The sound of the school bell was heard for all students of Lionheart Academy to hear, signifying the end of class for the day.
“Oh my, I’m afraid we have to continue our lesson tomorrow.” The Instructor, a beautiful brown-haired woman said to her students. “I recommend that you research at more details regarding the battle of the two Titans many years ago. Even if such a historical battle is famous and already well-known, you will still find some remarkable details behind every part of the battle. I’m sure that you’ll find them quite beneficial in your overall pursuit of magic.”
In a short while, the instructor eventually left the class after giving out the assignment to her students. With their instructor’s departure, the students are now free to do as they please. Some opted to leave in favor of fulfilling their club activities while others stayed for some short gossip and cleaning assignments.
“Hey, have you heard, Cecille?” A redhead young lady spoke to her blonde female friend while sweeping the floor. “Apparently, we are going to have a transfer student in our class, tomorrow, and he’s from the Northern Kingdom of Uppsland no less!!”
“Yes, I heard the rumors, Anna.” The woman Cecille nodded in confirmation while wiping the desks with a clean rag. “Hopefully he won’t be too much trouble. We have enough troublemakers, especially in this class. The Creator knows how much we need order in these troubled times, especially with the gangs rising up the streets and waging their petty selfish shadow war against one another.”
“Oh, Cecille, always the prim and proper lady,” Anna remarked with amusement. “I suppose I won’t expect less from the great-granddaughter of the illustrious Conrad Augustus himself. You nobles and your sense of authority and pride.”
“Shut it you.” Cecille chuckled at her friend’s teasing. “Aren’t you something of a noble yourself as well? Last time I heard; your father was offered a sit in the council and he accepted.”
“My dear, we are but a family of simple merchants,” Anna said with remarkable pride about her lineage. “Still, even if he is the leader of the Merchant’s guild, he wishes no involvement as much as possible in the affairs and squabbles of the nobility.”
“You know, you could be judged for treason with that tongue of yours.” Cecille sighed at the redhead’s statement.
“And you will be there for my heroic rescue I’m sure. Such is the perk of being your best friend.” Anna retorted with exceptional sassiness, causing Cecille to chuckle lightly in return.
While they enjoy each other’s delightful company, a question was raised by Cecille, an inquiry that dampened the friendly mood vibrating between them.
“So, is Livia is still not talking to us that much, huh?”
Anna saw her best friend’s sad look and also started to feel the same way. Although she remembered a while ago this morning when she witnessed the woman in question radiating a somewhat sparkling spirit. It’s a strange sight though, given how Livia is typically depressed and broody at all times. Although it’s understandable, given Livia’s tragic circumstances which is also a public knowledge.
“I supposed she is starting to improved. I saw her smiling with a lively disposition just this morning. Too lively, in fact.” Anna assured with a smile while emphasizing the last part. “It will only be a matter of time until we are all back to being best friends once more. Just give her some more space.”
“I see.” Cecille nodded and only hope for the best. Livia was not the same ever since her parents’ and sister’s death at the hands of the Northman two years ago. Deciding to change the subject so depression won’t take over the sanctity of their conversation, Cecille asked. “Anyways, what’s your plan after this? Are you going to be busy?”
“I’m afraid so. Father had some errands for me in the marketplace. You go on ahead without me. I’m sorry if I can’t grab a snack with you this time at the local cafeteria in town.” Anna responded as she secured the broom back to the cabinet.
“I see. Well, be careful then.” Cecille said. To her credit, she does not sound disappointed and simply shrugged her shoulders at the prospect of going home alone. Not that she needed the company, but it’s still nice to be with a friend after academy hours.
“I will.” Anna smiled at Cecille’s kind words. She then went back to her desk, got her bag, and said her farewells to the blonde-haired lady.
With the departure of her red-head friend, Cecille too made her own preparations in leaving the school. Since she was the sole heiress of the house of Augustus, her after-school activities involved serious training about the usage of her family’s unique magic tutored personally by her father. She was also taught on the ways of nobility and politics, given her family’s influential position in the Holy Bahamuth Empire. Of course, she wished sometimes that she was just a normal young lady unbounded by the shackles of her family, but given the privilege and status that was bestowed upon her, the pros outweighed the cons for her, and she eventually learned to respect the duty and responsibilities of her current position as the heiress.
“So, this is the Empire town of Danusta that everyone spoke of?”
Arriving at the huge gates is a black-haired young teenage man equipped with a black leather scaled armor that covered his long-sleeved blue shirt. He has a round blue shield strapped on his back with the insignia of the yellow raven and a sword hanging on his right hip. His eyes consisted of remarkable blue color.
“Halt there, Northman, state your business.”
The young man was stopped by a man equipped with a full set of plate armor that was covered by a tabard bearing the insignia of the yellow eagle and blue background.
The young man turned his utmost attention to the man in response. Although he already knew what the authorities wanted with him, given his overall appearance and northern heritage. Of course, the business that he was about to conduct here had to do with the mentioned factors, but it was much more than that. His task involved strengthening the alliance between two entirely different cultures.
“If you must know, I am the one that was sent by the good King Arne “Iron-heart”, and my father, Earl Ulf “Wolf-kin” to mingle with you folks of the Empire.” The Northman answered without hesitation.
“I see.” The guardsman said in realization. “The Emperor is indeed waiting for your arrival, Thane Siegtyr Ulfsson if I’m not mistaken?”
“My birth, perhaps, haha, but the name, no.” The now named Siegtyr smiled as per his to humorous personality that many of his kin have known him to be mostly. In this context though, one can consider to be a dark humor, but nothing of a sort that is deemed to be serious. Siegtyr has the habit of adding some unnecessary remarks to his statement, much to the annoyance of some people.
