Nadia’s laughter greeted Viktor as he opened the door to find her sitting with Madame Olga on his bed. Perhaps I should look into getting some chairs… I’m pretty sure it’s improper to let this continue. But he couldn’t bring himself to hate the situation. Madame Olga’s eyes were red from crying, yet she smiled fondly at Nadia while patting her hand.

“Really, Nadia. It’s not that amusing. A proper lady would have let the brute off with a stern warning.” Nadia shook her head.

“I don’t understand what being a proper lady means, grandmother. But I know you were right to beat that man with a stick. Anyone who would try to steal deserves nothing less, especially for such a bizarre reason, too.” Nadia looked at Viktor and rose with a grin.

“Welcome home! I hope you don’t mind me letting Madame Olga inside, Viktor. She was in pain. I had to help her!”

Viktor smiled despite himself and bowed to Madame Olga, causing her to chuckle as she waved her hand. “None of that, Brother Viktor. This is your home. I should be the one bowing.”

“Please, don’t trouble yourself, grandmother. It warms my heart to see you in better spirits…” He looked at Nadia and raised an eyebrow. “Though I am surprised to see you here. Since there’s no way Nadia could have seen you from here.”

Nadia looked away to pick up the bucket. “I wanted to do some cleaning for you. Since you let me stay here, but I couldn’t find the well, and then I heard Madame Olga crying and…”

“It’s fine, Nadia. You don’t have to do that…” She wanted to clean? But the well isn’t that far, and it’s in the opposite direction from the graveyard. How could she have heard Madame Olga when I couldn’t? He gently took the bucket away before looking at the old woman. “Would you like some tea now, grandmother? The wind is getting worse, and I’d rather have something warm on a day like this.”

Madame Olga nodded while patting the spot beside her. “Tea sounds lovely, Brother. Do you mind if I borrow your apprentice for a while longer? It’s been ages since I’ve found someone who actually listens to my ramblings.”

The bucket slipped from his fingers, forcing Viktor to lunge for it as he stared at her in shock. “Apprentice?”

Did Nadia say she was? He looked at Nadia, but it was Madame Olga who replied with a frown. “Isn’t that what she is? I understand clerics accept all ages regardless of circumstances, and she isn’t wearing a robe. So I thought she must be new.”

“Um… T-that is… She isn’t”- A sharp knock at the door caused Viktor to turn around in relief. I don’t know who that can be, but their timing is perfect! He opened the door, bucket still in hand, as Father Gregor greeted him.

“Here you are, Brother. I was worried when you ran off like that…” He has the worst timing! Viktor followed Father Gregor’s gaze to Nadia, who was still where he left her, though she now seemed confused instead of enthusiastic. Father Gregor looked back at Viktor with a raised eyebrow. “Am I… interrupting something, Brother? I don’t recall seeing this young lady before.”

Viktor held up the bucket and prayed his smile was convincing. “I was… just about to make some tea, Father. This is Nadia, she… She’s new.”

Does he recognize my clothes? Should I try to correct Madame Olga in front of him? I’ve never had an apprentice. Surely Father Gregor would know if I was assigned one before I would? Father Gregor turned to Madame Olga and bowed. Viktor couldn’t tell if the old man was keeping quiet due to their audience, but he was grateful for it.

“A thousand apologies, dear lady. If I’d known Brother Viktor was tending to you. I wouldn’t have interrupted.” Viktor frowned. I told him I was going to check on her. Is this his idea of taking control of the situation? Do I want him to? Madame Olga shrugged and pressed her cane into the floor to help her stand. Nadia hurried to help her. Hands outstretched to steady the old woman as her confusion melted into concern.

“I’m fine, dear. Thank you.” She nodded to Father Gregor while placing her free hand on Nadia’s arm. “It’s no trouble at all, Father. I said my piece to that fool, and now I’d like to return home.”

She looked at Viktor expectantly. “Might you be so kind as to escort us, Brother? I can’t stand the thought of this little one walking the streets alone.”

Viktor looked at the bucket while slowly nodding. “I’d be honored to escort you, grandmother, but didn’t you want some tea first?”

That is what she wanted, right? Why is she suddenly in a hurry to leave? Madame Olga scowled and braced herself against Nadia as she began hobbling to the door. “As much as I appreciate your hospitality, Brother. I fear whatever you think passes for tea might send me to my grave. And I’m in no hurry to see that fool again. Now, please get the door. A proper gentleman should always be quick around women. Have a good day, Father.”

Viktor moved to obey instinctively, setting the bucket down and holding the door open for the women as they passed. But Father Gregor pointedly sat down on his bed. “Have a good day, Madame. I look forward to seeing you soon, and, Brother? Don’t worry about keeping me waiting. I already sent my underlings ahead. We cleaned the Spiral for you. I know you appreciate it.”

