Chapter 145:
Anton twisted the wooden blade to block Cetina’s strike. Her strike connected, his muscles tensed to hold the blade steady but he managed. Just. Judging by her face she wasn’t using all of her strength.
“You shouldn’t go easy on me.” Anton murmured, resuming his stance and advancing on Cetina.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Cetina laughed, an honest laugh. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a long, long time.”
Cetina dashed to right and slashed at his legs. Anton thrust the wooden sword to the ground just to block the strike, her strength and the poor angle of his sword couldn’t block the strike and both struck his leg. The wooden blade slapped against Anton’s leg, effectively blocking Cetina’s strike. Even if it was an actual sword it too would have blocked the hit though might have left a few bruises. Anton twisted his leg away, spun himself around and swung the sword towards Cetina’s back. The wooden blade cracked loudly on Cetina’s armoured back. She grunted and stumbled forward onto all fours, continuing forward to create some distance and breathing room.
“Better.” Cetina’s hand tapped the back of her armour. “But you still need a lot of work.”
“I keep telling you not to go easy on me.” Anton sniggered.
Cetina’s eye twitched. “Do you want me to actually try?”
“I thought you were.” Anton readied his body. “Otherwise you’re not much of a bodyguard.”
A mere minute later every part of Anton’s body hurt. Cetina had been going easy on him, very easy. Despite everything he had learnt he was nothing more than a complete amateur. For every hit he managed Cetina struck ten times. Never had he been beaten so many times-
Anton dropped the sword, his hand gripping his heart.
“Are you okay?” Cetina dropped her own sword and held his shoulder. “I think that’s enough for today. Are…Can you not heal yourself?”
Anton waved her down. Something tried to force its way through the static, scratch covered memories. After several deep breaths, his heart calmed and his fingers relaxed.
“I’m okay, Cetina.” Anton took another deep breath. “It’s just…Something that happens.”
“Relating to your…” Cetina pointed to his waist.
Anton shook his head. “No. This has been happening long before that. Before I even first arrived in Qaiviel.”
“Let’s have a seat.” Cetina propped his arm over her shoulder. “We’ve got some time before Leo begins moving again.”
As Cetina helped Anton to a simple wooden chair at the edge of the rudimentary sparring field Anton surveyed the camp. Though Leo pushed the men hard, quite justifiably given what the Church of The Holy Father and Harold were inflicting upon the people, there was a limit. They were stopping for a few hours, to gather their strength and allow another force to catch up. While only a few thousand men and a few hundred Knights they would need everything they could scrounge up. Even with the Royal Army Anton worried about their chances, even with his magic. He doubted that Caiden was all they had to play in this game.
“Thanks, Cetina.” Anton patted her arm as she gently let him down. “I think I just need a drink.”
“It’s a bit early for beer.” Cetina squatted before him, smiling in an attempt to comfort him. “But I’m sure you could use some.”
“Just water will be fine.”
“Allow us.” A voice, belonging to an elderly man, spoke from behind.
Alfred, with Duchess Belinda at his side, approached with a large water skin and two rough towels in his hands.
“I thought that you would be advising the king.” Anton gratefully accepted the towel. It was made from rough wool, more than enough to soak the sweat on his face.
“I still am.” Alfred bowed his head as he passed the water and remaining towel to Cetina. “And that’s partially why I’m here.”
“Not just to watch me, someone that could kill an entire army by himself, being beaten up by a one-eyed woman?”
Cetina and Alfred chuckled.
“A little,” Belinda admitted. “But they were far more interested than we were.”
Belinda pointed to a large crowd on the far side of the Sparring Field. Several hundred soldiers, a mixture of mercenaries, militia, heavily armed Royal Army soldiers and even a few Knights, were exchanging small denominations of copper and silver coins, the Knights gold coins.
“I wonder who bet on me,” Anton asked.
“Probably the people that thought you would use magic.” Cetina smiled. “Or that Marble Spear thing of yours. If you used either of those there’s no way I could win.”
“True. But you’d have an actual sword.” Anton motioned for the waterskin. “Then things would have been different.”
“But you can heal yourself.”
“And then you fall into that trance thing of yours and I'm sure you'd find a way to deal with me. You killed a Fire Mage all on your own.” Anton felt the cool water draw the heat from his face and neck. “But we can keep doing this forever. So, what’s happening?”
“Another four thousand soldiers and two thousand Knights will be arriving shortly.” Alfred began. “It’s almost nothing compared to the Royal Army but we need everything. Our horses and Ix will appreciate the rest, if nothing else.”
“No more Church forces?” Anton asked.
“I’m afraid not. The Knights managed to attack some stragglers but they sent those Stitch Soldier things against them. They lost a few Knights but it was enough for the main force to escape. Our scouts report they’ve all retreated to Clausonne. Presumably for some sort of last stand.”
“If they did defeat us there…” Anton rubbed his chin. Cetina outstretched her hand for the waterskin. “Which they’d have the advantage with all of their defences, there’d be nothing to stop them. They’d roll over just about everything.”
“Including your home.” Belinda softly added.
Anton nodded as Cetina sculled the water like a thirsty dog.
“My men are doing their best to remove the Principle Mage threat,” Alfred said. “Many have hidden themselves or have already been killed. Those remaining will either be spirited away or, if they cannot, they will be killed.”
Alfred sighed. “It’s a shame that so many innocents have to die, simply because we can’t get them away.”
“Well…That is the reality of war.” Anton glumly stated.
Alfred frowned lightly. “It sounds like you have some understanding?”
“Not really. Just that war isn’t clean or noble in any way.”
Alfred gently nodded.
“What about your prospects?” Anton looked at Belinda. “I’m sure that you’re going to do well after this.”
“So long as we win.” Belinda smiled. “But I believe that my territory will easily double or triple.”
Anton nodded.
“And if you, Anton, can ingrain yourself better with King Leo.”
“We haven’t exactly spoken much since that whole incident with Caiden.” Anton closed his eyes. “I don’t want to think much more about that thing.”
“Leo is still a young king.” Alfred continued. “And…He’s inquiring about you.”
“Only you two know anything about me.” Anton chuckled. “I guess that makes you rather valuable to the new king.”