The guard simply nodded and gestured for Siegtyr to accompany him to the palace so the Northman can meet the Emperor and to proceed things in a smooth transition.
With the Northman’s arrival, most of the townsfolk could not help but lay their eyes upon him in a scrutinizing fashion, given at the way he carried himself in addition to the armor that he is currently wearing.
As a man of the north, Siegtyr “Raven-blessed” Ulfsson spared no effort whatsoever in being discreet at his actions. He was seen walking with great pride, his chest up with posture unyielding for the public to bear witness.
Thankfully, the Empire is currently in alliance with the great northern kingdom of Uppsland and Fjormark, the former of which Siegtyr is part of. This meant that his northern brethren or the Uppish from Uppsland and Fjorish from Fjormark are now welcomed to come in and conduct their business as authorized by the Emperor himself. Unfortunately, the same can’t be said about the other northern kingdoms and the two brother kingdoms were promised great riches, lands, and fortunes in exchange for protecting the Empire’s northern borders from the other Viking invaders and opportunists.
Despite the alliance, the Empire citizens are still wary of their northern allies, given the Vikings’ reputation as fearless raiders and brutes who wreaked havoc throughout many parts of the Holy Bahamuth Empire back when they were still at war a year ago. The tension is still present and many still could not forget the atrocity that these heathens have performed to their people and lands.
Nevertheless, Siegtyr remained unfazed by the stares as he kept on walking to his designated location. He was tasked personally by the High King of Uppsland and his loyal vassal, the Earl of Hofsteigr mingle with the people of the Empire as a gesture of goodwill. Siegtyr was considered recently as a great warrior of renown by his people, even at his young age of 17. He faced the High King of Skorna in single combat when the said King and his army invaded Uppsland two months ago. It was said that a raven was witnessed directly above, guiding the young Uppish warrior while on his fight to the death with the Skornish King and also serving as his second set of eyes. Thus, the High King of Uppsland bestowed him the title of Thane of Uppsland Hold, one of the youngest one in history.
Because of his status of nobility and young age, he was chosen to perform the King’s task of strengthening the alliance between the Uppish and the Empire.
“Father mentioned of his friend, where I’ll be staying for a long period. But first things first, I needed to visit the Emperor himself to confirm my presence in this big town of his.” Siegtyr muttered while marveling at the sights of the town.
Speaking of the town, the displays of grand buildings and its intricate architect are all too new to him. For all his life, he never got the chance to visit any of the Empire’s settlements. He has remained at the northern lands and farming was his source of income and sustenance when he and his family were granted a considerable piece of land by the High King for their service to the kingdom. This was during the time when his father, Ulf the Wolf-kin, a renowned housecarl at that time, defeated the Wolf spirit Fenris single-handedly for plaguing the farmlands and travelers. With Fenris’ demise, the Wolf spirit was impressed by the prowess that Ulf displayed, thus a portion of Fenris’ power and knowledge was transferred to the Viking warrior. As a result, he was named “Wolf-kin”, the worthy adversary of Fenris and he who was granted the aspect of the Wolf.
“I must say, you men of the Empire have genius builders within your ranks. The designs of your buildings and houses indeed do justice with your great reputation and culture.” Siegtyr decided to break the ice and converse with the guard accompanying him.
The guard in return was surprised by the civility that the Northman beside him is displaying. The Northmen that he had the displeasure of knowing displayed no love in his culture, but it appeared that this young man is clearly different. In addition, the Viking was also well-versed in their language, much to his great wonder.
“I’ve been meaning to say this, you show admirable fluency in our language, my lord.” The guard inquired with curiosity.
“Why yes. It is only right, given that I will practically be in the center of a whole new culture.” Siegtyr grinned in response. “My father, Ulf the Wolf-kin taught me the language he learned from his friend, one of your nobles, a Duke, I believe.”
“Yes, I heard the story, of how Earl Ulf was defeated by Duke Triverius in open battle. The Duke imprisoned your father but treated him with immense respect for exhibiting outstanding valor in battle. While Earl Ulf served his time, Duke Triverius made an effort in offering his hand of friendship instead of the usual maltreatment to prisoners of war. When the war finally ended, the two officially declared their friendship, thus forming a bond and alliance between Duke Triverius house, the House of Augustus, and of yours, the House of Unso. It was also seen as a sign of goodwill where even the Empire and the Northern Kingdoms are capable of getting along with each other.” The man conversed about his great deal of knowledge regarding the two families.
“Fascinating, you seem to be greatly acquainted with our history for a mere guardsman. Judging by the more intricate armor that you wore compared to the other guards that I observed patrolling around the area, I can say that you are no ordinary individual. Who are you really?” Siegtyr raised his brow in question.
What Siegtyr stated is true. Unlike what his companion is wearing, the other guards in his proximity are instead clad in their average chainmail armor set with a shirt-like design of the similar eagle insignia. The type of helmet that the guards are using is a great helm, showing its red cross design on the front. But nevertheless, their armor still has immense value and material despite its clear inferiority to the man in front of him.
“Ah, forgive me my lord for not introducing myself.” The guard bowed his head apologetically. “My name is Lucon Augustus, second son of Commander Cletho Augustus, the brother of our head of the house, Duke Triverius Augustus. I was tasked personally by the Duke to retrieve and bring you to the Emperor.”
“An Augustus, huh.” Siegtyr stroked his chin with a smirk. “I see. Then it’s only right that I offer my hand of friendship to you as the representative of my clan.”
With his statement, Siegtyr offered a handshake to Lucon.
“Indeed.” Lucon agreed enthusiastically and graciously accepted the kind gesture. “Your words do you honor, Lord Siegtyr. I wish nothing but great and lasting prosperity between our two houses.”
