Chapter Forty-Five: The Wages of Victory
Archfrost was safe.
Two seasons had passed since I returned home and started contending with Belgoroths influence. I had spent months dealing with his Blights, stamping out his cult, and preventing wars that would empower him. A good third of our current generation of Heroes had dedicated all of its efforts towards foiling the Lord of Wrath.
And we <em>won</em>.
In spite of overwhelming odds, we had seeded where even the first generation failed: we had <em>defeated </em>a Demon Ancestor for good. We didnt seal away or dy Belgoroths return, no. Wed truly <em>destroyed </em>him. The Sword of Wrathy shattered, its wielders soul imprisoned inside its remains until it faded away. We had saved Archfrostnay, the <em>world</em>from annihtion.
So why was I in no mood to celebrate?
I want you to understand what you are selling away, I told the man before me. You will never see your arm again.
I understand perfectly. His gaunt frame and priestly robes looked familiar, although it took me a while to recall why. This is not the first time we met in simr circumstances, Lord Robin. Do you remember me?
I think I do, I replied. I remembered my first court session clearly. You are Bishop Sigiv Hranslow. When the Arcane Abbey condemned you for your Reformist views, I proposed to reduce your sentence tomunity service.
And I refused, the man confirmed. My decision cost me months of monastic reclusion, but I do not regret it in the slightest.
I studied him closely. Why are you here? From what I remember, you called Heroes unworthy of worship in your sermons. Why offer your arm to one?
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I still stand by what I said. Heroes are humans entrusted with a duty, not idols to be adored. The man smiled warmly at me. However, their deeds and sacrifices ought to be honored. We could see the fires all the way from Snowdrift, Lord Robin. You were ready toy down your life to save us from evil incarnate, and though I do not worship you, I wish to honor your valor in any way I can.
You do not owe me anything, I countered. Snowdrift was my home. I fought to defend it as any other would have in my case.
Few would have stood their ground against a Demon Ancestor, Lord Robin, the priest replied kindly. Moreover, it is because of your treaty with Walbourg that I was allowed to leave the monastery without facing persecution. I will not leave this room until you ept your reward.
He was quite the stubborn one. I guessed he had to be, to stand up to the Arcane Abbey.
I bowed to his resolve by signing the contract. My mark glowed upon validating the deal. New flesh grew over my left stump. A fresh limb reced the one I had lost to Belgoroths sword, strong and young. I suppressed a pang of sorrow when my benefactor found himself with an empty sleeve. The bag of gold that teleported in front of him didnt feel heavy enough.
Strange, the priest said upon studying my new arm. Why does it not look like my arm anymore?
Its thanks to a wording trick. I purchased your arm, but I explicitly refused to buy its appearance. A subtlety which I had picked upon when trading away peoples wounds. It causes the grafted limb to shift into one that fits the current owner.
Interesting wordy. The priest nced at the bag of coins with disinterest. I do not need your money, Lord Robin. I understand that you need to offer a price to buy my limb, but I am not so helpless as to be unable to work.
Then find a good use for those funds, I told the priest. This country has plenty of orphans who would benefit from an adults help.
I must make a poor priest, to be scolded for myck of foresight. After a moments hesitation, Bishop Sigiv finally swallowed his pride and seized his payment. Very well, Lord Robin. I shall use these funds wisely.
My friend Marika will design a prosthetic for you too. They are no true substitutes for missing limbs yet, but we are working on improving them.
Is this what you merchants call customer support? Bishop Sigiv asked with a wry smile. Do not concern yourself with me, Lord Robin. You will need your hands more than I will.
That may be true, but I still hoped to create a full recement for missing limbs one day. I believed we could create perfect prosthetics in time with Soraseos and Marikas help. If golems could move arms of steel, why not men?
Bishop Sigiv left my hospital room afterwards, leaving me alone. I took the asion to jump out of my bed. My new right leg had been slightly longer than the left one, but I managed to correct that issue by selling an inch of it away. They fit me just like the old ones.
A cloud of white smoke filled my room.
You might be the first Merchant to try to dissuade people from selling you their body parts, Robin, Eris noted upon teleporting in. Half of Snowdrift volunteered for the honor, but you haggled over each one.
