Vacation

Location: Alba / Hills

Time: Y1503 / 26th day of the Wither Moon / Morning

POV: Liara

*breeze* (wind)

Sitting in the grass while being caressed the gentile breeze is the best!

The green hills around Alba are turning brown, but the scenery is still breathtaking. I can hear birds and other animals scrambling, preparing for winter.

Behind me the Black Mountain Range, and all around hills as far as the eye can see.

The sky is blue with no cloud in sight. Too bad, I could have had fun finding shapes in the skies.

The wind is somewhat chill today, winter is looming closer by the day. Nothing to be afraid of, tough. Winter is mild in this world. Summer is somewhat hot I think, but I don't suffer the heat much. Strange...

[This continent inhabitants are adapted to this climate. The body gave us is of this world. Seasons seems more forgiving as well. The axis of this planet is probably not as tilted as Earth's.] (Science Me)

Earth...

It now seems it all happened a lifetime ago.

It did happen a lifetime ago!

And I didn't have any good memories of that place to begin with.

The ride here was a bit bumpy to be sure, but having a loving mother is making all the pain and bad thoughts go away. It's a luxury I didn't have back there.

There... Not home.

Home is here, now.

And I'm happy.

*smile* (Liara)

“What are you happy about, Liara? are you liking the weather?” *pat head* (Serina)

“Yes, Mother! And thank you for coming with me!” (Liara)

“Oh my. Is taking you out for a walk a special occasion to you? I guess we'll start doing this every week than!” (Serina)

“Yes! Please!” *hug* (Liara)

I wish this day could last forever. No enemies, no worries. No nothing.

“Yes, yes. Making a trip to the hills under a clear sky sure is nice and all, miss initiate. But don't you have anything good for me? I'm still waiting for your artifacts, you know?” (Feldris, Scout of the Fourth Unit)

“Feldris! She works so hard despite being so little! Can't you let her enjoy her day off?” *light punch* (Stella, Mage Knight of the Fourth Unit)

“Ouch! My shoulder! Your gauntlet hurts, Stella! I'm sorry!!!” (Feldris)

“You'd better be!” (Stella)

*pffft* (Liara)

“Liara, don't laugh at me when Stella is brutalizing me!” (Feldris)

“Wha... YOU! COME BACK HERE! I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT BRUTALIZING MEANS!!!” *chase* (Stella)

*run* “Ahhhh! Gifted One! Please save me!” (Feldris)

I'm glad my armed escort is just Stella and Feldris this time. Seeing Stella running around in her combat harness is somewhat comical. Feldris could easily evade her, but is running slowly on purpose to tease her.

*laugh* (Liara and Serina)

I really needed this day off.

The thing I like most about Alba is that they let me out, every now and than. Unlike when I was in Victoria. I'm really starting to feel the weight of the expectations and hopes they have for me.

The way they look at me... They want me to win their battles for them. They are using me.

And I don't mind.

Mother is different. She really cares about me, and her actions are genuine. If the price of being with her is enduring their stares, that's a price I'm willing to pay.

And Mother is important. She is the Head Healer. She wouldn't let them do something bad. They will listen to her! I just know it.

*exhale* *gaze at the sky.* (Liara)

Well, enough rest! I want to see what's behind that hill over there!

[I make a wild prediction here. There will be more grass!] (Gamer Me)

You don't say? -.-

*stand up* *uff* *lay down* (Liara)

Nope. Not going to happen. My body is still that of a three years old. I don't really have huge reserves of stamina and I'm beat after walking all morning.

“Still tired? Just rest some more, my sweet child.” *pat head* *smile* (Serina)

*rest on Serina's lap* (Liara)

That's fine too. I'm not in any rush. I'll just stay here a while longer, relaxing and looking at the clear blue sky.

“I wish it was always this peaceful~ *close eyes* (Liara)

It is done

Location: Victoria / Main road

Time: Y1503 / 26th day of the Wither Moon / Night

POV: Inquisitor Kaven

*walk* (Inquisitor Kaven)

The sun has finally subsided.

The winter first chills can be felt in the air.

It's like the evil forces vanquished today are weakly getting back at me, however they can.

This reminds me that my work is not complete.

As long as this world is not cleansed, I cannot stop.

The city is silent. Only few are left wandering around this late an hour.

The kindlers around me are priming the crystal lights at the side of the main road that leads outside of Victoria, but the light only bathe night patrols that keep the peace.

I remember a time when the city was as alive during the night as it was during the day.

Recent events made people too scared to wander around.

“Halt! Leaving Victoria is forbidden after dusk.” (Gate Guard A)

“Do you have a death wish? Do yourself a favour, go to an inn and wait for the morning lights.” (Gate Guard B)

The southern gates have been closed for hours now. A protection against the dangers outside. The night belongs to criminals and sinners. That I understand.

