Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 236

Elenore heard approaching footsteps. She had a clock on the table before her. The set of jewelry that Argrave had given her augmented the sensation she felt from the first ring—with each new piece, it was like a bubble of absolute perception expanding outwards. She had a dim cognizance of everything around her. It was more than sight—it was understanding. She could read a closed book, perceive the gears working in the small clock, or even delve into someone’s anatomy if she so wished it.

And she had. Argrave’s heart… it pumped black blood and shone like an amethyst. His eyes were black and gold, though bits of the gray she remembered still showed on them. She had enough questions about him before that revelation… yet now, they were doubled. She had not known him very well, but he had evidently changed too much.

A man opened the door and stepped into the shed that was her room.

“Ruleo,” Elenore turned her head. “You’re early.”

“Never hurts to be,” he stepped in closer.

As he stepped into her range of perception, Elenore perceived Ruleo for the first time. She had always figured him to be a gruff, ugly man. He was gruff, but she could not call him ugly in good faith. He had dark hair and a well-trimmed beard, with bright white eyes that were especially striking next to his dark features. His heavy, jutting brows make him look naturally angry.

Elenore gestured to the chair across from her. “Have a seat.”

“What’s with the getup?” Ruleo’s eyes wandered the various bronze pieces she wore. “Did you have a change of maids? It’s not very… not like usual,” he said, softening the criticism.

“It’s a gift from a…” Elenore shook her head. “Just sit.”

“You actually have people that give you gifts?” he pulled back the chair and sat, letting out a grunt. “So, you’ve got another job you can’t afford to fail? Best pay well. I have some arrangements to keep. I haven’t been idle.”

“You align rather well with something I’ve been looking into,” Elenore said at once. “And I had some questions for you.”

Ruleo leaned back, squinting at her suspiciously. “Go on, then.”

“Rancor. I need your investigative capabilities. You’re already fairly close with them,” Elenore said at once.

Ruleo swallowed, looking more annoyed than anything. “They put a lot of money in my pocket.”

“They help you find Order of the Rose ruins to explore, you mean,” Elenore said. “They grow your unorthodox list of spells larger every day.”

Ruleo tapped the table, smiling. “Well, well. I’m ousted. Given what they offer an unaffiliated spellcaster like myself, you can see why I’m not eager to jump ship.”

“It puts some things in perspective,” Elenore nodded. “Why you know so many spells, despite not being a member of the Order of the Gray Owl.”

his head quietly. “What’s

memorized, they’ll recite them to me. On top of

raised a brow. “That

is,” Elenore nodded

at his eyes drowsily. “Alright,” he enunciated deliberately. “Tell me

Elenore nodded. “I want to know why you’re interested

laugh was quite unusual—rapid and loud, like a hyena. “Interested?

after Ruleo’s laughter died down.

rejoice,” Ruleo noted, lounging. “Kinslaying Serpent, they’re calling him. News has been spreading that Induen’s body was eaten by ants. Rumor got distorted—apparently, Argrave devoured the corpse himself.” Ruleo cackled once again, and then scratched the top of his lips. “Now, he’s the Kineating Serpent. Kinslayer,

sound happy,” Elenore

hand in things personally. That hatred was on a perfectly balanced scale, the other side weighed down by fear and respect. That was probably Felipe’s design. He’s preparing for succession.” Ruleo sighed. “Argrave put an end to that. Combined with the already-swirling rumors about his heroics… the plague, the Veidimen… the legion of ghostly snakes,

you hate him?” Elenore

turned his eyes towards her. “You have plans for

imagine why I need to know,” she said, disguising her intent.

piece

can simply watch while things unfold. All are affected,” Elenore shook her

of the hounds,” Ruleo said grimly. “Managed all of the dogs for hunts, searches, and other such excursions.” He leaned in a fair bit closer, white eyes sharp.

not absolutely clear about the matter, so

his expression and

know

too well. Nobles and other royals refused to associate with a bastard. But he was welcomed, accommodated, and nearly worshipped by the children of the royal servants.” Ruleo rubbed his hands together. “Awkward. Towered above some adults even when young. He stuttered and wasn’t particularly assertive. Made him feel… innocent, naïve. But all of that was just a mask for the same vindictiveness

such a far cry from the young boy Ruleo described. All of his people seemed undyingly loyal to him—not out of fear, or low manipulation… but respect and even love. He

bragging,” Ruleo continued with another

brought back to

might be capable of using magic, he toiled to earn me a spot in the Order. I bragged to people—friends. Those friends told Argrave. And Argrave… took all of that

your spot in the Order?

his arms, looking ill at ease. “Noble children were having an outing in the forests. Something stupid… can’t remember,” he shook

tilted her head.

so blatantly asked to receive what was mine--!” Ruleo tapped his chest, anger rising, yet it waned quickly as he brought himself back under control. “My father was executed. Mother’s

Elenore nodded. “It is.”

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