“Yes.” Siegtyr gave his simple response. They then resumed their walk going to the royal palace where the Emperor and the royal family of the Holy Bahamuth Empire resided.
Upon arriving at the palace gates, Siegtyr could not help but be impressed by how huge and grand the place is. If he were to compare to the longhouse that he and his own family lived, then it would unquestioningly pale in comparison. It’s like comparing a diamond to the dirty ground.
‘So, this is the very seat of the whole Empire.’ Siegtyr assumed a serious demeanor, his calculating eyes wander all around the whole vicinity. He took time to analyze every marvelous detail of the palace, from its extravagant white color scheme, the intricate architectural design, to the overall building materials made mostly out of marble and a few gold ornaments.
With such spectacle display, Siegtyr no doubt felt like a helpless little ant in the face of this predicament. His mind ventured on the days when their kingdom was still at war with the Empire. With him being here, he now got a taste of what the Empire is capable of. If the Empire had their way, then the Kingdom of Uppsland and Fjormark would not last any longer should they decided to not answer the call of peace and alliance. For Siegtyr, it was wise for the two High Kings to enter peace with the Empire and be benefited from the riches, lands, and goods that they have to offer.
Of course, this does not mean that the said Northern Kingdoms would renounce their way of life entirely. Siegtyr and his northern brethren are still Vikings at heart. Even with their alliance with the Empire, they are still proud men of the North, and warriors of no equal. Not even in a million years would they abandon their heritage, the very thing that truly defines them.
Thankfully as part of the peace treaty after numerous negotiations, the Northmen are allowed to keep their cultures and traditions. The Empire value other nation’s traditional interest and their way of conquering are actually very lenient compared to the other kingdoms who wished total domination and conversion to their enemies who are completely at their mercy. Although the Empire would still attempt to persuade them in converting to their own religion of Cratholism by means of baptism to further spread their influence and rule.
Overall, Siegtyr shared the same sentiment with most of his fellow Uppish men in keeping the peace. As long as the Empire is true to their word, then there’s no reason for Uppsland and Fjormark to break theirs as well.
That, and the two Kingdoms still have their fair share of enemies from the other warring tribes and northern Kingdoms, so their lust for battle and raiding were mostly satiated. The Empire is also wise in directing that particular Northmen’s brutish personality instead of her enemies.
“I bid you welcome to the White Palace, Lord Siegtyr.” Lucon presented the said grand area to the young Thane.
“Hmm, I must say, it perhaps may almost be on par with the halls of Valhalla. Almost.” Siegtyr was definitely impressed by the display, emphasizing the last word.
“Valhalla? You mean the Viking Afterlife? If that’s the case, then I am pleased by your compliment.” Lucon appreciated Siegtyr’s praise.
As they were granted entry by the palace guards, Siegtyr also saw the said guards patrolling around the vicinity of the palace exteriors. Unlike the average guardsman, they wore almost similar attire to the one Lucon is equipped with, emphasizing their military station that is leagues above compared to the guards outside.
Entering the grand hall, Siegtyr and Lucon were immediately greeted by the sight of more palace guards lining up as two squads face on another adjacently. A red carpet is also witness, serving as the formal path to the throne.
The palace guards exhibited great discipline by assuming a position of attention while wielding their halberds upright.
“I believe they are expecting us then if the grand military display is any indication.” Siegtyr made his comment.
“Haha, yes, Lord Siegtyr. Consider this as your grand welcome to Danusta, the capital of the Holy Bahamuth Empire. Now let us not dally any further. The Emperor and Empress are waiting for us.” Lucon gestured Siegtyr to follow him.
When they’re finally in front of the rulers of the Empire, Lucon bowed down on his knees.
The Emperor as what one may expect is a man of his golden years. He has black hair and dressed in his usual regal black robes and also wore a necklace with a silver cross pendant. In his head adorns the Golden Crown of Bahamuth, an illustrious headgear passed down from Emperor to Emperor for countless generations. The crown boasted many kinds of stone jewelry that are engraved. It is of no jest that the crown itself is worth three Kingdoms, a testament of the Emperor’s power and his authority throughout the whole of the Holy Bahamuth Empire.
Many regarded him as a piteous man, always seen praying to the Creator for guidance in the chapel. No doubt, the Emperor is a symbol to his people and the perfect example of a religious man in service to the great Creator.
The Empress on the other hand is known to be the strongest supporter of her own husband. She is a woman in her middle ages, known to be a decade younger than her royal spouse. Despite her age, her beauty nonetheless has never wavered, thus garnering the attention of many men and women throughout the land. The Empress wore a luxurious violet robe and a set of bracelets to display her status of royalty and wealth. In contrast to the Emperor’s hair color, the Empress instead has silver long hair.
The rulers are not the only ones that are in front of Siegtyr and Lucon. Beside them respectively is their two children, a young man, and a lady in their teenage years.
At the Emperor's side at his right is a handsome young man, about the same age as Siegtyr. He showed a remarkable resemblance to the Emperor back when he was still in his youth. The man is dressed in a white military gala shirt with a red cape, long black pants, and brown boots. Like his mother, the young man inherited the silver hair color.
At the Empress’ side on the left stood the esteemed daughter of the royal family. Like her mother, she also has possessed flowing silver long hair and great beauty. The young lady is dressed in a blue gown, emphasizing her role as nobility and princess of the Holy Bahamuth Empire.
Among the royal court are the various nobles and courtiers who attended this very assembly. Since this was a matter of concern between the Empire’s alliance with the Northern Kingdom of Uppsland and by extension, Fjormark, they are required to attend and see through the proceeding. Of course, this is merely seen as a sign of formalities of a sort as they don’t want to offend the Emperor and their northern allies. Although the sentiment is shared mostly on the former. Some of the nobles could care less of the Northmen’s opinions and saw this event as rather unnecessary in their opinion. After all, the Northmen as what most of them thought are mindless brutes and savages, one that is never caring for this kind of formal event. But for the sake of the Emperor’s wishes and to not risk his ire, they have no choice but to comply.
