Argrave stood before a door, taking a deep breath to prepare himself. Then, he swung it wide quickly. In the room, a tall, blonde-haired woman stood at attention while a young girl with black hair, dressed in green, waited⊠a young girl by the name of Sophia.
She turned her head at the sudden noise, then jumped off her chair. âArgrave!â
His heart was warmed beyond compare as the young girl ran across the room, and he kneeled down to catch her in his arms. He picked her up, beckoning Anneliese to join him in this reunion.
It had been some time since Argrave spoke with Sophia. It wasnât for lack of trying; it was because of child labor. In the Vasquer family, even seven-year-olds were forced to work. Then again, the child yearned for the burden of employment. Generally, this was where the reasonable adults stepped in and set boundariesâworking was for adults, not seven-year-olds. Perhaps Argrave and Anneliese werenât such model parents after all.
But their child labor program had been remarkably successful. They had assigned some trusted Veidimen guards to her, assigned Vasilisa of Quadreignâwhose A-rank ascension was uniquely suited to a role as a bodyguardâand then sent her off to the wider world to heal those who couldnât be healed by ordinary means. Elenore had been keeping tabs on the girl, and she had earned something of a reputation around the nation.
A girl with the ability to restore limbs, sight, and bring the broken-minded back to their full spirits⊠it was a tale that aroused hope in these dark times. Since Gerechtigkeit spurred the undead of the Order of the Rose and the golems of the depths to attack passersby, there hadnât been much hope to go around. Miracles seemed few and far between, yet Sophia⊠she was a miracle. And even given attempts to conceal her identity, some people did link Sophia back to Argrave, indirectly.
âI missed you this much!â Sophia spread her arms wide.
Argrave smiled, then held her with one arm. âI missed you more. From the floor, to here.â He held out his free arm as high as he could reach up.
Sophia thought for a moment, then her red eyes brightened with some mischievous competitiveness. âI missed you all the way⊠all the way to the moon and back!â
Argrave laughed. âAlright. Youâve got me beat, Sophia. But you donât have to miss anymore, because Iâm here. Letâs talk.â
Anneliese, Argrave, and Sophia spent a brief afternoon discussing about where theyâd beenâa long preamble to the matter with Dario. They couldnât well tell her the truth of the gruesome war, but they told her enough to satiate her curiosity. She, in turn, told them all kinds of tales about the people that sheâd been helpingâabout how rewarding it was to restore people back to themselves, about the people that sheâd met, about the stories that theyâd had, and even some anecdotes about âMiss Vass.â
It was bittersweet. Sophia shouldnât have to grow up this fast, but the time for regrets or introspection had long passed. She already had grown beyond compare, flourishing under the loose guidance of Anneliese, Argrave, Elenore, and now even Vasilisa. The drunkard Magister had set aside alcohol in her dutiesâyet another positive influence from the girl. Perhaps there was something to be said for filling Sophiaâs early life with such vibrant, intense memories. Perhaps these experiences would prove intense enough to wash away some of what her father had done to her.freeweb(n)ovel.com
Even if it was unusual, wrong, perhaps even cruel⊠Argrave had to admit, they didnât have much choice. This was the most positive way for Sophia to explore and refine her abilities. The alternative was the Alchemistâs dogmatic insistence. If their plan was to come together, they needed her to act well beyond her years. Perhaps when this was all said and done, they could put it all aside and treat her as she deserved⊠but for now, they had responsibilities to more than her alone.
In time, they steered the conversation to Dario. Sophia, ever the angel, was more than willing to help him. They took extra precautions introducing the twoâDario was knocked unconscious by a powerful brew, and they only allowed Sophia to see him when he was completely in the dreamworld. Argrave saw the young girl work with remarkable efficiency, identifying Darioâs problem, then simply⊠creating a solution from nothing at all.
His limbs, lacking the definition from strong bones, looked like noodles before Sophiaâs work. But as she kneaded, willed, thought, he saw arms take shape, bones gain structure, joints restore to what they had been. He saw cracked, battered skin come back together, saw the broken, burnt face grow smooth. He saw all that the Heralds had stripped from Dario returned to him in moments. Dario had tried desperately to keep her bound in that eternal hell, yet now she brought him back to life. There was a certain irony in that.
When Dario next awoke, Argrave was sitting in a chair near him.
âHow do you feel?â Argrave asked.
ââŠa little hollow,â Dario answered. âIs it⊠is it done? I meanâŠâ
Argrave grabbed a wooden knife and tossed it at Dario. The man flinched and reacted quickly, catching it by its handle in a panic. When he comprehended it was a toy, he exhaled deeply and tossed the thing to the ground.
âSeems like youâve still got some of that edge you had.â Argrave smiled wickedly.
ââŠthat hurt,â Dario complained, caressing a sore part of his arm. He was stunned into silence as he noticed his skin rejuvenated, his arms normal and functional.
âBut you didnât break anything, did you?â He rose to his feet. âBest hope not. Weâve too many things in motion.â
Dario leaned back into his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Argrave walked to the door and knocked it twice, then Melanie opened the door.