*slide cloak* *shows insignia* (Kaven)

*gulp* “My apologies, Inquisitor. You are~ are free to leave Victoria.” (Guard A)

*open small door* (Guard B)

The guards are following their orders, keeping the peace. I don't understand why they are so afraid. Perhaps sins festers in their hearts and are hoping for me not to notice?

*stop* *glare* (Kaven)

*shiver* (Guard B)

“The... The hour is late! Aren't you needed elsewhere, Inquisitor? Don't let us delay you any further!” *nervous smile* (Guard A)

...

*walk* (Kaven)

*slam* (Small Gate Door)

I would have liked to investigate further but the High Inquisitor will want to hear from me personally.

I'll just have one of my fellow inquisitor come here and uncover the truth.

If there is corruption festering amongst the city guards, it must be eradicated before it spread to Victoria.

The city cannot be allowed to suffer the fate endured by the tormented souls in Calmia.

Location: Edges of the Silent Forest

Time: Y1503 / 26th day of the Wither Moon / Night

POV: Kaven

My destination is not that far from Victoria, but the night and the deviations required to keep the location a secret are taking me more time than I would like.

Organizing this crusade took a great deal of effort. Fatigue is piling up.

But I cannot rest, for sins are tireless. I must be tireless as well if warmth is to ever prevail.

*creak* (Twig)

As I walk the narrow path in the woods, the unusual sound wakes me from my daze.

Three? No, just two.

I was negligent. The twisted shadows cast by the trees under the pale moon form hunted shapes at my feet. It should have served as warning that evil was lurking nearby.

With no refined aether prepared before hand, had this been just a few moons ago, the situation might be dangerous. Even for me.

But today is not a few moons back and I possess the Gifted One's technique!

I keep moving, without letting my guests notice they have been find out.

They are probably just hoodlums, but know enough to wait until they have a clear shot. Laying in wait in the Silent Forest without losing one's life to the beasts is no small feat.

Just a few more seconds, that's all I need!

Following the teaching of the Gifted One, I move my fingers in circular patterns, unseen under my cloak. At my fingertips, the aether comes together forming magic threads, the fuel of my magic.

I now have enough for a quick and dirty defensive spell.

I focus, and form the image inside my mind. A different image from what my old self would have done. Just as the Head Healer instructed me, I imagine the air forming together like glass around me.

(Kaven)

Obeying my will, the short magic thread I just collimated break down, and refined aether finds its way onside my magic channels. There, it is changed, forcing the air to conform to the image inside my mind as the line between fantasy and reality blurs.

The protective veil around me grows in thickness while not hindering my movements.

Such elegance.

Such simplicity.

And yet so effective. Incomparable to my previous spells that took minutes to reach full power.

Truly the work of the Goddess.

*swish* (Arrow)

*creak* (Barrier)

*groan* *fall* (Kaven)

Location: Edges of the Silent Forest

Time: Y1503 / 26th day of the Wither Moon / Night

It was deep in the night, with only the light of the pale moon filtering through the thicket.

As the lone traveller passed by, Uvon tensed his short bow from the safety of the tree branch he was laying on. For a few long seconds, Uvon carefully lined up his shot, aiming for the back of the neck of his target.

Once the bandit was sure not to miss, he let go of the string. An heartbeat later the traveller fell dead face down.

*whisper* “Clean hit! I got him!” (Bandit Uvon)

*whisper* “You idiot. There was no need to kill the bastard. You could have hit his legs instead...” (Thief Venice)

“And let him wounded and losing blood in here? Are you crazy? The beasts would have devoured him alive! I ranted him a swift death!” (Uvon)

“Yes, yes. They'll call you Uvon the Merciful... Come down, help me out.” (Venice)

*jump down* (Uvon)

The bandit let the bow fall to the ground and jumped down from the three meters high tree branch, rolling forward to break the fall.

The duo headed for the lifeless corpse. Uvon was a Dark Skin man of average height, Venice, his companion was a Fair Skin woman. The two fled Victoria days earlier after a 'job' gone south.

The traveller was a godsend to them. A life spent in the city didn't exactly prepare them to make a living as hunters in the Silent Forest.

“This doesn't feel right. We just needed to rob him.” (Venice)

“What if he was a knight or something? One does not just walk alone in the Silent Forest during the night! I don't know you, but I'm not exactly in top shape here, and I'm not exactly a fighter either.” (Uvon)

Venice could not rebuke Uvon's word. What her companion said made perfect sense, but still left a bad taste in her mouth.