Were you eavesdropping? I raised an eyebrow at her in amusement. Isnt it a sin to listen to another priests confession?
Only if you dont keep the secret, Eris teased me back. Can you me me? You wouldnt be the first Merchant in by a hidden assassin. I wonder why you insisted on meeting your volunteers one-on-one.
Because I do not want them to feel pressured, I replied. My new legs and arms bore visible scars where they had joined with my body. A permanent reminder of the gifts others granted me. Trades like these ones should be carried out without any regrets. I wished to buy limbs that would be the least missed.
It had taken me long enough, but I had fully recovered.
Our fateful battle with Belgoroth had left meatose for a while. When I awakened dayster, Id learned that we had been evacuated to Snowdrift for immediate care. Healers and witchcrafters spent enough time purging my body of Belgoroths foul essence that Therese and our allies managed to travel all the way back from the capital to check on us.
How are the others faring? I asked Eris. I knew Marika, Rnd, Soraseo, ire, and Selestine had recoveredenough that they apparently visited me in myabut Cortaner was still in critical condition thest time I checked.
I worried for Colmar the most, however. Whereas Id been lucky to survive with just my limbs cut off, my undead friend had lost his entire body except for his hand. It was a miracle his will endured in this form at all.
Cortaner will make it. Do you know what he told me when Ist visited him? <em>The Goddess condemned me to live with my regrets, Brra. I have made peace with it, and so should you</em>. Eris scoffed. Thats Corty for you. Hell never change.
No, he wont, I replied. I couldnt help but notice that his words to Eris could be interpreted in multiple ways. I admire his resilience. I thought Belgoroth ripping off his Penitent Ones armor would kill him.
That man has survived worse. The first thing he asked for upon waking up was to have the removed chest piece put back on.
I shuddered to even imagine what ordeal could be worse than being beaten to near death by a demonic embodiment of all the worlds fury. At least Cortaner didnt suffer those injuries for nothing.
What happened to the Sword of Wrath? I questioned Eris. Has it been secured?
Lady Alexios has decided to take the fragments to a ce unknown to me, Eris exined. I assume she will seal the sword in a secret Sanctuary and wait for its essence to purify the old Knights mark. Bels soul will remain imprisoned inside until that dayes to pass.
A process that might take decades for all we knew. Do you think he might find a way to escape again?
I dont think so. He has no way of consenting to a trade even if my other self gathered all the swords fragments. Without the flow of wrathful essence fueling his curse, Bels soul is powerless. Eris looked away. He will spend his final years in solitary confinement.
I studied her sorrowful expression. In spite of his atrocities and attempted murder of her, Eris still considered the fallen Knight a friend. Do you regret putting him there?
I regret binding his soul to a sword at all. Eris clutched her staff in her sorrow. Silly as it sounds, I thought that he would be <em>courage </em>itself when I soulforged his sword. I hoped to preserve Bel forever at his best: the bravest Knight I ever knew.
Instead, Belgoroths soul turned to hatred and fury. Unlike Rnd, he had allowed his worst qualities to overwhelm his good ones.
The frontier between valor and madness is often thin, I reassured her. We both gave him his chance to turn back from thetter, and he denied us.
I know. Eris shook her head. Id hoped that he would take the hand I gave him. Instead, he pushed it away and chose to drown.
Redemption is a long and difficult road, Eris. Not everyone has the strength to take the first step. I took her hand into mine with my new fingers. I will help you avoid the pitfalls along the road, if you will let me.
Thank you, oh wise one. Eris winked at me. Your task should be easier, now that you have two arms to hold me with.
Beware, oh wicked nun of unfulfilled desire, one of these hands belonged to a holy man, I teased her back with a mock, dramatic tone. It shall only save the righteous.
Erisughed at my joke, and I found it to be the most beautiful sound in the world. It did notst long. Once she calmed down, she looked at my hands as they held her own.
Robin, she said, her tone solemn.
Yes? I replied.
Ive thought over what you said to me before we fought Belgoroth. Eris gathered her breath. Are you truly ready tomit to me? Even knowing well, <em>everything</em>?
Yes, I replied firmly. If you are ready tomit back.
