Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave picked up a ring and poured the well of magic bursting within him into the confines of the inscription wrought into the metal. Imbuing enchantments felt like he was handling red hot liquid metal, pouring it into a cast with his will alone. He attempted to speed it up… yet as one might expect, the magic danced dangerously, and Argrave quickly directed things so as to seal them off. Just as he did so, he was sealed off from the near limitless supply of power springing from the Blessing of Supersession.

“That should be five minutes, Your Majesty,” Galamon said gruffly. “Forty rings, by my count.”

“…I messed this one up,” Argrave set the ring down in a pile alongside many others. Each of the rings had Argrave’s personal symbol on them—the sun, with four snake heads at the edges of four rays.

“Then thirty-nine,” Galamon amended.

“Not good enough,” Argrave shook his head.

“You’ve managed to imbue thirty-nine B-rank enchanted items, Your Majesty. Less than a month ago, you had done zero,” Ansgar reminded him. As Leopold Dandalan’s most trusted son, Ansgar had become a sort of aide to Argrave in the past month. Though sixty-two, he was still quite able on many fronts. Above all, he was trustworthy. “Your efforts are astounding.”

Indeed, one month had passed. It had taken Argrave a month of learning to get to the point to do this. Granted, his time had become much more limited ever since taking on his duties as king, but the point remained. One month, thirty-nine rings. It could be said that it was far above normal production rates… but far below what Argrave wanted with this venture of his.

“…hmm,” Argrave grunted discontentedly. This enchanting business was his sole reprieve from the mundanity of administering things in Relize. Once the politics were well and settled, he felt useless.

“These cast B-rank warding spells, do they not?” Ansgar eyed the rings. “I would advise that you distribute them first to your newly formed royal guard. Perhaps your knight-commander can handle this matter, Your Majesty,” Leopold looked to Galamon.

Galamon had become Argrave’s knight-commander of his royal knights. Indeed, Argrave had his own royal knights, now. Though only twelve, each and all were masters. Galamon had chosen the most skilled out of people in the army. From there, Anneliese had evaluated their loyalty. That number ended in twelve. Argrave disliked bringing them everywhere—even now, they waited outside.

“I had intended to distribute them to meritorious performers in the battlefield,” Argrave said. “Giving them to my guard… might come off as selfish, no?”

“I believe it would show that being loyal and steadfast brings rewards, Your Majesty,” Ansgar disagreed.

Argrave rubbed his chin. “Alright. It’s only twelve—the rest will be distributed as I originally intended. Galamon?”

The elven vampire nodded. “I’ll see they’re handed out.”

Argrave rose to his feet, content. “Alright. Now, before we depart to evaluate the fortress… Leopold’s waiting.”

Ansgar dipped his head. “I believe my father is eager to meet his bride-to-be.”

“I can only imagine,” Argrave said with a droll nod. “Send for Elenore before we meet. I have things to discuss with her, and she should be there when I talk to Leopold.”

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“Avoiding a federation in central Vasquer turned out to be an impossibility,” Elenore lamented to Argrave, her voice loud even when she spoke quietly on account of the ward surrounding them, blocking all sound from escaping. “They still remain firmly loyal to Duke Rovostar. In the south they’ve begun to call Rovostar the king’s dog. I underestimated his charisma and capability. They possess a far greater number of spellcasters than we do. That remains… a glaring weakness of ours.”

The two of them walked down the halls of Leopold’s estate, guarded by six guards on each side. Galamon stood just behind the two of them. Even here, these men remained diligent—if they weren’t, their knight-commander quickly corrected their behavior. Galamon took his role seriously. Argrave sustained the ward around them with one hand—he’d learned a spell that allowed the ward to move with him, yet he needed to sustain the spell. Fortunately, it was low-ranking, and his still-growing magic supply accommodated him ably.

earning their undying loyalty, it would seem, if they should fight for him crippled and imprisoned,” Argrave shook his head. “Orion still refuses to… change things on

somewhat. The central federation of nobles briefly attempted to siege down Dirracha. The walls were meant to withstand devastating spells, though, and Orion has proved an able defender. He sallied from the walls alone and direly injure a Magister of the Order that Duke Rovostar managed to entice

was surprised and was about to ask who.

the south under Margrave Reinhardt has started to move, they can’t afford to dedicate attention to Dirracha. The force Orion has is too small to do anything beyond maintain their position. On paper, he’s on our side. He’ll surrender Dirracha to us once we arrive. His only

and stop this madness. I cannot understand why they fight so hard for someone so…” Argrave sighed. “No use dwelling. What of the north? What of Atrus? We’re direly

support,” Elenore shook her head. “Many have turned to

her tone. She

north, bolstering our forces in the process… we have to be able to get magic

if I know you say it only to get my

it out later. But before we meet

could have status and stay near his side justifiably. Instead, the tribal requested to work with Elenore. The man did have some ulterior motives, but it suited Argrave fine. He was quite curious

saying, “I know he’s not, at least now. In fact, I see why you wanted him to come with you. He is rather capable,” she

right?”

my request… granted, this was before you’d assigned him to work with me…” Elenore pointed to her feet, where Argrave only now noticed she wore genuine boots over new wooden prostheses. “Wooden, though with an enchanted metal core. He’s

Argrave shook his head. “Well, it seems he likes you well enough. I’m glad

magic, preparing some scouts for the war… and for personal use, I admit,” Elenore moved past Argrave’s leading observation. “In essence, we have an advantage of superior espionage over our foes if we can integrate druidic magic,” Elenore said, voice speeding up

Argrave noted sarcastically. He dispelled the

around them disappeared, crossing her arms as though to guard herself. Beyond, only

here

held up a note. “She sent this,

spoke of a slight delay. At once, worry festered. He didn’t like being away from Anneliese for long at all. If he were near, he could at the

Majesty when you part from your fiancée for more than a few minutes,” Leopold noted. “I’m not sure this sort of…

turned to wrath at the insinuation… but he kept his wits about him, having reined in some of his impulsive tendencies regarding her. It was something he’d been working on, per Anneliese’s request. He knew as well as she did it was a vulnerability that people might learn to exploit—as a king, he had to

might relate to worrying about your fiancée soon

Leopold grunted. “We have

came

than Anneliese and kept her light gray hair short. She had bright blue eyes that had an almost predatory aspect to them. Argrave regarded her curiously—this was someone

stepped into the room. The royal guards regarded Hirnala cautiously but acquiesced to her presence

back,” Argrave

to her friend. “Hirnala—Argrave, his sister Princess Elenore,

she interrupted. “He serves

“I do,” Galamon answered.

good allies. Speaks to his

the man

the old man immediately. He craned his neck up to

mutually beneficial partnership,”