“... I heard the sound of glass cracking when the guy fell. He wasn't carrying precious glassware, wasn't he? It would be a disgrace if we killed the guy for nothing~ (Venice)

Not liking the nagging of his comrade, Uvon pushed Venice against a tree trunk.

“Listen, now. We are criminals. Stealing. Killing. It doesn't make much of a difference now, does it? We can't turn back. They would execute us in Victoria. Kill us on sight. We got to do what we got to do to live. Are we clear?” (Uvon)

*look away* (Venice)

“I asked if there is any problem with the way I handle things.” *glare* (Uvon)

*nod* (Venice)

“Good. Now let's turn the guy around and see what's was so important that he couldn't wait the day to carry around~ *slash* *gurgle* (Uvon)

Venice froze for a second when a splash of hot red blood washed her face. The image of Uvon's eyes going wide in the realization that he was about to die became burned inside her mind.

Behind Uvon stood the cloaked figure they just killed. He somehow survived an arrow to the back of the neck, and when the two were distracted rose up and dashed behind Uvon, slashing his throat from behind.

~ *stab* (Venice)

Venice barely had time to understand what was going on before the figure clad in black twisted his wrist and pushed forward, thrusting his knife still sleek with blood through her throat.

Venice sight went black as she lost consciousness. The root of the tree that gave them shelter and a vantage point is now their grave.

“Sin never rests. Thanks for reminding me, Gloria.” (Kaven)

The knife the inquisitor used had no decoration with the hilt was made of wood. It was hard to tell in the low lights, but the blade was as black as black can be. The knife must have been a valuable possession.

*tore cloth* *clean knife* (Kaven)

The inquisitor tore a piece of cloth from the dead man in front of him and used it to clean his prized knife. He knew of the importance of maintaining one's weapon.

The Inquisitor than resumed his journey, without taking whatever little the two sinners possessed. There was work yet to be done.

The Council of Gloria

Location: Alba / Mera's chamber

Time: Y1503 / 27th day of the Wither Moon

POV: Meridia

Making me walk all the way to Mera's quarters so early in the morning. They should be more considerate. My body is not what it used to be. Pain never fully subsided after Gloria's punishment and overexerting myself only makes it harder to bear.

“Thank you for making it this far, Sister Meridia. Priestess Mera is waiting for you. You may enter.” (Sister Eureka)

I see Eureka's attitude is grating as usual. Well, she is like this to everyone at least, not like other sisters who enjoy humiliating me. She is a young woman about as old as Stella. Her look is plain and not very woman like. I wonder if that has something to do with her attitude... Maybe I'm looking to deeply into it.

My sisters...

My skills were far above everyone else's. I think they always resented me for that and find solace in finally being more power than I am, even if they themselves haven't grown at all. Which is unforgivable given that with Liara's techniques their power could be elevated to a whole new level.

*enter* (Faber and Meridia)

“Why are Faber and Meridia here? They have no place in this meeting.” (Vaerminia, Head of the Council of the Church of Gloria)

“I second that. Outsiders should not be allowed to a meeting of this level. This is not our way!” (Kamila, Councilwoman)

From the crystal sphere resting on its glorious pedestal the Council of Gloria can be seen sitting on their chairs. Technically speaking they are right, a Sister has no place in a council meeting.

But I'm Meridia, former High Priestess and once the greatest enchantress in the continent. They need my advices, even if they'd die rather than admit it. And with me is Faber, the Master Arteficer, entrusted with uncovering the secrets of the Forge of Alba.

Denying us audience would be counterproductive to say the least. Vaerminia and Kamila are too old and set in their ways now. Those are times of change. Our Church must be rebuilt around Liara. She is our future. Our destiny.

“Gha ha haha. I see the old fox isn't getting any softer in her old age!” (Faber, Master Arteficer)

“Master Faber...” (Priestess Mera)

“I know, I know. I apologize, o powerful head of the council! Just say the word, and I'll get back to my work and leave you to your gossips, bickering and empty words!” *grin* (Faber)

I guess I should intervene, despite how entertaining is to see Vaerminia on the receiving end for once. Ensuring Liara's success is more important than feeding my ego.

“Faber apologizes for his behaviour. Please forgive him, you know how he hates to waste time. Now, is there a reason why we were called here? We are very busy mastering the equipment left behind by the High Elves.” (Meridia)

“The first order of this meeting is for Inquisitor Kaven to give his report on the outcome of the crusade.” (Pernida)

Ha, Prenida. You haven't lost your touch.

Keeping the Council and the priestesses working together must be a full time job. Reconciling everyone's differences is hard, and people always resist change.

Wait, crusade?