Then I stand by what I said. This wont end well. Eris chuckled lightly. But I swear to you: I will do my best to help you prove me wrong.
I suppressed augh of my own. What kind of promise is <em>that</em>?
The best deal that you will <em>ever </em>get, handsome, she teased me back. We are in an exclusive contract now. There is no going back.
No, there wasnt. We had entered a serious rtionship now. Come what may, I would see this through the end.
And I wouldnt have it any other way.
You know, I said while drawing her closer, since were alone here, we could
Someone knocked on the door as if on cue, much to my disappointment. I immediately recognized Benis light touch after living with him for so long; the shy boy had visited me each day since he returned to Snowdrift. He entered the room, politely bowed at Eris and me, and then gestured at me with hand-signs.
Your mother wants to see us? I tranted, my brows furrowing into a deep scowl. About Colmar?
She and Selestine must have finished grafting his glove to his new suit, Eris said.
Somehow, Benis worried expression did not inspire confidence in me.
Eris and I followed the child through the corridors of Snowdrifts hospice. Hundreds of wounded soldiers received treatment in its convalescent ward. The stench of blood and medicine choked my breath, and the sight of rows upon rows of beds filled with burn victims filled my heart with sorrow. Our victory hade at a cost.
Belgoroths rampage had left Archfrosts northern armies shattered, with only a handful of the tens of thousands sent to protect Stonegarde returning alive. A set of catastrophic losses. The one silver lining was that the beastmen armies from the north had been simrly damaged and wouldnt be able to muster any kind of invasion for years.
In a way, Belgoroth had ensured peace by ravaging both sides. Neither Archfrost nor its would-be invaders retained any strength left to continue the fight.
Beni guided us to a sizableboratory deeper inside the building. Blood, bile, and other chemicals bubbled away on shelves in between overden bookshelves. Colmar had used this ce as an office for much of his time in Snowdrift, and piles of scrolls adorned with his notes piled up on the cabs.
Selestine, Marika, Soraseo, and ire were already present. All of them appeared to have recovered from the wounds they sustained in the battle, with our Priest covering her wings and scales under her robes. They surrounded a perfect copy of Colmars apothecary outfit, which they hady bare on an operation table. My undead friend very much looked like one of his own patients.
Robin. ire smiled ear to ear upon seeing me. d to see you back on your feet.
They arent my feet, technically, butouch! Marika hugged me so tightly that I struggled to breathe. Marika, youre squeezing me!
Its what you deserve for making me worry so much! Marika replied upon letting me go. She immediately wiped away tears forming in her eyes. Dont frighten me like that <em>ever </em>again!
We were greatly worried forabout you, Soraseo said with a warm and refined smile. The healers thought that you might die in your sleep. Your wounds were severe.
Selestine nodded and joined her hands in a quick prayer. Thank the Goddess, your time has note yet.
You worry too much, I replied with a grin. I was so very d to have such good friends. I couldnt pass on while ire still owes me her braid.
ire grew a little flustered and crossed her arms. <em>You</em> are the one owing <em>us</em>, she protested. You built the <em>Verni</em> using ours and Griseldas funds, and then crashed it on its <em>second </em>flight! I should sell away my Frostfox Company shares at this breach of trust!
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I never advertised the <em>Verni </em>as tomorrows method of travel, I lied through my teeth. It was always meant to be a weapons tform.
You should reinvent airships as dragonying arrows, Eris suggested with glee. Their seized hoard should more than cover the construction price.
Dont give him ideas, Eris, Marika said with augh. One crash was enough, thank you very much.
ire rolled her eyes in silent defeat, while Selestine smiled warmly. What do you say, Colmar? she asked. Did you enjoy your first flight?
The apothecary suit did not move an inch.
Colmar? I asked, a scowl spreading on my face. Colmar, can you hear us?
The silence that followed filled me with dread.
I exchanged worried nces with Marika and the others. I opened my mouth to ask again, when Colmars voice surged out of his apothecary outfit.
I hear you my friend. The awkward pause in the sentences middle reminded me of a dying wheeze. The words were hardly louder than a whisper. I cannot move. This suit does not answer mymands.