“I suppose you could see it that way.” Belinda smiled. “I don’t believe Leo, King Leo, sees many advantages in speaking with me right now, but he wishes to speak with you.”
“He’s very interested in your style of magic,” Alfred added. “He’s been asking the few Principle Mages we have about it and is very intrigued.”
“So is he chasing women again?” Anton wiped away what little sweat was left. “That’s what I’ve heard from the other soldiers and mercenaries. Though it sounds like they don’t exactly dislike the attention.”
“Having the King’s child would ensure an extravagant lifestyle.” Belinda mused. “However there is no way that person would ever become a Queen. Leo will need all the support he can get, and marrying some common woman would only annoy the nobles. They might even plot to kill her and the child.”
Anton stood up. “While that is very tragic and disheartening is there any particular reason why you’re telling me this? Is he looking for alliances from afar? We don’t exactly have nobility in Atros.”
Anton glanced at Cetina. “And I don’t exactly feel comfortable selling anyone to secure some sort of alliance. Alliances should be stronger than just marriage…Effectively some sort of glorified hostage…”
“That’s not up to us,” Alfred said calmly. “But he does want to speak with you.”
“Alright.” Anton took the towel and water skin from Cetina. “But the young King isn’t going to get his hands on anyone from Atros.”
Cetina smiled and gave a curt nod. Alfred and Belinda manoeuvred through the sprawling camp, avoiding the larger, busier sections. Cetina grumbled lightly as they passed the prostitute’s quarters, protected by many soldiers. They didn’t prevent anyone from entering, even if they looked just shy of fourteen, their presence was merely to ensure order. Anton saw one of the prostitutes and thought the young boys could do better. Perhaps it was better this way, at least if they died they would be able to claim they’d slept with a woman.
Alfred stopped them before a large and ornate tent, the symbol of the Qaiviel Kingdom, a wolf’s head surrounded by a wreath, proudly on display on a flag flapping in the light breeze. Black Rider Knights stood at attention, in full armour with their weapons drawn, in a ring around the large tent. Behind those archers stood ready to strike anyone approaching. Anton noted a large gap had been cleared around this Command Tent.
“Leo is inside,” Alfred said. “I hope that you handle yourself well.”
“You’re not coming?”
“No. He asked for you…But I’m sure that Cetina, your bodyguard, will be allowed to come with you.” Alfred chuckled. “I’m sure that Cetina is to be the least of his concerns.”
“If he tries something it won’t just be my magic.” Anton smiled at Cetina. “I know that she can throw a mean punch.”
Cetina smiled faintly and returned a nod. The Black Rider soldiers moved to the side and allowed them passage. An open and spacious interior greeted them; a large table lay in the middle with several chairs, to the side plates of food and drink and a small bed surrounded by small wooden and white cloth dividers.
“King Leo?” Anton said loudly.
“One moment.” Leo’s replied from behind the partition.
Cetina gave Anton a glance as a young black-haired woman emerged from behind the divider, her short hair rough and her exposed skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her black clothes, evidently a Page or Squire from the Black Riders, were dishevelled and buttoned incorrectly. She barely made eye contact, bowed her head once and left. The soldiers outside did not stop her passing.
“Is it alright to just let her go like that?” Anton asked, moving to the table. “You shouldn’t just kick someone out just because you’re done with them.”
“She asked me,” Leo said calmly. Anton could hear the ruffling of clothes. “I’ve never forced any woman.”
“I’m sure being a prince, or a king, helps.”
“Perhaps.” Leo emerged, wearing loose clothing similar to the girl. “But I’ll never know either way.”
“I was told that you wanted to speak with me.” Anton glanced at Cetina. “I’m sure it was something more than just recounting conquests.”
“Indeed.” Leo ran a hand through his hair, trying to straighten the tangled mess. “Please, have a seat.”
Anton took his while Cetina remained standing behind. As Leo moved to the table of food and drink Cetina kept her eyepatch covered eye on him. Leo didn’t know that her vision wasn’t diminished in any way.
“Up until now, I’ve been concerned with reaching Clausonne as fast as possible.” Leo stopped pouring three glasses of wine. “And before my sister.”
“You certainly share some animosity.”
Leo said nothing as he passed the glasses out. Anton made sure that his poison immunity was active, and on Cetina. Satisfied he took a sip. Again the nobility of Qaiviel picked good wine. Where were their vineyards?
“Not particularly.” Leo flopped into the chair. Right now he didn’t seem like a King, rather a slovenly prince. “I just don’t want half of my kingdom taken away from me.”
Leo sipped at the wine. “Still…I don’t actually have my Kingdom yet.”
Something clicked in the back of Leo’s head. His face contorted lightly as he righted himself, buttoned the few loose buttons and sat upright. He still looked a little less than a King but far more respectable.
“I wanted to know more about you, Anton. As someone that…set off this chain of events.” Leo raised his hand. “I understand that there was no intention to start a civil war. But…”
“We did just sort of arrive with Duchess Belinda.” Anton chuckled. “What do you want to know?”
“The magic that you use. It’s not like what our Principle Mages use. They told me it was something called Glyph Magic. They told me it was extremely versatile.”
“It is. But there are limits.” Anton placed the glass on the table. Cetina had left hers full as she placed it next to Anton’s.
“Creating fire and lightning magic with such ease…” Leo chuckled. “Looks like Belinda did well in finding a Master in Glyph Magic. Something I’ve been told is almost extinct. Certainly in Qaiviel and Bebbezzar. And she managed to find multiple users too, if what Alfred and Marcus have told me is true.”
“More the other way around. We found Duchess Belinda during our travels.”
“Some sort of pilgrimage?” Leo raised a brow. “The Principle Mages of Qaiviel have to leave the capital to prove themselves in their field. Usually, it’s to kill a dangerous creature or some gruelling task.”
“Something like that.” Anton sipped at the wine again.
“Do…” Leo tapped the table. “Do you know anything about resurrecting the dead?”
Cetina’s body tensed. Her hand tightened into a fist, the other hard onto her sword. Leo saw but didn’t appear worried in the slightest.