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Seeing the respectful way that his new friend is displaying, Siegtyr opted for a simple bow of his head. No way he is going to worship the Emperor and Empress in front of him like that. Such manners are only reserved to the Gods as dictated by his people’s tradition and it was remarkably obvious that the Emperor and Empress are humans. As a result, he will never prostrate himself in such an exaggerating way. His pride and honor as a true man of the North simply won’t allow it.
Siegtyr’s actions no doubt have sparked relentless murmurs and displeasure throughout the whole royal court. Many are tempted to state their minds to the young Northman for his defiance in the open. A simple bow to the head is not enough and the royal family is required to get the respect that they needed as per the Empire’s social protocols. Surely the young Northman was taught even the simplest gesture of greeting the Emperor and Empress beforehand is it not?
With the noise circulating around the court, the displeasure on the Emperor’s face became apparent for the people to see. As such, he raised his open hand in a gesture to quiet them down.
The clear gesture of hand served its faithful purpose and instantly halted the court’s talk of displeasure to the young Thane. The Emperor then turned his full attention to Siegtyr and decided to humor him with a question of his own.
“Tell me, for what reason did you simply bow your head instead of positioning down your knees like your companion Lord Lucon did?”
Siegtyr raised his head in response and told him of view regarding a small piece of information about the social standards of his own people.
“You see, your Majesty, bowing with your knees or for that matter, your head to the ground is a privilege reserved only to the Gods and your Creator maybe. A bow of the head is more than enough to show respect to people or to be more specific, mortals like us who are of a higher social rank. Prostrating oneself to your fellow man is wrong seeing as we are still equal in flesh and blood. I see no God obviously, and thus, my pretty little head is all that you get.” Siegtyr said with a smug expression.
The answer no doubt has caused an uproar throughout the whole royal court once more. The murmurs turned even more intense and many this time voiced out their concerns harshly to the young Thane for his atrocious remarks about the Emperor and his defiance to a piece of their social protocol.
The prince simply displayed his displeasure with a scowl while the Empress clenched her fist angrily at what this heathen has said to all of them. Also, the smug expression only served to infuriate her even further. She deduced that the young Northman is clearly enjoying the chaos that he has spurred.
Surprisingly, the same can’t be said about the princess. She turned her head away and snickered with her hand covering her mouth. She found the whole situation quite hilarious in all honesty. The royal court is rather stiff and constantly serious in her point of view. It was dull and uneventful every single time. With the arrival of the Northman, she had hope that things would at least shift a livelier turn. Thankfully, her assumptions are not mistaken. She would give every Denarius (Empire Currency in gold coins) in the treasury just to see their baffled faces like this all the time.
“The audacity!!” One of the courtiers, a black-haired man with a mustache spoke his mind. “The lack of manners in our liege is unacceptable!!”
“I agree.” Another made his voice heard. “The penalty for such disrespect is a hundred lashings to the back and front.”
As the whispers kept going, the Emperor retained his stoic look. Instead of silencing the crowd with his usual hand sign, he opted for a different angle.
“Silence!!” The Emperor’s voice echoed as he had enough of the ramblings of his subjects. “The Northman simply spoke the truth. I am no God, yes, and it would be blasphemous if I consider myself to be one, especially to the men of the North. The young man did give his respect as he saw fit, so I will allow him in this. I shall fault no man or woman for honoring their own traditions and culture as long as no one gets hurt in the process. After all, we are the preserver of traditions and to deny him the privilege is trampling on the Creator’s will. It’s his decree that all of us regardless of status and race should live together in harmony despite our differences. I shall hear no more of this, do I make myself clear?”
All of the nobility who are present conceded with the Emperor’s statement and eventually agreed with him despite their various opinions regarding the matter. Openly defying the Emperor is a rather unwise move and as a result, they have no choice but to nod their heads in agreement, whether they like it or not.
Fortunately, some agreed with the Emperor and even went so far as to compliment him and his inspiring speech.
“Yes, your majesty. Praise the Creator and his heavenly mercy!!” A noble expressed his agreement in glee.
With that particular issue now out of the way, the Emperor now assumed his full and undivided attention to the young Thane.
“I’m sure you already know but nevertheless, I shall introduce myself. I am Emperor Arenos Charmaine the Third. The beautiful woman beside me is my wife, Empress Meredith, the love of my life. Together with us are my esteemed children. My beloved son and heir, Arthur, and my charming daughter, Mildred.” The Emperor now assumed a smile and introduced himself and his whole family to Siegtyr.
“The pleasure is all mine, your Majesties.” Siegtyr bowed his head down briefly again in response. He too made his own introductions as it is only fitting to do so. “I am Siegtyr “Raven-Blessed”, a Thane of Uppsland and the son of Earl Ulf the Wolf-kin and Matilda the Valkyrie. I hope that I could get along with you and your people.”
“I am pleased to hear, Thane Siegtyr.” Arenos nodded in satisfaction. “I heard of the tale, of how you defeated High King Ubba “Dragon-breath” in battle during the invasion and was named Thane as a result of your valor and victory, and at such a young age nonetheless. I have no doubt that you will accomplish even more in the future.”
“Why thank you, Your Majesty,” Siegtyr responded with appreciation. “Being praised personally by the Emperor himself is definitely something that I can brag back home, hehe.”
“And you have every right to do so.” Arenos agreed. “In any event, I assumed that you were briefed by your father and the King regarding what exactly you are supposed to do here, am I correct?”