âSheâll explain things,â Argrave said. âMe⊠much as Iâd like to stay, things are moving fast. The Qircassian Coalition wonât rest on their own, so Iâm going to give them a rest. Remember this gift Iâve given you rather well, Dario. Traugott needs to die.â
Melanie patted Argraveâs shoulder and promised, âIâll teach the ugly, wretched bastard a lesson heâll never forget. Iâll teach him just how useless he is. After that, weâll deal with Traugott.â
Argrave smiled at her joke, gave her a serious nod, then left the room. He shut the door behind him, leaving Melanie and Dario alone.
âHeard you asked for me.â Melanie walked up to his bedside.
âYou caught me. Stuck in my mind,â Dario admitted.
Melanie surveyed him. âYou still look absolutely terrible. Suppose thatâs just how you look. Even the wonderchild canât fix bad genes, it seems. Or the heat from the forge warped your face, maybe.â
âMaybe,â Dario agreed, closing his eyes tiredly.
âStill⊠told you itâd work out,â Melanie leaned up against the wall. âPay your dues, bend the knee⊠the king wonât let you down. Mostly.â She crossed her arms. âNow, we just have to make sure we meet his expectations.â
Dario lifted his head. âTraugott dies, or I do. I wonât allow him toâ"
âTake it easy, master martyr. You just got done crying about how dying is hardâdonât go making another death vow. You suck at keeping those.â She walked up and tipped the bed lightly, forcing Dario to get up lest he fall out of it. âNow, move those feet. Long week ahead of us.â
After staggering off the bed, Dario sighed deeply, standing and stretching. âRight. Long week.â
âYeah, yeah, woe is you, the burden of the world is on your shouldersâŠâ Melanie walked to the door, then looked back and smiled wide. âCome on, master martyr. Letâs go.â
Dario looked at his limbs, returned to form⊠then looked at Melanie, still smiling. He watched for a moment, then followed.
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Argrave saw the brilliance of the Great Chuâs bureaucracy manifest as the whole of a country worked to get the gang together to go storm a fortress. The process was further spurred by urgencyâthe sky tower continued to bombard all settlements across the continent, and while its people had settled into an uneasy acceptance of bombings, the fact remained that all its people would like it to simply go away.
Armies travelled across the canals en masse, repairing any damage along the way with extreme professionalism. Governor Zen and Emperor Ji Meng worked in tandem to shepherd the powerful from every corner of the continent to its center. Though neither governor nor emperor liked one another, they were nigh unstoppable working together.
Given the narrow paths leading to the Palace of Heaven, they couldnât exactly lob troops on the great fortress, but they did amass a staggering amount of powerful people. In days, they had enough S-rank spellcasters in their rank for them to be considered an army unto themselves. The remainder of the troops were sent north, to abate the threat caused by barbarians poking into the border at Erlebnisâ behest.
In the meanwhile, Argrave conferred with his divine allies. Fortunately, it was rather easy to bring up his suspicions about Zenâs association with Sataistador organically. Each and all of the gods thought that the god of war was being unusually quiet, and the evidence presented was strong enough that they agreed to follow Argraveâs recommendations. From the beginning the godsâ primary purpose had been to separate the arenas of the mortal and divine, so dividing their troops in this final assault wasnât such a major issue.
Still⊠they kept knowledge of Traugottâs little secret to themselves. Galamon had scrutinized the vulnerability heâd given them with druidic scouts of his people. Countless birds gave their life scouting the mountainâthe Stormfield came alive with the presence of birds aloneâbut in so doing, they did spot and confirm an opening, precisely where Traugott claimed it would be. Questions still hung in the air; questions mainly posed by Galamon, who brought up good points about Traugottâs character and the potential of a trap. At the same time, Argrave was hesitant to write it off, relying instead on Veidimen consigning themselves to death.
Sataistadorâs gambit, whatever it was, seemed still far out of reach as the days ticked down toward the inevitable assault of the Palace of Heaven. That was, until the governor made a very unusual request.
âIâd like to stand on the front lines with you.â Governor Zen stood tall and proud as he requested this.
âThe front lines?â Argrave repeated. âFrom how you made it sound, your A-rank ascension specializes in something non-combativeâcreating arrays like the Stormfield and the divine-warding array beneath the imperial palace.â
âI canât make one, but even still, who better than me to deal with the Stormfield should we reach it?â Zen held his hands out. âAnd what if I told you that I could help you combat Erlebnis? What if I told you that I could restrain him, and help gain control over the battlefield, as we fought, using my divine-warding arrays?â
Argrave looked to Anneliese, standing at his sideâthe same sort of revelation seemed to be going through her head as his. A trap for Erlebnis, yes⊠yet at the same time, a trap for all the others. If Zen was walking about, placing those arrays everywhere⊠it would appear that Sataistador was greedy as could be. He was only less greedy than perhaps Argrave himself.
âTell me all the details,â Argrave insisted. âLeave nothing out. The battleâs coming soon. A grand orchestra, so many instruments working in tandem for the song that begins the cycle of judgment in earnest. I have to make sure each and every player has tuned up.â
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