Marika didnt hide her disappointment. Did the graft fail? I made sure to seamlessly intertwine your gloves fibers with the rest of the fabric.
The graft was sessful, Selestine replied, a frown forming on her face. However
My eyes lingered on the Alchemists mark on Colmars glove. I could have sworn that it had lost some of its luster.
Robin? Colmars voice sounded awfully resigned. Can I ask you for a favor?
I didnt like his mncholic tone at all. Of course, Colmar. Anything.
I would like you to take me to the Deadgate as soon as you can. Colmar didnt say more for a moment, as if struggling to speak. Please take the journal I lent you with us. I would like you to write down thest entries for me.
My heart skipped a beat at his wording. I wasnt the only one to have picked up on it.
The <emst </em>entries? Marika asked, her eyes widening in shock. Colmar, what does that mean?
I Colmars voice grew weaker. I struggle to speak.
We will let you rest and preserve your strength, Selestine said with a tone that broke no dissent. She turned to Benicio next. Young man, would you kindly look after him for us? I need to speak with your mother and the others.
Beni dutifully nodded and stayed at Colmars side while Selestine took us outside. A frightful, familiar memory crossed my mind the moment she closed the door behind us: that time when a healer announced that my father would not survive the night.
What was that for? ire asked with a frown. Dont tell me
Selestine confirmed what we already suspected. He wontst long.
Colmar was dying. Though I supposed <em>fading away</em> would be a better term for a century-old ghost possessing a suit.
How? Soraseo asked, her fists tightening. How is this possible?
An undead requires an anchor to remain among the living, Selestine exined with a sad sigh. Shambling corpses are trapped in their own decaying flesh, whereas ghosts are tied to items or locations that embody their lingering regrets. Colmars soul is bound to his suit, which Belgoroth damaged and befouled with his cursed me.
But weve repaired the suit! Marika protested. The graft was sessful!
Colmars soul is unfortunately tied to its original parts, Selestine replied, her voiceced with sorrow. Id hoped that grafting the glove onto a new suit would tighten his grip on the world, but it seems that I was mistaken. I suspect exposure to Belgoroths essence has only further weakened him. Truthfully, Im surprised that he hasnt passed on yet.
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There has to be another solution, ire insisted. Cant you help, Robin?
I shook my head. My mark wont validate any trade that involves touching his soul, nor do I think he would like me to fiddle with it. I could try to sell him more years, but I doubt it will work. His time has alreadye and passed.
As much as it frustrated me, I could think of no clever loophole that would let us save Colmars soul from the afterlife. He wasnt a dying man whose wounds I could sell away, but an ancient ghost haunting his own remains. My power wouldnt let me buy or sell his souls connection to his glove, no more than it would have allowed it with Belgoroth.
He hasnt asked us to save him either, Eris noted. He wants to see the Deadgate. No more, no less.
Marika looked at the ground in silent sorrow. Its hisst request, isnt it?
I nodded sadly. A grim silence fell between us. One way or another, Belgoroth would im one final victim.
How much time does he have? I asked Selestine.
Days at most. She looked into my eyes with the utmost seriousness. If he requested that you go to the Deadgate, I would advise you to leave at the earliest opportunity. He may not survive the journey otherwise.
It will be a long trip even if we leave now, ire warned us.
Not so long by flight, I replied while ncing at Marika. Did you keep the prototype airship stashed away?
I did, Marika confirmed. I can modify it enough to house a small group. It will be no <em>Verni II</em>, but it should let us reach the Deadgate in time.
I will visit the Hunter in the northernnds, Eris said. He should guide us through the City of Wrath. Well meet there once you cross the mountains.
I will join you too, ire decided. I said I would go to the Deadgate too, and I owe Colmar that much.
Soraseo nodded in assent, as I expected her to. Selestine alone decided to remain in Snowdrift to help heal the wounded and exorcize thest of Belgoroths influence. She also worried about the beastmen who had survived the Lord of Wraths rampage
Ive heard the soldiers discuss how to best hunt the stragglers. Selestine tensed up as she spoke. She clearly worried for the safety of both parties. I would like to talk with them first. I am certain that many among these beastmen were either deceived by the Knot of Wrath or press-ganged into the horde. If I can talk to them, I should be able to negotiate a peaceful solution.