“I have spoken with the few Principle Mages we have with us.” Leo continued. “Your magic can do things theirs simply cannot, not without generations of study and trails while you can simply beseech the Old Gods. At least that’s what they say.”
Anton smiled. “They wanted to prick and prod me after that battle. See what I have to offer them.”
“And?"
“Not much.” Anton nodded at Cetina. “Cetina didn’t like them getting too close.”
“You never know if they have a hidden blade.” Cetina frowned. “No one would suspect a robbed mage to be an assassin.”
Leo nodded. “True…I also heard from some of my men that you were able to heal grievous wounds with ease. Wounds that our Life Mages would have had great trouble with, or required teams so they wouldn’t be drained.”
“It is something that I can do.” Anton nodded. “But I think I just have a much larger reserve of mana. I am still learning how to use it skilfully. But if you’re talking about what I think you are, Necromancy, I’m going to have to decline. It won’t be anything like you desire or hope.”
Is there an Old God of Souls or Death? Some old man dressed with flowing black robes with a scythe?
Cetina’s fingers flinched at the mention, something Leo saw.
“While I haven’t seen it myself I have it on good authority that trying to bring a single person back only results in monstrosities. And that’s if you have the bodies.” Anton tapped his glass. “I have no interest in bringing someone back to torture them or because they are missed. Let the dead rest…I think they’ve earned it after everything they’ve been through.”
Perhaps the God of Time and Prophecy might be able to help. Though if he has the power to turn back time that far…Why would he be allied to Nithroel and not just leader and ruler outright? If you can see the future what could possibly harm you?
"We've seen necromancy first hand." Cetina murmured. "It wasn't...good."
"It was just a thought.” Leo gently rubbed his neck. “My father was innocent in all of this. Even though he didn’t keep an eye on Valérie…”
“You also wouldn’t be king,” Anton said softly.
Leo sighed. “Indeed. I thought I wouldn’t become King for some time. Perhaps ten or so winters, more than enough time to get to grips with how to be a good ruler.”
Anton glanced out the tent. “Seems like you’ve done a good job so far.”
Leo chuckled nervously, slinking down his chair slightly. “I guess you weren’t told of my…Indiscretion.”
“Is this something you want to share with a mercenary you barely know?” Anton raised a brow. “I’m no King but I think that would be a bad idea for your reputation.”
“I’m sure Marcus and Bernard would say something.” Leo shrugged. “I found a Mayor’s wife rather irresistible…And her daughter...”
Cetina murmured something under her breath.
“Were you caught?” Anton asked.
“No. But it was close.” Leo shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll be going back there anytime soon.”
Leo quickly grew irritated and restless with the silence that followed. He rebuttoned his shirt and straightened his hair but couldn’t think of something to say, though Anton knew that he wanted to talk about something. His eyes finally rested on a small table to the side.
“Do either of you want some food or something else to drink? We have quite the selection.”
“I’m fine.” Anton glanced up to Cetina. She eyed some of the meat off greedily. “You can have some if you want.”
“What?” Cetina almost appeared ashamed.
“Go on.” Anton bumped the armour on her thighs. “You’ve earned it. After that beating you gave me.”
“You let your bodyguard beat you?”
“Of course.” Anton chuckled, giving Cetina another push. “It’s the only way I’ll learn.”
“If you say so. I am actually quite hungry.”
Cetina dashed to the table. Leo's eye’s followed her rear, it flicked away when he saw Anton staring at him, somewhat annoyed. She returned a few moments later with her mouth full of food, a small drumstick of chicken in her free hand.
“Well, that’s certainly different,” Leo smirked. “I’ve never liked the noblewomen. Something about them is just…unappealing to me.”
“I think I understand.” Anton smiled at Cetina, who raised a brow.
“They’re all so…refined.” Leo chuckled. “So damn fake.”
Cetina swallowed the food and glanced at Anton. Her hand shook slightly before she scrunched it into a fist and lightly bumped his shoulder.
“Always smiling and preening.” Leo scoffed. “A mask they all wear, utterly afraid to let it slip for just a moment. It’s like they’re not people. Normally, once you get to know them they’re complete bitches and harlots. Their mask has become who they are. Unable to separate that world and reality. That’s why I preferred the maids and kitchen staff, even when I wasn’t sleeping with them.”
Leo finished off his wine. “They’re actual people. Not some…prop. Just to look at.”
Anton glanced to Cetina. “I know the feeling. The false face. I prefer them being who they are rather than trying to act all dignified.”
“Thanks, Anton.” Cetina smiled while shaking her head.
“That actually brings up a question.” Anton reached for the wine. “What do you plan to do once the war is over?”
Leo raised a brow.
“If we win, which I certainly hope we will, you will be left with control of an entire kingdom. A kingdom that will be recovering from a civil war, even if the devastation isn’t too dramatic so far.”
“Indeed.” Leo nodded. “The cities and villages we pass are still filled with people and goods, though they know something terrible is coming.”
“If we lose there will be. But I was thinking more along the lines of stability. The people will be looking to you, as will the nobles that didn’t side with Harold and the Church, the ones with their heads still attached, as a sign of strength. And if you spend all of your time…having young available women chasing you.” Anton nodded towards the direction the young woman had given flight. “They might not see you as the King Qaiviel needs.”
“Are you telling me how to be king?” Leo raised a brow. Judging by his tone he wasn’t offended, not yet at least. “I currently have three people telling me what I should do. Most of it makes sense…”
“Perhaps.” Anton smiled. “But I don’t want Qaiviel to become a place of turmoil. I need as much stability as I can for what I have planned.”
“And what would that be?” Leo smiled, leaning forward. His hand brushed against the glass, tilted but righted without spilling a drop. “What plans does the mysterious Glyph Mage brought by a noble on the eastern edge of the Qaiviel Kingdom have?”
“Those are my own, for now at least. But I can assure you that it will benefit you, and your kingdom, a great deal.”
Leo gently rubbed his arm. “I have actually given it some thought. Well, my advisors have. They suggest someone from the Retora Family. You wouldn’t know them but they are a very powerful family in Qaiviel; they own considerable land and forces in the south-east, but they have yet to choose a side. So they suggest marrying one of their daughters to ensure their aid.”
