CAP 13: The Weight of the crown.

Lower Wind Month, 28th day, 20.00

Antilene passed through the small door that led into the quarters of the Cathedral of Darkness.

Rufus' words kept echoing in her head. Could she say with certainty that what her old master had said was a lie? Was it hers, the desire to kill the Elves King? Or her mother's?

After all, what did she know about her father? Could she be sure that he deserved death just because that was what had been instilled in her from childhood? The stories about him bordered on horror tales, but were they true? Or just silly propaganda that had been instilled in her from childhood?

She did not doubt the Cardinals, the Pontifex, or her teacher. Not yet. But that man so distant was the only vaguely family-like thing she had left. Didn't he at least deserve a chance?

Until recently, she would not have hesitated to say no. Yet, in recent times, she could not help but have doubts.

Could she split that bond without batting the slightest eyelash, letting the ancient rage of a corpse now buried underground in the capital dictate her actions?

No matter how hard she tried to search within herself for an answer to her questions, the only person she could think of was her. Her mother.

Faine's stern face, looking at her without love, devoid of any form of affection. Bringing her a smile was the only thing that could keep Antilene going, even if it was too late.

Even if she was gone now. Forever.

Browsing here and there among the various rooms in a bored manner, she looked for something to relieve her tedium and banish from her mind those intrusive thoughts. The sound of her footsteps echoing in the marble corridors was the only company in those dark chambers.

The assignments for today are over. Let's see if anything is interesting to do before we call it a day. Staying alone now would be…unpleasant.

Positioned near the staff quarters, among the higher parts of the church, were numerous recreational spaces for the fulfillment of a variety of activities. Not only the body, but also the mind required continuous stimulation for the perfecting of humanity's heroes.

Last time I went to the library to browse through some old yellowed chronicles. Now maybe I could pop into the dining lounge, and see if there is anyone there to chat with.

Usually, at that hour it was rare to find anyone staying longer than necessary in those halls. But the alternatives were not all that great, and in the worst-case scenario, the half-elf would simply return to her apartment to prepare for the night.

Indeed, a more than familiar occurrence in the life of the Black Scripture ace.

However, that evening the spectacle before Antilene's eyes was different from the ordinary.

A graceful maiden was sitting at one of the room's spacious tables. She wore a wide pleated red skirt, an hakama, accompanied by a spacious white tunic decorated with the symbols of the Six Great Gods.

The sleeves of the thin garment were broadly spacious and adorned with dark-colored features. On her feet, she wore socks formed of two flaps of non-stretchy cloth with an opening at the back to allow the foot to slide in and buttons to close the opening.

Resting on her head, there rested a crown on which were scattered countless small pearls along a golden thread, as thin as if it had been woven by a spider. In the center of the tiara, at the point in contact with the forehead, was set a large pitch-black crystal.

The girl looked around with a lost stare, as if unaware of what was happening in her surroundings.

Accompanying her on either side were four paladins equipped with some of the best weaponry in the Theocracy: full body armor with weapons of the finest refinement laying at their waists.

They stood like statues, monitoring her every slightest movement, not that there was really any need to.

The young woman was almost immobile, as if she had been the victim of some paralyzing spell, similar to a valuable doll being locked up in a display case, for all to admire.

In front of her there was another woman, judging by her appearance much older than the first one, handing her a portion of steaming soup.

The old lady's face was well nourished and radiated a motherly smile, capable of putting anyone who observed it at ease.

"A little effort, Celeste. Just a small bite, do it for me."

Celeste, that was the girl's name, continued to look at the dish before her eyes, without hinting at the slightest movement.

"Your Holiness, I think it would be appropriate for you to leave it to us to provide for feeding the Miko Princess. You cannot waste time on such a triviality."

One of the guards leaned forward to give a sign to leave the onerous matter to him. It was impressive how his armor did not make the slightest sound, as if the material it was made of was lighter than air.

"No! Providing for the Miko is one of my tasks, and I don't intend to delegate it."

"But..."

"No buts. I have already finished my other assignments for the day. And what I intend to do with my free time, please excuse me for my rudeness, it's none of your business, captain!"

The man did not retort. Instead, he resumed his perfectly static position, continuing to observe the girl.

Not that anything had changed. Celeste continued to remain dumbfounded in her chair, engaging in small, meaningless gestures, as if desperately trying to prove that she was still alive.

"Can I help you?"

Antilene could not explain why she had decided to intrude. Usually, the half-elf had left the care of the Miko Princesses to the other members of the clergy, without paying much attention to them.

What was different at that time that justified her behavior? A mere quirk or a deeper reason concealed within her soul?

At the sound of her question, everyone present turned toward her. When she realized who the intruding interlocutor was, the old woman whitened like a chicken before a hungry fox.

"Lady Zesshi? What are you doing here?"

Now that she looked at her better, Antilene realized who the kind-looking old lady was.

Berenice Nagua Santini. One of the most important personalities of the Theocracy and the current Cardinal of Fire. It was not the first time they had met, but she could not say that a relationship that went beyond mutual cordiality had been established.

"I was just passing by and wondered if you needed a hand."

"A hand?"

The cardinal's voice showed signs of uncertainty; she must have been stunned by such an unusual request.

