The carpenters arrived on the third day after Forgemaster Ivan had dropped off Nadia’s tools. Viktor spotted them walking through the gate while Nadia was doing her strength training. It looks like the time has come to see what’s going on in the other graveyards… She’ll be excited for some new scenery.
“Nadia, come help me pack. We need to hurry so we don’t take up their time.” Nadia grinned and nodded when she saw them.
“Are we bringing anything besides our clothes? Should I pack some books and paper?” Viktor chuckled and shook his head.
“We’ll have new books to read when we get there. But pack some paper just in case. I doubt the cottage has been lived in since Brother Dmitri’s death.” Viktor watched Nadia run inside while he greeted the carpenters. A woman with a belt full of hammers bowed and introduced herself and her crew.
“Good morning, Brother Viktor. I am Nat, and this is my crew. Hans, Helga, Kristoff, and John. We were hired by Mother Anya to work on your cottage. Did you have any requests or concerns before we begin?” Viktor shook his head, wincing as something broke, and Nadia looked out the window at him. Sounds like I need to buy new dishes… Maybe I’ll take some from the middle graveyard when we leave.
“Good morning! I’m afraid the only thing we need is an extra room. One big enough for Nadia to sleep and study in.” Viktor raised an eyebrow when Nat and the others chuckled. “Did I say something amusing?”
Nat shook her head and pulled out a letter. “My apologies, Brother. We meant no offense. It’s just… Mother Anya said you’d say that. Word for word! We’ll need to do an inspection first, and then we’ll begin work. Given the size, I doubt you’ll be away from here for more than a couple of weeks!”
I should’ve known Mother Anya would say something like that. Maybe I should pull a few pranks. I’m getting predictable! “That… sounds like her. My underling, Nadia, is currently packing. Would you care for some tea while you wait?”
Nadia stuck her head out the window. “Viktor! Are we taking the bed with us? I’m not sure how we’re going to carry it. Do you have a wagon?”
Viktor shook his head, smiling at Nat. “Did Mother Anya give you any other instructions?”
Nat gave Viktor the letter and grinned. “She said we’re not supposed to let you take any of the furniture with you. And you don’t need to worry about plates and cups. Mother Anya has already taken care of everything. You won’t even recognize this place when you return!”
That’s what I’m afraid of. Viktor scanned the letter twice before staring at Nat. “She wants to take away my washtub?”
“We’ll be putting a brand new tub for you, Brother. A bigger one that has symbols to keep the water clean and warm! The only thing you’ll have to do is fill it with water, and we’ll be working on the well.” Viktor shook his head and pocketed the letter.
“Thank you, Nat. I’m sure you and yours will do a wonderful job…” Let’s see if she warned them. Viktor turned to Nadia and shouted. “Forget the bed. Save the tub! I grew up with that thing!”
Nadia blinked but quickly grinned as she ducked back inside. Nat chuckled and shook her head. Viktor looked at her and tried to look stern. “I like that tub. It makes an excellent table.”
Nat chuckled. “I won’t deny that Mother Anya was very insistent that we remove all of the old furniture. But I’m not going to stop you from taking it with you.”
Viktor nodded. “I appreciate that. If you’ll excuse me. I need to check on Nadia and do my own packing.”
Nat and the rest of the carpenters waved him off good-naturally, and Viktor quickly went inside. Nadia already had her portable chest strapped to her back as she greeted him. “This is going to be amazing! How do you want to carry out the washtub? Are we going to a different graveyard right now?”
“We’ll leave as soon as I finish packing. And I’ll carry the washtub… Apparently, we’ll be getting lots of new things. I’ll have to wait and see what else to buy you when we come back.” Nadia clapped her hands and handed Viktor his chest.
“How long will we be gone? Should we bring the food with us?” Viktor thought about it as he stared at their kitchen wall. Mother Anya had the timing down to the day. This food isn’t going to last much longer. Viktor shook his head and smiled.
“We should expect to be gone for at least two weeks. We can leave the food for the carpenters. I’m sure the cottage we’re going to will be fully stocked.” And if it’s not, we’ll talk to Mother Anya. Food should never be wasted, even in peacetime. Viktor kept most of his clothes in his chest, so packing didn’t take long.
He tied some rope around his favorite pan and looped it around the tub before strapping it to his back. Nadia watched from the door, and Viktor couldn’t resist looking around the room a final time. “What’s wrong, Viktor?”
“Nothing. I’m just… this was how it looked when Dmitri found me. It seems wrong to change it now.” Nadia hugged his arm and smiled.
“It doesn’t need to change. I don’t mind sharing the same bed.” Viktor laughed and shook his head.