“But you intend to take the capital before your sister reaches it. I’m sure she has a plan to deal with the defenders. And your current numbers, of course. It’s not like you don’t have significant forces now with the Royal Army now backing you.”
Leo glumly nodded. “I don’t have any intention of marrying one of those Ogres.” Leo stuck out his tongue. “They look like some of the soldiers…And with bigger beards…And fewer teeth.”
“That’s why I despise political marriages.” Anton leant back into the chair.
“But I should still think about the future.” Leo’s eye locked with Anton. “Tell me. Where you come from, a place where Glyph magic is practised to such a degree one could call you a master…What sort of nobility do you have?”
“Honestly, none.” Anton received a look from Cetina. “But, if you had to say that someone is a noble than it would probably be me.”
“Speaking of, where are the other two?” Leo glanced about. “The silver-haired one and the woman wearing the mask?”
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“That would be Verona and Kal. Currently, they have other duties but they will be involved in the battle for Clausonne.”
“And yet they were here just before…” Leo rubbed his chin. “I’m sure there’s some interesting explanation as to how. Magic, magic can be so versatile.”
“I’ve found there are some limitations.” Anton summoned a small fireball. “I can do this easily. Creating those Fire Imps and Lightning Crows is a little more difficult.”
Leo leant back into his chair. He looked to the ceiling deep in thought. “I spoke with…How did you manage to acquire a clanswoman from the Silver Eagle clan?”
“I didn’t acquire her.” Anton pushed his rear back to straighten up. “I believe that several generations ago some of their blood was forcibly left behind. So she, and her parents, have always had that appearance.”
“Having someone like that-”
“And she’s my wife,” Anton said curtly.
Leo nodded once. “I see…”
Again the room fell silent.
This meeting has been very strange. Why did you call us here again?
Leo slapped his thighs. “I'm glad I'm having these little faux pas before I become king. If I'm wearing the crown everyone would have to take my words far more seriously.”
“If you met people in a casual setting.” Anton motioned to the interior of the tent. “I think they'd be more than willing to let a little slip here and there go through. Especially since you didn't know.”
Leo nodded. “So long as they are understanding. Though that wouldn’t work everywhere. My father told me that the Bebbezzarian Royal family was very...How would you say it? Traditional, I suppose? They followed every rule and protocol to the letter.”
“They're gone though, aren't they?”
Leo's gaze wandered to Cetina. Though her facial features didn't place her as a Bebbezzarian, only those from around Thessos had dark maroon hair and during Anton's brief visit there wasn't a unifying archetype, her colours clearly denoted her origin.
“Yes. Yes, they are.”
“Do you know anything about what happened?” Cetina asked softly. “As a royal, you might know more than we do, though we haven't exactly been trying to discover what happened.”
“I believe their royal guard turned on them.” Leo began. “At least in the beginning. After that, the capital descended into chaos, with all the minor lords and noble families vying for control. Even across the border, right now, there are four small lords battling for control. Marcus is worried it could spill over, plunder our lands for loot and plunder. But as to why it all started I simply do not know. Money is the most likely reason…Though our circumstances have almost nothing to do with that.”
Leo smiled bitterly. “At least I don't think it has anything to do with what we're facing. I certainly hope not.”
“But it will be when you've won.” Anton shifted in his chair. “I know that Kings, and Queens, should sacrifice much of their own happiness for the good of the people. Although you may have to marry one of these Orgres's to maintain the realm I'm sure that your dalliances won't stop.”
Leo's eyes flicked to Cetina.
“But you can forget about that one right now.”
“I would never do something like that.” Leo forced a smile. “Especially to someone that saved us from Caiden, or whatever that thing was called.”
You did try to bed a mother and daughter at the same time. Almost impressive, if you weren't trying to gather support for a rebellion. Your reign might be short-lived if you dally in the wrong areas.
“That does, sort of, bring us to a point that concerns me greatly. Several points, actually.”
Leo raised a brow, refilling and sipping at his glass.
“What was the initial purpose of this Crusade?”
“To kill the heretics and heathens brewing in strength in the ruins of the Kar Kingdom.” Leo frowned, holding his chin in deep, contemplative thought. “Are heretics and heathens really the same thing? No. No, I don't think so.”
“To be blunt, I want you to acknowledge that land as mine.”
Leo raised a brow to his words. “That is where you come from? A dead land? I suppose that makes sense.”
“It will certainly add to my mystique. But that is one thing I will not argue or negotiate over. Those lands are ours. To do with what we please. If you have any intention of claiming or settling them we will go to war. And I can assure you that it will end very, very badly for the both of us.”
Leo sat perfectly still, stunned by Anton's direct words. It might have been a little too direct but any thoughts needed to be cut off here and now. Anton highly doubted they hadn't already thought something similar about his origins.
“That...Can easily be avoided.” Leo quickly regained his composure. “I can tell everyone to remain this side of the Accursed Forest. Actually, saying nothing might be better since no one has tried to venture through yet, right?”
“Only one.”
“I presume that was Duchess Belinda and...” Leo smiled. “Well, this is one of the easiest problems to solve. We simply won't do anything. Ah, to be a prince again.”
Though Leo laughed Anton saw how forced it was, the lack of the curled lips and wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. Anton's words had unsettled him greatly.
“I certainly hope so. I do not wish to come to blows with the future King of Qaiviel.”
“So long as we win. Perhaps I should say that I'll marry one of their daughters? It can't be that bad, right?”
“I will have to leave it to your judgement.”
“There's got to one in that family that's passable.” Leo tapped the table with both hands. “Just one. Even from a lower part of the family. Actually...I need to speak with someone that knows more about them. I'm sure Marcus or Alfred will know something. Bernard doesn't know too much other than fighting...He did know...Hmm. Perhaps I'll have to think more highly of him.”
“So long as it helps you in battle, or afterwards. I doubt they'd be able to mobilise many forces for the upcoming battle.”
“True. We'll have to make do with what we have.” Leo drunk heavily at the wine, perhaps to supress the dreaded thoughts of an unwanted political marriage. “And the other things?"
“What happens to The Church of The Holy Father in your lands? Lila sounds like she might want to keep it going, though that might be just that man, Terill I believe it was, trying to maintain his position.” Anton shrugged. “Maybe he believes that something can be salvaged from it.”