Viktor nodded. “It’s… always a pleasure to speak with you, Father. We’ll return as soon as possible…”

Father Gregor smiled, knowing he had Viktor trapped, and waved. Viktor forced himself to appear calm as he hurried to help Nadia and Madame Olga.

The winds made a game of whipping Viktor’s hood around as they walked. Most people were already inside, but there were a few vendors and shoppers determined to finish the morning on a high note. Madame Olga’s house dominated a corner of the marketplace with a low, crumbling wall and thick ivy growing up to the roof.

It must have been beautiful when it was new. It’s a shame the city doesn’t take care of its older buildings. Viktor kept an arm wrapped around Madame Olga’s shoulders as she fought for every step. No lights burned in the windows, and no one came to open the door as they reached the step.

Nadia frowned and hugged the older woman. “Are you sure you want to stay here, grandmother? Viktor’s house might be small, but it’s full of love!”

Viktor stared at Nadia incredulously. Is she insane? Why would she think anyone would want to live in my cottage? It’s too small and too close to the graveyard for most people! Madame Olga cackled at Viktor’s expression and patted Nadia’s cheek. “Thank you, dear. But I’ll be fine. I’m sure Brother Viktor doesn’t want to deal with an old woman any more than he wants to.”

“I never said that, but given that you didn’t want my tea”- Madame Olga cut him off with a wave as she unlocked the door.

“Your tea wasn’t the problem, Brother. I simply had no desire to be near Father Gregor. Now come inside. There’s a story between you, and I want to hear it.” Viktor looked at Nadia, but she shrugged as she helped Madame Olga inside. Viktor quickly followed them to the kitchen and began to make a fire.

Why do I get the feeling I would have been better off dealing with Father Gregor? He tried to ignore the way Madame Oga continued staring at him while Nadia looked around with wide eyes and clapped her hands. “Grandmother, this place is adorable! Your neighbors must be jealous!”

“Thank you, dear. I doubt anyone would be jealous of me, though. This place is full of holes… I doubt whoever moves in will stay long.” Viktor looked up, the flames quickly filling the room with some warmth.

“You don’t need to worry about that, grandmother. You’ll outlive us all.” And probably haunt whoever earned your wrath. Madame Olga chuckled and pointed at the chairs.

“You two are quite amusing, but I didn’t bring you here for flattery. I know a man’s clothes when I see them, and so does Father Gregor. If you two are up to some mischief, that’s fine. Young people should live once in a while, but there’s no need to lie. And I’m not so old that I don’t stay in touch with several powerful people in the city.” She looked between them and sighed when they didn’t move. “I’m not trying to threaten you two. Nadia seems like a good girl, and I’ve only heard great things about you, Brother Viktor. You’ve both done me a kindness today, and I’ve always believed that kindness should be repaid. And besides, I’m so old that I might die tomorrow, so what’s the harm in telling me?”

Viktor slowly slid into his seat and looked at Nadia. She smiled back at him and nodded. “It’s ok, Viktor. Grandmother is a very nice lady. I know we can trust her, and that old man didn’t say we had to come right back. Maybe he’ll get bored and go home!”

“I doubt it. Father Gregor isn’t the type to give up…” I didn’t do anything wrong, though… Not technically… Viktor groaned and rubbed his temples. I haven’t broken any rules, yet he looked like I stole the last slice of pie. Is it really that shocking to see a woman in my cottage? Am I that repulsive because of my abilities?

He didn’t know and didn’t need everyone in arms trying to pry into his private life. Viktor folded his hands under his chin and stared at Madame Olga. “There’s not much to tell. She arrived late last night. So, I offered her a place to stay.”

“And some of your clothes?” Viktor winced. I can’t just say she was wearing burlap, and I didn’t have time to work with Nadia on a cover story. What happens if she starts talking about her master again? I still have no idea who or what she is! Madame Olga raised an eyebrow as Viktor squirmed. “You’re really not like the other clerics, are you, Brother Viktor?”

“I’m sorry?” How am I not like the other clerics? Our duties differ, but our mission is the same. Madame Olga chuckled and shook her head.

“Don’t be. It’s refreshing to see a cleric, so… Hmm, how should I put it? Aware that they’re just as human as the rest of us.” Viktor frowned.

“I’m afraid I’m not following you, grandmother. I admit there are some clerics who can do better, but we all strive for the same thing… And there are plenty of good reasons for Nadia’s appearance! I don’t know what you’re implying, but”-

Madame Olga laughed and patted his hand. “Brother Viktor, I know your main duty is to tend the graves, but I think you should stop digging this one for yourself. I’m not trying to undermine you, silly boy. I only said I wished to help. But I can’t do that without knowing all of the details.”

But those details are confusing and might get us killed. I shouldn’t be sitting here, but I can’t go home yet, and Father Gregor wants an explanation. I didn’t do anything wrong, so why do I feel like I’m about to be executed? Nadia reached over and lightly touched Viktor’s hand. He looked at her only to see a soft smile.