“You need to work on your phrases, Nadia… Let’s get going. We have a bit of a walk ahead of us.” Nadia grinned and opened the door. Viktor followed after a last look and wasn’t surprised to see the carpenters waiting for them. He walked over to Nat and grinned. “I leave the cottage in your capable hands. We left some food. Feel free to eat and bring whatever you don’t eat home. The bread should last at least two days.”
Nat bowed, and the other carpenter laughed. “Thank you very much, Brother. I hope the two of you have a pleasant walk. And you can rest assured that if the work goes on longer than expected. We will inform you as soon as possible… Are you sure you want to bring your tub with you?”
“Will it be here when we return?” Nat chuckled and shook her head.
“Mother Anya was very clear about the old furniture, though I must admit. I’d love to hear the reason why she wants it gone. It looks old, but I can think of several families who’d be happy to have it.”
“I believe Brother Dmitri won this tub from her. I don’t know the details, but this isn’t the first time she’s tried to get rid of it… I’ll let you get to work. Do not feel the need to rush, Nat. And don’t worry about the graveyard. We charged it yesterday, and the spirit orbs promised to behave.”
Nat grinned, bowing again before leading her coworkers inside. Nadia was already at the gate, grinning and waving when he approached her. “Shall we get started, Nadia? Did you remember everything?”
“I think so. All of my clothes are in my chest, and I even looked under the bed!” The cottage door opened, and said bed was tossed outside. Viktor shook his head but led Nadia away from the graveyard. I’m sure Mother Anya ordered a new bed for each of us, but everything is changing so much!
They had to pass through the market and cross two bridges to reach the graveyard reserved for most of the nobility and the wealthy. Viktor smiled as he took a deep breath, savoring the scents of fresh flowers and a hint of spice in the wind. It was past the time for lunch, and Viktor couldn’t wait to remove his burden so he could stretch.
He turned to Nadia, not surprised to see she was holding up despite still appearing to be about to fall over at the slightest breeze. Is that due to all the strength training we’ve been doing, or has she always been this strong? “Nadia, come up here. You can see the graveyard from the top of the bridge.”
Nadia’s face lit up as she hurried to Viktor’s side. “Really? Why are the graveyards so far apart from each other? Are we going to see the other one, too?!”
Viktor pointed to a chimney coming from a long white roof that faintly shimmered under a barrier. “The nice version is to have multiple ways to lure undead so they don’t attack the populace. See that chimney? That’s attached to our new home. The graveyard is connected to it by a bridge. The running water helps deter vampires.”
Nadia’s pleasure at the sight quickly vanished as she looked at Viktor. “And the not nice version?”
I can’t tell if she’s maturing or simply getting moodier… either way… “The not nice version is those with money don’t want anything to do with those who don’t, even in death. I’ll explain more when we get settled in. We might have to deal with the Life Clerics for a bit, though. We’ll eat soon.”
“I’m not hungry, and I don’t want to pretend to get along with people who stop us from doing our jobs. Where’s the last graveyard, Viktor?” Viktor raised an eyebrow. Is she angry? She used to thrive on wanting to please people. Now, she’s…
“You’re not going to last long if you can’t keep your temper in check, Nadia. But I understand where you’re coming from.” Nadia grinned, causing Viktor to chuckle as they resumed walking. “The last graveyard is in the palace grounds. Only the royal family and a select few are buried there.”
“How does one get selected for it? Do you have to pay them a fortune?”
“That’s a good guess, and I wouldn’t doubt some have tried it. But, usually, the honor is given to those who’ve done the city or the royal family a great service. I believe Father Gregor, Mother Anya, and Forgemaster Ivan will be buried there if they haven’t requested something else.”
“What about you? Or Father Lena? Surely, everyone recognizes how amazing you are, Viktor. And I know the spirit orbs would welcome you wherever you’re buried! And didn’t you tell Ivan to protect your remains during your spar?” Viktor winced at the memory and shook his head.
“I doubt I’ll be honored like that. The king hates being reminded of death in any way. But I wouldn’t be surprised if Ivan outlived me. That old man will still be here when the barriers fall, and the undead will taste fire and ash for many years after.” Nadia scowled, but they had reached the gate, and a Life Cleric was already opening it with a bow.
“Greetings, Brother Viktor and Sister Nadia. My name is Brother Mikail. I’m the one who’s been looking after the graveyard for the month. Would you like to visit the cottage first or head straight for the graveyard?”
Viktor looked at Nadia and shrugged. “I don’t know about you, but I prefer losing some weight before visiting the little ones. Would you like to see the cottage first?”
Nadia grinned, nodding as she waited for Brother Mikail to step aside so she could hurry up the path. She turned back to Viktor and waved. “If you didn’t want to carry the tub. You should have told me. I would have carried it for you!”
