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.

waited patiently. Eventually, she asked the question he had been waiting

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 the northeast

the information. “Why don’t you want to say how you

to know,”

trust

be in danger.” Argrave shrugged. “I’ll take no chances. I’d trust you with my life, but what I have to do

“I don’t get it. I don’t get it at all. I don’t get you. From the Order until now, I’ve never understood what you’re aiming for. You speak nonsense

said simply, voice low. “Until it’s done, I have no other aim.” Anneliese studied his face with her amber eyes, and then turned

Nikoletta asked him, some resignation on

forces. Build your strength. And, when the time comes, help,” Argrave shrugged as though it

what was going to happen anyway, if I know my

“Red hair, chains,

confirmed. “You

is here. Huh. He slowly nodded. “Yeah, I know her. She’s done some work for the royal family. Don’t give her too much responsibility. She

she nodded. “I’ll keep

“Alright. Talk over.”

Nikoletta grabbed his wrist. “Wait. You spoke of how to deal with this matter of my father’s intent to… marry

wrist free. “Well, you’d have to trust me a good deal. After

for a second, and then said, “Tell me

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

he might just change his

be fostering some ambitions for the throne? He’ll

aback by that, and she stared at the ground. “Even still, it’s not

arms out and shrugged. “Of course, you have to trust I won’t answer any of his proposals. Might be you could find someone else for the

and his face. Eventually, she held out her hand. “If there’s one thing I trust, it’s

you’re right,” Argrave took her

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the door to Argrave’s old guest bedroom, entering sideways. Argrave followed close behind. He failed to

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

You’re

and entering the room

your friend Anneliese a room, or

Argrave answered. “Have to get Galamon, and then do some other

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 door behind them with

Where’s my money?”

aback. “From the auction of

for free?” Argrave

gold magic coins: 214 of them. We probably could have got a lot