"Your Holiness Santini, who is this girl? Is she disturbing you?"

The guard who had spoken earlier interposed himself between Antilene and Berenice, standing alert. It was not unusual for him not to know who she was, so the half-elf decided not to pay too much attention to his bravado. After all, he was only doing his duty.

"No need to worry. She is my ... apprentice." The Cardinal brought a hand to her temple, showing a ring in which a sparkling red gemstone was set. "Yes, she is a girl from a wealthy family who is studying under my tutelage to become a priestess. I had forgotten that I promised to help her with her studies tonight."

"Do you confirm that, young girl?" The guards still seemed to be not entirely convinced.

Indeed, that did not sound like a very credible excuse; but Antilene was aware that she had to keep her identity hidden from as many people as possible, so she decided to play along.

"Yes, I was just looking for Her Holiness so I could continue with my learning. But as I peeked through the door of the hall, I noticed that she was busy with an important matter. So I thought it best to offer her a little help." She shifted her gaze to her direct superior, looking her straight in the eye. "Did I make a mistake, Cardinal?"

Her interlocutor sustained her gaze, without lowering her eyes. A refreshing change from what she was used to.

"No, not at all. I am glad that you are so ready to help someone in their time of need. The teachings of the Six Great Gods are repeated in your mind like a mantra, as I can see, Lady Zesshi."

"Oh, no need to use the appellation lady. Just call me Antilene, that's my name after all."

"Yes...Antilene."

"If you confirm for the girl, there should be no problem."

The guards seemed to accept the situation, although they continued to keep a watchful eye on her.

Antilene was reassured to see that the Theocracy could count on vigilant soldiers like them. A note of merit emanated in her mind.

Celeste, meanwhile, had remained steady at her post; like a good, little obedient child. Not that it could have been expected otherwise; it would have been a problem if the crown had lost its effectiveness.

Yet, looking at her so lifeless, Antilene could not help but feel a lump in her throat. Perhaps that was why she had always tried to avoid the sacred Miko priestesses. A sense of shame for what they had to endure.

"So, what can I do to resolve the situation?" Antilene asked, as she took a seat in a chair pulled over near the table where Berenice and Celeste were seated.

"As you can see, she refuses to eat the soup we prepared for her."

"Strange. I thought the Crown of Wisdom annihilated all her personality. Shouldn't she listen to all orders without blinking?"

"Yes, that's how it normally works. But sometimes the princesses regain a flash of lucidity, and for a few minutes, it's as if they are in a trance. More than usual, I mean."

Berenice tried one more time, getting yet another dead end.

"She doesn't seem very eager to eat. Perhaps she senses that it is too hot for her? You can see the smoke coming out of the plate." Hypothesized Antilene.

"Do you think so? Well, let's try cooling it a little bit."

The cardinal blew on the steaming bowl of soup, to try again to bring a spoon to Celeste's mouth.

Still no results.

"Maybe with a spell?"

"Hum, I know a tier 0 magic that should do the trick."

Berenice cast [Cooling Food] to diminish the temperature of the soup by a little bit.

This time, the girl willingly accepted the offer, which she swallowed in one gulp.

"All it takes is a little perseverance to get results, Antilene. Thanks for the advice!"

"Glad to have been helpful!"

"Do you want to try to feed her? After all, you're here to help me."

"Sure."

Antilene held the cutlery tightly, taking the utmost care not to cause a disaster.

Celeste opened her mouth, swallowing as slowly as before the morsel offered to her by the Black Scripture ace.

The half-elf felt a small satisfaction, seeing the girl willingly accept the meal offered to her.

"See? It's not difficult."

Was this how Auntie Nazaire felt?

"Too bad her expression remains the same. By the way, what's in that soup?"

The half-elf had already eaten dinner a few hours earlier, but the smell emanating from the soup mixture was more than inviting. If she had to bet, the ingredients used were not ordinary.

"This?" Berenice asked. "It is a special preparation. Colo-colo paws were mixed with some vegetables that grow near the sea, imported from the Holy Kingdom. In addition, forest boar leaves from Evasha Forest imparted adequate nutrients and embellished the flavor, creating an over-the-top dining experience."

She handed the third spoonful to the Princess, who made no compliments and accepted another bite.

"A lot of trial and tenacity was required, but in the end, I believe that for now, with our knowledge, this is one of the most balanced and nutritious dishes we can prepare at the moment. Perfect for special needs individuals like the Miko Princesses."

For a moment, the Cardinal filled her cheeks with satisfaction. Seeing that chubby, friendly-looking woman filled with pride, Antilene recalled someone very close to her. She tapped the cobalt flower ornament she always carried on her chest, as her mind went over the cherished moments of her childhood.

"You care a lot about her. Celeste, I mean."

"Each of these girls is placed under my care. I am the one who looks after their welfare and their health. And it is always my duty to give the order when the time comes for... one of them to retire."

Was that guilt she sensed in her emotions? Both were aware of the grave harm being inflicted on young women to carry that painful burden.

One in a million. That was the statistic. A blessing for those who exploited it, but at the same time a curse for those who received it.

Being chosen, in some cases, could be a mockery worse than mediocrity.