Brother Mikail raised a polite eyebrow, but Viktor could only chuckle. “This tub is a part of my childhood. I’m not letting a crazy girl carry it… Can you see the cottage yet?”
He turned to Brother Mikail and bowed. “The enthusiasm of youth only serves to tire out the old… You said you were assigned here for the month, Brother? Has anything happened?”
Brother Mikail shook his head while the two trailed after Nadia. “I’m proud to say that everything has been peaceful. We have had no funerals since I arrived, and the barriers have been working beautifully. I doubt you’ll need to do much, so please. Take this time to relax, Brother Viktor. This may be your domain, but I dare say we haven’t done a poor job of maintaining things for you.”
“I never doubted that… I haven’t been in a good state of mind since Brother Dmitri’s death. But I won’t deny it’s nice being over here again… This is a good learning opportunity for Nadia.” And it might remind people how things are supposed to be done. Brother Mikail nodded, and they caught up to Nadia as she stared at the cottage in awe.
“Oh, Viktor… This is a house! We’re getting a real house! It even has windows in places you can’t reach without ladders, like in the Temple of Life!” Viktor chuckled.
“Actually, Nadia. This cottage has two floors”- He didn’t get any further as she squealed.
“Two floors? Does this mean we each get a floor? Do we still get to eat together? What are we going to do about our sleeping arrangements? Can I climb on the roof?!” Brother Mikail tried to hide his laughter behind his hand, but Viktor patted his arm.
“No, you can’t climb the roof. No, you don’t get a whole floor to yourself. The bedrooms are on the second floor. We’ll have your lessons and eat together on the first floor. And you’ll be sleeping in your own bed while we’re here. We might only have a couple of weeks here, but it’s still a good idea to learn some independence, Nadia.”
Nadia pouted while Viktor turned to Mikail. “Yes, Brother. The rumors are true. She is always like this. I bet you’re happy you’re not staying the night, eh? She’ll bombard you with questions until you can’t think straight.”
Brother Mikail almost choked, but he managed to spit out. “Ha ha. I’m pleased to hear that. It’s a wonderful thing to help guide the next generation…” He doubled over when Nadia glared at him and shook while whispering. “You shouldn’t talk like that, Brother. You’re not that old yet… And my quarters are down the street if you need anything.”
Viktor chuckled. “I doubt we will. But thank you. I can show Nadia around, Brother. It hasn’t been that long since I last stayed here.”
Brother Mikail looked like he wanted to argue but took a deep breath and bowed to hide his smile. “As you wish. You’ll find that everything is in order. I washed the sheets myself. And the kitchen is fully stocked. I would recommend using the packages wrapped with a blue string first. Those are the more delicate staples.”
Nadia hugged Viktor’s arm, seemingly gaining a better mood now that Brother Mikail was about to leave. “Delicate? What do you mean by delicate? How can food be delicate?”
Viktor patted her shoulder and answered for him. “Do you remember when I told Forgemaster Ivan that I wanted his freshest goods when I won the bet?”
She nodded. “We still haven’t gotten any, though. Do you think he forgot?”
“No. And never mention that in front of him. Forgemaster Ivan has a mind like a steel trap. The day he starts to forget things is the day we’ll have to paint arrows everywhere… Only he’ll still follow the wrong ones just to spite us!” This earned a chuckle from both of them, and Viktor grinned.
This is how it should be. The Paths work together in harmony, so the clerics and everyone else can as well. “Some food is… fancier than others. The ones with the blue string are just one of the ways you’ll know you’re getting superior quality. Can you guess why, Nadia?”
“Because it means the baker is a Water Cleric or works for one?” Brother Mikail shook his head and gently touched Nadia’s shoulder.
“That’s a close guess, Sister Nadia. But the blue string, in this case, means the products are made by a royally-trained chef. They have leave to sell their food without waiting for a Water Cleric to verify everything. And the seals on the packaging keep them as fresh as possible. You can heat some of the muffins in a pan with some butter, and you’ll feel like you’re in the chef’s kitchen. I promise you’ll enjoy them!”
Nadia hummed as she looked between them. “That sounds good… Are there any other colored strings we should know about?”
Viktor chuckled. “More than we have time to pester Brother Mikail for. If you’re so curious, perhaps we should find you a cookbook. Cooking is a great skill to learn, and it can help you with your meditation.”
Nadia’s eyes widened as she stared at him. “Really? You’d let me cook, Viktor? I can make you something, and you’ll eat it?!”
“As long as it’s edible, yes. Shall I find one for you then, Nadia? I know a few tricks, but stews are my specialty. You don’t need a lot of ingredients to make a good meal.”
“Yes! Yes, please, I want to learn!” Nadia hugged Viktor, almost knocking him off balance before Brother Mikail caught his arm. The Life Cleric chuckled as he bowed again.
