Chapter 142

Iron World

Mountain Pass, Camp

The newly introduced Petra bowed her head gracefully. "Please, there's no need to introduce me as a Saint Candidate."

Lady Audrey said nothing but moved aside, allowing Petra to check on Lord Lansius.

Despite Petra's modesty, she appreciated being recognized and treated well. Although young, she understood how nobles could behave, especially when in pain. Due to the propaganda from the Midlandia Earldom, she often encountered patients who expected immediate recovery, which was simply impossible.

Time for work. She cheered herself up, hoping this patient would be kind.

First, Petra visually inspected the bandages for any yellowing or signs of pus. The linen, changed just yesterday, was still largely dry and showed no discoloration.

She then checked for signs of healing or any redness around the wound, looking for persistent swelling or tenderness that could indicate an infection or other complications. "My Lord, could you try to flex your ankle a bit?"

Lansius complied without much trouble.

"Any pain or discomfort?" Petra asked, observing his range of motion and noting that the lord did not exert himself too much.

"Just a bit stiff," he explained.

Petra smiled gently and replied, "That's enough for now, My Lord."

"Should I try to move my knee?" Lansius inquired.

"Maybe in a few days. The movement in your ankle is sufficient to indicate that your wound is healing properly."

"Does he need ointment?" Audrey asked.

"Once the wound is dry, we can use honey to promote healing. Later, we can apply garlic paste, wine, or vinegar to ensure the stitches do not develop ulcers."

"Pardon me, Lady," Lansius called her attention. "This is just a fool’s curiosity since I’m a foreigner. I've seen mages perform their healing, but I’m curious about a Saint Candidate’s methods."

Petra smiled and extended her palm over his wound. She didn't appear to be concentrating, but Lansius' surprised expression indicated otherwise.

"How does it feel?" Audrey inquired.

Lansius turned to Audrey and replied, "It's warm and tingling, more noticeable than I anticipated."

Petra ceased the treatment. "You’ve had more than enough for now, My Lord. Doing more might impede your recovery."

"For curiosity’s sake, may I know why?"

Petra thought for a moment before explaining, "Like mages, our healing boosts regrowth. However, it could lead to overgrowth." She then noticed the lord's discomfort with his throat. "Is it hard to swallow, My Lord?"

He cleared his throat and responded, "Somewhat sore."

Petra then opened her basket, which Carla had carried. It was packed with pouches and glass vials stacked neatly. She took dried sage leaves from it, their edges curled and brittle with age. Turning to Carla, she instructed, "Take this to your physician. It’s sage leaves; he’ll know what to do. Add some vinegar and honey. It’s best done early so the Lord can eat comfortably. He needs his strength back."

Carla nodded and took the dried leaves with both hands as she left.

"You don’t need to ask the physician’s permission," Lady Audrey suggested.

"I must, My Lady. While I can perform healing magic, the physician knows more about medicine than I do."

Lord Lansius seemed surprised by her words, but it was Lady Audrey who commented, "You seem to have a great deal of respect for our physician. But he’s nobody special, just someone we recruited in South Hill."

Petra smiled. "Contrary to what the Midlandia Earldom wants people to believe, we're not so different from a trained physician and herbalist. Moreover, your physician certainly has more experience and knows more about your health."

Lady Audrey nodded and asked, "So is that the difference between your healing and that of mages?"

"You could say so, My Lady," Petra responded, aware of Audrey’s subtle magical aura and her rare eyes.

"So, a combination of mage healing and physician care," Lansius mused.

Petra simply nodded. Despite being on the run from the monastery, she felt that outsiders didn’t need to know the depth of their abilities.

***

Lansius

They let him rest and then tried some watered-down gruel for food, followed by a concoction of sage leaves at the end. He thought it would be sour from the vinegar, but the honey mostly covered the taste.

Audrey then convinced him to sleep some more. It wasn’t difficult for Lansius since he was still dizzy and feeling weak. He fell asleep and woke up feeling refreshed after what appeared to be several hours. He noticed the cooler air and the fading light and knew it was close to supper time.

"Ah, you've awakened," said Audrey, sitting next to the bed, prompting him to gaze at her. However, the formality of her tone—and now her expression, devoid of sweetness—indicated that someone else was around.

"Are we expecting someone?" Lansius asked.