“It’s going to be alright. Grandmother just wants to help. Which means she’s a friend too. We talked a lot while waiting for you, and I think we can help each other! Let’s stay here and talk with her some more, Viktor. We can deal with Father Gregor later!” She squeezed his hand, smile turning into a hopeful grin, but Viktor shook his head.

“You… Don’t understand anything, do you? You have no idea who he is and how this city works!” Nadia tilted her head and shrugged.

“Not really. But grandmother told me many things, and she wants to help. What’s wrong with letting her?”

“It’s not that simple! This isn’t about letting her help or not. That’s not the point, here!” Viktor jerked his hand free and began pacing. I should report her to the Fire Clerics. Even if Nadia is human, she and her master did cause some damage to the graveyard. They could have damaged the barrier at best. The graveyard would have been overrun, but if the worst happened… Viktor didn’t want to think about the loss of life. But he couldn’t bring himself to close his heart to Nadia. The spirit orb welcomed her, and that could only mean one thing.

He stared at Nadia, unsure if he wanted to see her sprout fangs and leap for his throat. But he only felt guilt when she continued to stare at him. “Viktor? Are you alright? Are you mad that I went outside without permission?”

“I’m… not mad… About that.” It would be easier if that were the case, but she’s here. And except for how she got here and some of the things she’s said… Nadia hasn’t done anything wrong… I shouldn’t be judging her on things she might do. But I can’t risk turning her loose, either.

Viktor sat down and bowed. “I apologize. That wasn’t acceptable behavior. And I…” Have no idea what I’m doing! “... I need help, grandmother. Nadia isn’t my apprentice, but I think she might be! She can see the spirit orbs, and they adore her! It’s just… she really did show up last night. I haven’t had time to process this, let alone introduce her to the other clerics or get the supplies she needs…”

And Father Gregor has seen her, so if I’m wrong, then I could lose my head. Madame Olga frowned but slowly nodded. “Does this have anything to do with what happened last night? I heard some of the men talking as I entered the temple. It sounds like some serious mischief happened.”

Viktor groaned but nodded. “Someone sent Nadia here. The barrier wasn’t damaged, but she hasn’t made much sense… So, I’m letting her borrow my clothes until I can find something else for her…”

I’ll have to visit the market later today. Hopefully, the other clerics will accept her. Madame Olga looked at Nadia’s feet and tsked. “Is that why the poor thing doesn’t have any shoes on? Did whoever sent her here bother to give her anything?!”

Nadia tucked her feet under the bottoms of her borrowed trousers and looked down. “He said my friend would help me with whatever I needed. And I don’t need shoes. My feet don’t get cold.”

Madame Olga snorted and rose. Viktor moved to help her, but she waved him off and looked Nadia up and down. “Nonsense! There’s no reason why you shouldn’t take proper care of yourself, and getting some shoes is a great start. Wait here. I’ll be back.”

She left the kitchen before either of them could say anything. Nadia fidgeted while looking at Viktor. “Did I say something wrong? I wasn’t trying to upset her.”

“I don’t think you upset her. She would have thrown us out if that was the case.” Nadia giggled, but she still kept her head down. Viktor sighed. “We… need a plan, Nadia. People are going to want to know who you are… Why you’re with me… I rarely talk with people outside of my duties, so we’ll need to answer questions.”

“Can’t we just say I’m your apprentice? Wouldn’t that make the most sense?”

“It would. But no one chooses to join the Path of Death. We… No one wants to do what we do.” Nadia frowned.

“But the spirit orbs love you. They were telling me all about you while you were gone. Are you saying their love isn’t returned?”

“I didn’t say that. I love my work and take pride in my Path. But if you’d asked me that when I started. I would have said no…” Brother Dmitrii didn’t care that I didn’t want to go with him. He didn’t need to. The spirits led him to me, and there was no one who cared where I ended up…

“Can’t I be the exception, then? I’ll work hard, Viktor. You’ll see. I’ll study every day and dedicate myself to our friendship!”

“I’m not saying you can’t enjoy yourself, Nadia. I just want you to be prepared for what’s coming. We need to come up with a plan… And you never told me what your master expects you to do.”

Nadia opened her mouth, but a creak from the hall alerted them to Madame Olga’s approach. She was carrying a large basket filled with clothes and a pair of shoes resting on top. She set the basket down and bowed. “Here we are. A few odds and ends for a growing girl. I even found some old shoes for you.”

Nadia’s eyes widened as she reached for the basket with eager hands. “These are for me? Really? I can keep these?!”

Madame Olga nodded. “Yes. I’m not going to use them, and I’d rather give them to a kind girl like you. Why don’t you head into the next room and try them on? I’m sure Brother Viktor would like his clothes back, and you can see if the shoes will work for you.”

Viktor covered his ears as Nadia squealed, dashing to obey while leaving him alone with Madame Olga. The two could hear Nadia as she rummaged through the basket. “This is very kind of you, grandmother. I’m sure Father Gregor will be pleased to hear of your generosity.”