You should speak with Rnd, ire suggested. He carries no animosity for beastmen and his men adore him. If he asks for a truce, then no man in Archfrost will dare disobey him.
My gaze lingered on Selestines robes. Now that I paid closer attention, it seemed that she folded her wings underneath them like a secondyer of clothes. About the battle
Selestines smile had a dangerous edge to it. Here be dragons, Lord Merchant. Here be dragons.
I see, I replied without probing any further. I was dying of curiosity, but I respected a friends privacy. To each their own secrets.
We kept Colmars, so I guess we can do the same with yours, Marika confirmed.
I would appreciate your discretion on the matter. Perhaps one day, I will be ready to tell you more. But today is not that day. Selestine gave our group a polite bow. I shall pray to the Artifacts to grant you good wind, and the Goddess to ensure your safe journey.
Both prayers would be wee.
Our adventures in Archfrost were about toe to an end.
Once I was discharged from the hospice, I made my way to Snowdrifts ck Keep for thest time. Queen Therese herself came to wee me the moment I showed myself at the gates in all of her finery.
Greetings, Robin, she said with a regal reverence. It warms my heart to see that you have recovered.
You look divine, Therese. I quickly kissed her hand and the golden ring on her finger. But youre probably tired of hearing it all the time.
Far from it. Therese let out a warm chuckle. I will miss your charming ways whenever you leave.
I havent said anything of the sort. <em>Yet</em>.
Weve known each other for half a year, Robin. I can tell our time together hase to an end. Therese tilted her head to the side. She took myck of protest as confirmation of her hypothesis. My husband and I will miss you greatly.
Not enough to try to talk me out of leaving, I teased her. And here I was ready to duel the Knight for your hand once.
Between us, I did my best to set you up with ire, Therese confessed with a sly chuckle. Unfortunately, you both proved ill-matched. At least you found someone.
I suppose I did. Though I doubted Eris would let me put a ring on her finger anytime soon. I dont struggle with finding people I like. Its keeping them in my life thats proving difficult.
Practice makes perfect, as they say, Therese replied with a bemused wink. Know you will always have a ce in Rnds life and mine, should you ever decide to stay in Archfrost.
Thank you, Therese. I bowed at her. Perhaps I will take you up on that offer one day.
Therese chuckled and swiftly invited me inside the ck Keep. The building overflowed with guards since Rnd and his wife temporarily turned it into their base of operation. I suspected the two of them would likely rule Archfrost from here for a few weeks until the situation on the frontier stabilized.
How are you managing the transition, now that ire has decided to abdicate? I asked Therese as she guided me through a stairway to her husbands office.
I admit I was quite annoyed at first, after all the time my husband and I spent to secure her im, Therese conceded. However, part of me always knew it would happen sooner orter. ire was born to ride, not to rule.
On that, we agree, I replied. However, I had the feeling ire wouldntpletely leave Archfrost just yet. The kingdom had stabilized somewhat, but it would remain in dire need of brave knights to deal with the remnants of Belgoroths influence. I know you will do well in her ce.
Snowdrift no longer needs a guiding hand, Robin, Therese said to me. You have made sure of it.
It was such a bittersweet feeling, to see my work soplete that my help was no longer required.
If I may ask, I said. Why did you want to be queen so much?
I assume you mean why did I want a crown more than love? Therese winked at me. Why, because I wanted to turn Archfrost into a vassal to the Everbright Empire. I am a dirty foreign spy sent to corrupt your beloved king after all.
Of course, I replied with a chuckle. And the <em>real </em>reason?
That <em>was </em>my original n. Therese briefly paused as we passed near a window, her eyes observing Snowdrift. However I confess that I have grown more attached to this country than my homnd after spending so many years in it. I wish to see it and its people prosper.
More than the Everbright Empire?
I believe my old homnd and the new can be close friends. Therese chuckled. But only on <em>our </em>terms.
Archfrost would find no better stalwart defender.
Therese introduced me to her office. We found Rnd working there behind a desk, stamping documents while looking bored to death. The King of Archfrosts mood clearly brightened upon seeing me.