A gentle snort was heard before a confident voice replied, "Apologies for intruding."

It was a voice Lansius had never heard before, and as he turned, he saw the speaker: an old gentleman in a baroque-looking white shirt. Despite his age, his physique suggested he could probably still match his knights in a sword fight.

Lansius observed the clothing style, the sheen of the fabric, and the demeanor, and asked, "Are you the one I must thank for bringing me the Saint Candidate?"

"Very good," the old man chuckled, pleased with the reaction.

Audrey rose from her seat and stood beside Lansius. "He's the Lord of Dawn."

"Avery Dawn?" Lansius asked with wide eyes while trying to sit up. He hadn’t expected that name; he thought Avery would be further south, busy dealing with the marauding Nicopolans.

"Please, be at ease," Avery urged with a fatherly yet stern voice that made Lansius aware this was a man accustomed to command. "I'm merely helping. Even without the Saint Candidate's assistance, your physician would have treated you well," he remarked lightly.

"Still, to come this far when the road lurks with danger—how can I repay your help?" Lansius asked, as was expected of him.

Avery smiled and sipped his aromatic concoction. "I'm mostly pursuing my own curiosity. And you shouldn't say something like that to a stranger like me. I might have ulterior motives and plans to use you."

The older gentleman's candid approach seemed to impact Audrey, who glanced warmly at Lansius.

Avery reassured him, "Don't look for a deeper meaning beyond survival. I'm merely trying to make friends. With the world getting crazier around us and the Imperium's inability to enforce order, every wise noble should know that having allies is vital for their house's survival."

Outwardly, Lansius listened quietly. But inside, he felt that something was amiss. "I'm honored to be considered a friend, but as you can see, I'm thoroughly incompetent."

Avery snorted, but Lansius continued to humble himself, trying to bait the older gentleman into revealing his motives. "My own men betrayed me and I was almost killed. Thus, I'm giving up on the Nicopolans' business and plan to return home."

"As you should be," Avery said without hesitation, hinting at a different agenda that surprised Lansius. "If you are unable to fully commit to Nicopola, then you should let them sort out their issues."

Lansius could only nod in response.

Leaning forward, Avery said, "Still, while measuring oneself is important, one shouldn't lose sight of the big picture." He stared warmly at Lansius, adding, "Anyone could see that you currently possess the most successful military in the southeast part of the Imperium. And if the stories are true, you also have the Nomads, the Nicopolans, and even the half-beasts' support."

"Most are just exaggerations. And the Nicopolans rebelled."

"Only a small portion compared to the host of Nicopolans under you," said Avery as he leaned back in his seat.

Lansius had no immediate response, allowing Avery to continue, "Curiously, do you know why they rebelled?"

The tone indicated that it wasn't a question, but more of a quiz from a teacher to a student. Pondering for a bit, Lansius sighed and answered, "Greed."

Avery shook his head. "To me, it's not greed, but hope."

"Hope...?" Lansius squinted.

"Even I, who learned about you from third-party reports, know that you're a successful warlord, conquering one domain after another," Avery said, his tone almost like a rebuke. "It's easy to understand how your men think regarding Nicopola. They saw hope when you easily turned the situation around in Korimor, South Hill, and even with the coup in Three Hills. Hope is an incredible intoxicant. They dreamed of what you could do in Nicopola and acted upon it."

Lansius exhaled deeply, realizing his mistake. Audrey put her hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

"Basically, you're a victim of your own success." Avery's words lingered for a moment. "But don't be mournful. Not much has changed. You're still young, your wound will heal in time, and you're still a powerful lord, and your alliance could likely unite Lowlandia. That alone is already an incredible feat."

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"I'm grateful for your wise words," said Lansius with a faint smile.

Avery nodded, seemingly taking delight that his words were well received. "The young shouldn't dwell on their mistakes," he muttered.

Feeling it wouldn't hurt to ask, Lansius tried, "So what do you recommend for me?"

"Ultimately, there's nothing you can do, especially in the face of winter. Thus, I wholeheartedly support what you said earlier. It's better to go home and build your power base."

Lansius furrowed his brows. "But you said you wanted an ally?"

"An ally can come in many forms, not just a presence on the battlefield," Avery retorted without missing a beat.