“I don’t care what that man thinks. The Path of Life is a stifling affair. I know how to treat people, so why should I care if I decide to put myself forward every once in a while?” Viktor winced. That’s a fair question. I’ve never understood why the Paths of Life and Death are so similar yet so different. Even the Paths of Water and Fire follow the same pattern.

Madame Olga looked at Viktor and sighed. “This is what I was talking about. Any other cleric would be jumping down my throat to prove me wrong, but you… You listen and think. It’s refreshing to see.”

“I never claimed to know everything…” But I can think of some clerics that match her description. Madame Olga lightly patted Viktor’s hand.

“It must be difficult. But I have faith you can handle this. Father Gregor isn’t a bad man, just… opinionated. It’s a side effect of getting old. You tend to stop thinking about what’s acceptable and only care about what’s right.” Viktor chuckled, though his grin didn’t stay for long.

“I… love my calling. Being a cleric can be difficult, and there are some who spend more time reciting things than truly understanding them. But not all of us are that bad. My predecessor, Brother Dmitri, couldn’t stand most of the younger clerics. He said if he could beat them with his shovel. The world would be a better place.”

“That might be interesting to see. It might make people fear you for a good reason. Instead of assuming you’re one step away from necromancers.” Viktor scowled, his hands balled into fists as he took several calming breaths. She didn’t mean it like that. I mustn’t lose my temper!

Nadia peeked into the kitchen before hopping out in a gray tunic and matching trousers. She lifted her foot to show off the shoe and grinned. “I finished trying them on! Does this outfit look good? I wasn’t sure what would be proper to formally meet Father Gregor in.”

“You look fine, Nadia…” Should we go to the market first? It’ll hide her clothes, but she’ll look more presentable… Madame Olga patted Nadia on the head.

“Don’t listen to him, dear. You look lovely. How did the rest of the clothes fit?”

“Very well. But there are so many. Are you sure it’s alright for me to have them?” Madame Olga laughed.

“There’s no such thing as too many clothes when you’re a woman, Nadia. Future Death Cleric or not. You mustn’t forget that you’re a woman, especially since you’ll be with Brother Viktor all the time. Some of the men like to check in on him from time to time. Just to make sure he hasn’t worked himself to death.”

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Viktor raised an eyebrow at that. They were checking up on me? I thought they came to pay their respects to the dead… He shook his head and bowed to Madame Olga. “Thank you again for this. We won’t forget your generosity.”

He looked at Nadia, pleased to see she was bowing as well, before asking. “What did you do with my clothes?”

“I put them in the basket. They’re all nice and folded… Do you want me to wash them? I will once I figure out where the well is!” Viktor shook his head, ignoring Madame Olga’s laugh as he followed Nadia to retrieve the basket.

“You don’t need to wash them. You barely wore them for an hour. I’ll show you where the well is once Father Gregor leaves.” Assuming he doesn’t try to take her with him. Viktor didn’t like that idea. He didn’t know what Nadia was and wasn’t fully convinced she wouldn’t pose a threat.

But allowing Father Gregor to take her away felt wrong. He doesn’t have the training that I do. I don’t even know if he can still fight. He picked up the basket and bowed again to Madame Olga. “If you’ll excuse us, grandmother. It’s time we took our leave, but I’ll come back to check on you if you like?”

“As long as you bring Nadia with you. And good luck with Father Gregor. He didn’t look pleased when we left.” Viktor smiled as he watched Nadia open the door.

“He certainly wasn’t. But there’s not much he can do. We belong to different Paths…” Which means he has to write to Father Lena if he wants me to be punished. Does Father Lena know about Nadia? Should I bring that up while talking to the other clerics? Nadia waved to Madame Olga before letting the door shut behind them.

“Do you want me to carry the basket, Viktor? I don’t mind. What else are we going to do once Father Gregor leaves? Can we explore the town? I’d love to explore the town! Everything is so beautiful here. It’s nothing like my master’s home!” Viktor kept his face blank as he led Nadia back to the cottage.

“Oh? What’s it like? Your master’s home, and how’d you get here?” I need to gather as much information as possible. She doesn’t seem to mind talking, which can make things easier in case she does try to attack me later. Nadia frowned, tapping her chin in thought.

“I suppose… It’s easier to describe what it isn’t like. I only saw the one room. My master’s throne room! It was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows and statues of his favorite victims, and the fire bled a pretty purple color! He said it was the source of my life. So that makes it my mother, right? Humans and animals typically have two parents, and they work together to raise them. That sounds so nice, but my master said I’d be fine without him, so here I am. Ready and able to fulfill my mission!”

She pumped her fist in the air with a determined grin, but Viktor frowned. “What kind of place is that? Is your master a king or something?”

