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Chapter 35: Promising Prospects

“Damn it,” cursed Duke Enrico as he stared out into the distance at his domain. Now that war was upon them, he had donned his plate mail, the blue swordfish of Monticci embedded on its chest. He stood atop the walls of Mateth, right beside one of the giant marble statues, as he stared out at the rising smoke in the distance. “The boy was right, to the word.”

Nikoletta stepped forward to stand beside her father, arms crossed. The two seemed like echoes of each other with their similarly decorated armor—one plate, one leather. “You could not have known. No one knew, besides him.”

“And that’s the mystery. How did he know? Perhaps the royal family’s influence is greater in my domain than I expected. It’s pointless to consider now… henceforth, though, I’ll follow his advice.” He turned back. “Knight-Commander Ryger. Command the mage battalions to center their forces near the docks, preparing to counter magic.”

“At once, duke,” with his voice echoing through his helmet, Ryger bowed and then moved to obey. His heavy armor clanged noisily as he sprinted.

The Duke turned back to Nikoletta. “If we should survive this, I view Argrave as your most promising marriage prospect.”

“What?!” Nikoletta could not help but shout in surprise. “He’s my cousin!”

“He has no force backing him, so he won’t compete with you for control of the duchy when I pass. He’s a bastard, so he should have no issue adopting the name of Monticci. He’s a very promising mage and a brilliant strategist. He’s young. Above all, you like him,” the duke continued, unaffected by her outburst. “As do I.”

“He—” Nikoletta paused, taking a deep breath. “You’ve spoken to him but once, and you ‘like him?’ He’s a friend, nothing more. Worse yet, he’s near identical to Elwind. As I said, he’s already family.”

“That matters little. You have no shared ancestors beyond your mother,” Duke Enrico shook his head. “There should be no issues with your progeny.”

At the mental image her father’s words gave her, she shook her head frantically. “Father, please…!”

“No more discussions. When he returns… if he returns,” Duke Enrico amended, “I will send the proposal.”

Nikoletta opened her mouth to say more, but a voice from behind cut her off.

“Duke Enrico!” a lightly armored gatekeeper ran up, breathing hard.

“Catch your breath, then speak,” the Duke commanded.

The gatekeeper did, and then he took off his helmet and wiped his face with his wrist. “Two people are trying to enter the gate, duke. One of them claims to be Knight Ryles from Barden, bringing urgent news from the village regarding a mage. The other is a female mercenary with a giant sword seeking to help in the defense.”

“Argrave went to Barden,” Nikoletta said immediately.

“Oh!” the gatekeeper exclaimed. “That name was mentioned, young lady Monticci.”

The Duke’s expression hardened. “Take this token. Find and command a High Wizard of the Gray Owl to examine both people for magic trickery before they enter. Send Knight Ryles to me quickly.”

The gatekeeper took the token from the Duke’s hands and stared at it, bewildered by the responsibility he’d just been given. He saluted the Duke and ran off once again. The Duke retrieved a seeing glass and looked out at the coastline, watching the movements of the longships as they collided with the Duke’s caravels.

Nikoletta looked up at the statue beside them, a distinct lack of conversation settling between the two as they waited. Nikoletta tapped her finger against her elbow as though to speed up time. She could not deny she was worried. That the knight was alive was a promising thing, but the fact he returned mentioning Argrave specifically could not be a good portent.

The time stretched out for a long time, but it could not have been more than fifteen minutes before a knight rushed to them, partially covered in blood and sand and very exhausted.

“Duke Enrico,” he saluted once he’d catch his breath. “Knight Ryles. I was commanding the forces in Barden.”

“And what led you to abandon your post?” the duke questioned sharply.

“On the eve of the battle, a spellcaster came to us. He offered the name… I think it was ‘Argrave of Blackward,’ and claimed that he was the duke’s agent,” Ryles said, speaking as though he was telling a big secret. “He had the Mark of Monticci, and so I took his advice in the battle.”

“That name… I think he used that as an alias when he sold the Margrave’s horse,” Nikoletta offered.

The Duke nodded to Nikoletta and turned back to the knight. “And?” the Duke pressed.

“Later, he lured a force of metal… creatures, to the site of the battle. He used this horde to gain parley with the snow elves. He claimed he was an agent of the duke, assigned by you to stop the invasion.”

The Duke furrowed his brows, and then ran a hand through his blue hair. “What is he…? Well? What happened then?”

“He spoke to the snow elves’ leader, and they came to an agreement,” the knight hesitated as the questions did not head the direction he wanted. “I believe he intended to sail with them to return to Veiden in condition for cooperation killing the metal creatures.”

“Did you see them sail away? Defeat the metal creatures?” the duke questioned, stepping closer.

“No, I thought he seemed too close to the snow elves, so I thought…” Ryles trailed off, taken aback by the intensity.

The duke grabbed the knight’s breastplate and pulled him closer. “You let Argrave fight that horde of monsters alone, and then let him sail to Veiden by himself?” He released, pushing the knight away. “Damn it. This boy… I have no idea what he’s up to. And you.” He pointed to the knight. “Join the garrison. You’re stripped of command of Barden.” The knight was rattled, and he stood there mute.

Nikoletta, too, was startled by the news. She thought back on all of Argrave’s actions. Each of them had seemed bizarre and arbitrary, but ultimately, they had clear purpose. He had returned her thesis to keep Monticci’s reputation intact. He had gone with the Margrave despite the dangers to keep their House’s relationships stable. He had attacked the druidic scouts, alone, to bring the invasion to their attention. And now…

“Father,” Nikoletta said, stepping forward. “We can’t do anything for him now, anyway. He acted alone, but I’ve never seen him act without a plan. Realistically, what he’s done doesn’t change what we need to do. We need only prepare for the defense.”

