the guild wouldn''t survive," Ingrid replied almost naturally.Lansius pondered the practical reason. While it reassured him to a degree, he couldn''t shake a lingering doubt about their motivation.
"Where is your guild located?" Audrey asked as she handed the ne to Lansius, who for the first time inspected it closely.
"The guild has several branches, but the closest is located near the Nicop and Elearis border."
"Do you know an old Mage-Hunter by the name of Isolte?" Audrey changed the subject.
Ingrid tried to recall the name but shook her head. "I can''t recall anyone with that name."
Audrey nodded, muttering, "She''s probably from another branch."
"The Tiberia branch is indeedrger. Is she a friend?"
"She was my old master. She died on a hunting trip several years ago."
"My condolences," Ingrid said politely.
With Audrey having nothing more to say, Lansius stepped up, "Tell me, what exactly does this gemstone do?"
"In times of need, it can give My Lord a few minutes of physical power. Enough to get you out of trouble."
"So, it''s for fighting?"
"You may use it as such, but its primary usage is for emergency. When My Lord is wounded, the gemstone will react and hopefully close the bleeding without needing to remove the armor."
"That''s clever," Lansiusmented. "Is there any spell to activate the gem or any other specifics?"
"You don''t have to, My Lord. It''s best to let it work on its own when the time is right. Think of it as a protective charm."
Lansius nodded. "How many times can I use it?"
"Once, My Lord."
"And after that?" he followed up.
"It must be returned to us. For a gemstone this potent, the guild will imbue it with magic, but it would take weeks."
<em>So, essentially, a heal with only one effective charge.</em>
"Is there any passive effect when I''m wearing this?" Lansius'' curiosity got the best of him.
"Passive effect...?" Ingrid pondered and looked at Lansius with a hint of suspicion as she spoke, "None to my knowledge. The guild has studied such gemstones, and we have yet to uncover any hidden effects."
Putting the mentor''s suspicion aside, he asked again, "Allow me one more question. How rare is this again?"
"We are not allowed to discuss it My lord, but we know several were treated as heirlooms in high nobles families."
Lansius looked at Audrey, noticing some slight worry, and gave the ne back to her. "For now, keep it for me."
Ingrid must''ve sensed their hesitation. "My Lord, My Lady, if there are no other questions, I''ll take my leave. We can begin My Lady''s education tomorrow morning and mage training at night."
"Is there a particr reason for night training?" Audrey inquired.
"While it''s not physical, it can be quite exhausting to the body. So, it''ll be best if the trainee sleeps afterward to regain her stamina," Ingrid exined.
Audrey gazed at her squarely. "Will it be dangerous if I had a child in my womb?"
The words felt like a cold bath to Lansius. <em>Is she expecting? Can she even tell if she''s pregnant?</em>
"Are you expecting, My Lady?" Ingrid asked without hesitation.
"I haven''t felt the changes," she revealed.
"Worry not, My Lady. It has happened before, and many reported that the child grew as normal as expected of them."
***
Three Hills
Not even a month had passed, yet the recruits from South Hill, who had recently joined, were alreadyfortable with their new Lord. During their brief time marching together, they observed the Lord marching as if he were just an ordinary footman, carrying his own bag and subjecting himself to grueling marches on foot.
This action quickly endeared him to the recruits, who had few expectations of their new overlord. They recognized him as a leader who truly knew the weight of hismands. As a result, their feelings for him deepened beyond fear and respect, evolving into genuine trust and affection.
During meal times and marches, they expressed hopes that the Lord would unite all of Londia, bring peace, and elevate the province to unprecedented heights.
Their arrival in Three Hills City, met with open arms and a weing feast, reinforced their belief that a united Londia was within reach, not a far-fetched dream.
Driven by genuine joy, the troops and camp followers enthusiastically shared stories of the Lord''s actions and achievements in every ce they visited in Three Hills City. The tradesmen andmoners, hearing these tales, clearly recognized them as expressions of admiration, born out of a desire to spread the joy they felt.
It was easy to see that these men, from various backgrounds and origins, were simply enchanted by their streak of victories and escapes from troubling situations that often seemed impossible to win.