Antilene observed Celeste one more time. So still that she seemed dead; she did not make a single sound, as if her mind was in another place, a happier one.

Or maybe the guardian of humanity was just lying to herself not to accept the cruelty of the situation. No matter how strong Antilene was, some people could not be saved from the fate that had been imposed on them. Even she could not go against the will of the Gods.

"Do you think they are satisfied with their situation? That if they could, they would go back?"

Berenice closed her eyelids. After placing the still half-filled plate on the table, she clutched tightly the scarlet crystal drop-shaped emblem that adorned her cloak, a symbol of her position in the Church.

"When a mother is forced to sacrifice her child, what do you think her reaction could be?" A note of regret was present in her voice.

"Are you asserting that each of them is like a daughter to you?"

The Cardinal pulled a small booklet out of her tunic pocket, which she handed to the half-elf. The pages were yellowed, a sign that it had been used for a long time. But the cover was encircled with a thin layer of magic to prevent it from being ruined.

"Please, read it!"

Antilene began to leaf through it quickly, amazed by its contents. The words slipped out quickly as she assimilated what was written.

"These...are names. And birth dates, biographies, and obituaries. A collection of the most disparate information about a diverse group of girls."

"Each of them has been a Princess under my care since they trained to fill the position. Since I was vice-cardinal and was entrusted with this sacred task, I see to it that every smallest detail I deem important is noted there. So that their memory does not fade in the folds of time."

Preserving the memories of all those who had been dear to her, for the compilation of a seemingly endless memorial. This was not the first time Antilene had observed such behavior. Funny how certain patterns tended to repeat themselves.

"That doesn't answer my question, though."

Berenice placed the book back in her robes as she slowly lifted her gaze to Celeste, whose presence was so ethereal to seem like a ghost haunting those rooms.

One of the guards had replaced the Cardinal in the arduous task of feeding her; a task that now, however, did not seem as difficult as before.

Could she hear what they were saying? Did she understand that she was the subject of the conversation? Or was she completely estranged from the reality around her, only awaiting orders like a machine?

"You ask me if I think they are happy with their state. The truth is, I don't know. The only thing I can do is hope in the Gods. And pray. If they have imposed this burden on their bodies, at least I will give all of myself so that it will not be too heavy."

The Gods kept watch over all of them, beating the path that would lead to happiness.

The Gods weaved the web of their destiny, working tirelessly so that human history could continue through the centuries.

The Gods were inscrutable, and human beings could only toil in a vain attempt to understand them.

The Gods existed. And she was living proof of that. To doubt them was therefore the silliest thing one could contemplate.

However… however, perhaps sometimes their truth was not as clear as it might have appeared to the eyes.

"Heaven, that is eternal happiness, consists in the full adherence of the wills of individuals to the will of the Gods, which is perfectly just. It is the sea to which all created reality is directed, and in it, all desire is appeased."

"It is the opening canticle of the Scriptures of Light. Verse 1-1!"

One of her favorites.

"Didn't expect you to know it by heart!"

"When you are ... a girl from an elevated family like me, you have a lot of time to be able to study and appreciate the sacred scriptures."

Berenice seemed genuinely surprised by that display of knowledge. She probably had not expected so much culture from a soldier, or maybe just from her.

In any case, Antilene was proud of herself for having once again managed to amaze one of her superiors. After almost two centuries she still had arrows in her quiver.

"We should talk more often, you and I. Outside of our learning sessions, I mean."

"That would be lovely."

"The other day I had the pleasure of talking with Cardinal Raymond about the future of some important people. Including your own."

Oh. She knew where the conversation was heading. What a bore.

"You already know how I feel about it."

"Nevertheless, you're of husbandly age now. Don't you think it would be appropriate to..."

"When I find a suitable partner, I will fulfill my duty. You need not worry about this matter. As you well know, time is not something I lack at the moment. Unless her Holiness wants to stick her nose into private affairs."

It was evident that the Cardinal disagreed with her answer, but whether out of fear or to avoid antagonizing a valuable resource, she kept quiet without continuing her questions.

Better that way. More important matters occupied Antilene's mind. Making a family was not among her plans; at least, not for the time being. As a parent, she would have risked making the same mistakes as her mother. The very mistakes that had resulted in... her.

"Lady Berenice, we're done here. We need to take the Princess back to her rooms."

The guards locked themselves into a four-corner formation as they set about to escort the Miko out of the room.

"Yes. Yes, of course. Lady Zes...Antilene. Please forgive me, but I want to personally make sure that Celeste is able to rest. It will be my pleasure to resume our...studies at a more suitable time."

The Cardinal bowed her head in apology. The guards probably considered that gesture unseemly for a woman in her position, but they did not pay too much attention to it, accustomed to the old woman's good heart.

"Yes, I am looking forward to that. Good night, Cardinal. Good night, Celeste."

Of course, the girl did not reply; although Antilene was ready to swear that she had turned a smile on her, just for a moment. A bad joke of her imagination.

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Left alone, the half-elf decided to take advantage of the vacant kitchen to make herself some herbal tea. Thinking back to Celeste, she could not help but feel powerless.

How strange, until now she had never given much thought to the sad fate that awaited the girls chosen as the new Miko Princesses. It was a fact of life, as natural as the flow of the sea or the rain descending from the sky.