“It would seem the two of you have things well in hand. I shall take my leave now. Have a good time, Brother Viktor, Sister Nadia.” Brother Mikail turned, but Viktor caught his arm.
“Ah, just a moment, please, Brother Mikail. There is something I wanted to ask you.” The Life Cleric nodded, face still composed in a calm smile as Viktor continued. “I heard there’s a noble with a ghost problem. Has that matter been resolved?”
Ivan hasn’t sent word that it has, but it’s possible he was distracted by something else. Brother Mikail hesitated before slowly shaking his head. “I haven’t heard that it was… Are you saying you wish to assist us with this?”
Viktor bit down on a flare of frustration as he nodded. “As I’ve said, I appreciate you and yours assistance. But dealing with a ghost, especially an angry one, from what I’ve heard. Is not the same as charging a barrier. Even if you have the means to see ghosts, it doesn’t mean you can deal with them. I’m sure you understand.”
I will not beg to do something that I should have been informed of from the start. But I can’t ignore a spirit that might be in pain. Brother Mikail nodded, causing Viktor to relax as the Life Cleric’s smile turned genuine. “I hear the wisdom in your words, Brother. But I don’t have the authority to bring in another cleric. Let me ask my teammates first. We’ve been handling things so far, but watching how a Death Cleric does things can only help us, right?”
“Right! I’m sure you’re aware that Nadia needs training. She’ll have to deal with a ghost sooner or later, and I can keep a small number of people safe at the same time. Say, five, for example? The dead don’t like dealing with large groups, so we can’t have too many people involved.”
Brother Mikail nodded. “I understand. The numbers are acceptable, as there are only three of us, not including the Water Cleric who approved the sale. Thank you for your consideration, Brother. I’ll have an answer for you in a few days.”
Viktor and Nadia bowed as Brother Mikail left, and Nadia looked at Viktor. “What was that about? It sounded like you two were haggling for some reason.”
“That’s because we were. Brother Mikail wasn’t pleased that we knew about the noble. But he isn’t arrogant enough to dismiss me. Our duty is to help the dead as best we can. We might not be wanted, but everyone knows which Path you need to take when it comes to ghosts… Shall we head inside now?”
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Nadia grinned, nodding as she gently tugged Viktor up the steps and into the cottage. The wooden floor looked like a mirror as Viktor carefully set the washtub next to the door. “When Brother Dmitri first brought me here. We used this room for lessons, and the room over there is the kitchen.”
The entryway was little more than a decoration, but Nadia didn’t stop grinning when she spotted the bookshelves lining two walls before the stairs cut off her view. She didn’t wait for him as she hurried over and picked up a book with glee. “There’s so many books here, Viktor! Do you think our cottage will have bookshelves too? I’d love to surround myself with books while you’re sleeping!”
“That does sound good. Is that what you’re going to be doing tonight?” Nadia nodded without taking her eyes off the book. Viktor laughed and shook his head. She’s come a long way since we started. Hopefully, this shift doesn’t cause her to do something foolish.
“I’m sure Mother Anya included bookshelves in her plans. But how about we look at the rest of the cottage before you practice reading, eh?” Nadia carefully put the book back before turning to him with a serious look on her face.
“Absolutely! The chest’s weight didn’t change, but it feels like the rope is chaffing. Let’s look at our new rooms, and then we can check on the kitchen, and then we can visit the graveyard!” Viktor raised an eyebrow and tilted his head.
“What’s with you all of a sudden? You seem…” Nadia stared, but Viktor shook his head a few minutes later. “Sorry, I’m not sure how to describe it. I’m glad you’re having a good time.”
Nadia grinned as she followed Viktor up the stairs. “I always have a good time when I’m with you, Viktor!”
“You’ve barely been away from me since you arrived, Nadia.”
“And every day has been amazing!... Viktor?” He looked back at her, one foot on the second floor while the other rested on the top step.
“Yes?” Nadia kept one hand on the wall and stared at the ground.
“What… happens now?”
“Huh? What do you mean? We’re exploring the cottage and settling in. We’ll consider today a rest day since you finished your strength training earlier. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Nadia shook her head and looked up at him.
“That’s not what I mean! I meant, what happens later? Like once we’ve covered the basics? Are you going to move here, or am I going to move here? Because I don’t want either of those things to happen!” Viktor chuckled, earning a glare as Nadia continued. “I’m being serious, Viktor. I’ve told you how much you mean to me!”
“You have, and you’re important to me too, Nadia. But you’re overreacting. It takes time to learn everything. I won’t deny that we’ll be moving around every so often now that there are two of us. It’s part of our duties. But we won’t be separated for long. The royal graveyard is inside the palace grounds, and it’s the furthest away. We’d have to take a carriage to reach it in one day.”