Leo shook his head. “After what they’ve done…I don’t think the good people in The Church of The Holy Father, and I have no doubt that there are some, but they don’t need that faith in order to do their good works. And if they need that structure to do the right thing then they’re really not that good to begin with.”
“Are you a follower?”
“Me? No. No, they certainly tried but simply wasn’t interested.” Leo shrugged. “I was far more interested in chasing women than listening to their boring words. Perhaps that saved me, at least that time.”
“You’ll need something to replace it.” Anton leant back into his chair. “The people have had an organised religion for some time. If you don’t find something to replace it they might discover something on their own. Something that might prove to be detrimental to your reign.”
“What about yours?” Leo asked. “Do your Gods offer something that could be useful to the people?”
“Perhaps. But I do not know their scripture.” Anton smiled. “I was more given this power without a proper indoctrination into their practices. We would need to find their books and words. I’ll ask someone, someone that might have access to their scripture, and see what they can find.”
“That’s slightly annoying.” Leo held his chin. “Perhaps we will just have to see how things transpire. The people might just have to focus on improving their lives in the present rather than after we’re dead.”
No mental excuses to not to the right thing in this life, nothing to hide your guilt behind.
“And the other?” Leo raised a brow. “I can’t imagine what it might be.”
I wonder how he’ll react to this.
“How…What do you think of some of the people’s that the Church consider less than worthy? Like,” Anton lazily rolled his wrist in the air. “Say for instance, the Beast-kin?”
Leo frowned lightly, staring into the wine filled cup. “Those creatures are strange. They’re very strange, but I don’t think anything of them. They’re just slaves, after all…”
At least he’s not openly hostile to their very mention. If we come to their aid later, with Beast-kin as part of our forces, he shouldn’t be too alarmed.
“But you’ve seen them yourself?”
“I have.” Leo nodded. “But only once during a diplomatic visit to Seocuria. They weren’t a focus of it but I did see them.”
Leo shrugged. “They really don’t concern me. But I did feel a little odd looking at them. Why do you ask?”
“It’s-”
The tent flap behind them opened, Bernard and Marcus stepped through.
“My King, Lord Anton. Are we interrupting something?” Marcus asked. Bernard simply kept his attention focused squarely on Anton.
“No. No.” Leo stood up. “Just a brief chat about a few things, things that I didn't understand.”
“Things?” Marcus suppressed a smirk. “I'm sure Castor told you what topics to avoid.”
“Yes...Yes, he did.”
And you still brought it up.
Marcus tapped the metal pommel of his sword, jangling with the rest of his metal armour. “I'm afraid, Anton, that we must discuss the final plans of the siege of Clausonne. Taking that city will require more than just throwing men at the walls, such is the Clansmen strategy.”
“Didn't you just say...” Leo trailed off underneath Marcus's intense stare.
“Hopefully Alfred's plan has dealt with the mages,” Bernard growled. “Otherwise we're in trouble.”
“Nothing from your sister?” Anton idly asked as he rose from his chair.
“No.” Leos smile was devoid of all emotion. “That will be all, Anton. Thank you for speaking with me today. I know it was not the most productive but I’m glad to know that we will not come to blows in the future.”
Before either could say anything Black Rider Knights descended upon them and, almost, forcibly escorted them out of the tent, much to the annoyance of Marcus and even Bernard.
If this is how petulant he's going to be just talking about her...Is he going to try and kill her the moment he sees her? Fastest way to guarantee he gets all of Qaiviel.
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Anton and Cetina said nothing until the Black Rider Knights were long gone. None had spoken a word during their travel, bowed once and left them at their tents. The few nearby watching couldn't understand their awkwardness.
“That was…” Cetina scratched her head. “Interesting.”
“It was, wasn’t it?”
“Didn't expect a King to think I was some sort of noble,” Cetina said oddly proudly.
He thought you were a bodyguard...Perhaps a lower noble pressed into service?
Cetina’s smile slowly faded. “But I’m thinking…”
Cetina lightly slapped her cheek. “Would you like to have another spar? I feel like I need to, get some of this energy out of me.”
“Do you want to have a try with actual weapons?” Anton asked, Cetina rested a hand on the pommel of her sword. “I know you won’t do anything to hurt me but I should know how to feel the proper weight in my hand. Wood just can’t compare to steel.”
“You only have a dagger.” Cetina chuckled. “Enough to keep you safe against an intruder but not in an actual fight.”
Anton shrugged. “I’ll borrow one. I’m sure someone’s got an old one they can lend to the travelling Glyph Mage.”
“I’m surprised that no one’s trying to sell you priceless weapons.” Cetina drew her sword. After a single practise swing a frown creased her forehead. “They might think you’re stupid and just going to buy…I’m not liking this.”
“Something wrong?” Anton looked to the sword as Cetina held it flat, lining her eye along the blade.
“It feels off.” Cetina shook the blade back and forth. “Something’s wrong with the handle. It’s bouncing with each swing.”
Cetina swung the sword and stopped suddenly. The blade bounced slightly, even Anton saw the strain coming from within the handle.
“It could break and then I’d be left without a weapon.” Cetina smiled at Anton. “And unlike…Unlike you three I don’t have any magic.”
Cetina ran her gloved fingers over the edge. “Getting a little dull too.”
“We could get it repaired here.” Anton idly said. “Besides, having a walk could be good for us. Clear our heads.”
Cetina nodded. “I just really need the handle fixed. I’ll have to get it repaired in Clausonne.”
“A better sword?” Anton asked. Cetina’s body hardened. “I’m sure we could get a stronger blade.”
Cetina’s hand gripped tight. “Perhaps there are better swords and weapons out there but this means…Means a lot to me.”
“I don’t mean to tell you to sell it. Verona and Kal still have their original weapons, just in storage for now. Verona can’t exactly use two spears or Kal two bows.”