The Theocracy is my home, and I love it like few other things in the world. But I wonder if there are no ways to improve it, to make it reach even greater heights.

Removing the Miko's current system would have been folly, given the benefits it brought to the Theocracy's magical rituals.

But what if it were possible to access higher magics from the norm, without any sacrifice? Now that would be a major breakthrough. But, also, easier said than done. In the glossaries of magic kept in the treasure room, there are no great clues about this; but it is also true that much of our information concerns the Divine-type magic system.

She took a sip of the herbal tea, the warmth of the mixture tickling the taste buds on her tongue causing her to feel a familiar warmth.

If I remember correctly, in the Baharut Empire there should be a sorcerer particularly skilled in the theory of magic. Who knows, maybe in the future I can pay him a little visit and use my persuasive methods to convince him to help us. It shouldn't be very difficult.

Future plans. By now she had piled up a fair amount of them. Someday, conceivably, she would even be able to realize them.

She looked out the window overlooking the small kitchenette.

Reflected in the glass was her image. She observed her hair, white as the stars and black as the night. She peered at the irises that reflected the same colors, as if in a mirror. White and black. Black and White. Light and shadow. Human and Elf. Death and life. Surshana and Alah Alaf.

Her mother and father.

They gave me this strong body.

Her hands were so strong they could bear the weight of the world on their palms, but they could not taste between their fingers the warmth of a friend.

They gave me a purpose.

A purpose fueled by hatred and revenge, which drew its source from suffering. Without that, what was left of her? An empty shell, devoid of whatsoever value.

They brought me into this world.

But perhaps this world did not want her, frightened by her abnormality.

Are Celeste and I so different, after all?

Locked away in an ivory tower, hidden from the eyes of ordinary people. Idolized and protected almost as Gods, but without receiving the same kind of love.

Love. What a strange feeling. If she looked back, could she accept that she was loved? Nazaire, Rufus, her old companions. Did they feel this for her? Did her mother ever feel such an emotion?

And, if they did, did she reciprocate those feelings? Or was it just an illusion of her mind?

"All things in the Universe are ordered among themselves to form a harmonious whole. In this order, human beings discern the imprint of the Gods, which is the goal to which all things tend."

Another verse of the Scripture of Light. That evening, she felt in the mood to pray, the only cure for the ills of the spirit. The only one she knew.

"For all men are inclined toward the Gods according to their nature and tend to different ends by different paths, according to the impulse that is given to them. This causes fire to rise upward, the hearts of irrational beings to move, the Word to stand cohesive within itself; such a condition is common to irrational creatures and those endowed with intellect."

Sometimes, faith could be the only foothold for a troubled soul.

Human beings were irrational, prey to their emotions. Except that she was not a human being. Nevertheless, she was not a God either.

So, who was she in the end?

Zesshi Zetsumei, the guardian of mankind and future executioner of her father?

Antilene Heran Fouche, the girl who missed her mother; who had done nothing but fill her with hatred?

Neither of them? Or was she both?

Who was Celeste? The girl whose memory was enclosed in Berenice's notebook or The Miko Princess unable to utter a word? Did it matter?

A small shiver made her hand tremble; the chill of the night was starting to impose its dominance. Antilene retreated to her room, with no answers.

Upper Fire Month, 14th day, 10.00

Gazef was not at ease.

In the past year, he had become accustomed to cities filled with life, where people showed gratitude for being alive every day, every moment.

Now, however, the dejection on the faces of men, women, and even children was so obvious as to be discouraging.

"Is everything all right, captain?"

A friendly-faced man turned to him with a worried look. He wore a ponytail that enclosed a thick array of brown hair. His eyes, also brown, were bright and alert, and instilled confidence in those who looked into them.

"Yes, Iovino. Just a little melancholy to see the streets so bare of movement."

Compared to the bustling markets of the Theocracy, the capital of the Draconic Kingdom could not be said to shine with vitality. The few people on the streets kept their heads lowered, looking dejected. It was a bleak sight that struck the man from the south in a negative way.

"Unfortunately, things here in Birisia have been getting worse in recent years. With pressure from the demi-humans becoming more and more pressing, trade has become more and more demeaning, while the economy is languishing."

"So, it's up to us to remedy the situation, at least in our small way. Rather, have our men settled well? They have no grievances to make, do they?"

"They do not have the same comforts and facilities as they had in the Theocracy, but the lodgings the Queen has given us are more than adequate. Besides, these are only temporary accommodations."

Normally, he would have supervised his men himself, but the preparations to be made before meeting the Queen had taken up much of his time; so he was forced to delegate to his second in command, Fieri Iovino.

"I spent hours and hours double-checking those notes on the royal etiquette but they still have to get into my head. I hope I'm not embarrassing the Theo… our motherland with my inappropriate conduct."

"'It will be fine, Captain. The queen has a reputation for being an understanding person who can see far beyond appearances. When she realizes the greatness of your character, she will no longer mind such nonsense. Besides, I must say, you look quite a figure in that dress."

To make himself presentable before the sovereign, Gazef had been provided with a white silk blouse, accompanied by a black vest and custom-embroidered pants. Dressed like that he felt awkward and insecure; he would gladly have exchanged those fancy clothes for his usual set of armor.