Unsurprisingly, among his men, the Nicopns quickly grew almost as fanatical as the Korelian recruits. The Lord''s sess in saving thousands from the brink of destruction and hunger was seen as something greater than the work of a mere man.
In South Hill, Lord Lansius had turned the Nicopns into farmers, yet nobodyined. Instead, they were grateful for the chance to earn their bread instead of taking it from someone else''s cold, lifeless hand.
While outwardly they joked that the Lord had turned them from armed refugees into beggars, from beggars into footmen, and now, from footmen into farmers, it wasn’t mockery. Truthfully, theybored in bliss, knowing from experience that famine and winter treated all equally, regardless of background.
Without food, fire, and warmth, Nicopns or Londians would be reduced to mere names on wooden grave markers, if they were fortunate enough to have anyone left to bury them.
The Lord''s sess in giving them the chance to settle down, albeit temporarily, tending farms in serene peace, and waiting for the crops to mature, was nothing short of a miracle for those who, until a season ago, had eaten grey meat just to survive.
Thus, it was inevitable that a personality cult venerating the Lord and Lady emerged among them. This shared bond united the men from Arvenia, Mindia, Korelia, Korimor, and Nicop. Under such circumstances, the men from South Hill were more than eager to join, convinced they were part of something greater.
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In just three nights, these men and their stories had left asting impression on the people of Three Hills City. Themoners grew hopeful towards this mysterious Lord, now the city''s powerful ally. Despite various rumors about the ck Lord, themoners of Londia respected power and had no issue aligning themselves with the Blue and Bronze banner.
However, not everyone was swayed. Many powerful families remained skeptical, bing increasingly wary of the Lord of Korelia''s expanding power and influence.
***
The day of marching finally arrived. The troops arrayed on the open ins outside the city, slowly assuming formation. Divided into columns, the Lord of Korelia''s army was soon joined by the Lord of Three Hills'' army.
For this campaign, House Lansius & Audreymanded:<blockquote>
10 South Hill Knights, led by Sir Harold
40 Cavalry, led by Sir Harold
30 Nomadic horse archers and scouts, led by one of Batu''s sworn brothers
50 Mounted Crossbowmen, led by Dietrich
300 Dragoons, equipped like men-at-arms and with crossbows, led by Lady Audrey
50 South Hill men at arms, led by Sterling
300 Nicopn Regiment on foot, led by Servius
1,300 Nicopn army on foot, led by Lord Lansius
700 Nicopn camp followers</blockquote>
There were also an additional four trained dogs for nighttime security.
Meanwhile, House Jorgemanded:<blockquote>
30 mounted ck Knights
100 Three Hills men at arms
300 Three Hills levied troops</blockquote>
After securing his family in carriages, Jorge dismounted not far from Lansius, and the two greeted each other warmly. After scanning the sky and horizon, Jorge said, "It is a fine day to march."
Lansius followed Jorge''s gaze,menting, "Hopefully, it isn''t too hot, so we can cover a good distance."
"Knowing the region, I think it''ll be a cloudy day," Jorge replied, in high spirits.
The two chuckled and motioned to each other to sit as they waited for the army and its logistical preparations to beplete. Soon, the scouting elements and vanguard marched ahead.
While waiting for the main army, Jorge, seated with Lansius beneath arge field umbre, asked, "Lord Lansius, if you don''t mind satisfying my curiosity, how do you make your men so... loyal? They seem happy to march even with heavy burdens."
Lansius chuckled. "There''s really no secret. I think you know more about leadership than I do, My Lord."
"Well, there must be something you''re doing differently, because it''s not something I can simply tell my men to do," Jorge said, referring to how Lansius'' army carried their supplies on their backs instead of relying on mules or carts.
"The terrain in Umbend will be difficult, so I need some flexibility in case of opportunity or threats."
Lord Jorge nodded, slightly disappointed with theck of a detailed exnation.
Noticing this, and aware that Lord Jorge was an open-minded noble who didn''t ask questions merely to pass the time but out of genuine curiosity and a willingness to learn, Lansius decided to answer him seriously. "Back in my birthce, I knew a legendary hero named Chesty Puller. He''s the most remarkable war leader I''ve ever known."
