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 air. His eyes gleamed as he answered, “Do you

with her hand but revealed it again half a second later. “I think that His Majesty made

bones will make for good materials.” Artur spread his arms out. “I do have my reasons. But I assure you that

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covered all but her head,

the opposite end of this long trail of blackness, her two amber eyes looked down upon a stone fortress. They moved about, taking

In not a second later her entire person, clothes and all, burst into black mist, dispersing through the air and clinging to the trees and leaves. Just after, a flash of gold came to where she had been. The Starsparrow

so as to conceal herself better. She watched where the bird had left for a long while. After a time, her eyes

that had been wound around one of the trees craned its body outwards. It was like a great slug, though 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

purple light the creature simply vanished. It reappeared miles away, the spirits tossing it into empty air. It flailed helplessly, falling slowly until its body hit the ground and shook the earth

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House Quadreign opened a door, looking about the room quickly enough her blonde hair became a whip.

“I thought…

red eyes watching her passively as she sat. “But… your king summoned me. I was called 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 entrances, there’s only this coastal

not my place to judge—merely

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

stared at him seriously.

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 to

into her voice, and she cleared her throat quickly.

enough for all others to gather, I’m told.” The elf crossed his arms. “Something big

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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 on its surface gave it

the royal smiths to work

was that stupid 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. “More than that, I had Elenore tap into her illegal enchanting operations

arrivals was not far behind the armor delivery. The bulk of them were common soldiers and spellcasters to better aid in garrisoning this fortress. Regardless of