"Phew, I can't see the time to get out of these rags and head to the battlefield. Has our contact arrived?"

They had been waiting since dawn, expecting the arrival of their designated guide.

"Yes, here he comes."

Ahead of them, a well-groomed-looking man proceeded confidently through the city streets. He wore a black-colored tunic adorned with golden strands. His hair was platinum blond and disheveled, lifted slightly backward. A mocking smile peeped from his lips, in sharp contrast to the depressing air of the city.

"Master Stronoff, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Ian Als Heim, deputy commander of the demi-human extermination unit under the orders of Queen Draudillon Oriculus. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, vice-commander Als."

They shook hands in friendship. Gazef noticed that his colleague's grip was strong and vigorous, typical of a man accustomed to action.

"Shall we set out? It's not good to keep a lady waiting."

They, in truth, had already been ready for hours. But Gazef preferred not to comment on his new companion's delay. Better not to antagonize right away someone on whom his life might have depended.

The group started walking, with Ian leading their small line.

The capital city was organized according to a rather orderly plan, with straight, paved streets stacked at right angles. At an overall level, the plain was crisscrossed by the streets and squares that connected the roads radiating toward the hill of Quieti. The city was surrounded by thick walls of white stone blocks that made it bright and visible from afar.

"We are now heading toward the agora," Ian began to explain, well at ease in the role of guide.

"There lies the royal residence where the Queen goes to direct the affairs of state. Nearby are concentrated most of the warehouses, emporiums of magical items and armaments, and commercial stores. If you want to drop in afterward to restock your equipment, I will be happy to accompany you. Although, between you and me, the equipment our...benefactors provide is far better. But having a few more options is no bad thing, am I right?"

"What about the temples? I think I saw one a little further back."

"There is no state religion. The majority of people worship the Four Gods, but there is little objection to those who revere the Six Great Gods. Are you a faithful devotee, Master Stronoff?"

Ian continued to maintain his mocking smile, but his tone of voice became more incisive...almost inquisitorial.

The Theocracy still distrusted him. Gazef could not condemn them for this. In reverse situations, he would have acted the same way. He was ready to show them that they had nothing to doubt.

"I am still a layman, but it was the love of the faith toward the Six Great Gods that convinced me to leave the life of a mercenary to try to rise to a greater...purpose."

"Oh!" Ian was genuinely surprised by this last statement. He ran a hand through his hair, rearranging it. Or mess it up even more, Gazef could not tell the difference.

"Was there any event in particular that caused this conversion? If you don't mind me asking?"

"It was a priest."

"A... a priest?" Ian was confused.

Priests who spread the voice of the Gods were not something so extraordinary; though usually, they remained in the territories bordering the Theocracy, such as Re-Estize, Roble, or Baharut.

"Yes. I met him during my days as a traveling mercenary. He was a wandering priest who instructed me for days on the faith of the Six Gods. It was he who convinced me to find my fortune in the... in other places."

A glimmer of emotion began to show in the warrior's words. "I've always been looking for a purpose, an ambition to fulfill in my life, and I think I'm finally close to grasping it."

Gazef had repeated that story countless times since joining Slaine's army. But he didn't mind continuing to repeat it. It was the plain and simple truth; however trivial it might be.

"And we are more than happy to have him by our side. The captain is one of the best men I have ever met!" Iovino interjected feebly, causing a slight blush on Gazef's cheeks.

"I hope you can meet him again, then, Master Stronoff." Ian's words rang sincerely. Was he beginning to trust him?

"That's what I hope!" Gazef scratched the tip of his nose, embarrassed. "Before we parted, he told me that we would see each other again in the future. I would like to show him my appreciation someday."

"I'm sure the Gods have something special in store for you! In any case, we have arrived."

Ian showed them the royal palace. Located in the center of the square, it represented the heart of the Draconic court, a symbol of the power of the Oriculus dynasty.

Upon entering it, the first thing Gazef and Iovino noticed were the guards diligently patrolling the corridors.

Unlike the other soldiers in the city, they wore gleaming armor of emerald green, resembling jade. In addition, unlike the other city guards, they carried various exquisitely crafted magical items on their belts.

"They are the members of the Jade Dragon Guard," Ian explained calmly. "The elite of the Draconic Kingdom and personal guard of the queen. Each of them is comparable to an adventurer of Orichalcum rank."

It was a remarkable achievement, although there did not seem to be many present in the palace. Were a majority of them also deployed to the front?

They continued on their way. Gazef did not call himself an expert in architecture, far from it. Yet he gazed in wonder at the structure of the palace: an imposing marble staircase, which seemed to soar upward in a light, sinuous volute, discharged all its weight on the adjacent walls, those of the outer wall of the palace, so as not to overburden the floor below, made of wood.

On the sides, large windows were placed overlooking the courtyard at the back of the palace, so as to provide the otherwise cramped room with an effective source of external lighting.

Decorating the room were numerous suits of armor, all of superb workmanship, armed to the teeth with exquisitely crafted weapons.

Numerous paintings were displayed in plain view, depicting most of the previous rulers with a realistic style. They gave the feeling of judging every visitor who passed through those places, to assess whether they were worthy of being there.