The small war camp smithy wasn’t difficult to find. It wasn’t much, smaller than Johnathan’s smithy and probably less well equipped. However, it served its purpose well; basic repairs and the creation of arrowheads and other small miscellaneous items. Large burly men worked over small hot piles of coals, the strange spider-shaped metal construct lying buried in the red lumps of coal, to smash the stubborn metal into shape. A large line of soldiers waited to use their services. Those of a higher social rank, those with brighter and more resplendent armour, tried to push forward but a small band of Blue Firestorm and Black Rider Pages and Squires kept them in line. Two of the Blue Firestorm men recognised them and ushered them to the front. A Smith, busy with repairing some heavily damaged chain mail, was called away to help them.
“Yes?” The Smith asked gruffly, rubbing his dirty coal covered hands onto his thick apron and shirt. He frowned at Cetina. “You shouldn’t bring a woman to a battlefield. Do you know what happens to women soldiers if they’re caught?”
Anton smiled. “Cetina can handle herself better than most people. Given a bit more time I think she could take down one of those Knights-”
“Surely you didn’t have those idiots call me away from my work just so you could charm her.”
Anton glanced at Cetina. “It would be very like you to be impressed by me extolling your martial prowess.”
Cetina scoffed, but she was more than happy to be praised. The smith’s eyes conveyed his rapidly diminishing patience.
Anton motioned for Cetina to pass over her sword. “We need this sword repaired.”
“Please be careful,” Cetina said softly. “It’s all that I have left of my father.”
You also have that Ghlyirl box. But it did cause me to have some changes…
“Well…” The Smith studied the blade. “I suppose it’s not too bad. A few chips, nothing too serious, no obvious cracks...but the handle needs a lot of work.”
The Smith lightly picked at the small leather bands forming the handle. Two fell apart with only a light touch.
“If you’d used this…” The Smith nodded. “This won’t take long. Do you want to replace it or just fix it?”
“Replace anything that’s damaged. But I’d like everything that can be kept…”
The Smith gave a final nod and returned to his area, moved the mail shirt to the side and began working on the sword’s handle.
“How much do you think we’re going to owe him?” Anton asked.
Cetina frowned lightly at the sword.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m…” Cetina’s lip curled up in annoyance. “Do you think that myself and Rasha will be enough? As bodyguards?”
“What do you mean?” Anton asked, keeping his face flat and serious.
Cetina waved to the lines. “If they decided to attack you, and I was actually ready, what good could I do?”
Cetina pointed to his gloved hand, the hand covered in three small Glyph marks. “That I could do before you just struck them with that?”
“For…” Anton stopped himself, now was the time to be serious. “I would still need your help, especially if they can deflect magic or if there’s simply a lot of them.”
“I see…”
“But.” Anton raised his hand. “You are the Captain of my guard. So, what do you think?”
Cetina held her chin. “Well…” Cetina eye glanced to his face. “I think there should be a few more. Rasha and I can keep you safe from anyone trying to attack you in melee. But a few people that could fight behind in, with bows or magic, would be good. Extra, of course. I understand that Verona and Kal can fight well but more would be better. Make the journey safer, especially ones that can travel in human lands. Since that’s where I think we’ll be going for a long time.”
“Those Dark Elf twins, if they could use bows, would be ideal.” Anton nodded. “I’m sure Kal can teach them…I’m surprised that they hadn’t been taught, given how every Dark Elf I’ve seen can use the bow.”
“Is that why?” Cetina smirked. “Or is it just because they’re both cute?”
“Are you jealous?”
Cetina laughed. “At least they have both of their eyes…”
The Smith returned, shaking his head. “It’s a little hard to work with you two flirting, but I’ve found the problem.”
He held the sword in his hand, the pommel completely unravelled and loose.
“There was something inside the handle.” The Smith frowned. “I don’t know where you got it but you should tell them that they shouldn’t leave stupid things like this inside. The little teeth cut away at the material from the inside over the winters. You’re lucky it didn’t break in a few days’ time. That would have been the end of you.”
The Smith picked a small piece of metal from the bundles of damaged leather. For a moment Anton thought it was a broken piece of the sword, the piece of metal that extended through the handle, but it was a much darker metal. A metal with strange hexagonal white markings covering the dull metal. Ghlyirl. A Ghlyirl key.
Cetina let out a tiny whimper as she took the small key. It was the perfect size for the Ghlyirl box.
“He…” Tears began to flow down her face, leaking out from beneath her eyepatch. “He trusted me with it. Even after…”
Cetina stifled her tears. The Smith said nothing as Anton held her shoulder. Cetina gripped his hand tight as the strength began to leave her legs. The mere implication that she was entrusted with something so important, even after her father’s mental corruption, was simply too much.
“I didn’t know…” Cetina’s face scrunched tight in an attempt to stop her flowing tears.
Her body crumpled as she began to cry, uncontrollably. The Smith looked rather concerned, especially as the gazes began to focus on him.
“Fix the sword please.” Anton took both of Cetina’s hands. “I mean the handle. Make sure it’s done well.”
“R-Right.” The Smith quickly retreated as Anton gently pulled Cetina away from the smithy,
Cetina wasn’t wailing but was just a few moments from every barrier just breaking. Anton found a semi-secluded place and something for Cetina to sit on. She accepted his help and sat on the rickety wooden crate, refusing to relinquish her hold as her legs began bouncing uncontrollably. Anton said nothing as her cries and tears slowly began to abate.
“I thought…” Cetina shook her head. The small key remained in her hand, crushed against Anton’s. He didn’t want to interrupt her.
“I thought that…” Cetina released her hold, wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. “I thought that I wasn’t wanted. After they arrived.”
“Did your father give you that sword before or after they arrived?” Anton asked softly. Cetina’s cries had attracted some attention. When they saw she wasn’t being attacked, and who was with her, they quickly dispersed.
“Before.” Cetina lifted her eyepatch and dabbed at the tears. “Before that. Just before.”
A frown creased her face. “Just a few days…” Cetina’s face hardened. “He knew something was wrong but couldn’t stop it…Promise me something, Anton.”
“Yes?”
“Promise me that when we find Eluria, and we will find her, that you leave her to me.” Cetina barred her teeth. “Sancha’s already dead but she was just her apprentice. Promise me that you’ll leave that bitch to me.”
“So long…” Anton picked the key from her hand. “So long as you don’t lose yourself to anger and rage.”
