Jackal Among Snakes

“I trust your journey here wasn’t difficult?” Princess Elenore asked from her desk, staring at the two in front of her. She had four golden-armored royal knights standing behind her.

The red-headed siblings Elaine and Rivien Vyrbell shook their heads fiercely. “Not at all,” Rivien began, a statement which Elaine agreed with a mumbled affirmation. “We were accosted by the undead. Fortunately, my sister recently ascended to A-rank.”

“I had been meaning to thank you for your help with my magical progress. I was able to get one of those Magister hoarders to give me the knowledge I needed to ascend,” Elaine thanked her with a hand held to her chest, her green eyes earnest.

Elenore nodded. “Alright. Argrave spoke highly of both your skills, and I’m short of time so I’ll summarize things for now. Rivien—you’re to become a member of parliament and the minister of Jast. You’re to help deliver the king’s will and the parliament’s will to all within the county of Jast. Elaine—you’re to represent the Order on the parliament. Unofficially, you’re a link that I have to keep track of things in the Order. You understand?”

“I do,” both confirmed.

“This is no joke,” Elenore stared at them with her steely gray eyes. “I don’t want underhanded dealings or corruption on any level. I keep track of things. You’ll be well paid, but well monitored. Let that be a deterrent from any skimming off the top you might be considering.”

“I under—”

“And that includes your men.” Elenore stared at Rivien fiercely. “If there are any rogue agents, your head rolls with them. I trust you know how to spell guillotine?”

Rivien stepped back, eyes narrowed. “Here I thought I was the gangster, Bat. Still hard to believe that it was you I was dealing with this whole time… but I digress. Yeah, we have an understanding.”

Elenore placed her elbows on the table and entwined her pale, skinny fingers. “Good. For the first while, you’ll be helping shepherd plague refugees, facilitate road reparation and construction, and find recruits for the military. You’ll get details—for now, I have something to attend to.” She looked behind her. “See them out.”

One of the royal knights moved to obey, moving the Vyrbell siblings out of the room to prepare for the next guest. Elenore briefly wrote on a piece of paper as she waited, then turned to another parchment that had a long list. After crossing off a point on the list, she stared at the next entry for a long time. She rubbed a golden ring on her finger—the B-rank warding ring that Durran had given her.

“Bring him in,” Elenore looked back once again.

The door opened, the royal knight leading the next guest into the room. She stared ahead, her gaze slowly lowering to keep eye contact as the guest entered further into the room.

“I’m very sure the briefing that was given amply conveyed that His Majesty was seeking S-rank spellcasters for potent, highly dangerous combat.” Elenore leaned back in her chair. “I’m wondering why you volunteered to join him, Artur.”

Magister looked up at Elenore behind her desk—in a rare display, he walked on his own two feet, the mantle he wore dragging along the ground behind him instead of suspending him in the

second later. “I think that His Majesty made it clear that the possibility of fighting things like the Shadowlander

bones will make for good materials.” Artur spread his arms out. “I do have

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the redwood trees that constituted the Bloodwoods, a tan-skinned elven woman with white hair sat on one of the branches. Onychinusa wore clothes that covered all but her head, and as her legs swayed

this long trail of blackness, her two amber eyes looked down upon a stone fortress. They moved about, taking in sights. When Argrave emerged from his tent, walking about and delivering orders, they

after, a flash of gold came to where she had been. The Starsparrow hovered there for a

reformed in a different location, wrapped in leaves so as to conceal herself better. She watched where the bird had left for a long while. After a time, her eyes melted away again, reforming

thick as an elephant and with an armored carapace. The bottom of its body had sucking teethless mouths that inhaled the leaves of the redwood trees right off the branches

of a mana ripple, and with a burst of purple light the creature simply vanished. It reappeared miles away, the spirits tossing it into empty air. It flailed helplessly, falling

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door, looking about the room quickly enough her blonde hair became a whip. Someone hailed her, and her blue eyes settled upon that person. She quickly strode towards

sit with the man. “I thought… I didn’t think

to this place.” The elf looked around. “I know this kingdom has grander cities—why does the king hold his parliament here? Beyond the grand fortresses blocking the

not my place to judge—merely to represent mom.” She tapped her hand against the table. “We weren’t

that letter had contents about my people. He gave claims for betterment I could not ignore

him seriously. “So you’re only

“Don’t like all of this waiting. I need to find the blue-eyed vampire—a harder task now with the eye destroyed. But considering the man that hailed me is the one who knew how

you’re staying?” Svetlana’s pleasure seeped into her voice, and she

enough for all others to gather, I’m told.” The

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hauling crates in pairs of two. It had to be two—the content of the crates was pure metal, and more than that metal made to scale with the Veidimen. Elsewhere, he saw his three officers Grimalt, Bastal, and Rasten already handling their armor. It was dark gray steel, all, and though unpolished the magic

the royal smiths

bright gold metal that made things take so long. No offense,” he looked at Orion, who wore exactly what he’d just described as stupid.

common soldiers and spellcasters to better aid in garrisoning this fortress. Regardless of what they did in their expedition, some migration away