"We have arrived. Try not to make a bad impression."

The hall where they were received was spacious and comfortable: carpets of the finest workmanship graced the floor in a riot of color; a variety of small sculptures depicting the most diverse subjects rested on some pieces of antique furniture.

On the ceiling there was another painting. Only much more imposing and depicting a different figure from the men and women in the corridors. In fact, Gazef recognized what was considered the founder of the nation: an ancient dragon whose scales shone with a thousand colors, creating a rainbow-like play of light.

Gazef wondered if that painting had succeeded in capturing the splendor of that legendary creature or if, instead, it was just a pale imitation of the majesty of reality.

"Please let me welcome you!" A calm, firm voice welcomed them benevolently.

Seated on a thinly golden throne covered with a thin golden layer, a pretty little girl was beginning to peer at them intently. She had eyes as blue as the sea and long auburn hair with a few sprinkles of black.

At her side, an intelligent-looking man was carefully leafing through a series of papers enclosed in a folder, continually adjusting a pair of glasses that fell on his aquiline nose. When he saw the guests, he looked up to receive them.

"You stand before the presence of Queen Draudillon Oriculus! Show the honors befitting a person of her status!"

Gazef bowed his torso and head, as a sign of respect. He prayed to the Goddess Lagusa that his gesture would not appear too awkward and rude.

"It's all right, Magone. These are the intrepid heroes who are putting their lives on the line to save our country. It is I who should bow to them."

"Nonsense. Although our situation is not the brightest, you remain a member of the royal family. Showing respect to you should be only natural."

"Perhaps you are right. But I don't want to waste time on such trifles. Please, stand up!" Ordered the queen. Despite her childish appearance, she posed with the calm diplomacy of an experienced adult woman.

So, the stories regarding the use of magic for the modification of one's appearance were true. I wonder if it is possible to apply similar power in war.

"No trouble at all, your Majesty. My deputy and I are quite happy to show you the appropriate respect." Gazef replied, getting a nod of assent from his second-in-command. Ian nodded his head, to show that he agreed with them too.

"Before we begin, Ser Stronoff, I want to ask you a question. You've gotten an idea of life in the capital, right? What do you think?"

"I..." Gazef was hesitant, not wanting to run the risk of causing a diplomatic incident. But starting their relationship with a lie would not have been the wisest choice. "I have noticed that things are not going well, your highness."

"No need to sugarcoat it, Ser Stronoff. My people are suffering, as they have never suffered in the last centuries. And here in the capital, things still manage, all things considered, to retain a semblance of normalcy. We cannot say the same about what is happening on the borders."

"How do you plan to resolve this sad situation?" Gazef asked, looking up at the queen.

"I can't do it alone." Draudillon lowered her head humbly, as if she was the villager and not him. "For that, I need your help."

"Your majesty, there is no need to humiliate yourself like this." Magone intervened. "Please raise your head."

"I have no problem humbling myself in this way if it can benefit my subjects. Their tears are my tears! Their spilled blood is my blood!" Rebutted the queen, full of determination.

Such a small body hid a strength of mind greater than the norm. Gazef was impressed. He felt that for her, he would be more than ready to risk his life.

"Your prime minister is right, Queen Oriculus." This time it was Ian who took the floor, after he had been silent since the beginning of the conversation. "Why don't you explain to our friends what tasks await them?"

"Yes, excuse me for my behavior unbecoming of a person of my status." It was a sincere apology, Gazef did not doubt it for a minute. "Sir Stronoff, there are two assignments I intend to give you. The first, as you well know, is to repel the invasion of demi-humans that has plagued this kingdom for years. You will begin by going to the fortress of Gelone. The prime minister, Magone, will give you maps of the area."

The man began sorting through the many papers he carried in his hands, setting a couple aside on a nearby desk.

"Of course, some of our rangers will escort you to the predetermined location. There, you will meet with General Barca, the group of adventurers led by Cerebrate, and Mr. Ian's superior."

"We will live up to your expectations, your Majesty." Ian brought his right hand to his upper chest to perform a military salute.

"For any communication," Draudillon continued. "Some of the casters under the Prime Minister's direction can cast [Message]; should you need any information, do not hesitate to ask. Should it be necessary, please feel free to request a hearing in my presence. I hope everything is clear."

"Crystal clear," Gazef confirmed. "As for the second assignment, however?"

The first assignment given to him was more or less in line with the information he had received from the Theocracy. He was curious, then, about the second job he had to take care of. Doubt that he would not be up to it began to crop up in his thoughts.

"Until now the Draconic kingdom, though not lacking a regular army, has relied for its battles against the Beastmen mainly on the use of mercenary troops." The queen began to explain. "Mercenary troops, however, are effective only when the economy is flourishing. In periods of stagnation, such as we have been experiencing recently, they are not so reliable."

"Fortunately," Magone interrupted. "Our queen was far-sighted enough to realize that things could not stay that way."

"In recent years I have tried to reverse this trend. First with the formation of the Jade Guard. And now we are thinking of opening our school of magic, subsidized by the state as the Empire has already done. But, in any case, this requires time and resources."

"And that's where we come in," Gazef continued. The plan they had devised was simple but effective. "You want us to take advantage of the war to train your soldiers."