I’ve never heard of a kingdom being ruled by a sorcerer. I’ll have to check the library and see if the Fire Clerics discovered a new land… Although that wouldn’t explain how Nadia got past the barrier… Nadia shook her head. “Not a king. My master is a god! Have you heard of Zum? He’s the god of death, darkness, and destruction!”

Viktor felt his jaw drop and quickly snapped it shut. Is this girl stupid? Why would anyone admit to following a god of death, darkness, and destruction? She’s asking to get locked up! “I’ve never heard of Zum, but I’m not familiar with every religion… Did you come here with a delegation party or something?”

“No, silly. I already told you my master sent me here to meet you so you can help me! I’m already learning a lot, thanks to you, Viktor. I can’t wait to see what else you can teach me!”

“And what am I helping you with, exactly?” I haven’t taught her anything. What is she talking about? Nadia looked around, pleased that no one was paying attention, as she stood on her toes to reach Viktor’s ear.

“You’re going to help me take over the world for Zum! I can’t wait to get started. How long does it normally take you to perform your duties? I’d like to get a layout of the city so we can begin right away!” Viktor stared at her in shock before grabbing her arm and tugging her through the gate to the graveyard.

He could see Father Gregor’s form, but the old man had his back to the window, giving them plenty of time to duck behind a hill. Viktor let the basket drop as he grabbed Nadia’s shoulders with both hands and hissed. “Are you crazy? You can’t just go around saying things like that. Most people will ignore you, but there are others who’ll lock you up or worse. You’re talking about treason, Nadia. People get executed for that. Do you understand?”

Nadia blinked in surprise, but she patted Viktor’s hands and smiled. “I’m not crazy, Viktor. I understand that this sounds strange to you, but I promise I’m not lying. Zum has brought us together. He wouldn’t do that if you weren’t able to fulfill your part in his plans… Haven’t you heard him or felt his presence before?”

“No. Because I don’t worship any gods. I’m a Death Cleric. I believe in living a life without regrets, so my soul will rest easy once it's my time to die. I don’t go around killing people or toppling governments. No one does that!”

“Sure they do. They just don’t want people to know they’re tyrants.” Viktor shook his head and stepped away from Nadia.

“You’re making a mistake, Nadia. This city has been ruled by the same family for years. We’re at peace. The last war ended three years ago, and we’re still feeling the effects. No one is going to start another one anytime soon.” Nadia stomped her foot and placed her hands on her hips, glaring as she matched his tone.

“I didn’t say anything about starting a war. Wars might speed things along, but that’s not how I want to do things! I understand if you need some time to prepare, but”-

“I don’t need to prepare for anything! My job is to tend the graves. That’s it. I don’t care about anything else beyond earning my keep so I can continue helping people. And that doesn’t involve risking my life for a crazy person!”

“I’m not crazy! I can prove Zum is real!”

“I don’t care if Zum is real. I’m still not helping you!” Viktor could see pain, confusion, and anger in Nadia’s eyes, but he couldn’t back down. Now, I definitely can’t let Father Gregor take her away. She’ll wind up with the Fire Clerics for sure! Viktor inhaled deeply, letting the familiar stillness of the graveyard calm him as he studied Nadia.

What can I do if she really believes this? It’s possible she’s being lied to, but who would send someone like this to take over a city? She’s either a distraction or destined to fail… Viktor lightly gripped Nadia’s shoulder and smiled when she grabbed his arm instead of pushing him away.

“Naida, listen to me. I’m only a simple man. I’m not saying your beliefs are wrong, but I like the city the way it is. There are good people here, and taking it over will upset many of them… Verm doesn’t discourage other religions, but most people follow the Paths. Do you know what those are?”

She shook her head, and he smiled as he entered familiar territory. “There are four Paths. Life, Death, Fire, and Water. Life and Death work together to help guide people through their daily struggles, while Fire and Water are more for practical things. Such as making tools or healing. No Path is greater or more important than the other because everyone interacts with them. Even the ones who don’t follow them. You said Zum is the god of Death, right?”

“Mhm. And Darkness and Destruction.” She makes that sound so innocent. I hope she isn’t too stubborn to listen.

“Right. Apologies, but for me. Death isn’t a god. It’s something that happens to everyone. I follow the Path of Death, not to spread it or cause pain, but to give honor to the ones who have passed away. And ease the pain of those they leave behind… The spirit orbs love you. Do you know what that means for those in this city?”

“That I can see ghosts? Does that mean every cleric can see ghosts, Viktor?”

“No. Only Death Clerics can see ghosts without relying on rituals or spells. There are some necromancers and sorcerers that can do this, but they don’t follow the Paths. So most people will assume you’re going to be a Death Cleric like me. And with your permission. I’d like to encourage them to think like that. You don’t want people accusing you of being a necromancer, Nadia. That’s another crime punishable by death. Do you understand?”