Duke Enrico turned back to his daughter. After a time, he nodded.

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Anneliese strode through the long wooden hall before Argrave’s room, a fur sack in her right hand. She had cleaned and changed into a more fitting white-fur robe. Ahead, the door was slightly ajar, and a dim sliver of light peaked past. She started to hear noise from the room, and she slowed her footsteps and approached quieter. The noise became clearer. Argrave was singing.

“I lay here,” he sung, drawing out the notes at points. “Bedridden, imprisoned in me. I’m crippled and broken, alive and not free. The sun out my window, it warms me and leaves. No calls and no visits, just me and my dreams. And I’m lonely,” he embellished the last note.

Her brows were furrowed in confusion, but Anneliese could not help but smile. His singing was terrible, bluntly put. She pushed open the door and entered. He turned his head towards her. He was buried beneath white fur blankets, propped upright. His face brightened.

“She returns. She’s clean.” Argrave spread his arms wide as though celebrating. “You look like a Russian princess with the fancy white-fur coat. It suits you.”

Anneliese walked up to him, sitting on the bedside and hefting the sack atop her legs. “What is a Russian princess?”

Argrave paused for a while, and then smiled. “People never ask those sorts of questions. They just ignore my weird words and move on, unwilling to admit their own ignorance. A Russian princess, hm?” Argrave tilted his head back. “A Russian princess would probably have fair hair, pale skin, fancy fur clothes made right in Siberia, and an undeniable dignity befitting her station.”

Anneliese’s amber eyes seemed to study his face for a minute. Then, she pushed the bag she was holding towards Argrave. “Here. I brought preserved fish and meat. Eating rich foods like this is the key to a speedy recovery. Healing magic cannot replace lost blood. Eating was what helped my mother grow back into good health whenever she grew ill.”

“How considerate. It’s been so long since I’ve had meat. When I was sick a few days ago, I was vomiting up everything that wasn’t slush.” Argrave said, voice straining as he leaned over to grab the bag. Argrave opened the bag, pulling free thick strands of red, dried meat. He bit into it. “Hm. Like jerky, if a bit plainer and a lot tougher.”

While glancing about the room, Anneliese rested her hands on her lap. Barring a few shelves with nothing on them and a window closed off with a fur blanket, the room was empty.

“The Patriarch’s council listened to me briefly, and then kicked me out,” Anneliese said. “I suspect a conclusion will not be reached tonight. You may be called tomorrow.”

Argrave divided a piece of meat with his hands into small, bite-sized pieces. “What, you just gave your account and they booted you?”

“Yes,” she confirmed.

“That’s stupid. You would have the most insight on the situation.” Argrave put a meat bite in his mouth and chewed on it quietly. “Perhaps I should not complain. I get to eat, after all.”

She turned her head back to him. “You seem to place a lot of value on me.”

Argrave paused. It sounded like an arrogant statement, but it was just her neutral observation of the situation. In ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ Argrave had fought against Anneliese and worked alongside Anneliese in destroying Gerechtigkeit. In both scenarios, she was a very powerful person. Part of it was her high magic pool coupled with a high magic affinity. Elsewise, she simply knew a lot of good spells. He supposed that was tinting the way he treated her.

He chewed another bit of meat as he considered his response. He made sure to swallow completely before speaking, as he loathed when people spoke with their mouths full.

“You possess a fiercely inquisitive nature coupled with a good head on your shoulders. Those values combined are a formula for success. To top it off, you wield magic well, you have a talent for strategy, and you can read people like I read books.” Argrave locked eyes with Anneliese. “I think those features make you exemplary. I have little doubt you will achieve great things.”

“Is that so? I will remember that, then.” She nodded with a faint smile. “’Achieve great things,’” she repeated, musing over the words. “A vague term, meaning different things for every person. Still… it’s a nice sentiment.”

“True enough. What great things call out to you?” Argrave ate another bit of meat.

Anneliese leaned back, resting her hands against the bed. “All around me, I see people planning to make a legacy.” She closed her eyes. “They want to be a part of the invasion of the green lands, be a part of the legend of the snow elves. They want to start a family, leave behind the next generation. Even the spellcasters want to advance magic to another level. All wish to be remembered.” She turned her head back to Argrave and opened her eyes. “They’re all planning for their deaths. At least, that’s what I feel.”

“Kind of grim, but you’re not wrong. They want to keep living, in whatever manner that might be left for them. Live on through their deeds, their words, their achievements.” Argrave reached back into the bag and pulled out a strip of pink meat that smelled fishy. “Myself, I much prefer plain old living.”

“Me too,” Anneliese agreed quietly. “I think I just… want to know and understand the world. As much as I can. And I want to pursue that freely.”

Argrave broke up the strip of fish into bits as he did the previous strip. “There’s a lot to know. Berendar alone is full of mysteries. Even though I know a lot about the Veidimen, before this, I’d never been to Veiden.” Argrave was about to put another bit in his mouth, but he paused. “That reminds me. There’s supposed to be a big library here in Veiden, right? Full of druidic spells, deep lore, and other such fascinating things? I mean, druidic magic doesn’t even exist on Berendar.”

“It’s in the capital, behind the Ice Wall, but yes.” Anneliese sat up.

Argrave pursed his lips. “Do you think I could get in there? I mean, surely these deliberations will take some time, and I don’t think that I’m really urgently needed, per se…”

Anneliese shook her head. “You must rest. You should not overstrain yourself.”

“Aw, but…” Argrave trailed off.

“I have some books among my things,” she said with a smile. “If you like, I can lend you some.”

His grim countenance started to brighten. “Truly? Spell books, even?”

“Yes.” Anneliese stood. “I’ll go get them.”