And I don’t see the king allowing us inside unless something happens. I can only hope Nadia is never the cause. Viktor smiled as he moved onto the landing to let Nadia reach the second floor before patting her head. She continued glaring but smiled when he laughed.
“You’re overreacting, Nadia. The future isn’t here yet. We can take our time… especially since you’ve been devouring yourself to your studies. I’m proud of you! Keep this up, and I’ll buy you whatever book you want when we head back, ok?” Nadia’s eyes widened as she grabbed his hand.
“Really? Any book I want? Including a cookbook?” Viktor smiled as she squeezed his hand and nodded.
“If you really want two cookbooks, then yes. I’ll buy you one. But let’s focus on what we’re doing today first. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get this chest off me.” Nadia nodded, and Viktor led the way down the hall to a white door with a blue butterfly painted on it.
“The paint job is new, but this was the room I used when Brother Dmitri brought me on his travels. You’ll be able to see some of the graveyard from the window, and if we light a fire in the kitchen. This room will always stay pleasantly warm.” He stepped aside and bowed to Nadia, making her laugh as he said. “After you, my lady!”
“Viktor, you’re so silly. I’m a Sister. Not a lady!” She opened the door, and Viktor peeked around her to take in the room. Brother Mikail said he was the one assigned here for the month. I wonder how many people have used it? Brother Dmitri hadn’t been fond of too much decoration.
All of the cottages had been left in their natural beauty with regular polishing and maintenance to keep things in order. But just like the door, the walls were painted pale white, and a blue carpet nearly hid the floor as it disappeared under a proper bed with a wooden frame.
A desk, chair, and a bookshelf were painted to match the walls, and Nadia quickly set her chest at the foot of the bed before hurrying to the window. “Oh, wow. We’re up so high! I feel like I could fly if I jumped high enough once I was through the window! Have you ever tried that, Viktor?”
“No, and I hope you never do. I’m going to my room now, Nadia. Shall we head downstairs in about five minutes?” Nadia spun around, mouth open in shock as she shook her head.
“But I haven’t seen your room yet! It’s not fair that you get to see mine, Viktor!” He chuckled. I should have seen that coming.
“Very well. I wasn’t trying to say you couldn’t come with me. I thought you’d like to get settled in a bit. My room isn’t going to be that different from yours, though.” Nadia followed Viktor into the hall, leaving her door open as they reached the room Viktor still thought of as Brother Dmitri’s.
This door was also white, but it lacked a butterfly. Viktor took a deep breath as he slowly opened the door.
Brother Dmitri coughed as Viktor poked his head inside the dark room. The door was heavy, but Viktor used his shoulder to keep it open while he carried a small tray with a bowl of soup on it. Dmitri sat up with a strained smile as he approached and sighed, “Viktor, you shouldn’t be in here, Child. You need to focus on taking care of yourself.”
“I am taking care of myself, Brother. But Mother Anya said you shouldn’t get out of bed, and I made food!” He held up the tray in case his mentor missed it, causing the older man to laugh before wincing and hugging his chest. “Brother?!”
Dmitri took in several shaky breaths as he patted Viktor’s head. “I’m alright, my boy. You’re not getting rid of me any time soon.”
Viktor pouted, placing the tray on Dmitri’s lap as he handed him a spoon. “I’m not trying to get rid of you! You shouldn’t joke around so much, Dmitri. Even the spirit orbs are worried.”
Dmitri shrugged, digging into the soup before answering. “The spirit orbs can’t wait for us to join them, Viktor. They speak of love, and their affection is real. But never forget that they’re waiting for us to die… This is a good soup, by the way. Perhaps I should send you to the Fire Clerics. I’m sure the Forgemaster would love to get his hands on you.”
Viktor shook his head, earning another laugh as he went to the door. “I have no intention of spending more time around him. He just likes to hit me with a stick. I’m heading to the graveyard. Don’t rush; I’ll be back for the bowl later.”
Dmitri snorted. “You sound like an adult. Which is a sad thing to be when you’re five… This room will be yours in time. Take care of it when I’m gone, Viktor.”
“I don’t want this room, Brother. And I won’t need to take care of it for a long time!”
“Viktor?” Viktor blinked, the room refusing to come into focus for several seconds as Nadia touched his shoulder. “Viktor? Are you alright? You’ve been standing there for a few minutes. Is the room dirty?”
I’ve been standing here for several minutes? I wasn’t affected by the changes in the other room. Why am I reacting so strongly to this one? Viktor turned to Nadia, relief filling her smile, yet her eyes still appeared uneasy. “Have you snapped out of it, Viktor? Do you want to change rooms? I don’t mind sleeping in this one!”