“You assume correctly.” Siegtyr straightened his back, believing that their conversation has now shifted to the business that he is supposed to conduct here in the Empire. “I am to attend this so-called Academy of yours and foster good relationships and connections with the students, thus allowing myself to be the ambassador of my people and witness your glorious ways in the hopes that we can maintain peace between us.”
“Yes. Such is of great importance in your task. We have been doing these talks for the past few months now, and slowly by slowly by the Creator’s wisdom and grace, the people have come into terms that peace has finally reign after our brutal war.” Arenos rubbed his temples and smiled. He then looked at his two children, emphasizing their presence right in front of the young Thane. “My dear son and daughter, twins as you can see as granted to me and Meredith by the almighty Creator, also attend the Academy. I sincerely hope that the three of you shall get along well with each other.”
“I don’t see why not,” Siegtyr said with a favorable tone and turn his gaze at the said siblings. “I look forward to being friends with you two, your highnesses.”
“Likewise… Northman.” The male of the twin, Arthur, held back his displeasure and forced a smile, not wanting to displease his father dearest in this kind of diplomatic affairs. Personally, he felt no love and only utter distrust for the Northmen, given at how his people had suffered at the hands of their vile depravity during the last war. But for the sake of peace and alliance, he’ll cooperate… for now. As of this moment, he found no merit whatsoever in destroying the treaty that both the Empire and the two Northern Kingdoms of Uppsland and Fjormark have agreed upon. If these heathens would fight for them, then it would at least save many precious lives of the soldiers of the Empire while the pagans, reckless and brutes as they are with their abnormal lust for battle, perform most of the fighting for them. In conclusion, they still have their uses, yes.
“And I too would be delighted to witness the Northmen’s unique ways right before my very eyes. I bid you welcome, Thane Siegtyr “Raven-blessed” Ulfsson.” Apparently, the same can’t be said about the twin sister, Mildred. She appeared to be enthusiastic, displaying her radiant, angelic smile to the whole royal court. Indeed, she already found Siegtyr quite entertaining in her first impression of him since the young man was able to instigate the flabbergasted expressions coming from the various nobles who are in attendance. That and she heard stories of the Viking Warrior of Legends and their extraordinary prowess in battle. Meaning, Mildred wanted to see in person if their reputation truly preceded them. In addition, the Thane in attention is no ordinary Viking but apparently someone who has slain a King. As a result, her curiosity is even more pique at how someone of the same age as her and Arthur was able to perform such a feat in the heat of battle. Perhaps she shall question the young man personally herself if the opportunity presented itself.
Siegtyr merely assumed his signature smug expression, bowing his head down to acknowledge the presence of the twins.
‘Let’s see, the princess seemed like an okay person, but I should still not come to conclusions since this is our first meeting. But the prince however is an entirely different story.’ Siegtyr thought of his own impressions about the royal children of the Empire. Even if Prince Arthur is all smiles and in a welcoming mood after the fiasco that he did, Siegtyr was not fooled by the mask that the prince is currently wearing. Call it a gut feeling, but he could sense some malice coming from Arthur. And not once did his gut clouded his judgment. Although the feeling was not necessarily in a murderous and vicious type of way that he was accustomed to his other Northern brethren. It was more like a snake analyzing your every weakness and will pounce its deadly venomous fangs the moment when you reveal your vulnerable side. But nonetheless, Siegtyr will at least try to maintain the standards of non-hostility as the Prince would perhaps be a major thorn in his side during his stays if he is not careful. He should tread lightly as much as he can since he is in the center of a foreign territory bounded by their different laws. Even if he felt no obligation and desire to follow them, it is a necessary compromise. No doubt anyone who still held grudges against his people would unquestionably take advantage of the power of legislative force to remove him legally and make that as an excuse to declare war on Uppsland.
In his personal point of view, he prefers peace over war even if he is a battle-crazed Viking like most of his fellow men. Siegtyr saw battle as some sort of sport and as much as possible, he does not desire any unnecessary murder and innocent blood in his hands. Some of his fellow Northmen thought of him as somewhat soft when he was still raiding back then. He refused to kill children, the elderly, and women, allowing them to go before wreaking havoc in their village or settlement. Of course, he did not take the insult lightly and issued any of his own men who are brave enough to challenge and kill him in an honorable duel, to which they utterly fail. There are also assassination attempts naturally, but all of them have also failed, a mystery that is still unsolved up to this date.
“Excellent,” Arenos said with delight at the interaction between the three young individuals. He then faced his wife, asking if she has something to say about this assembly as a whole.
“While I agree with my husband that this certainly is an event of dire importance that would ensure lasting peace between our people, I would like to remind you young man that you are in the domain of our Empire. I highly oblige that you follow our laws while you are here as stated in the treaty. Do that and we won’t be having any problems.” Meredith said with a stoic expression, neither pleased nor displeased personally with the affair that they are in. She also saw the merit of the peace agreement, but as to how far will the treaty last, that remains to be seen.
Even if the war ended a year ago, the formalities of the alliance were officially implemented around five months ago after numerous talks between the nation leaders on the most beneficial aspect that the Empire, Uppsland, and Fjormark are going to receive from the deal. Meaning the peace still did not last that long but nevertheless the effects are starting to be felt when Northern traders and representatives like Siegtyr visited the town and conducted their respective matters. The scrutiny is still present but one can’t deny the goods and trade that came with in the declaration of peace. Not to mention, there have been talks of forming a retinue compromising of both Northern Housecarls and Imperial Knights, serving as elite bodyguards dedicated to the protection of both the Empire and the two Northern Kingdoms.
“I will be at my best behavior, your Majesty.” Siegtyr agreed. Apparently, the Empress stated what was on his thoughts earlier and he has no intention of breaking any laws anytime soon. At least the ones that are reasonable to him. Laws are important and all to maintain order but he won’t be following them blindly without question.