You look terrible, Robin, he said upon shaking my hand. Unlike mine, his new one was made of metal and silver rather than flesh. But its good to see you out of bed.
Your Majesty doesnt look too shabby either, I teased him back, my eyes settling on his new hand. I see you didnt waste time recing your lost body parts.
This is a witchcrafter-made prosthesis. Rnd examined his silver fingers. I demanded that they add a hidden de to it.
So it would count as a weapon for your power and thus let you control it seamlessly? I couldnt help but chuckle in admiration. Seeking loopholes already? This proves that you are a true Hero, Rnd.
He learned from the best, Therese teased me. You were a terrible influence on him, Robin.
A fact Therese will not let me live with. Rnd examined my new legs with slight difort. Do they <em>fit</em>?
They fit me well enough. I sat on the desk. Ick your valor, Rnd. Selfish as it sounds, I would have missed that tingling sensation coursing through my veins whenever I flip a golden coin into the air.
You should have seen the lines of people who offered to take on your burden, Robin. Rnd smiled warmly. One of my tutors once told me that a persons worth was determined by how many lives they had touched. You have inspired <em>thousands</em>, my friend.
You tter me. I tried to smile, but for once I couldnt find the strength to. I wont forget it.
Rnds expression soured. I know this expression, Robin. This is the face of a man about to say goodbye.
Im afraid so, Rnd, I confirmed. Eris had already departed for the northernnds, and the others were preparing our airship for departure. We leave tomorrow at dawn. One of us cant afford to wait any longer.
Ive learned about Colmars condition. This is truly a shame. We couldnt have defeated Belgoroth without his help. I and Archfrost owe him so much. Rnd scowled. Is there nothing we can do for him?
There is. I handed Rnd a letter, which I had written under Colmars guidance. He asked me to deliver this to you.
Rnd read the letter alongside Therese. Both frowned the further they read, the former more than the letter.
He wishes me to spare that wench Florence. Rnd set the letter aside in disgust. Is he mad? That woman started the Purple gue that ravaged ournd. The only reason I byed her execution was to gather information on the Knot of Wrath. With Belgoroths destruction, her usefulness hase to an end.
I almost regretted selling him his wrath back after I woke up. It would have made negotiations easier.
I am no happier with it than you are, I confessed. My parents had died because of Florences madness. If I had my say, she would rot in a special kind of hell until death; but I didnt have the heart to argue with a dying friends final request. However, Colmar believes that she could eventually be rehabilitated.
He is the only one to think so. Rnd set the letter on his desk. At least he didnt ask me to pardon her. Why does he care that she spends the rest of her life in prison instead of ten minutes in the gallows?
Because he is a doctor and his purpose is to save lives, even those that used to be his enemies, I replied. Those were his exact words.
Privately, I also suspected that Colmar saw himself in Florence. He too had lost people and suffered prejudice. Perhaps he hoped Florence could learn to deal with her grief and make peace with her sins if given enough time.
Florence is no threat to us anymore with her patrons demise, Therese argued. Alive, she mighte to regret her choices and be a productive member of our society. Death will solve nothing in her case.
Rnd pondered the letters words for a moment before reaching a decision. I will ask Selestine to take care of her. She needs more healers than I can provide her with. Florence will pass from my jurisdiction to that of the Reformists.
A wise choice. Selestine had taken it upon herself to guide Eris and could deal with Florence if she ever returned to her old ways. Part of me selfishly hoped that the fallen apothecary would prove Colmar wrong, but I had given Daltia a chance for redemption. It would have been hypocritical to deny it to another because I disliked her personally.
Your mercy honors you, my husband, Thereseplimented Rnd. Showing a few felons mercy will help us reassure the dissenters in Walbourg that we wont betray our covenant.
Rnd stifled augh. You never miss an asion to find a political angle, do you?
Only because my lords gentleness made it possible, Therese replied diplomatically.
She was more right than she thought. The Rnd Id met for the first time would rather have died than offer a second chance to the likes of Florence. The vengeful prince was slowly maturing into a wise king worthy of respect.