“No… thank you, but no. I’m fine now…” Viktor stepped into the room that used to always have the curtains closed and set his chest down. It was also done in white, and the room felt more open and airy than it did in the past. Is the room bigger? It has two windows…
Nadia moved past him when she spotted the shelves and sat on the bed. “This is a great room, Viktor! Is that why you froze? Do you like the view? What is on the other side of the windows, anyway?”
Viktor shrugged as he stepped toward the nearest one. “It looks like part of the king’s woods. The nobles love hunting, so the king kept part of the forest next to the castle intact. Every year, merchants come with new animals to release within the forest. It’s one of the ways the city has kept a fresh supply of meat during the war… Don’t get comfortable. My bed is not going to be used by anyone but me!”
Nadia shrugged, not looking up from the book. “We’ve talked about this, Viktor. I’m not leaving you alone when you haven’t been sleeping well.”
“I’m a grown man, Nadia. I don’t mind you borrowing a book every now and then, but the point of having separate rooms is so we can have privacy.” Nadia opened her mouth, but Viktor was already turning away. “They’re just dreams, that’s all. I’ve had them before I met you, and I’m sure I’ll keep having them. Let’s go downstairs. I’m hungry.”
He left the door open and took the stairs two at a time. Nadia followed a minute later, but Viktor didn’t look at her as he went into the pantry. Brother Mikail wasn’t kidding. There are dozens of blue-stringed packages in here. I doubt we’ll make a dent by the end of the week.
Viktor pulled out the nearest one and checked the tag. “This isn’t the normal way of doing things. But how do you feel about having dessert before lunch, Nadia?”
She hummed while peeking over his shoulder to look at the tag. “Ch-chalk-late? Did I get it right? What is chalklete, Viktor?”
“You almost said it right. Good job on pronunciation.” He untied the string and revealed several small bricks of chocolate. Viktor broke off a corner and held it out to Nadia. “Try it. Chocolate is used in many dishes, as well as enjoyed by itself. I think there was a war to control the island it was discovered on. But I’ll need to look it up to be sure.”
Nadia took it and popped it in her mouth. Her eyes widened, and Viktor laughed as she reached for the package. He held it above her head and chuckled. “Easy now. I want some, too, you know. And you shouldn’t eat too much chocolate. You’ll get fat, Miss I don’t need to eat.”
“I don’t care if I get fat. That’s good! Really good! I’d start a war to get more, but I’d still share. Please, let me have some more!” Viktor gave her another piece before eating some.
“Shall I make something special, then? I’ll include some chocolate, so you know what I mean.” Nadia nodded, fingers twitching to grab the package, but she held herself back while Viktor began pulling out more packages.
“Are we having a feast, Viktor? That looks like a lot of food.” Viktor put the chocolate out of Nadia’s reach and washed his hands.
“We could have a feast. But the dish I want to make should keep us fed for a long time. And I’ll be able to safely store anything we don’t eat while we’re here.” Maybe I should send a message to Nat and request a pantry like this one. Mother Anya already approved of a new washtub. Surely a new pantry wouldn’t be asking for much since the renovations have barely started?
Viktor turned to Nadia and grinned. “Would you like to help me make it? We can visit the graveyard this afternoon.”
Nadia nodded, her eyes eagerly following Viktor’s movements… while trying not to stare longingly at the chocolate. “You need to wash your hands, Nadia. We don’t want to spread any germs around.”
Cooking with Nadia was different than cooking for himself and Nadia. Viktor stuck with giving her basic tasks, but she performed them with ease and was soon handing him things before he asked for them. The meal was meant to be a simple lunch, but Viktor found himself adding more to the pot long into the afternoon.
Nadia nearly jumped when Viktor threw in some chocolate. “What did you do that for, Viktor? It’s going to melt!”
“That’s what we want. Chocolate is made from different ingredients, so it can be used in many ways. We could dip small pieces of fruit or spread it on some bread. But in this case, the chocolate will make the curry thicker and more sweet. Trust me, Nadia. I know what I’m doing. I used to make this all the time.”
“I do trust you. But why haven’t we gotten anything like this before? It’s not fair that the food you get is based on how much money you have or where you live!” Viktor nodded but kept stirring.
“You’re right. But that’s how the world works, Nadia. Some people have nothing, while others have more than they know what to do with. But you’ll be pleased to know that we do get chocolate in our allowance. I ate the last of it before you showed up. And that cottage didn’t have anything like this one does. So a lot of the food would have spoiled before I could eat it.”
He placed a lid on the pot and smiled at Nadia. “We’ll get our share of the goodies, never fear. And I usually share what I have with the townsfolk. It’s a good situation for everyone. And I don’t see it changing once the renovations are done.”
Nadia nodded but still didn’t look convinced. “Does that mean that whoever lives in the royal graveyard gets to have a feast every day?”