“And if I must say, kindly do something about that rugged appearance of yours,” Meredith added, this time her expression was filled with disdain at Siegtyr’s look. “You look like someone who has not seen civilization for months. Your appearance is highly unacceptable, especially when I heard that you are of nobility, Thane Siegtyr. If such are the standards of your people, then I worry about their future. As I said, you are to follow our laws, and yes, appearance-wise included, do I make myself clear?”
As much as Siegtyr wanted to deny it, what the Empress said is true. He practically wreaks of untidiness and filth. His face is muddled with dirt coming from the outside elements during his long travel here. Not to mention, his long messy hair was a chaotic mess, reaching shoulder-length. He also possessed a small beard to which louses already made their residence willingly. And also, he smelled like a stinking polluted canal. Of course, it was all just mere exaggeration on the smell, but he could really use a fucking bath once this meeting of his is finally concluded.
“Yes, I will definitely clean myself up.” Siegtyr agreed.
“Good.” Meredith was satisfied with the young Thane’s answer. She then turned her attention to Lucon and instructed him. “And Lucon, see to it that this man upholds the proper dress code of nobility the moment when you arrive at the Augustus estate. He is to be bathed, his hair cut, and shaved clean like an esteemed nobleman of the Empire if he is to join us.”
“It would be my pleasure, your Majesty.” Lucon bowed his head down while holding his chest with his right hand, a gesture that expressed his sincerity in upholding the Empress’ command to him.
“If there’s nothing else, then I hereby conclude this assembly.” Arenos made his announcement after everything appeared to be now settled on this agenda of theirs. “As my wife mentioned, you will be directed by Lucon in the Augustus Estate. There the Duke himself will be waiting for you.”
As the said assembly has finally come to its eventual end, Siegtyr and Lucon begged their leave and finally departed the palace. The nobles watched with their various own reactions, both positive and negative, at Siegtyr with utmost intent. The majority hopefully thought that he won’t cause any trouble here in the city while the others are certainly tempted in using their connections or power in disposing of him. Few however wish for the best and saw this as progress in the unity of the entirety of the whole land, one that is without war or conflict. Although that’s a bit of stretch in their wishes, there’s no harm whatsoever in longing for the best, both for the land and the people residing.
After the royal assembly, Siegtyr and Lucon now made their intentions clear of making their way to the Augustus Estate so the former can finally rest and tidy himself up after a week of the journey from Uppsland.
“I suppose I should be thankful that you were civil in your encounter with the royal family,” Lucon said while he and his Northman companion are walking at the streets of the town. “To be frank, I’m not sure if the meeting is going to go well as what has intended a while ago, given at how your people’s… unsavory dealings with different lords back when we were still at war. Ah, no offense, of course.”
“I’ve been hearing that a lot, so it’s nothing new. We are known as vile heathens after all, haha.” Siegtyr understood the young lord’s perspective. The Northmen had the ugly reputation of treating prisoners of war inhumanely. From using them as target practice for arrows to deliberately mocking their decapitated heads like violent madmen. As such, this is also one of his tasks, to enlighten the people that the men of the North also possess a rich culture that does not necessarily involved killing, rape, or just outright brutality. So, he said this to Lucon. “But in case you are still wondering, we Northmen are also capable of civil discussions, diplomacy, and sometimes, poetries of love, yes. So, don’t act surprised next time if you meet some of my brethren who are soft-spoken and careful like a ladybug.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. I appreciate the enlightening statement.” Lucon expressed his thanks.
The rest of the trip was filled majority with silence. There are some questions every now and then coming from both men to one another, mostly about each other’s culture and the town at which they are in.
The two young men ended up at the Marketplace, the place where they needed to pass by if they want to reach the estate that is located somewhere in the western section of the town. While on their trek, something caught the attention of Siegtyr. He heard something quite interesting that is worth the investigation.
“Whaattt!!!??” The scream came from a woman’s voice. Upon closer inspection, it came from a certain red-haired young lady. She was dressed in a white collared blazer with gold-colored military-style ornaments that were adorned on its fabric. The uniform consisted of green lace and two black buttons. She also possessed black leather gloves and long stockings with a pair of simple brown shoes.
“You heard me, my lady. I don’t give a Denarius if your father is the leader of the Merchant’s guild. I’m not making any exceptions.” The man who she was speaking to is a crude-looking one. The man is clad in a light-blue shirt and khaki leather pants and black boots. He was neither handsome nor unattractive, simply your average middle-aged man who anyone ought to forget after around five minutes of seeing him.
“But what you are charging is rather ridiculous!! 900 Denarius for a single silver bear pelt?! You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you!?” The young woman said out loud in an unbelieving tone.
“Of course not, Lady Anna. Silver Bears are rare majestic beasts from Northland. Thanks to the treaty, we were able to procure such authentic high-quality magic fur from our new friends at the North. Surely the price is worth it, given the item’s rarity and the distance traveled just to get this valuable item to the market.” The man explained as he justified the huge price of the animal fur.
“Hmm, I suppose you are right.” Anna rubbed her chin and marveled at the beautiful silver color of the pelt. “But still, the price is too high is it not? How about 700?”
“Oh no, my lady. 900 is the fixed price as what I’m telling you over and over again. Either you buy or leave and stop wasting my time. There are a lot of nobles who would murder their own kin just so these pelts can be tailored to their clothing.” The merchant said in a dismissing and rude tone, ushering Anna away by waving his hand dismissingly.