Nadia frowned, fingers lightly digging into Viktor’s arm as she tilted her head to the side. “So, if I become a Death Cleric. We can stay friends? Will you at least listen to me and help me sometimes?”

“I’m not going to help you kill anyone. In fact, I don’t want to hear about you killing or hurting anyone. Being a Death Cleric will make things easier, but I’m warning you, Nadia. If I think you’ve done something wrong. I won’t hesitate to see that you’re properly punished. Being friends doesn’t mean I’ll let you ruin someone’s life or yours.”

Nadia’s eyes brightened, and Viktor tried not to react as she hugged him. “Ok! You’ll never hear me doing anything like that. I’m so glad we’re still friends, Viktor. I don’t know what I’ll do without you! And don’t worry. I won’t get you into trouble. Friends help each other, and that’s what I’m going to do!”

“And what are you going to be helping me with?” Viktor patted Nadia on the head as she looked up at him with wide, earnest eyes.

“With whatever you need, silly. The spirit orbs told me you work really hard and that you haven’t had any help in a long time. I’m going to help you every day from now on. Starting with this!” Nadia picked up the basket and ran to the cottage, leaving Viktor still confused but allowing a small smile to form.

That was too easy. But I suppose it’s the best I can hope for. Now I just have to convince the other clerics that she’s harmless… Viktor rubbed the back of his head and quickly followed Nadia inside.

Father Gregor smiled as he tucked a book into his sleeve and watched Nadia place the basket on top of Viktor’s tub. “Welcome back, you two. I was beginning to think you were having trouble with the wind.”

Viktor shook his head and pushed his chest closer to Nadia. “Here. Put some of the clothes inside this. I’ll find one for you later.”

Nadia nodded, and Viktor bowed to the older cleric. “I apologize for the wait, Father. Madame Olga noticed Nadia wasn’t wearing shoes and decided to do us a kindness by giving her some clothes as well. It would have been rude to refuse.”

Father Gregor raised an eyebrow but continued smiling. “And making me wait isn’t rude?”

“It is, but I had to put Madame Olga’s care first. If helping Nadia eases her pain and helps her through this difficult time. Then it was worth it.” Viktor bowed again, watching Nadia from the corner of his eye. “I apologize again for the inconvenience, Father. How may I help you?”

Father Gregor waved in Nadia’s direction, curiosity in his eyes as he looked at her. “You can start by explaining about this young girl. Did I hear Madame Olga call her your apprentice?”

“You did. Her name is Nadia. She arrived late last night. I was going to introduce her to you and the leaders of the other Paths once the funeral was over. But my duties to Madame Olga came first.” Viktor helped Nadia stand, and she inclined her head to Father Gregor.

“It’s nice to meet you, Father. I look forward to working with you to help keep the peace in this city.” Father Gregor bowed his head, never taking his eyes off Nadia as she stepped closer to Viktor.

“It’s nice to meet you, as well, Nadia. I wasn’t aware of a new cleric arriving last night. Which gate did you use? Are there more coming?” Viktor kept his face blank as he struggled to hide his confusion. Why does she need to tell him that? Brother Dmitri didn’t send word that he was bringing me into the city.

Nadia was the picture of innocent regret as she shook her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember which gate it was. I was very tired. And no, I wasn’t told if other clerics are coming. But I would love it if some did. I love making new friends!”

Father Gregor chuckled and patted her head. “Is that so? Well, at least we get one new face. And since tradition dictates you meet with me last, due to the relationship between our Paths. I shall see you both later tonight. Perhaps Brother Viktor will finally accept an invitation to eat with us, so you can meet some of the clerics around your age, Nadia.”

“I’d love that! Can we, Viktor? It’ll be fun to eat with other people!” Viktor raised an eyebrow but reluctantly nodded. Crafty old man is up to something. He’s not happy that he wasn’t warned, but neither were Forgemaster Ivan or Mother Anya. Hopefully, we can win them over to our side so Father Gregor doesn’t do anything rash. I have no idea how to explain this to Father Lena.

Viktor bowed, ignoring Nadia’s glee as he agreed. “Assuming Forgemaster Ivan or Mother Anya don’t fill us up on tea and snacks. We’ll be honored to be your dinner guests this evening, Father. Was there anything else you needed?”

“Nothing that can’t wait until you present Nadia to me, Brother. I look forward to hearing how those talks go. I shall return to the Temple of Life and inform the cooks to prepare something special in your honor. I’ll see you both this evening.” Father Gregor lightly squeezed Viktor’s hand and patted Nadia’s head before leaving.

Nadia stared at the door before turning to Viktor. “What was that about? I felt like I said something wrong. Did I?”

Good questions. “You’re fine, Nadia. Father Gregor is used to being informed of things… I think he forgot that he isn’t the highest-ranking cleric in our order… Not that it matters much. We should get going. The market will become busy once the winds die down, and we must get your introductions out of the way. Are you hungry?”

Nadia shook her head. “I’m fine. Why do I need to be introduced to more people? I thought you said the Paths are equal to each other.”