“Yes, enough chit chat. Inquisitor. Please give us your full report.” (High Priestess Amigarde)

“Yes~ (Inquisitor Kaven)

I see, Kaven is taking part in this meeting. He is a skilled man. Madre's instincts were right in taking him from the Order of the Knights and grooming him to become an inquisitor. He is more suited to working in the shadows anyway.

His report went on for about half an hour.

Needless to say I got more and more surprised as the report went on.

I knew nothing of this crusade. Shocking.

This level of secrecy could only be achieved by deploying a small enough force. Of course common sense dictate that a small force cannot fight open battles. But that's exactly what happened!

Liara's Weaving Technique! Yes, it must be it!

The inquisitors have mastered Liara's teachings to the point where our enemies are no longer in the same league!

Madre really pulled a fast one. She launched an offensive before our enemies could formulate a viable counter. She exploited our recently acquired strategic advantage to the utmost. Wonderful timing, Madre. My hat off you.

...

I see, they even managed to secure the Kingdom's cooperation for their assault of Fort Nora! The political implications are great, I was worried over nothing. Amigarde is finally becoming worthy of her title. Well done.

“Finally, I have personally slain Moria, head of the Silence. Because of his devotion and cooperation, the governor of Red Harbour Town has been given control over Calmia and the Silence operations. What's left of them, at least.” (Inquisitor Kaven)

I see, they even got Moria!

...

Wait.... They did?!?

“You killed Moria?!? Impossible!!!” (Kamila)

“That's... Moria is known to make use of body doubles. Are you sure you killed the real one, Inquisitor?” (Pernida)

“I am. Moria is dead. Gloria bear witness to his demise.” (Kaven)

“That man has been a thorn on our side ever since I was a mere initiate. No matter how hard we tried, he was like a cockroach.” (Vaerminia)

“This is no small feat, Inquisitor. That man always eluded our attempts to contain him. Did you find him thanks to the Gifted One's Technique?” (Cassandra, Councilwoman)

“No. The intel that lead to his capture was provided by the governor of Red Harbour Town. He proved instrumental in Moria's demise.” (Kaven)

“The Silence is an evil organization. Wasn't it within your powers to fully eradicate it, Inquisitor? I say you came pretty close considering how through your crusade was this time.” (Cassandra)

“...” (Kaven)

Well, they would have had no trouble breaking the chain of command of the Silence, but the crime syndicate is a collection of criminals and crime guilds only loosely bound together. You can disband the Silence, but dozens of smaller criminal gangs would raise up and fill the power vacuum left behind.

“My inquisitor did so at my behest.” (Madre, Head Inquisitor)

Oh my. Madre herself is participating in this meeting. I only ever heard her voice three times before, and I was the High Priestess.

“Your reasoning?” (Pernida)

“Why don't you try and guess, youngster? I'm sure you can do it if you try.” (Madre)

“Watch your words. Pernida is a member of this council! Address her with the respect she is due!” (Vaerminia)

Good luck with that... Faber was a lot more disrespectful, and you had to leave him off the hook.

“... The Silence will always exist. One form or another, so~ (Pernida)

“Rather than destroying the Silence, Madre requested a change in leadership. Now the Silence is controlled by someone we own. By having an insider, we can quell great evils before they are allowed to tarnish Gloria's creation.” (Kaven)

“That's... insightful. A sound long term strategy. But to achieve this goal you must allow lesser evil to persist. And what prevent the man in charge from becoming a new Moria?” (Pernida)

Madre can see the big picture. This strategy is something she is capable of. I'm more surprised she let Inquisitor Kaven on the details. Inquisitors are taught to eradicate sins, no matter what. Compromise isn't a word in their dictionary.

“I... can't deny I feel conflicted in letting evils be. But I must endure it. Now that the Gloria walks amongst us, we can only obey and let her will be done. This is how things must be. The pain we endure now has meaning, for the Gifted One will make all things right and just!!” (Kaven)

... I feel the same. It is not a matter of belief anymore.

“Meridia. Faber. How are things progressing on your end? For centuries we tried to unravel the secrets of the Forge of Alba, and to no avail. We are running out of time.” (Vaerminia)

“Yes. Gloria sent Liara to us because of our inability to achieve her design with our own power. Liara is going to shoulder the weight of the whole world. The least we can do is provide her with the best tools for the job.” (Amigarde)

“And make no mistake, Faber. You now live for the sole reason of providing the Gifted One with those tools. You'll never be allowed to leave Alba alive after what you have been allowed to see.” (Madre)

*grin* (Faber)

I glance at Faber, but as expected he knew all of this already. From his point of view, he is the one using us. Working with him I can tell that making use of the elven tools is it's own reward for him. Those tools will allow him to create artifacts nobody will be able to match for centuries to come, engraving his name in history. That, and Liara is going to inherit his techniques.