“Tsk, what an arse.” Anna clicked her tongue in annoyance and was left no choice but to give in with the merchant’s offer. When her father heard rumors of a merchant who just arrived and brought silver bear pelts to be sold at the market just this morning, he instructed Anna to purchase one so he can determine its actual value in the market as per his job in the merchant’s guild. Of course, money is not an issue for Anna and her family, given their success in the business world. She just wanted the best bargain as she can get with both sides being benefited as per her nature as a self-respecting future merchant of the Empire.
“Arse indeed.”
Anna was caught off-guard a bit upon suddenly hearing a slightly rough voice of someone coming beside her. Upon looking at her side, her surprise instantly skyrocketed at seeing none other than a young Northman shaking his head amusingly at the merchant right in front of her.
“Oh… Hello, good friend of the North. It’s rather rare to see your kind here. Do you want to purchase a silver bear pelt?” The merchant greeted him as best as he could. Although Siegtyr raised a brow upon sensing the nervousness coming from the volume of the merchant’s speech. Either the man is just genuinely nervous of his presence or he could be hiding something, the latter Siegtyr highly suspected.
“I can’t help but overhear your conversation with this pretty lady over here. You are saying that these are authentic silver bear pelts from my homeland, yes?” Siegtyr clarified and grab a pelt from the stall. He proceeded to inspect the pelt meticulously.
“Why of course. You Northmen sure have majestic beasts roaming around your lands. Thankfully with the war over, we can easily procure such rare items.” The merchant kept his composure in his explanation. Although he was in for a surprise when the Northman was actually fluent in their language. Even Anna was feeling the same way with her eyes widen. Now she was truly interested who this man is, especially when she determined that he may actually be around the same age as her.
“Hmm, yes, you are right. Trade has finally opened between us all.” Siegtyr said while still inspecting the pelt. Shortly after, another person has arrived at the scene, in the form of Lucon Augustus himself no less.
“Lord Lucon?” Anna uttered as she was acquainted with the nobleman. He was the cousin of her best friend, Cecille after all. Although her confusion has shifted to the item that he is currently carrying, a bucket of water.
“Hello, Lady Anna.” Lucon smiled at the redhead. He then took notice of the confused expression coming from her face. As a result, he quickly realized her bafflement and explain it to her. “Ah, in case you are wondering, the young Northman beside you, Lord Siegtyr, has instructed me to bring this bucket of water to him. As for the reason though, that is for us to see.”
“Uh-huh.” Anna was now even more flabbergasted by Lucon’s response. It only served to raise more questions rather than to answer her. Also, why is Lucon, a well-respected noble of the Augustus family, is bringing such an item of questionable nature to the Northman? Well, questionable in this particular scenario at least. And wait, she also heard the word Lord in Lucon’s address to the Northman, so he must be someone of importance.
While this was going on, many people in the vicinity all gathered at what the fuss is all about, given that they saw Lucon Augustus himself together with the strangest of company that is a Northman.
“Lord Siegtyr, here is the item that you requested,” Lucon said and laid the item to the ground.
Siegtyr grinned and nodded in approval. Without any warning, he plunged the pelt that he was holding into the water, much to the utter bewilderment of the lookers. After a brief moment, he took out the pelt and verified its now wet condition.
“As I suspected.” Siegtyr eyed the wet pelt with disdain. “It’s fake.”
With Siegtyr’s statement, the crowd was immediately in an uproar, comparable to the scene of the royal assembly that he participated just a few moments ago.
Anna instantly turned alarmed at the Northman’s accusation. To accuse a merchant of fake goods is something that is not an issue to be taken lightly. The penalty for such transgression is a huge fine, a minimum of 10,000 Denarius, and 5 years of imprisonment. If the offender is not able to pay, then it’s an additional 5 years for him or her instead until the fine was settled.
“Fake!?” The merchant’s mouth turned agape at the Northman’s allegations. “I don’t appreciate at being accused like that, friend. If my merchandise is what you claim to be, then do you have any proof? If not, then you only make a fool of yourself. You don’t want to give the people a reason to antagonize your own kind even further now, would you?”
“Funny, the only fool that I see is you, little man.” Siegtyr remained unfazed by the merchant’s shallow threats and instead, even taunted him without hesitation. “But since you ask proof, then proof shall you receive.”
Siegtyr reached out inside one of his pouches hanging from his belt and took out something that caught the attention of the public. The item is none other than a smaller piece of the silver bear pelt, having the same color as the merchandise that the merchant has been selling. However, the similarity only ended there.
“What I have here is the original silver pelt. It once belonged to the silver bear who I have killed myself during my first hunt five years ago. Despite many years have passed, the quality of the pelt has never diminished, not even one bit. An actual pelt of the silver bear pelt, like the one I’m currently holding, will shine outstandingly under the glorious sunlight after being doused in water. The ones that you shamelessly display are nothing but cheap imitations.” Siegtyr presented the item on his hand and dipped it into the water as he did to the fake one. After taking the smaller pelt out from the water, the crowd’s eyes widened at the spectacle that has occurred before them.
Unlike the ones that were sold by the merchant, the sliver pelt belonging to Siegtyr glistened beautifully under the radiant sun. Its shining glory was a witness for all the people to bask upon. The pelt is no doubt a valuable item of great wonder, comparable to luxurious pieces of jewelry that are worn mostly by noblewomen to flaunt their wealthy status for the whole public to see. After all, it is naturally in men’s nature to be attracted to shiny objects. Apparently, the shinier a thing is, the more expensive it is. Of course, the notion is not applicable in every scenario, like for example, the blinding light of a powerful Light Magic spell that is used to smite the opposition to smithereens.
“By the Creator, that’s beautiful.” Anna was awestricken by the pelt, a feeling that was shared by every onlooker present at the scene.