Jorge''s eyes flickered, and his face showed attentiveness. "Hearing that from you, he must be special. How does hepare to you?"
"I''m nothingpared to him. Like a firefly to the sun. He''s who I aspire to be."
Intrigued, Jorge pressed, "What kind of leader was he that makes you aspire to be like him?"
"It''s simple, My Lord. Simple but hard to do..." Lansius admitted.
"Tell me more about him," Jorge asked, his curiosity as pure as that of an innocent child.
Lansius gathered his thoughts and said, "Chesty taught us never to let down our troops. Even though he was a leader, he marched, ate, and slept among his men, never asking for special treatment. He even ordered his field kitchen to serve his men first, before himself."
Jorge readily nodded, fascinated by the story.
"He always went to where the battles were. When there was no battle, he fought bandits. When there was a battle, he led from the front, often surrounded and against muchrger forces, but he never yielded. When other leaders cowered, Chesty courageously stood up, cockily exposed himself to the enemy, and in that way, he led his men from destruction to victory."
"What a prime example of an ideal hero," Jorgemented heartily.
"Indeed. He''s bold, forceful, and aggressive but never reckless. He demanded the best from his men, but they knew they could count on him. Chesty often personally ensured that his wounded men got the best treatment." Lansius then looked at Jorge. "What fascinated me the most is: he always stayed with his troops. Hard pouring rain, frozen snow, knee-deep mud, wet soggy clothes and all. He stayed and fought with them."
Jorge nodded deeply, absorbing what was being told. "And how did his men treat him?"
"They treated him like a devout son to his father. They followed him willingly even in the hardest of fighting. Even when the losses were high, his men never gave up out of respect for their beloved leader."
The Lord of Three Hills'' face brightened up, and he humbly said, "There''s so much to learn."
"Even I''m still learning," Lansius said. Then, inspired by the story he had just recounted, he looked at his squire. "Sigmund, let someone else walk my horse. Today, I''ll walk with my men."
Seeing this, Lord Jorge announced, "Then I shall join you. Let me walk by your side."
The men in formation closest to them were thrilled, and the news quickly spread from the column nearest to them to the furthest. Soon, all the troops were excited, and cheers erupted from both armies at this show of solidarity.
The only dissent came from the Baroness, who rode up to Lansius. "My Lord, you promised to ride beside me."
"Apologies, My Lady, but I think I''ll march, at least for this day," Lansius responded.
"But you''ll get-"
"I''ll be fine. I''m feeling good," he reassured her.
Audrey shook her head and massaged her temple before quickly dismounting. "Then, I''ll be walking as well."
The Lady''s deration prompted even more cheering from the troops, who found this situation particrly funny but encouraging.
"You can''t," Lansius objected.
"Why not?" Audrey asked firmly.
"You might be expecting," Lansius blurted out.
The statement hushed the crowd. Voices stopped. The staff, the knights, the men—everyone exchanged nces and whispered until someone shouted, "The Lady is pregnant!"
With hoarse voices, the three thousand around them yelled as loudly as they could, celebrating as if they had just won another victory. Other columns heard and joined in, breaking formation to see the Lady they revered. The air was filled with raw jubtion.
Caught in the moment, Audrey could only grin and blush at the overwhelming well-wishes.
Audrey gave him <em>the look</em>, whispering, "But Lans, I''m not sure—"
"We can''t be sure. You can''t be sure," Lansius said cheerfully while shouldering his backpack.
Lord Jorge and his knights could only grin as they watched the situation unfold and felt simrly empowered. Thus, with high morale, the two armies marched to Umbend.
***
Three Hills City
Five days after Lord Jorge and Lord Lansius marched to Umbend, the secret meetings among the city''s powerful men intensified.
"We should wait until we know the oue of their campaign in Umbend," one urged his cohorts.
Facing him was a young gentleman who haughtily replied, "The House that I represent will not entertain such cowardly action. We beseech you all to proceed as nned."
Another person added, "Indeed, we have bribed enough, and they, with no shame, asked for more. I say it''s time for us to reap what we sow!"
"He is right," one eximed as he stood up. "We have all the support we need. The wolf is gone; now it''s time to take the den."