Eternal glory and a successor. Not a bad deal at all for him.

“Can you do it? Succeed where all High Priestesses before you failed?” (Pernida)

“Answer.” (Vaerminia)

“You tried the same thing over and over and wonder why you failed?” (Faber)

“I agree with Faber. You have no choice, ladies and gentlemen of the Council. If the Master Arteficer and the greatest living enchantress cannot crack the riddle left behind by the High Elves, than nobody in this world can.” (Meridia)

Nobody but Liara, that is. With her goddess given insight she might be able to do it.

He he. Vaerminia's face just twitched. She hates it when I'm right.

“What's next? What do you wish of us?” (Priestess Mera)

“Nothing at all. Keep Liara safe and fed. Allow her to grow, both in mind and body. That's all.” (Amigarde)

Poor Mera she had no chance to intervene this whole time. Her only achievement is being priestess of the temple where Liara lives. Well, I guess that's why she is here. An average Priestess who doesn't like to take chances. The safe option.

“Do we have figures for the losses in this Crusade? The Church depends on the offering of the citizens after all.” (Pernida)

“One inquisitor died in the line of duty.” (Madre)

~ and ten thousand wretched souls have been embraced by Gloria and cleansed.” (Kaven)

...

I'm both horrified and reassured by this assessment.

Is an inquisitor is really worth ten thousand men in battle, now? And even Sebra, the most adept inquisitor, doesn't hold a candle to Liara.

I guess victory is really only a matter of time now.

Only... I shudder at the thought of the mountain of bodies upon which the reign of Gloria will be built upon. And Liara... How would she react to a news such as this? And Serina?

“... Half of a tenth of the population of the Kingdom? Was it really necessary to go this far?” (Pernida)

“Had it depended on me, Councilwoman, I would have purged every city in this continent to deliver a blank slate for the Gifted One to rebuild in Gloria's image.” (Kaven)

“I... I see. Perhaps it is good it does not depend on you, Inquisitor.” (Pernida)

“We'll see, Councilwoman. We'll see.” (Kaven)

“I advise moderation from now on, Inquisitor. Liara would not have agreed to this.” (Meridia)

“Of course she wouldn't have. The Gifted One is as compassionate as Gloria herself!” (Madre)

“And that is exactly why it falls to us to pave the road for her ascent! Sinners would only take advantage of her kindness and reject salvation! We are Inquisitors. She is the Gifted One. This is the order of things!” (Kaven)

“I... I ensured Liara would not be here today, so she doesn't know of what transpired. But a decision has to be made on whatever we tell her or not. It's only a matter of time before she learns of it.” (Mera)

Good luck with that.

I wouldn't tell Serina, let alone Liara of what has just been done in her name.

I just hope this is not going to turn Liara against us in the future.

*whisper* “Ten thousand... That lass' technique might be even greater than I hoped! If that's the case... she might really be able to do it~ *grin* (Faber)

Tally

Location: Victoria / Royal Palace / Hall of the Ancients

Time: Y1503 / 27th day of the Harvest Moon / Midday

The Hall of the Ancient was the safest room in the Royal Castle. The circular room was ten meters is size, the floor made from marble and the ceiling decorated with vivid murals, recounting the turbulent history of the Kingdom. Powerful enchantments warded against harm and indiscreet ears.

For the second time in less than a moon, the Queen and the ministers were sitting around the round marble table richly decorated with detailed carved drawings filled with gold.

The room was in a bit of a mess, scrolls and book were littering the table with people entering and leaving the room carrying documents and orders with them.

The upper echelons of the Kingdom had been locked all day long in hated discussions on recent events. And reports were still coming in.

A messenger entering the room in an hurry reminded everyone that the day was not over.

*enter* *whisper* (Messenger)

“... Scouts report that Secularia itself survived. The big pyre we saw yesterday beyond the Silent Forest originated in the sacred woods. What's left of the city has been spared and the citizen themselves are healthy.” (Minister of Information)

The Minister of Information was a fair woman in her late forties. She let her otherwise short brown hair grow from her forehead, covering her eyes. A good replacement for the cowl she wasn't allowed to wear during the meetings.

She had pushed her information gathering network to the limit today.

“You mean that Secularia is no more a ruin than it was before, do you? My Queen! I wish to go ahead with the restoration efforts! I have a caravan of supplies ready and I have found settlers willing to make Secularia their new home!” (Minister of Life)

The Minister of Life was a Fair Skin man in his mid thirties, the eldest son of the Salesmia family and the youngest minister at the table. He wore a green tunic and had long black hair and brown eyes.