“Of course, that’s entirely up to you all if you believe me or not, the words of a Northman regarding his own products from the North.” Siegtyr mentioned his final remarks to Anna and the crowd about the whole matter and brought his personal pelt back at his belt pouch.
All of the witnesses now turn their wrathful gaze towards the fraudulent merchant. The merchant himself was now seen to be sweating profusely, contemplating his next choice of actions or words that would decide his fate at this very moment. It was supposed to be a simple plan on paper. He would declare his merchandise to be the infamous silver bear pelts of the North, garner some quick yet high profit from this endeavor and immediately leave the town and go to the next before the people would eventually suspect of the pelt’s authenticity. If the Creator is a poet, then the Supreme Divine did a fine job at allowing a Northman no less from exposing his scheme involving northern products. Talk about poetic justice.
“No words of defense?” Siegtyr snickered at the man’s pathetic reaction. “I’m not sure if you know this, but sweating like a little pig does not help in any way whatsoever in proving your innocence.”
“Indeed.” Lucon agreed with a frown. “If you surrender yourself to the guards, then you will be treated and judged fairly in court. The Northman beside me is not just anyone but a Thane and envoy from the kingdom of Uppsland. Thus, his word has considerable weight.”
The merchant started to contemplate his next choice of action or words at this very moment. He could do what the nobleman suggested and surrender to the mercy of the city guard. On the other hand, if there’s even a slight chance of escape…
Not to mention, the marketplace is also crowded. Meaning it would serve as a great distraction in his retreat. With the factors presented right before him, he made his fateful resolution.
Without any warning, the merchant quickly pushed his trading stall straight at the trio in front of him. The hasty action’s purpose is to least get him a head start in his escape. He then ran as fast as he could, pushing any bystanders away who are blocking his path.
“What the!? Guards with me!!!” Lucon took the initiative and called his fellow men-at-arms nearby to give chase at the criminal on the run.
Siegtyr calmly watched Lucon and the guards running to the direction of the merchant’s route. He then turned to his side to see the redhead groaning in pain. Due to the wood of the stall breaking and coming right at them, she unluckily sustained an injury in the form of a wound at her knees.
“Hmm, that’s got to hurt,” Siegtyr commented at the redhead’s condition. “You want some help with that, miss?”
“Yes please.” The redhead nodded while grunting in annoyance.
“Alright, hold still,” Siegtyr said and took out another item from his other pouch. It was a white ointment, and he knelt down to apply the medicine directly at her wound.
After bandaging her wound with a clean cloth, the Northman stood up and offered his hand at her to do the same. She accepted the kind gesture and smiled appreciatively in return for his efforts.
“My thanks.” The redhead merely said. “And I also apologize for you wasting your medicine at my minor injury.”
“It’s no big deal.” Siegtyr shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “I eventually have to use it one way or another. I found the situation appropriate, so I did.”
“I see, then you have my gratitude.” Anna simply nodded in response. “Well, I hope that goat fucker is going to get what he deserved. The dungeon is a fitting place for people like him.”
“Perhaps,” Siegtyr said, amused by the woman’s colorful insult. “And speaking of said fucker of goats, I suppose it’s time that I do my part.”
“Your part?” Anna tilted her head in confusion, wondering what the Northman meant.
“To catch him by myself obviously. He used and twisted my people’s resources as a way to satiate his greed for coin. I simply can’t let this pass.” Siegtyr said with indomitable conviction in his every word.
“I’m sure that’s not necessary anymore.” Anna voiced out her own opinion. “Lord Lucon and his men are already on their way in apprehending him. At this point, they are already far from here. Chasing him would be a fruitless undertaking. You should have done so right at the very beginning.”
“And ignore a pretty lady’s injury? Well, that’s kind of rude don’t you think?” Siegtyr smirked, causing her to blush a bit by him being a gentleman and his concern to her as a whole. He then crossed his arms and told her, looking at the various houses and establishments in front of him. “Besides, I just gave him a head start. It would be boring if the prey gets hunted at the start of the hunt, don’t you agree?”
“And how do you propose to catch him then?” Anna was quite interested in how the Northman is going to accomplish his goal.
“From the top. Let’s just say that I have a dear friend from the sky.” Siegtyr answered her. In a short while, he took out his round shield and sword and handed it to her, much to Anna’s utter confusion. “Hold this for me, will you?”
“Huh?” Anna was dumbfounded while receiving Siegtyr’s equipment. She witnessed the Northman now making his own chase. What he did next though shocked her to no end.
“Did he just climb that building like a freaking acrobat!?”
Indeed, Anna was greeted by the sight of Siegtyr scaling the nearest building like it was a simple chore for him. She could not help but think that he made the dexterous feat all too easy, judging by the way he agilely maneuvered himself and reached out gaps, ledges, and windows without any tools or magic to assist him. Add to the fact that he performed all this without any clumsy and awkward movement. As such, she could only wonder if Northmen like him are going to be climbing up buildings on a daily basis should some of them choose to officially make their residence here in the near future. In just a very little while, he was now on top of the building and eventually disappearing from her sight, jumping to the next building like a true master of the heights.
On her first meeting with a Northman, a smile graced forth on her beautiful face, finding him to be very interesting. Anna hoped that they will meet again sometime as she determined him to be an okay guy in her book based on their initial interactions with one another.
“Well, he still needs to retrieve his sword and shield from me though. That certainly won’t be the last I’ll be seeing of him.” Anna muttered to herself while staring at the above horizon where Siegtyr was last seen. “But wait, the new transfer student is a Northman, right? If so, then it must be him, no mistake.”
For some reason, Anna can’t help but be giddy at the prospect of meeting him again. Tomorrow at the Academy is going to be a whole lot interesting with someone like him in the picture.
No doubt, a storm is about to break loose at Lionheart Academy taking form in the fury of the North.