Lansius was at a loss. He wasn’t naive enough to take everything at face value, but at the same time, he couldn’t decipher Avery’s real intentions. He came to realize that uncovering the truth might take time. Thus, he decided to play along. "But what about the Nicopolans? Many are still with me."

Avery shrugged. "I'm not in your position, so I can't really say. However, I can tell you the best outcome that benefits me the most."

This intrigued Lansius, who watched and listened intently.

"I’ve talked to Servius, with the Lady of Korimor's permission, of course," Avery reassured Lansius. "The man revealed some of your plan to form a free legion, and I think it might have a decent chance of succeeding."

The older gentleman shifted in his seat and relaxed before continuing, "Moreover, this perfectly aligns with my plan. I say, let the Nicopolans return. With their numbers, armaments, and supplies, they’ll be in a strong position to take control over the local groups. That way, they could direct their efforts not to raid my domain but to guard their area against the other factions."

"Won't it continue the civil bloodbath?"

"On the contrary, it'll stabilize the situation. Right now, the other two factions are getting too strong, while the natives are losing in Elandia, Umberland, and also against my domain. Ironically, the best way to restore order was to achieve a stalemate. That way they'll be forced to abandon their plan to get food from raiding and return to farming or die trying."

Lansius closed his eyes momentarily, pondering. He could see the logic but prickled with doubts. "Why tell me with such honesty?"

"Well... I'm old," Avery replied with a charming smile, "and based on my experience, people trust me better when I'm frank and hide as little as I can. Lies will benefit in the short term but fail to gain lasting interest."

Lansius contemplated a new plan. Yet, after factoring in the men's abilities and the situation, he only foresaw a disaster in the making. "I only see massive deaths," he muttered. "Even if I let a thousand Nicopolans to return, I only see them wasting their lives with no certainty of winning or helping the populace."

"That's where you get it wrong," Avery said firmly. "Even if you know the outcome, their lives are not yours to decide. And believe it or not, they would rather die in their homes than on foreign soil."

Lansius felt Audrey's massage on his shoulder. He glanced at her and she said, "I know you care for them, but their lives are ultimately their choice."

Exhaling deeply, Lansius began to concede, realizing that his natural tendency to save people had ironically earned him the Nicopolans' antipathy.

"At this stage, it’s best not to get entangled in their bloody struggle. It’s a great famine, and there's little we can do. You don’t have enough, I don’t have enough. Nobody has enough food to save the populace through the winter. So, don’t play the hero; go home and preserve your sanity," Avery advised in a somber tone as if speaking from personal experience.

Silence filled the room before Lansius said, "I shall take your advice to heart. Then, is there anything else I can do for you?"

Avery's charming smile returned. "I need to purchase horses and perhaps enlist some Nicopolans for my cause."

Lansius glanced at Audrey who nodded in agreement. He then returned his attention to Avery, stating, "I think we can arrange that."

"Excellent, because despite all the plans, accidents and losses do happen in battles. And besieged, I'm without reliable access to horse trade."

Audrey asked, "How many do you need?"

"It depends on the price, but one hundred horses would be a reasonable number, along with fifty riders." As the noises outside grew, signaling that suppertime had arrived, Avery rose. "I should take my leave. You should eat and recover. We can discuss this further tomorrow."

Lansius, feeling a gnawing suspicion, decided to ask, "Lord of Dawn, is there something else you haven’t revealed to us?"

Avery turned to him, looking amused. "I do have a proposal, but I only do business when I know the other party can manage it."

"Then we'll try to live up to your expectations," Lansius declared.

Avery chuckled and headed to the exit. "Get well soon, Lord of Korelia. And take care, Lady of Korimor."

...

"So, how many men are with him?" Lansius asked during supper, sitting in his bed propped up by pillows made of blankets and spare clothes.

"Just him and the Saint Candidate," said Audrey, sitting on a chair facing him, holding a large portion of a meal on a plate in one hand.

"Just two?" Lansius was puzzled.

"He came in an airship that flies, piloted by a mage. I doubt he needed an entourage to convince anyone."

"An airship? It flies?" Lansius' eyes widened. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"You just woke up." She brought another spoonful of food.

Looking at the full spoon, Lansius said, "I think I can manage to eat on my own."

"No, no, let me enjoy this. I'm going to cherish this moment," she said rather cheerfully, prompting Lansius to open his mouth like a toddler voluntarily.