"Exactly!" The queen exclaimed joyfully. Seeing her so full of satisfaction was indeed a lovely sight. Gazef began to understand why she had taken that form. "It is annoying to admit it, but your training systems are the best there are. I would much rather not have to resort to such drastic methods; nevertheless, this is the best of all possible alternatives. I hope there are no problems."

Gazef thought back to the previous year and the training he and his unit had undergone. Judging by the look on his face, Iovino was doing the same.

"We will do our best to live up to your expectations, your Royal Highness."

Draudillon gave him a warm smile, though connoted by a sad streak of melancholy. The worries that plagued her were evident even to an eye as clumsy as his.

"I know you will, Ser Stronoff. I cannot reiterate to you enough how important your presence here is."

"Your Grace has turned to professionals; in a short time, we will be able to solve your infestation problems. We will clean this country from top to bottom."

Ian exuded confidence from every pore of his body. The queen seemed soothed by that show of confidence.

"Although our religions do not coincide, let me recite a little prayer for you in my heart, hoping it will be a good omen."

"We gratefully accept your thought, Your Royal Highness. Now, with permission, let us take our leave. The preparations to be completed are many, and time is short."

After addressing a second bow, this time of leave-taking, the three of them walked toward the palace exit.

I beg you, save this nation. Thought the little queen, as she saw her hopes drift away from the door.

Upper Fire Month, 14th day, 19.00

Guelfi observed the carcass at his feet. The being's body structure was remarkably bizarre.

Two leg-like limbs supported a humanoid body composed of what appeared to be wood, covered by tattered clothing; from its shoulders sprouted branches with a few pieces of bone hanging from them, probably from its most recent victims.

The head was the skull of an animal vaguely resembling a deer, though with a more elongated and angular snout. It was devoid of eyes, mouth, or any other limb one would expect from a living being.

A yellowish liquid, similar to tree sap, leaked from the remains. Guelfi tried to examine it, passing a few drops between his fingers.

"Ew, it's all sticky!"

"Hehe; it's natural, sergeant. This liquid is, for a lenshi, comparable to human blood. However, if treated carefully, it can be used to prepare very interesting compounds. For example, it could be mixed with cursed goat entrails to make a powerful poison from it."

"Bah, only a weirdo like you could find this stuff interesting, Julius."

"Hahaha, don't say that. I might be offended!"

The man he was talking to, Julius Ranieri Servino, was the most talented magic caster and apothecary in his service; as well as being quite a... curious researcher.

"To bring down this beast we lost twelve men from our unit. I hope it was worth it."

Julius continued to analyze the creature lying lifeless on the ground, jotting down a series of observations in a small notebook. Why on earth had he brought his notebook and pen into the middle of a forest?

"It's strange."

"What?"

"Usually, lenshi attack only if provoked or if their territory is endangered. To find an aggressive one is unusual."

What was strange about a monster attacking humans? In his opinion, it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Lately, the most bizarre things have been happening in this damn forest. Do you think there is any particular reason?"

Guelfi sniffed trouble, he could feel it in his bones. Just now, when he was so close to getting a temporary leave of absence. Reambracing Caroline, an increasingly distant dream. What a shitty situation.

"Maybe some infighting between one of the forest lords?" Julius hypothesized.

"Could be. Or maybe those elf bastards are up to something. Bah, I've been here three years and nothing interesting has ever occurred. And now, all of a sudden, not a day goes by without something unusual happening."

"I heard that the other day one of the other reconnaissance units found the remains of undead vultures in the treetops."

"Undead?" Guelfi asked, his hands trembling with agitation.

Evasha's forest was full of monstrous creatures of all kinds, but as far as he could remember the undead were not among them. At least as far as their knowledge attested.

Sweesh

Suddenly, a rustle spread through the surroundings. Something seemed to be hidden in the foliage.

"I think we'd better return to the headquarters as soon as possible, sir." Julius was beginning to lose his typical cool as he surveyed around him.

"Yes, let's round up the men and get out of here as soon as possible."

They had started their expedition with fifty men in all, now only thirty-eight remained.

Guelfi did not take long to gather his subordinates scattered nearby; after a few minutes, they were ready to set out to return to the main camp.

"Okay, let's be careful and not get into trouble. Watch out for ghost moths, soon it will be the time when those little beasts start showing up!"

The unit began to set out with the utmost discipline, the result of years and years of training. Guelfi was convinced that unless they met one of the fifteen forest lords, they would be safe. And even in case they ran into some particularly dangerous beast, they had magical preparations so they could easily hide their tracks.

Yes, there was nothing to fear. Everything was going to be alright. But then, what was that unpleasant feeling that gripped him?

"Anything to report?" Having reached just halfway, he called back to the vanguard to be updated on the situation.

"No, nothing unusual. Although ... who's that?"

Guelph felt a pain in his stomach. That his fears were not entirely unfounded?

"Julius, come with me. Let's see what's going on."

"Roger that, sir."

They found him standing in front a few meters away from the soldiers he had placed at the front of the line, intent on scanning the trees surrounding the forest, completely oblivious to their presence.

An elf.

"Be careful! We don't know why a single elf decided to be found right here."