The sound of reason fell deaf against the mor of greed and hubris, masked as glory and honor.
That night, while themoners slept, three hundred men in several groupsunched their coup. One group headed directly to the castle, and another to the gatehouse to prevent news from spreading. The attack took the rxed guardsmen by surprise. Despite fighting courageously, they were betrayed by some of their officers who had been bribed.
Without the ck Knights, the guardsmen were forced to retreat to their holdout, where fighting continued as doors and barred gates were sessively broken into.
As dawn broke, the castle was isted from the city, with only the main keep and its immediate surroundings remaining under the control of Lord Jorge''s loyalists. They fought valiantly, but the betrayal had sealed their fate. Now, the rebels were negotiating with them, offering protection in exchange for surrender.
When this yielded no results, they resorted to threats.
"Do we need to bring your families here? We know where they live," the thugsmanding the attack shouted.
"Wouldn''t it be unfortunate if something happened to your wives and daughters?" another threatened, his words followed by echoes ofughter.
Knowing Lord Lansius still had his men there, the rebels, having secured the gatehouse, sent their forces to round them up.
Little did they know what awaited them.
...
Guest House
"Dame, they''reing for us," Farkas warned, having received thetest intel from his men in disguise who had worked through the night, detecting fighting in the castle and the gatehouse.
Danie exhaled sharply and rose from the crates of bolts on which she had been sitting. "I think it''s time. Ready the men."
Farkas smiled. "With pleasure," he said and ran toward the adjacent stable and other buildings in the vicinity.
Danie calmly prepared her new custom crossbow, and her men followed suit, grins on their faces. "So, stupid. They''re going against the ck Lord with such a half-assed attempt."
That mockery was well-received, and many chuckled as they checked their des and armor.
"It took them long enough to find their courage," one responded as he donned his helmet.
"Five days, I''ve been eating dry rations with little ale, waiting for action."
"The waiting is just horrendous," another Nicopnmented amidst the chuckles.
Danie, d in armor and looking as beautiful as a marble sculpture of a demigod, gazed at the dozens of men who had crammed into the guest house. "You''ve endured shit. I have endured shit. Now, let''s make them all pay."
The men cheered at her simple yet effective rallying cry. Just as their spirits soared, the heavy thud of armored boots silenced the room, drawing all eyes toward the entrance.
A group of men d in imposing ck te armor entered the premises; their presence was unexpected. Yet, as they advanced, the air filled with great anticipation.
And the leading knight delivered on that promise. With deliberate movements, he reached up to remove his hood, revealing handsome yet hawkish features and cold eyes. His slightly curly long brown hair made him look more like a deviant than a model knight. However, the men''s voices swelled in a new wave of cheers, recognizing the face of the formidable Mage Knight.
"Sir Morton," Danie greeted herrade in arms. "So you''ve received the word?"
"I have," came his usual brief and almost cold answer. Then his steely gaze swept over the men in the room.
"My men are ready," Danie reassured him.
A faint smile broke through his otherwise stern demeanor. "Gratitude for the assistance," he said to the Nicopns and Korelians in the room. Then, he added, "Give these traitors no mercy."
Thest word resonated with an ice-cold echo, charged with contained rage. It made the men shudder, yet it also stirred excitement among them. They hadn''t known that the Mage Knight, who was always by Sir Jorge''s side day and night, had been hiding in Three Hills. This revtion meant they now had ample strength to turn the tide of battle against the traitors.
Sir Morton took his helmet from his squire and turned to Danie. "Dame, I meant no disrespect, but may I lead the charge?"
"The pleasure is all mine," Danie replied with a wide smile.
"Don''t stray likest time," Sir Morton muttered.
Danie chuckled, recalling the event in that fateful forest. "You can count on me. This time I have something worth fighting for."
Their exchange did not go unnoticed by their men, who chuckled and grinned with caution.
The coup had thrust the destiny of Three Hills, the Grand Alliance, and Londia into uncertainty. Stray but a little, and not even history would be kind to them. The fate of their brothers-in-arms, along with the future of the region, rested heavily on their shoulders.
Winter of 4425 was still on the horizon, yet blood was set to once again etch the annals of Londia.
***