The year 1465 of the Imperial Calander.
Friday, the Twenty-first of September.
Word has travelled up north that the winds of war are blowing in our favour, having laid siege and conquered several strategic castles! It does bring me great joy to hear such news, if only for the fact that this war possible could end very soon then. There's also the fact that Idano might become larger by this, with the alliance having taken their centre of power.
I hope that the Marshal brings back some treasure and gifts it to the crown, or presents another form of sudden wealth injection to the treasury.
Talking about sudden wealth injection, and I'm excited about this wonderful development.
Some surveyors that travelled the long mountain range to the west, serving as a natural wall to our west. They have managed to find a large deposit of iron ore, meaning we can export more iron ore to fill up our coffers.
There's also the discovery of a magical ore mine in the deep north of Luthern, the amount being able to be extracted is not yet known.
The Greenwich coffers must also be doing pretty good recently, as I have no doubt this newly discovered iron deposit will sit idly by inside Greenwich territory for long.
I also got a letter from dear mother that informed me that my brother has joined the call for arms, and is now marching down south.
I do wonder if my dear brother is safe in the south with the raised levy, fighting for honour and prestige for house Greenwich.
I pray to Vozhos to guide his hand over my brother, keep the boy safe through the great struggle that is war.
I have never been the most physically gifted person within the family, that goes to my brother.
What I do have over my dear brother, and I will always boast and brag about it.
Enough of this, I don't need to dedicate a whole page of my diary to my brother.
The year 1465 of the Imperial Calander.
Wednesday, the Twenty-third of October.
I found a very peculiar letter on my office desk earlier this morning, simple with decent enough handwriting to understand. The letter itself isn't what's uncommon about it, not by a long throw of the imagination. What I saw when I went with my knife through the wax seal, slit it open, as I saw nothing more than an outline of a human hand painted in black.
The letter didn't have any magical enchantments on it, checking it with my pendulum. I found no traces of magical residue on the letter or my office, relieved about this fact.
I have an eerie feeling about this letter besides me, its bizarre and unknown reason for existing to me.
I still have the letter by me right now, lying beside me as I'm writing this. I will ask Spymaster Jacob about the letter tomorrow, and hopefully, get some answers to lay my worrying mind to rest.
The year 1465 of the Imperial Calander.
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Thursday, the Twenty-fourth of October.
I know the meaning of the letter now, and by Vozhos, I wish this knowledge wouldn't be in my head as it makes my bones jiggling into action.
It's a mark of assassination!
It's used mostly by a foul abomination of a beastman assassin guild that operated outside Luthern's border, apparently well known within the underworld for getting business done.
It was only by sheer luck that I'm not much lighter and being prepared for a funeral, simply because I'd gotten thirsty and a guard heard strange noises coming from my room.
From what the guard told me is that he thought the Assassin until he just went out the window, and falling down until bashing of wings were heard.
Wulfbird sent this abomination of a beastman, getting this informed made me want to fall onto my knees and praise Vozhos for I'm alive!
Wait, just wait a minute.
Could Wulfbird and the nobles be holding hands and working together, since it's only gotten worse since becoming more vocal within the shadows as we look into the missing money and asking questions?
It wouldn't be unheard of nobles being in cohorts with criminal syndicates, using each other for their own goals. I would like nothing more than to have the severed heads of anyone that hold hands with beasts, vile servants of Nezul!
As a precaution, if any would-be assassins come again to claim my head. I will begin shuffling between the empty bedrooms of the castle, the second most guarded section with King Phillipe II and Princess-consort Anastasia having their bedchambers close by.
May Vozhos watch over me in my sleep.
The year 1465 of the Imperial Calander.
Friday, the Twenty-fifth of October.
I survived the night, thankfully.
I also managed to get a wonderful nights sleep, the bed being much more comfortable than my very own bed!
After a wonderful bath to scrub the filth off my body, and get ready for another tedious day of work for the betterment of Luthern. I worked until the lunch bells rang throughout the city, having not noticed that so much time had passed by.
After a wonderful lunch, enjoyed in the comfort of my office. My feet made ways toward the Spymaster's office like a galloping horse, storming my way into the dimly lit stone office.
I explained my hypothesis to him, and the reasoning behind my conclusion. He wouldn't believe it a hundred per cent, remaining sceptical to things in a good thing, but he didn't rule it out either.
I hope he finds proof to confirm my hypothesis, just so that we can end this.
May Vozhos watch over me in my sleep.
The year 1465 of the Imperial Calander.
Monday, the Sixteenth of November.
One could be tricked into thinking that its Mid-winter Night already, but that's still some time until.
The war The Kingdom of Luthern joined has ended, our side was victorious against the Republic dogs!
The sons and fathers of the nation have returned to familiar grounds, and I even got to see my brother.
It's been a long while since I saw my brother, last I remember him he was quite innocent to the world at large. It seems like this war did change him quite a bit, quite for the positive.
He seemed to be more careful with his words, instead of being a blatter mouth that went on for hours on end.
I hope he learned some valuable lessons while out on the aiding campaign.
To change the subject, since I can't write about my brother all the time. Mid-winter Night is slowly approaching once more, and snow has fallen from the skies in large droves.
While I was down in the city to some meeting with the Union of Guilds, a large organization of the many guilds that exist in the city of all craftsmen and artists inside the walls of New Aiev.
I stumbled upon some unusual at the market, something intriguing to look at. As I found something akin to see through balls of glass with something inside it, how they managed to get something inside a ball of glass is a mystery to me.
Of course, like the map so long ago. I bought this small sack of see-through glass balls, thinking it could be a good gift for King Phillipe.
I'm sure he'll like these unusual items I bring.
The year 1465 of the Imperial Calander.
Friday, the twenty-fourth of December.
Mid-winter Night is here, and like the year before, stalls with lots of food and plays were in full swing for the populous to enjoy.
I went from one stall to another as I enjoyed the wonderful food, despite the cold weather.
I kept my stall jumping to a minimum, as to not have some unforeseeable thing happen. As just after an hour after getting out of the castle, I returned.
The rest of the day I spent inside the office and went through a mountain of documents, mostly just copies of transactions and the like to present for his Majesty to be informed at the end of the year.