Of all the creatures in the forest, elves were far from being the most dangerous. Nonetheless, that could very well have been bait prepared to make them let their guard down. Likely, there were some of his comrades well hidden in the foliage of the forest, ready to give battle at the right moment.

"Julius, get the men ready. They could target us with arrows at any moment. Have them cast [Protection from arrows]. Let's not be caught unprepared."

"Yes, sir."

His unit had a few paladins and clerics armed with heavy shields, veterans of countless battles against the long-ears. Not to count some expert magic casters. They would not be caught off-guard.

Guelfi wielded his iron club, with every intention of using it. The elf had noticed them, but did not seem intent on starting a conflict. In any case, caution was never too much.

The mysterious man began to approach. Now that he got a better look at him, Guelfi started to realize that he was no ordinary elf.

His skin was a pale white, remarkably polished like the finest silk cloth. His eyes were two different colors, one white and one black. His hair, long and well-groomed, was also the same white as his skin.

He wore a scarlet cloak, tight-fitting black pants enclosed in a long golden skirt, and handless gloves, also golden. On the top, he wore a green shirt, though much of his chest was exposed.

On his head, he sported a golden headband from which branches emerged from behind his skull.

"May it be...?

His image perfectly matched that of the sketch they had of the Elf King. The situation was beginning to get complicated.

For the Theocracy soldiers deployed in the Evasha Forest, there was one order that towered above all others.

If you encounter the Elf King, run.

"Greetings, humans. May I speak with you?"

He greeted them without batting an eyelash. Didn't he know they were enemies? No, impossible. He simply did not regard them as a danger to be kept away from.

"What do you want?"

In Guelfi's mind, all the various possibilities began to display themselves. They could have fought and used the numerical advantage to finally end that damn war. But if the central command had recommended staying away from that man, there had to be a well-founded reason.

For now, he would try to stall, waiting for the right moment to escape.

"You are from the Theocracy, aren't you? The worshippers of false gods."

Guelfi did not take up that last provocation. He had to keep calm and cool-headed if he wanted to survive.

"So, what if we are?"

The elf smiled. No, it was not a smile. It was something more like the face of a hungry beast, already anticipating the taste of its prey.

"There is no need to be unhinged. I bear no grudge against any of you here. I just want to ask you a question."

A shiver of terror ran down Guelfi's spine. There was something deeply wrong with all this.

"Go ahead."

"Do you know where my daughter is?"

"Your...your daughter?"

"Yes. That woman told me that if I asked enough of you fanatical fools, sooner or later she would be delivered to me. I could personally go and claim what is mine. But from the height of my generosity, I thought it right to give you a chance to remedy your sins. Is this not what your religion professes?"

That they had captured one of his favorite children, perhaps? There must have still been prisoners left at the central camp, in which case they could negotiate an exchange.

"If you let us go, I will take your claims back to the central command. We will free your daughters we have captive."

"Why are you talking to me about that garbage?" A mixture of anger and irritation erupted from his words. "Or do you really think those defective products can be considered my legacy?"

Guelfi swallowed. He did not understand what he had said wrong, but it was clear that things were not going well.

"The one I want is my real daughter. The one you followers of false gods have kept away from me!" Continued the elf king.

What on earth was he talking about? That he had gone crazy all of a sudden?

"Listen, if you let us go, I will personally talk to General Gael. Let's come to an agreement."

"It's all useless" The king began massaging his forehead with his fingers, making small undulating movements. "I'm just wasting my time. I will ask the next deployment of you fools."

"So, you're letting us go?"

Guelfi began to feel a tinge of hope. Perhaps he would have seen the end of the day.

He laughed. "No, but you have no cause for despair. Being executed by me is a blessing that does not fall on everyone. Rejoice, for it will soon be over."

What was that feeling?

Fear?

But a soldier of the Theocracy could not feel fear.

Quickly. He had to give the order to retreat.

Why couldn't he move?

Where had his courage gone?

He returned to his training days. Thinking back to the words of his instructor.

Terror was a treacherous obstacle, but not impossible to overcome with courage and faith in the Gods.

At the same time, it was an excellent tool for understanding when opportunities to prevail were to one's disadvantage.

From this point of view, fear was an excellent warning signal that would prevent foolish and thoughtless actions.

But while those definitions could not be called false, they could not be called completely true, either.

Guelfi felt caged in, every possible choice he could make seemed lost from the start. The desperation of feeling like trapped prey, unable to react. That was fear.

"Run!" He finally shouted to his men.

Too late.

"[Return to origin]."

It happened in an instant.

Roots began to emerge from the ground, trapping all the other members of his unit in a cage of mud and soil.

The cages began to tighten.

And tighten.

And tighten.

Poof

The sound of a bang. The blood and internal organs, all that remained of his subordinates, were scattered in every corner of the area.

Only Guelfi had been spared.

"I feel like having some fun. Don't worry, I'll be gentle!"

The Elf King looked like a titan, a being from a higher plane of existence who stood on top of the world to look down on it with disdain like... like a God.

What blasphemy!

There was only one thing left that he could do.

"A whisper? No, a prayer. But I'm afraid there are no gods here. Only..."

Everything went dark.

"...Me!"