“Not exactly. Our food is brought to us by Fire Clerics every day. It’s almost like we’re eating with the royal family since Forgemaster Ivan is in charge of the kitchens… We might be able to see it during the next festival. But it’d only be for one night.”
“Really? Why for such a short time? What’s so special about the next festival?” Viktor chuckled and sat down at the large wooden table. There’s no way this thing would have fit in our old cottage. We’d have to squeeze under it to reach the far wall. He tapped the chair next to him and waited for Nadia to sit down before speaking.
“There are several festivals held in Vern. But the next one is meant to honor both the dead and those who tend to them. Normally, the king hates to be reminded of his mortality, but he can’t ignore one Path and respect the others. That’s not how it works, and no one would follow a king like that. Do you understand so far?”
“I think so. The king is afraid of dying and thinks being reminded of his inevitable fate is a bad thing?”
“Pretty much. But this festival is held throughout the city. There will be music, dancing, and more food than even you can eat!” Nadia giggled and shook her head.
“That sounds like a challenge, Viktor.”
“It’s not, but our role in the festival is different. Volunteers come to dig fresh graves and clean the Spire. Death Clerics are forbidden from performing their duties during the festival. We travel the graveyards and greet the royal family as we spend a night in the royal graveyard. Personally, I can’t stand not doing anything, but Ivan threatened to break my skull if I tried to sweep a floor or get water from a well. It’s truly a magical time, Nadia. I’m certain you’ll enjoy it.”
“I’m sure I will. It’s nice seeing you get excited for once.” She smiled and lightly tapped his hand. “I like it when you’re happy, Viktor.”
“I… wasn’t aware that I wasn’t being happy?” I enjoyed myself when Ivan dropped off Nadia’s tools… Once I stopped bracing for the pain, I know he’s capable of producing. Have I been acting standoffish since Nadia arrived? He didn’t know, but before Viktor could process his past actions, a new thought occurred to him. “Nadia?”
“Yes, Viktor?”
“What else have you been doing when I’m asleep?”
“Nothing. I practice reading and writing. And sometimes I watch you sleep. Are you worried I’m going to do something during our stay here?”
“You’ve been acting strange lately. I’m used to seeing you be…” Viktor sighed. There are plenty of reasons why she’s acting like this. It’s not like she can sneak into the castle from here. Nadia tilted her head.
“Go on. You’re used to me being what?”
“More happy, I guess? It felt like you wanted to be friends with everyone you met. And now, you’re a bit reserved. It’s important that we get along with the other clerics. I’ve told you this.”
“You have, and I’m sorry if I upset you, Viktor. But…” She looked away and blew some hair out of her face.
“But?”
“But, it got boring trying to make everyone my friend, especially once I realized how some of them treat you. I’d rather spend my time and energy around people who deserve it instead of trying to please everyone. We’re not doing anything wrong, yet we’re constantly being set aside simply because of our Path. It’s annoying. I don’t understand why you let them get away with it!”
Viktor blinked, opening his mouth, but the words kept drying out before he could speak them. This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation, but why does it feel different? It’s almost like she’s… “Nadia… how old are you again?”
“I think I’m about a month old. My master didn’t keep me long before sending me here. Is that why my mind is changing? Am I taking too long, and he’s punishing me?!” Viktor hugged her and had to stifle a laugh.
“No, you’re not being punished… You’re growing up, Nadia.” Her body is an adult’s, yet her personality has been that of a child. She’s only been here for about a month and is quickly progressing in every way except for her mana control. We haven’t needed to use her trick with the spirit orbs. But that’s not going to last…
Nadia poked his cheek, and he looked at her. “When can we eat, Viktor? I want to know what that dish tastes like!”
“Soon, Nadia. We have to let it cook for a while. Why don’t you unpack and take a bath? I think we’ll save the graveyard for tomorrow. If Brother Mikail is right, we won’t have to do anything even if the renovations take longer.”
“I hope we stay here a long time. But I also want to go back home soon. Is that normal? Am I still growing up correctly?” Viktor chuckled and checked on the food.
“There’s no such thing as growing up correctly. People can try to plan their lives, but something always happens to shake us. But I think you’re coming along nicely. Just be sure not to bring home any suitors in the middle of the night, and I won’t complain.”
“I’m not going to bring home any suitors, Viktor. I already have you!” Nadia dashed up the stairs, leaving Viktor behind to shake his head. That definitely sounded more like a teenager than a child. I’ll need to be careful with her for now…
Viktor set the table and poured some curry into two bowls when Nadia came back downstairs. “You have perfect timing. I was about to call you.”
“I smelled the food. Why did you take some bread out? I thought we weren’t going to be able to finish it all?” Viktor handed her a slice and sat down.
