Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 271

In the days to come, the news of Leopold’s election to the position of leader of Relize washed across the coastal city. Argrave’s thoughts of Elenore and their dilemma were washed away like a sandcastle overtaken by the tide. The tide, in this case, was the great deluge of work that Argrave involved himself in.

Three days after Leopold assumed his office, news spread of his support of Argrave as a claimant. Rumors had been whirling and many people were already privy to this information, but it was another thing to have it directly confirmed. The support of the people was not a rancorous uproar, per se… but it was not a rejection. Argrave was liked well enough, largely due to his actions with the vampires here in this city.

The coronation was set to happen in five days after this announcement. It was to be a public ceremony right before the Grand Council’s Assembly. Argrave would make a pledge to the people followed by a pledge to the Grand Council and Leopold. Following that, he had to make hundreds of pledges day by day. After all, he’d promised to make a parliament that represented the interests of the realm, and it needed seats to fill it.

“This Parliament you intend to found is clearly going to be quite the grand institution…” Leopold noted, biting from an apple. “How many seats will there be?”

“Promised a lot. At the very least, it’s going to be… hundreds,” Argrave shook his head, leaning over a blank draft document. “I would just use the three estates as my model, but we’re lacking one of them… and things are quite different here in Berendar in general.” Argrave looked up, seeing Leopold’s confusion. “Ah, the three estates… I travel a lot, you see. It’s a system from elsewhere,” he explained.

Anneliese put one hand on Argrave’s shoulder, looking at the draft herself. “The most influential people are the wealthy, the nobility, and the magic users of the realm. These match up well enough with your three estates, I should think.”

Argrave nodded. “I know. Even still, I don’t want this to be some kind of council that promotes self-interest. We need good people on the seats—people that I can trust to focus on the betterment of the realm.”

Leopold scoffed. “You’d be better off putting dogs on the seats, then. At the very least I can promise that dogs love people. People that love people other than themselves are few and far between.”

Argrave disagreed, straightening his back and gazing at Leopold determinedly. “An assembly’s culture is decided by its composition. If we choose enough good people to take the seats—diligent and dedicated people—they could set the atmosphere of the Parliament for years to come. I’ll take however long it takes to get the right people. And trust me—they exist.”

Leopold grumbled but helped Argrave ably in finding these candidates. Much of their time was spent searching for people to place in prominent positions. In the patrician families, there were only too many people trained in administration and management that were underutilized because of a variety of reasons. He might’ve left the task to Elenore. Something of that nature was her specialty. Nevertheless, asking no favors of her was important for self-reflection. Even still, it cemented the importance of this plan of his going well. He desperately needed Elenore.

occupied with studying imbuing, learning other B-rank spells with Anneliese’s tutelage, and

drink,” Argrave explained. “I just need you to do it every night, nothing more.

Galamon complained, staring down at the black bowl with runes on its surface. “After I drink of it… I feel stronger,

that we need for this ritual. It’s on someone’s person, and this individual wanders. They’re not some bystander, either—they’re a vampire, themselves. Drink your own blood from this bowl, you’ll start to gain an intrinsic knowledge of where this piece is. In essence, you’re imbuing your blood with some

He held his right hand over the

come back when you’re done,”

not telling me something,” Galamon looked at Argrave. “You’re always a little vague, but you’re avoiding talking about this

watching the blood drip from

me,” Galamon said plainly. “You

“Well… this ritual. When it’s done, you won’t be a vampire. But you won’t

the point,”

strength…” Argrave held his hands out. “But rest assured—the vampiric ‘beast’ you talk about, the need to drink blood, the inability to consume food: all of that will be gone. You will be elven again.

The wound closed up second by second. He opened his eyes, stared down Argrave, and drank of the black

preparing,” the vampire said,

Argrave did just as the vampire suggested. Galamon was pivotal in the most important undercurrent to all of their preparations:

for, at least not until Argrave decided to stop with this charade. It did leave him a fair bit uncomfortable about his plan. He desperately hoped this

architects contracted by the Grand Council of Relize to the Indanus Divide. They would examine the spot that Argrave had marked to determine whether or not it was truly

them. Leopold, who had a large hand in the non-patrician merchant class that traded in common items like grain, was more than capable of filling that role. Beyond trading, there were several villages nearby that

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