Cetina tilted her head, the redness in her eyes was fading fast.
“I’m a little worried about what’s going to happen when we hunt down Kal’s father, Rafiki. Just mentioning his name sends her into a panic attack. Marion's not much better. Actually meeting him…I’m just worried that something similar might happen to you.”
Cetina stared at the ground. “I can’t promise that I won’t. The mere thought of her makes me angry. Very angry.”
Cetina flexed her hands and took a deep breath. “But I will try…I promise that I’ll behave myself. But only because you said so.” Cetina scratched behind her ear. “If it were up to me I’d run my sword through her throat just like Sancha. Let her bleed out slowly.”
Anton slowly nodded, a part of him wanted to say something witty but now wasn’t the right time.
“Do you want something to drink? Not wine or beer, obviously.”
“I’m fine.” Cetina brushed her armoured legs. “I just wasn’t ready for that. All the memories came back…Of that bedroom, covered in blood.”
Something flashed over Cetina’s eye. She lunged forward and grabbed both of Anton’s hands.
“Let me practice! Against magic users. I know you don’t use the same magic as they do but I need to learn. Not just running at them with a heavy shield. I don’t know how and if I have to fight against one…Even here. I’m sure that Harold will have mages too.”
“You did well against that Fire Mage.”
Cetina shook her head. “I got lucky. And, if that mage had been any stronger I wouldn’t have won. You saw how strong Ferula is.”
Anton glanced at her hands still holding tight onto his. “The Royal Army has those special shields. I’m sure we could get one. Gold isn’t a problem.”
“And then?”
“And then we can practice.” Anton smiled. “I’ll use small Lightning Bombs, they only hurt but it’ll be good training for you. And for me.”
Cetina relinquished her hold and pulled herself up. “Let’s go get it then. I get to keep my other shield, right?"
“It is yours after all.”
Cetina glanced around, there was no one watching and awkwardly scratched the band of her eyepatch on the back of her head. She refused to look him in the face as she took several more deep breaths.
“Thanks for…” Cetina rolled her hand.
“Not a problem.” Anton snapped his fingers, startling Cetina. “By the way, would you like an upgrade to your armour?”
Anton poked at the holes between her metal plates on her shoulders. “One good hit here and my bodyguard is down for the count.”
Cetina nodded. “Can we get that along with the shield? Would they even sell something like that in a war camp?”
“First things first, let’s get your sword.”
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Cetina flexed her hand, her new armour barely made a sound, even compared to her old less encompassing metal plates. Now she looked almost identical to the other heavily armoured Royal Army soldiers; every part of her body was covered in a mixture of metal and chain mail, beneath that a thick layer of gambeson. A new helmet rested on a nearby table, very similar in appearance to the other full face encompassing helmets that still allowed Cetina significant vision. Cetina looked like a true soldier rather than some cheap militia. Not that Anton would ever dare let that thought pass his lips.
“How does it feel?” Commander Henri asked.
“Pretty good.” Cetina returned a nod. “It’s a lot lighter than I thought it would be.”
“This armour is made by the very best smiths in Qaiviel.” Henri smiled. “Not something that you’d find in some provincial city or town.”
“Can Harold get more of these?” Anton asked. Cetina stepped towards him as she continued to test her mobility. “He has a lot of money.”
“True.” Henri smiled. “But I’ve had the smiths hide and removed the important components. The forges are effectively useless. And it’ll take far too long for Harold to get replacements from Bebbezzar or the Dwarven Isles.”
Cetina stopped a few paces before Anton and smiled, very happy with her new armour.
“It looks a little bit Dwarvish.” Anton tapped on Cetina’s armoured shoulder. “Not that I’m a master at identifying their work…”
Henri nodded. “We have some of their equipment but our work is nowhere near as good as theirs. We also don’t have the money to buy them outright. Some do, but not for everyone.”
“Thankfully we have Balefire.” Cetina smiled.
Anton nodded. “True. How much do we owe you, Henri?”
Henri dismissively waved his hand. “Nothing. You saved many of my men from that monstrosity, Caiden or whatever that creature’s original name was, so this is the least of what we can do.”
Henri snapped his fingers at a young soldier waiting in the corner of the large tent. He bowed his head and left.
“What happened to your…”
“Oh.” Henri smiled. “He fell during the scuffle with Caiden. I am very disheartened by his loss and he will be missed as a great warrior and loyal soldier.”
Anton and Cetina shared a glance.
“I’m…Sorry for your loss.” Anton didn’t speak with confidence, nor was Henri particularly bothered.
The soldier returned with a large shield, a slight blue hue covered the rim, and an arming sword. A blue metal, Chelium, adorned the edges of the steel sword. A cheap but effective way to enhance the strength and sharpness.
“An Enchanted shield.” Henri began. “Made by the Royal Academy of Clausonne. Able to weaken any incoming magic, as well anyone that touches it. So mages really shouldn’t touch it.”
Anton touched the edge of the shield. His mana began to quiver within his body, an utterly disturbing sensation, which lingered for a few seconds after releasing his touch.
“That took some of my magic…” The faint hue hadn’t grown in intensity. “Is your eyepatch still working, Cetina?”
Cetina nodded. “I’ll remember not to touch it with this shield.”
“And the sword is tipped with hardened Chelium, so it’ll cut through just about anything.”
“I’m being showered with expensive gifts.” Cetina glanced at Anton. “No more sweet words and promises, being told that I’m not just a lure…”
Henri raised a brow but allowed the comment to pass.
“I must say, Glyph Mage Anton, that I was surprised to see you, see you both, coming to our section of the camp without King Leo’s…Presence? Shall we say?”
“I’m not planning to move behind his back, if that’s what you mean.” Anton smiled. “In this war, I’m simply a mercenary. But I’m glad that you decided to change sides.”
Henri glumly nodded. “The first thing I knew about it I was being ordered to attack the Black Riders. Now, I might not be the smartest man but I know those stubborn bastards would never betray the King. When I demanded to see King Lambert…Well, you can imagine their refusal. Didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened.”
Henri motioned to his army. “And I’m certain my men are glad to not be charred skeletons either.”