“It’s for dipping. I love having bread with curry. Next time, I’ll make it spicy. It’s fun watching people’s faces change colors when they feel the heat.” Nadia tore off a piece of bread and dunked it. The curry stuck to it long enough for her to taste everything, causing her to close her eyes and nod.
“Does that mean you like it, Nadia?”
“I love it! We need to eat this more often! This food could bring about world peace!” Viktor laughed as he started eating. Her mood swings are more temperamental, but at least I can make her happy like this… Though, I do have to keep an eye on her in case she tries something.
Viktor didn’t like the idea of spying on Nadia, but as the rest of the meal went on. He found himself feeling more relaxed while Nadia praised the food. It was the perfect way to end the day, and Viktor had to bribe Nadia with more chocolate so he could wash the dishes.
“Get some rest, Nadia. Tomorrow is going to be busy. I want you to memorize everything about this graveyard and know it as well as you do the other one.”
“Is that what I’m going to have to do when we go to the royal one?” He nodded, waiting to hear Nadia’s footsteps on the stairs. But she didn’t move until he looked at her.
“Is there something wrong, Nadia?” She shook her head and hugged him, placing her chin on his shoulder while he continued to wash her bowl.
“Do you like doing that?”
“Doing what? Washing dishes?”
“That and doing chores like the laundry. You’ve never asked me to help beyond doing anything that can help with my strength training. Why?” Viktor wiped the inside of the bowl and shrugged.
“I’m used to it. Dmitri said I had to learn how to take care of myself before I could become a proper cleric. He believed that no one is above doing things like manual labor. Why? Did you want to help me with the chores?” She nodded, picking up a cup and washing it.
“Brother Dmitri sounded like a wise man.” Viktor took the cup and dried it.
“He was.” Nadia quickly washed the knife Viktor used to cut the bread.
“Would he have liked me?” Viktor took the knife and thought about it.
“I think he would have as long as you didn’t do anything to hurt anyone. Dmitri took his duties as a cleric seriously. He would have been sympathetic to your situation. But he wouldn’t have allowed you to do as you pleased if he thought you were a threat.”
Nadia nodded as she hunted for another dish, but everything was washed at that point. “It does seem like this world might take forever to conquer. But, I…”
“Go on. I told you that I wouldn’t do anything as long as you didn’t try to hurt anyone. You can be honest with me, Nadia… I am with you.” Viktor didn’t know which of them was more surprised, but he meant it. She’s been with me for a month and hasn’t broken my trust once. There is good in her. I have to help her stay connected with it.
“Viktor, you… do you think everyone deserves life?” He blinked and tried to get Nadia to face him, but stared at the ground and clasped her hands together.
“What do you mean by that, Nadia? Of course, everyone deserves to live. We only have one life, so we should live it without regrets. Where is this coming from?” Nadia took a deep breath and whispered.
“What about the murderers or other kinds of bad people? Do they deserve to live? Wouldn’t it be simpler to kill them so they couldn’t hurt anyone again?” Viktor shook his head, trying to keep his voice calm as he cradled her hands between his.
“Nadia, that’s… What you’re talking about is something many people are confused about when talking about the Path of Death. But it’s not our place to decide when someone should die. If someone were to attack me or you, and I felt that there was no other option. Then, yes, I would kill them to save myself and anyone else I was trying to protect. But I wouldn’t go into a prison to kill everyone. Do you understand?”
She nodded, but his relief was short-lived as she continued. “Why would you wait until someone committed a crime, though? We can talk to the dead. There can be no better form of witness, right? The dead can’t lie, so if they know who their murderer is, then”-
“Has a ghost told you they were murdered? Is that why you’re asking me this?” Nadia shook her head, but Viktor pressed on. “If that were the case. We’d need to tell the Fire Clerics so they can arrest the killer. We do not have the right to deliver justice, Nadia. Our role is to help the dead find peace and those they leave behind to enjoy their lives. We must never forget that. Do you understand?”
She stared at him with empty eyes for a moment, causing a shiver to go down Viktor’s spine. But the moment passed, and she nodded. “I understand. Forgive me, Viktor. I wasn’t trying to scare you.”
“I forgive you.” He pulled her close, tucking her head under his chin as he tried to calm down. “Promise me you won’t do something foolish, Nadia.”
Don’t die like Dmitri did. His actions were good, and he was in the right, but that didn’t matter to those who lined his pockets. They saw a Death Cleric overstep his bounds and attempt to interfere with a soldier’s business… I was the one who…
Nadia nodded, digging her fingers into his sides as she whispered. “I promise, Viktor. I won’t do anything foolish. I won’t make you regret being my friend and taking care of me. I promise you. Everything will be all right in the end!”