Lansius tasted the diced salted and ginger-like meat inside the porridge, swallowed, and then took his goblet from the table. He drank and asked, "Why though? Why cherish this moment? I mean, I'm injured."

"You survived," she stared at him. "I thought I lost you, you know?"

"Right..." Lansius said, showing regret, and surrendered himself to take another spoonful of porridge.

Lansius munched slowly and swallowed before commenting, "A Saint Candidate, a mage, and a flying airship. What kind of powerful man are we dealing with?"

"We're fortunate that he's decent. With such power, I suspected the worst." Audrey then turned her gaze to the canvas door, just as Carla suddenly appeared from outside.

"My Lady, My Lord. Sir Harold, Dietrich, and Sterling want to see you."

"But we're eating," said Audrey.

However, without even waiting, the three entered. "Excuse us, My Lady, My Lord," Sir Harold declared.

Audrey sighed while Lansius asked, "Something happened?"

Seeing and hearing Lansius' voice, the three showed a wide variety of emotions. Sir Harold grinned broadly, Dietrich looked relieved, while Sterling's eyes turned moist.

"They all are worried about you," Audrey said while glancing at the three.

"Everyone is, My Lord," Sir Harold reassured him.

Lansius smiled at them and said, "Sorry to let you down."

"Don't be, my lord," Sir Harold replied before adding, "I'm just relieved to see you back. I regret not being there to protect you; I wish I had been at your side."

Meanwhile, Dietrich blurted out emotionally, "Please forgive me, my lord. Despite precautions, it still happened, and I was unable to protect you."

"You weren't with me because I ordered you to get the cavalry," Lansius said sternly. "Without the cavalry, the rebellion would have spread. Under these circumstances, you're doing the best you can."

Sterling knelt down, drawing everyone's attention. "My lord, please punish me. I was leading the night watch when it happened."

Lansius motioned for him to rise. When the squire remained on his knees, he said sternly, "There's little you or the night watch could have done. Judging by how determined they were, it could have ended far worse."

The men nodded solemnly, and Sterling reluctantly rose as Sir Harold helped him up.

Watching them, Lansius said, "The fact that almost all those involved were killed or captured means that the rebellion was successfully contained."

The three were relieved, despite still bearing guilt on their faces.

Lansius continued, "I say, let’s not focus on the failure. A leader must be impartial, and you men have proven capable in preventing the rebellion from spreading. That is a great feat. I shall reward you all accordingly when we get home." He added, "And since we're on the topic, you should know that we're headed home."

The men were surprised, but their expressions clearly showed gladness.

"But what about the campaign to Nicopola?" Dietrich asked.

"There's no such thing," Lansius revealed. "I've only offered Servius to form a free company. Any Nicopolans who want to return will have my blessing."

"But many will leave..." Sterling showed concern.

"As they should. They're not mine to keep, and they've helped us take South Hill, farm there, and some took part in defending Three Hills from the coup."

"Fewer troops also mean fewer mouths to feed," Sir Harold reminded Sterling, who nodded thoughtfully.

"I envision that the Nicopolans should use the three villages as their power base. They should farm and be self-reliant. We shall supply them with weapons, horses, and grains as loans, to be traded later for cash or land if they succeed in retaking parts of the province."

"It sounds like a risky endeavor," Audrey warned.

"It is, but I'm willing to take that risk," he replied. He then turned to the tall knight. "Sir Harold, how do you deal with the fact that we can't help the commoners in Nicopola from famine and winter?"

"It is what it is," the knight remarked with bitterness but without hesitation. "During a bad harvest, people die. That's nobody's fault but the weather."

"The curse of sedentary peoples," Sterling added, prompting Dietrich to nod in agreement.

Lansius looked at the large plate of food and couldn't help but comment, "I initially thought we could save people, but instead, we're sending more men to war."

"My Lord, have you thought about what goal you've set for the free company?" Sir Harold asked.

The question made Lansius think. "I haven’t given him a specific goal."

"Then, I'll talk to Servius. I think there’s a chance we can create a safe corridor, allowing commoners who are willing to farm to move to three villages."

"A safe corridor... I like the sound of that," Lansius' face brightened. "Tell me more about it."