“Thank you for the gift.” Anton thrust out his hand for Henri to shake. “I understand that our paths may not cross again once Clausonne has fallen-”
“I certainly hope not.” Henri smiled. “Not in that way.”
“But if you need our help don’t hesitate to contact Duchess Belinda.” Anton shook Henri’s hand, he wasn’t trying to crush his but the elderly man was extremely strong. “She can get in contact with us.”
“I have a young grand-daughter that is unwed.” Henri smiled. “But I don’t think you’re interested in that. Are there any unwed nobles in this place you call home?”
“Unfortunately not. We don’t have nobles.”
“Not yet at least,” Cetina said softly.
“I intend to create something that doesn’t have nobility…” Anton frowned lightly. “Though I get the feeling that something along those lines is going to happen regardless of what I do.”
Cetina gave a curt nod. “And those close to you, like Jeff, Jonathan and Zac will end up nobles themselves.”
“Perhaps it is inevitable to some degree. But talk to Leo about that Grand-daughter. He has some issues regarding a potential spouse.”
“Already? Seems a bit young to be worrying about that, especially since I know what he’s like.” Henri coughed lightly. “Regardless, ensure that you take proper care of that armour. It’s far, far more expensive than steel to replace.”
“I shall.” Cetina bowed her head.
Henri shook their hands once again before they left. They quickly returned to the sparing fields, still awash with activity, while Cetina had a slight bounce to her step.
“Isn’t going to get hot?” Anton asked.
“I’ll be fine.” Cetina smiled. “I can always drop it if it gets too bad.”
Their previous spot was being used by a group of young militia, barely old enough to grow a motley beard. Anton despaired a little; they were barely adults and yet they would fight and die like everyone else. A White Dog mercenary snapped at them and ushered the young militia away.
“Are they going to be serving on the front?” Anton asked.
The mercenary glanced at the young boys. “Not really. They won’t be on the front, but if the enemy breaches the lines they will. Better that they know how to defend themselves than not.”
Anton returned a curt nod as they resumed their previous positions. Anton summoned a small Lightning bomb, as small as he could without the small mana creation collapsing in on itself, and hovered it in front of Cetina’s new shield. She gave a single nod and Anton threw the small sphere. Cetina braced herself, the lightning bomb exploded but left no damage.
“How was that?” Anton asked. “Did it hurt?”
Cetina lowered her shield and inspected the front. Apart from a few small scorch marks, there were very few signs of damage.
“I wonder if this would have worked against that fire mage.” Cetina wondered aloud.
“You still would have rammed him.” Anton looked at the centre of the shield. “Maybe if we put a spike on this you could use this as a weapon.”
Anton mimicked Cetina using her shield as a weapon. “Could be useful.”
Cetina smiled and gave a tiny nod. She lowered her shield and looked to the young group of militia.
“Are you worried about…” Cetina glanced around, many were within earshot but they couldn’t tell if they were actively listening. “Home? Many in the training fields are quite young.”
“I am.” Anton summoned two small Lightning Bombs. “But it’s worrying that they will have to fight and die in defence of the city. I’m even more worried about my children. I hope that the world will be a little safer for them.”
“No more witches.” Cetina murmured.
“Do you think that little girl is better?” Anton asked.
As Cetina opened her mouth to reply Anton threw both of the Lightning Bombs. Cetina hurriedly raised her shield to absorb the strike. Again there was no substantial damage, perhaps now a little bit of the metal had deformed.
Anton grumbled lightly as Cetina lowered the shield, an angry frown on her face. “I don’t know how well it’ll do against a Lightning Mage.”
“You could have warned me.” Cetina kicked at the dirt. “What if that had hit my face?”
“I made sure to aim at the shield,” Anton smirked. “But that actually gave me a thought.”
“That I’m going to hit you if you do something like that again.” Cetina’s smile barely hid the annoyance bubbling in the back of her mind.
Anton threw another two Fire Bombs, again directly at her shield. Cetina grunted and took the hit. The metal didn’t glow from the heat, like Cetina’s tower shield, but it conveyed some heat.
“You’re going to pay for that.” Cetina cast away her new sword, the Chelium tipped edge cut easily through the dirt as she ran towards him.
Anton threw another small volley of magic, Cetina absorbed them all and continued charging. Even with the armour, she moved incredibly fast and without any impediment. She slowed at the last second but still struck Anton with her shield, throwing him back while Cetina stumbled to the side. She stumbled forward, drew her small dagger and held it against his throat.
“I think I win this round.” Cetina chuckled. “Not if you were being serious.”
“True.” Anton patted her hand. Cetina was able to pull him up with just one hand. “You’re very strong. But I think that’s the best way to deal with Mages. Just rush them, keep them scared. Or snipe them with a bow.”
“Or another mage.” Cetina shrugged.
“True…I haven’t told you about my special project, have I?”
Cetina retrieved her sword and shield. “Does this have anything to do with Verona’s plan?”
Anton laughed. “No. I don’t think Verona understands fully what I want. Kal maybe too…It’s hard to understand something you have no concept of.”
Cetina looked to the ground. “Come on. Let’s keep practising. Today’s been…An interesting day.”
“That is has.” Anton gripped his hands tight as he looked to the west. “But I’m a little worried.”
“About fighting more mages?”
“No. I’m worried about the Stitch Soldiers.” Anton ran a hand over the base of his tail, just above his waist. “About this. How many more of those things do they have in there? Who knows how many are like Caiden.”
Cetina’s face softened as she held his shoulder tight. “I’m not worried. You’ll figure something out, you have so far.” Cetina smiled, an honest beaming smile. “If it weren’t for that I could still be languishing in Graterious. You managed to get me out of that…Even if I was drunk for a little bit, but I know you’ll think of something.”
Cetina lightly bumped his shoulder. She placed down her new weapons and shields and retrieved the two wooden practice swords.
“So, until you do.” Cetina threw him the sword. “We’re going to practice. I know I can deal with weak mages, but I don’t think you can deal with a single swordsman. Even a beginner.”
Cetina pointed her sword at Anton’s chest. “So think of a plan while I’m beating you.”
“We’ll see about that.” Anton readied a stance, knowing full well that his body would be tired and sore exhausted by the time Cetina forgave him.