Jackal Among Snakes

“…and after the tomb guardians shambled in on Barden, one of their arrows hit the palisades. I was knocked unconscious by the wood splinters,” Argrave explained. “Anneliese here can tell you what happened afterwards. She carried me on her back and swam across the great blue ocean. She's dedicated like that,” he finished, tapping the snow elf’s elbow as they walked through the gates of the Monticci estate.

Ahead, two knights carried a chest up through the estate’s front door. Anneliese did not seem to hear the exaggeration as she was observing everything around her with a great deal of interest. Though she feigned obliviousness to the hateful glances cast her way and the disparaging terms muttered in her direction, Argrave could tell they reached her and bothered her.

“You still haven’t mentioned what ‘Gerechtigkeit’ is,” Nikoletta said, coming to a stop. “I don’t understand. You go alone to the heart of an invasion, and you manage to just talk them into setting aside arms? It’s ridiculous. These things don’t just happen,” she shook her head, spreading her arms wide in disbelief at the situation.

“Hold on.” Argrave held out his hand and conjured a D-rank ward spell around them. “Soundproofing.”

“So, talk.” Nikoletta pointed, then crossed her arms. “How did you do what you did?”

“Well, much like how Anneliese put aside the battle we were having to defeat the metal men, Patriarch Dras put aside the invasion for another matter.” Argrave rested his hand atop the Ebonice daggers on his waist.

“Elaborate,” Nikoletta demanded.

Argrave scratched his chin. “Not sure you’d believe me.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she dismissed. “I’m tired of you leaving me in the dark, damn it.”

Argrave chuckled. “Never heard you curse. Guess I’m in the deep end now.” He scratched the back of his head. “Gerechtigkeit is a calamity. An ancient one, old as no one can remember. Shows up every millennium and again to try and put an end to the world.” Argrave shrugged and shook his head. “The Kingdom of Vasquer is too young to have any records of it. It’s… what, year 872 since its founding?”

“What are you talking about?” she asked, more confused than anything.

“I just told you. A god is going to descend to this mortal plane hellbent on destruction. Wouldn’t call him malicious—it’s just his instincts. Malicious or not, I much prefer living, and no one else I can see is stepping up.”

Nikoletta shook her head, mouth agape in bewilderment.

“She might take you seriously if you acted serious,” Anneliese recommended.

“That’s true,” Argrave nodded. “But—”

Nikoletta held her hand out to stop them from talking further. “What exactly is going to happen? When is this going to happen?”

“What is it? I think the world ‘calamity’ should make things clear enough. A disaster, a…” Argrave waved his hand, searching for synonyms, “An apocalypse, though it’s a living thing rather than a force of nature. If you can call a god ‘alive,’ that is. As for when this is going down… considering that now is near the end of autumn… a few years. I could probably give an exact date, but frankly I haven’t looked at a calendar in many months.”

“You’re serious about this?” Nikoletta sought to confirm. “This isn’t some tactic you used to convince the snow elves?”

“No,” Argrave shook his head. “Everything I’ve done has been towards this end. The big bad evil takes precedence over mortal squabbles in my eye. The whole world will just stop: no more life, big empty wasteland, everyone dead… as far as I understand it, at least. There aren’t any tales of what happens after Gerechtigkeit, unfortunately, so I can't confirm this.”

Anneliese raised a hand to get attention. “A millennia ago, my people took part in a great war on another continent outside of Berendar. The devastation wreaked is spoken of in many stories. Perhaps the only reason the people of Berendar do not know is because they were not affected. But now, He Who Would Judge the Gods is to appear on this continent,” Anneliese said, pointing to the ground.

Argrave waited patiently. Eventually, she asked the

back in the Tower of the Gray Owl. Believe me or not, it doesn’t matter. In time, the truth will be made clear for everyone. Dim echoes of Gerechtigkeit are already deeply rooted in this continent. This civil war wasn’t fully man-made. The plague brewing in

information. “Why don’t you want to

for me to

don’t trust me,”

take no chances. I’d trust you with my life, but what I have

passively. Nikoletta stared at him, her dark pink eyes shaking slightly. Eventually, she shook her head. “I don’t get it. I don’t get it at all. I don’t get

voice low. “Until it’s done, I have no other aim.” Anneliese studied his face with her amber eyes, and then turned away, looking out into the

Nikoletta asked him, some resignation

the civil war. Rebuild your forces. Build your strength. And,

what was going to happen anyway, if I

frowned. “Red

Nikoletta confirmed. “You

slowly nodded. “Yeah, I know her. She’s done some work for the royal

she nodded. “I’ll

“Alright. Talk over.”

the magic, but Nikoletta grabbed his wrist. “Wait. You spoke

to trust me a good deal. After the

a second, and then said,

answer or even receive them, he’ll be left waiting. I plan on leaving soon—more things to settle before the end times, you see. Once Castro helps Duke Enrico out of his coma, you tell him that I was amenable

too long, he

some ambitions for the throne? He’ll persist

she stared at the ground. “Even still, it’s not a

you. What, you want me to do everything for you?” Argrave spread his arms out

“If there’s one thing I trust, it’s that you don’t

sounds like depressing self-deprecation, but you’re right,” Argrave took her hand and

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the door to Argrave’s old guest bedroom, entering sideways. Argrave

love of…” Argrave trailed off. Nikoletta hid a laugh behind her hand. “Don’t laugh,” he demanded, pointing at her. “I got used to the big doorframes at Veiden.

tall. You’re the abnormal

the term ‘special,’” Argrave said, ducking and entering the room

friend Anneliese a

sleep,” Argrave answered. “Have to get Galamon,

set down Argrave’s chest of books beside the already-formidable stack he’d collected in his guest room at House Monticci’s estate. They cast a glance at Anneliese as they left and shut the

my money?” Argrave got

aback. “From the auction of

invasion for free?” Argrave said sarcastically. “I’m kidding. Yes,

of them. We probably could have got a lot more if we’d gone through