Viktor frowned but pulled some bread out to eat while they walked. “The Paths are equal to each other. However, the clerics are not. Father Gregor is one of the oldest clerics in this city, and he’s the leader of the Life Clerics. He outranks me because I’m a Brother… a second-in-command, if you will. I have enough authority to educate, perform my duties, and carry out Father Lena’s will without reproach. But Father Gregor can do all that and command any Life Cleric. Once your introductions are over, you’ll be a Sister. The same rank as me, but I still have to train you. So don’t get upset if someone doesn’t call you by your title sometimes.”

“I won’t, but I’m still confused. Who’se Father Lena?”

“The leader of the Death Clerics. He lives in a different city and rarely leaves it. Which works in our favor since Father Gregor does have the right to request an audience with him.” I doubt Father Lena would leave his city for something like this. I’ll have to keep a watch on Nadia to make sure she doesn’t give Father Gregor a reason to contact Father Lena.

Nadia hummed as they headed into the marketplace. More people were shopping, but it wasn’t as busy as Viktor feared. Perhaps they’re worried about another ghoul attack. It’s not unheard of for the creatures to strike during the day. “Where are we going first, Viktor?”

“The Temple of Fire. We must order a shovel and other tools for you. Each Death Cleric has their own shovel. You may request a symbol to be etched into the metal if you like. Something that is important or personal to you.” And I need to speak with Forgemaster Ivan about what happened last night. Hopefully, he doesn’t take offense.

“Why do we need to ask for a brand new shovel for me? Can’t we just buy one?”

“No. A Death Cleric’s shovel is a symbol and a weapon. We can use different tools if we have to, but the ones made at the Fire Temple are special. You’ll understand when we get there.” Nadia nodded and continued to look around while Viktor navigated through the light traffic.

The smell of charcoal mixing with metals and food cooking greeted them just as they stopped in front of a large red-brick building, with several chimneys spewing smoke and the windows resembling cracked spider webs rather than solid glass. Viktor chuckled as Nadia stared at it in shock. “This is a temple? I thought it’d be more clean with people singing and stuff.”

“They sing all right. And there’s little point in cleaning when the forges never go out. This temple is in charge of producing weapons and food for the guards. Everything must be of the highest quality. King Nikolai refuses to accept anything less. Are you ready to go inside?”

“Can we? How does King Nikolai know when something isn’t the best? Does he come here a lot?” Viktor shook his head and ducked around some people as they entered the temple. Why is she asking about the king? Is it just because I mentioned him, or is she still going to try to take over the city?

“I’m not privy to the king’s movements, but Forgemaster Ivan sends reports to the castle every day.” They stopped in front of a large wooden desk that took up almost half the length of the room. Viktor rapped his knuckles on its surface and looked at Nadia. “The king is a great believer in results. Like I said earlier, he won’t accept anything but the best for his troops. And the kitchens are always coming up with new dishes. You could come here every day and eat something new.”

Nadia’s eyes widened. “We can come here every day?!”

Viktor shook his head, but a woman covered in soot and weaning a leather apron over her barely visible red robe laughed as she approached them. “I’m afraid it’s not that simple. You have to be invited to taste some of the food. Though I’m sure the Forgemaster won’t mind if you help yourselves today. I’m Sister Katya. How can I help you, Brother Viktor? And who’s this cutie?”

Viktor chuckled as Nadia pouted and bowed. “Greetings, Sister Katya. This is Naida. I’m here to introduce her to the Forgemaster and order some tools for her. Is he available to meet with us?”

Sister Katya shook her head and gestured for them to follow her. “I’m afraid the Forgemaster is working on a new project. I’ll bring you to his office while you wait, but it will be some time… Have you introduced her to Mother Anya yet?”

“Forgemaster Ivan would kill me if I tried that… Would it be possible to put in the order while we wait? Nadia needs to choose her symbol, and Father Gregor expects us later this evening.” Knowing my luck, this project would be finished the second we walked out of the temple. Is it possible the Forgemaster already knew I was coming?

“Is Forgemaster Ivan not a cleric? Is that why he’s not called Father or Brother?” Sister Katya chuckled as she led them across solid oak floors and up several flights of stairs.

“Forgemaster Ivan is a cleric, but he received permission from the king to change his title. It was partially thanks to his tactics both on and off the battlefield that we won the war, so the king didn’t mind granting him this favor.” Sister Katya led them to the highest floor, past several workshops and waiting areas, until they arrived outside a thick wooden door. “Here we are! I’ll inform the Forgemaster of your presence and bring back some goodies for you to try. You’ll find several books on symbols and their meanings on the shelves. Do you need anything else?”

“I don’t think so. Thank you, Sister Katya. Nadia and I are grateful for your help.” Nadia bowed, but she practically bounced as Viktor opened the door into a room filled with bookcases, a large desk with three chairs around it, and a window that was free of smog or grime.