*nod* (Queen Orta)

The Queen, who had remained mostly silent during the meeting simply nodded her acknowledgement of the minister's proposal. The matter was beneath her consideration.

*stand up* “Thank you, my Queen! I will restore Secularia! I will not fail you.” *bow* (Minister of Life)

*pffft* (Minister of War)

As Minister of Life it was is duty to manage the citizens. Tributes do not flow from a dead city, but everyone in the room thought he was being too serious about it.

Another scout entered the room, not leaving the ministers any respite.

“... Our units dispatched to Fort Nora reported in. Their mission was a success. The remains of Leonora's warband have been wiped out.” (Minister of Information)

“Finally! A good news! Now everyone that knew of our agreements lays beneath the ground.” *clap* *clap* (Minister of Magic)

The Minister of Magic was an obese fair skin man. While quite adept in magic, he was average at best when compared to other ministers. Many rumors circulated over the years on how he managed to secure such position and with so many rumors, it became impossible to discern the truth.

“This is not a public statement, Mortan, do not make this disaster sounds like a victory. And we still need a replacement for Leonora. Someone willing to do what has to be done. For the good of the Kingdom, of course.” (Minister of Information)

“I beg to disagree. Don't get me wrong, we do indeed need a replacement, but our agreement with Leonora is still a secret to most. To the eyes of the Kingdom we helped the Church righting all wrongs! Today, we are just!” *grin* (Minister of Magic)

*frown* [What a waste... But it had to be done. The Church has won. I salvaged the situation by siding with the winners in the end, but I just delayed the problem. My options are becoming increasingly unsavoury. Will my fate be to leave the burden in the hands of my daughters and be forgotten in one short generation?] (Queen Orta)

During public appearances, the Queen usually wears the Kingdom's treasures. Powerful artifacts that instil awe and reverence in everyone that gaze upon them. Today was not a public appearance and the Queen was wearing a simple black dress that made her long red hair stand out even more. She regularly made use of cosmetics to appear younger as age was starting to show on her face. A place earned with power will disappear as soon as power starts to wane, and the Queen had been thinking on her legacy for a while, now.

*punch table* *stand up* (Minister of War)

In a sudden motion, the Minister of War, vented his frustration on the table and stood up. The ministers who were all busy sorting the reports coming in from their aides fell silent carefully glancing at the imposing figure of the Dark Skin man. The claw like scars crossing his face gave the muscular and short tempered man even more of an intimidating aura.

“Fools! The whole lot of you! You and your damned schemes! You behave like whispering children! I should have ignored your ramblings and mobilized my army moons ago! My soldier dealt with Leonora's warband like it was nothing! I should just have sniffed the life out of this little girl that is causing you so much trouble!” (Minister of War)

The declaration of the commander in chief of the army was followed by many long seconds of heavy silence. Aides could be heard gulping, wishing to go unnoticed by the angry minister.

Nobody there wanted to risk an heated argument in front of the Queen.

“For a commander you sure lack foresight, Heven. Have you any idea the damage a full scale offensive against the Church would cause? It would leave us seriously weakened. The Principality of Saren would be delighted at the prospect.” (Minister of Information)

“I would have ended it swiftly and with little damage! And I'm not going to take that from you! Look at what your subtleties and subterfuges have eft us with! Burning cities all over!!! Dead citizens!!! Rambling fanatics!!! What's next? The fall of Victoria? Charlatan!!!” *red with anger* (Heven, Minister of War)

The Minister of information voiced the thoughts of most present, still, no one intervened in her defense or tried to quell the debate. For one, the approach she suggested back then had spectacularly failed, leaving the Kingdom in an awkward position. That, and the ministers had much to gain from her failure, maybe they would even be able to shift the blame entirely on her shoulders!

“Now now... Let's handle the matter at hands before we start bickering, shall we?” (King Neode)

Neode was the King, but it was obvious he didn't held much power at all. His words entered from one ear of the Minister of War and left from the other. The King was like an old parent being ignored by his grandchildren. Something that made Neode sulk.

*knock* *enter* “Greetings, esteemed ministers. My Queen. I hope I'm not interrupting.” (Mercurio Lodesto, Royal Mage)

*sit down* “At last! Someone who knows how to do his job. You are a sight for sore eyes, Mercurio.” *exhale* *calm down* (Heven, Minister of War)

The man who just joined the meeting had long flowing platinum hair and blue eyes. He bore a signet made from black gold, symbol of a royal mage. His captivating demeanour often made him the center of attention. Mercurio was well liked and one of the few people Minister Heven called friend.

“You overestimate my abilities, my friend.” *walk* *sit down* (Mercurio)

Mercurio sat down at the table with a smile on his face. His arrival completely dissipated the tense atmosphere from before. It was obvious to everyone that he had things to say.