***

Words circulated camp that the Lord of Korelia had recovered and resumed command. While not many had seen him face-to-face after that fateful night, they had no reason to distrust the Lord's staff. That night, the mood and morale in the camp slowly returned to their original state.

The next morning, Lansius appeared in front of his tent, seated and soaking in the warm glow of the sunlight. He was following the Saint Candidate's advice to absorb the sun’s rays to speed up his healing process. His wound was still bandaged and his skin looked pale, but otherwise, he appeared normal.

Soon enough, the men crowded around the tent. Many were offering him well wishes, while the rest tried their best to cheer up the Lord.

Lansius chuckled at their jests and felt gratitude for their words of comfort. Finding his chance, he spoke, "Lowlandians, hear me out." The men quickly listened.

"We've reached our goals in Umberland. There's nothing else to do here."

The men's faces smiled and grew excited. They knew what that meant.

Gazing at them with a smile, Lansius said, "So I say, let's go home. Korelia awaits."

"Victory!" one shouted, much to the others' laughter.

Their echoes had not yet subsided when one shouted, "Undefeated army!"

This time they glanced at each other, chuckling and grinning. "Undefeated!" another echoed, followed by many. It became a new rallying cry.

Lansius sat in peace, looking at his men with joy. They had fought battle after battle, and strong bonds had formed between them.

Then someone asked, "But My Lord, what about the Nicopolans?"

All eyes were on Lansius, who explained, "As far as I'm concerned, those who raised swords against us are either dead or captured. Let military law take care of them. As for the rest," he paused, "I'm not the man who blames someone for their brother's mistake."

His words calmed his men. Lansius continued, "You should also know that I'm going to form a free company for the Nicopolans. They can opt either to join, stay with us, or farm in peace as villagers. The details will be worked out later, but you shouldn't worry. Just think about home. How many days do you reckon we need to get there?"

The crowd turned lively with numbers being shouted and arguments thrown.

Lansius laughed at their reactions. And then someone he recognized squeezed through the crowd. "My Lord," he greeted.

"Farkas, you're here. Come, get closer." Lansius motioned for him to approach.

"Letters, My Lord. From Calub and Dame Daniella."

"Calub...?" Lansius felt it was odd. Calub should have posted his report alongside Sir Justin. So, a personal report must mean a warning. "Give me Calub's first."

Farkas took a sealed letter from a leather cover and offered it to Lansius.

Lansius unsealed the letter and read it twice. His facial expression turned serious.

Audrey returned from her rounds and the crowd parted for her and her guards to approach the tent. She caught Lansius reading a letter and stood next to him, knowing from a glance that it was a serious one.

She looked at the crowd and casually addressed them, "Don't you have things to do? Or do you need things to do?"

The crowd dispersed with grins like children avoiding their mother. They knew her words could end with arms and armor inspections, which they would fail and then be forced to clean and polish in front of a staff.

Lansius paid the crowd no heed, absorbed in the letter, and then, without glancing up, passed the letter to Audrey.

"What's it about?"

"Midlandia. A succession war in Midlandia, and the nobles want us as allies."

Audrey laughed mockingly. "But we're Lord Bengrieve's henchmen."

"They promised me Lord Bengrieve's castle and holdings if we could beat him."

Audrey laughed, finding it amusing, and Lansius did too. But behind their laughter, they were worried. They had grown into a force that even Midlandia's nobles couldn't ignore. And now, Midlandia wanted them to play an active part in their succession crisis, even going so far as to pit them against Lord Bengrieve.

"Does it say when?" Audrey asked as they basked in the morning sun.

"Calub said it has begun, but the major push will likely happen after winter."

"So, what will you do?"

"Nothing. I'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Lansius shrugged. "As for today, Sir Harold and Servius should be able to handle the free company and the safe corridor. Dietrich should lead the footmen to march back. We'll catch up on horseback in..." He looked at his wound and tried to flex it.

"Probably four to five days," Audrey suggested.

Lansius nodded. "Also, I'm planning to stay late and watch an airship," he changed the topic. "You said they're fast—that means they have propulsion, and I'm curious about what kind of fuel they use."

Audrey smiled widely. "I want to see it race against a horse."

The two chuckled. In the face of another greater conflict, they knew instinctively that they needed to seize every moment. Because no place was truly safe as the Imperium's vast domains continued to crumble.

***