Sister Katya laughed and quickly hurried away, allowing Viktor to close the door and head towards the nearest shelf. “The best symbols to ask for are protection and strength. As Death Clerics, we deal more with the undead, but we’re still expected to help fight in emergencies. Do you know how to fight, Nadia?”

“No. Is that bad? I thought you said we’re not supposed to kill people?” Viktor handed her a book, and they moved some papers to sit down.

“We’re not. Fighting the undead isn’t the same as fighting a person. Most didn’t ask to be turned, and many act more like animals. It’s an act of mercy to kill them quickly, so they can’t infect anyone else. I had to deal with two ghouls yesterday, so we shouldn’t have to worry about an attack for at least a few days…”

I’ll have to show her where the barrier is and where the most common spots for attacks are. I hope I’m not making a mistake. “Viktor?”

“What is it? Did you find a symbol you like?” Nadia shook her head, the book open in her lap, yet she stared at Viktor instead. “What’s wrong, Nadia? It’s okay to admit if you don’t know something… Can you read?”

“No, but that’s not the problem… Viktor… Am I… an undead to you?”

“What?” Where did that come from? Viktor opened his mouth, but Nadia cut him off.

“You thought I was a vampire last night, remember? I still can’t breathe, and my heart doesn’t beat. But I don’t act like an animal. And I was never human! Please, tell me if you think of me as an undead. I’ll do everything I can to change your mind. I don’t want to lose you as my first friend!”

“Nadia, I…” Well, she’s not wrong, but… Viktor gently placed his hand over hers and smiled. “To be honest. I have no idea what you are. You told me you’re a doll, but we already proved you’re not a vampire, and I can’t see you as a mindless monster. I won’t deny that you’ve said things that make me wonder if you’re an enemy, but your actions don’t match your words, so… I guess… I’ll wait to see if they do. You have enough decency to care about an old woman you’ve never met. Not many besides clerics would do that. So, I’m going to trust you unless you give me a reason not to. Does that make sense?”

Nadia still looked worried, but she squeezed his hand and nodded. “I never want to lose your trust, Viktor. Please, never doubt that.”

“I won’t… But you mustn’t call yourself a doll, Nadia. People won’t understand, and sadly, humans have a tendency to fear what they don’t understand. It’s easier to destroy something than it is to try to accept it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Viktor.”

“And do you really not know how to read or write?” How did this Zum or whatever his name is expect her to do anything if she doesn’t possess basic skills? Nadia shook her head and looked at the book.

“He said the person he was sending me to would help me. Will you teach me how to read and write, Viktor? I promise I’ll study hard!”

“I’ll have to teach you a lot more than that, but yes. I’ll teach you, Nadia. This book isn’t the best way to learn, but I’ll try to explain what each symbol does as we go along, alright?” Nadia smiled and nodded as she shifted her chair closer so Viktor was holding one half of the book.

He focused on the pages, trying to guide her without forcing her to choose prematurely. Nadia followed his finger, mouthing the words as if she could taste them while staring at each symbol like she was burning it into her memory. Viktor lost track of time as they went through the book, but Nadia still hadn’t chosen one when they reached the last page.

“Did any of those appeal to you? You will be able to infuse them with your own mana in time, but the symbol acts more like a frame. It doesn’t matter how strong your mana is if it isn’t channeled correctly.”

“But there’s so many to pick from! Why do people need so many protection symbols? Can’t you overlap them? What symbol did you pick, Viktor?” Now, there’s a question I’m ready for! Viktor pulled his shovel out of its harness and turned the back side of the blade to Nadia.

Revealing three circles interlocked over two exs forming a square. “This is called Roq. It stands for enduring strength and unity. I think I chose it because it looked easy to trace, and Brother Dmitri threatened to make me memorize my symbol… I suppose I should make you do that, too. It’s not as effective as a holy symbol, but I once stopped three zombies in their tracks using it.”

“Why were you fighting zombies? I thought you usually dealt with ghouls? What’s the difference between ghouls and zombies anyway?” Viktor winced as the old memory surfaced and sighed. I suppose I should have seen that coming. Nadia is like a sponge. She’s always asking questions.

“A necromancer kept breaking into a small village and resurrecting the dead. The king ordered Brother Dmitri to take care of it, and he brought me with him so I could get some first-hand experience… Ghouls appear when someone either isn’t buried properly or someone botched a resurrection spell. Zombies are resurrected corpses, forced to obey a necromancer until they’re destroyed. Sometimes the only way to do that is to kill the necromancer, but not always…”

We got lucky that day. The necromancer relied on gems for most of his spellwork. Once Dmitri found that out, the battle was quickly ended in our favor… Viktor opened his mouth, but a booming voice pierced the door before it crashed open. “BROTHER VIKTOR, YOU SHY THING! ARE YOU FINALLY READY FOR OUR REMATCH?!”