He was just waiting for someone to ask.

“You were tasked with investigating the Church's attack on Calmia. Do you have anything to report?” (Minister of Information)

“My apologies for the delay. The agents you kindly entrusted to me had somewhat of an hard time wording their findings. Where to begin~ The inquisition~ (Mercurio)

For about twenty minutes, Mercurio made his report, taking care neither to embellish nor dulling the tale. Keeping only to the facts. The ministers became more and more distressed as Mercurio kept recounting the grim tale.

“~miners. Of the twenty thousand inhabitants of Calmia I estimate only two or three thousand have survived. And... That's about it! Quite a spectacular display of power, if I'm allowed to share my opinions!” *radiant smile* (Mercurio)

For many minutes silence reigned over the room as the ruling class of the Kingdom was considering the tale and its implications. Their stern and focused expression was in stark contrast with Mercurio's jolly attitude. The only reason Mercurio's sanity was not being questioned is because tales of the prowess of the Beast had already been confirmed.

~this... is a major problem. If truly the Beast didn't take part in the offensive, it means that Beast's powers have been adopted by the Church's forces faster than we initially anticipated.” (Minister of Magic)

*shuffle scrolls* “We... had estimated the top inquisitor would be about equal in power to the First Princess who acquired the Beast technique herself... But if this report is accurate~ (Minister of Information)

“Those are your own agents, dear Helena. They shared images of the destruction with me. You can confirm it on your own soon enough anyway. That's not something that can be hidden, even if one wanted to!” *smile* (Mercurio)

“Turns out I was right. I should have taken matters in my own hands and commanded my army to suppress them. But there is still time! Give the order, my Queen! I shall marshal my forces~ (Minister of War)

“Troglodyte! Didn't you listen to a word I said before?!? If we fight a civil war now, the Principality of Saren is sure to invade. We cannot fight two wars!” (Minister of Information)

“And honestly I'm not sure this is a war we can win...” (Minister of Magic)

“Well, I'm done, so I'll leave you to your all important decisions! Work hard, the fate of the Kingdom rests on your shoulder. No pressure. Farewell!” *raise* *wave hand* (Mercurio)

“You stay right here.” (Queen Orta)

The room fell silent. The queen who had been silent until now, spoke.

“As you wish, my Queen.” *bow* *sit* (Mercurio)

The Queen took a few seconds for herself, letting the tension became palpable. The longer she waited, the more weight her words would carry.

“Minister Heven. You are to stand down. The Kingdom is not going to oppose the Church of Gloria at this time.” (Orta)

“... I~ heed your orders, my Queen. Know that my blades will be ready to strike at your behest, as always.” *bow* (Haven)

“Minister Helena. I want you to find out everything. Every action the inquisitors took. Every power the Church displayed. A full report on the damage the Kingdom has taken.“ (Orta)

“Of course, my Queen. My best agents and I will work on it day and night until it is done.” *bow* (Helena)

“Princess Aurora is infiltrating the Church. Given time she might achieve something of worth. Likewise, Princess Fantasia is in Prima. She might finally heal the divide between the Principality and the Kingdom. A common enemy might just be what we need right now.” (Orta)

“A brilliant analysis, my Queen! Indeed, the First and Second Princesses are in a prime position to help with our troubles.” (Mercurio)

“You really trust those little girls to~ (Haven)

“Careful, friend. One of them might become the next queen.” (Mercurio)

“You are right. My apologies.” (Haven)

“The Silence. The Cult of Fertility and many mercenaries group suffered crippling losses. This leaves just us, the Church of Gloria and the Principality of Saren on the table. Only the big players are left” (Helena)

“I want all my magi, even field combat ones wielding that technique. If my daughters happen to fail, the army will step in and clean the mess.” (Orta)

“If the Royal Magi do their job, my soldiers could take care of them right now, my Queen!” (Haven)

“My Queen. It will take time to make sense of the technique and retrain our troops. Years, even.” (Minister of Magic)

“I'm afraid the Minister of Magic is correct. Even I have yet to master the true depth of this technique. I'm a mere trainee all over again, I'm afraid~ (Mercurio)

“And even if our Magi become a match for their regular forces we still have no way of fighting the Beast. She is on a completely another level. A wicked daemon. Even if Aurora manages to sow discontent inside the Church, her reign of terror will be hard to break.” (Helena)

*stand up* “You leave the Beast to me. I will deal with her. Personally.” *clench fist* (Orta)

Moria

Location: Red Harbor Town

Time: Y1503 / 28th day of the Wither Moon / Evening

POV: Lesto Hartae

*stumble* (Boy)

Damn. It's hard to walk in a body you are not used to. Children's bodies are also unwieldy to boot. If only adult's minds were strong enough to handle this artifact...