Therese excused herself under the pretense of preparing Florences transfer. I knew it was mostly a polite way to leave Rnd and me alone. The new queen always possessed a keen sense when it came to understanding others motivations, and she could tell we Heroes had private matters to discuss.
Do you trust Eris? Rnd asked me the moment his wife exited the office.
Yes, I replied without hesitation. Why the question?
Rnd looked into my eyes with utmost seriousness. Do you know who she is?
Yes. I narrowed my eyes at Rnd. Do <em>you</em>?
I have my suspicions. Rnd shrugged his shoulders. She took great risks fighting with us and I trust your word, Robin, so I will defer to your judgment.
So Rnd knew the truthhis power must have helped him with itbut he would keep it to himself. Good. I didnt think Eris was ready toe clean to everyone yet.
Thank you. Im sure Eris appreciates your trust too. I smiled at him. You have grown wise, Rnd. You are the Knight who should have been.
Because you helped me rise when I stumbled, my friend. Rnd joined his hands together and studied my face. You are going to hunt down the other Ancestors. I can see it in your eyes.
He knew me well. It was the first Merchant who granted them their immortality, and our battle with Belgoroth proved that I can strip it away. My sessors and I may be the only people who can put them in the ground for good.
If they do not kill you first. Rnds jaw clenched in worry. Do you require my help?
I shook my head. I doubt the n we usedst time will work twice. From what I heard, none of the other Demon Ancestors soulforged items count as weapons, but Ill figure something out.
I trust you to do so. Rnd crossed his arms and pondered my words. I should leave my kingdom in Thereses care and follow you. You are likely to get yourself killed otherwise.
Dont worry, Ive hired Soraseo on as a bodyguard, I quipped before quickly regaining myposure. Archfrost needs a king as much as it needs a Knight. Belgoroth has carved out a path through the mountains and Stonegarde is a smoking ruin. The border between your kingdom and the northernnds can no longer be closed, Rnd. You know what this means.
My subjects will have to find a way to coexist with the beastmen, simply because we have no other choice anymore, Rnd replied with a sharp nod. If we made peace with Walbourg, I am certain that we can achieve it with the beastmen given time.
Not all wars are waged with swords on burning battlefields, I said. Your new battles will be fought with words and in the hearts of men.
It is a war I promise not to lose, Robin, though I would have an easier time winning it with you at my side. Rnd sighed. Where will I find a prime minister of your caliber?
Find a person you trust, and I will sell him the required skills, I joked back. With a friends discount.
Rndughed heartily. You are more than <em>a </em>friend, Robin; you were the best. He took my hand into his own, using the one made of flesh this time. His fingers felt warm against mine. I would tell you goodbye, but I know we will meet again one day.
I hope so too. The sooner the better. Take care, Rnd.
I had made a friend for life.
We discreetly left Snowdrift at dawn.
Marika had expanded the airship prototype by merging it with parts from the shipyard. The result wasnt asrge as the <em>Verni</em>, but it nearly rivaled a caravel in size. We hadnt given the ship a name yet, although I had the feeling we woulde up with one by the time our journey north concluded.
Selestine had fulfilled her promise for good winds. A powerful breeze pushed our airship north towards the snowy mountains and the ds beyond. With luck, we should reach the Deadgate within a few days time.
I disliked farewells of any sort. Those always left a bittersweet feeling. When I watched my hometown shrink away from the skies above, I found myself overwhelmed by a deep sense of mncholy. If my life was a book, then I was doing more than turning the page. I was writing a volumes final words.
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I found Snowdrift a dying port crumbling under the weight of its decay and corruption. Id left it as a thriving city bustling with life. My parents would have been proud. I first came here to disperse their ashes, and I hoped that they would bless thisnd with luck for many years toe.
Therese was right. Snowdrifts people no longer needed my help or ires leadership to prosper. We had given them the tools to seize their own future and they would live up to the asion.
Was this how wandering knights felt once they departed the vige they had saved? A strange sense of aplishment in the fact that they had be unneeded?
I had the feeling that I wouldnt return to my homnd for a while, if at all. Perhaps I would try to visit it again in a few years and witness what fruits ourbor yielded in our absence. For now, the horizon was my frontier.
The City of Wrath awaited us.