As I walk, I can't help but notice the overall hopelessness of my citizens. Hara's fish stall is almost empty. The Ferend brothers are laying on the road side, as drunk as every other day. Sia's pottery shop is closed today as well...

It's true Red Harbour Town suffered great losses, but a full recovery will be impossible with this attitude. Nobody likes to live in a graveyard.

“Little one! I haven't seen you in weeks! Ever since Lord Lesto took you in! How do you feel, is everything alright?” *concerned look* (Gretel)

My lady Gretel. A young earnest woman who took it upon herself to take care of the orphans left behind by the Inquisitors' hunt. She look weary, with black marks under her plain brown eyes. Her blonde hair are messy, and haven't been washed in a while. Her dress is clean, but clearly worn out.

“I am fine, Gretel. I need to go, now.” (Boy)

*kneel* *whisper* “If the Lord is doing anything to you, you can tell me. I can protect you, give you a good life.” (Gretel)

Full of motherly intention, Gretel kneel, put her hands over my frail shoulders and whisper in my ear. Her words are so preposterous that I have to keep myself from laughing!

Her, protecting someone from Me? So naive.

*grin* (Boy)

Still, it's bad for my reputation for rumors such as this to still be around. Well, It can't be helped.

“What do you mean weird? Lord Lesto feeds me every day and his servants make sure I have everything I want! My family never treated me this well.” *tears up* (Boy)

*stand up* “I... Be happy, little one. If you ever need someone, I'll be around.” *forced smile* (Gretel)

My acting was really good if I can say so myself. I'm getting the hang of taking advantage of the purity and naivete of children.

With her out of the way I resume my journey.

Investing in her orphanage proved to be a wise decision. I have secured a significant supply of children and even an alibi. I just need to pretend I have found a foster family for my new host. Children, while more resilient than adults, still breaks every now and then.

This elven artifact is not as reliable as I'd like it to be.

Location: Red Harbor Town / Governor's Manor

Time: Y1503 / 28th day of the Wither Moon / Evening

POV: Lesto Hartae

At last, my manor.

My mansion looks pristine. I see my gardeners have not neglected their duties. I had considered diverting more resources toward repopulating Red Harbour Town, but having a governor's home in shamble would only invite to rumors of demise. That, and this city is becoming increasingly obsolete for my goals. We got to the point where this small town is almost a liability, holding back the growth of my businesses.

*knock*

My faithful butler emerges from the door. A well built Fair Skin man in his thirties. He is the son of the late butler my father employed. His family has been serving mine for three generations, now.

“Sir?” (Butler Batis)

“Yes, Batis. It's me.” (Boy)

“My apologies. That won't do, Sir.” (Batis)

“Red Crusade Hails Victory For The Just And Fair.” (Boy)

“Lord Lesto. Let me be the first to congratulate. Your mission was a success, yes?” (Batis)

Well done, Batis. Given that my enemy was the first to employ the tactic of using hosts, I have taken steps to ensure my retainers could verify my identity. Batis followed through my instructions, as expected.

“Indeed. That fool, Moria didn't have any safeguards against someone using the same tactics as him. If a tool exists, one must always think it can be used against the original owner! Too bad Moria won't be learning anything ever again.” *grin* (Boy)

The familiar entrance of my mansion greet me. Precious jar and vases. Rich tapestry. All is in place, as it should.

“Is my original body faring well?” (Boy)

“Of course. We have been keeping care of it as you instructed.” (Batis)

“I'm letting go, now. The burden will be great, make sure this boy recovers.” (Boy)

With my small hands I grab the amulet around my neck with my small hands. I focus, and channel magic from my original body, deactivating the artifact.

*gasp* (Lesto Hartae)

*kyaaa* “I'm... I'm sorry, I...” *look away* *blush* (Maid)

Uhm, my maid was washing my body in the tub.

Is she afraid of punishment? She is just following the instruction I left her with.

*stand up* “Summon Kyee, my trusted advisor.” (Lesto)

*nod* *leave in a hurry* (Maid)

Yes. Siding with the Church has granted me the greatest prizes. Calmia and the Silence.

Moria has been a necessary partner in my enterprises for the longest time, but I had more to gain from his demise. Calmia hold such great potential, for so long I tried to force my way into its management. And failed. No more.

Calmia is mine!

*grin* *clench fist* (Lesto)

Granted it will take time to rebuild those activities. Even longer to make them profitable.

It couldn't be helped. It was important for ownership to be claimed by the right person, even if the goods had to be reduced to little more than rubble in the process.