Jackal Among Snakes

Though Dimocles offered his hand to close the deal, Argrave did not move to take it. They persisted in awkward silence for moments, seconds stretching into minutes.

“Do I have something on my hand?” Dimocles pulled it back, studying it with his blue-green eyes.

“You say you know so much about me,” Argrave spoke past him, staring down Dimocles. “Do you think I’m someone who likes to look good, or be good?”

Dimocles lowered his hand, returning Argrave’s gaze. “I’m thinking you look rather like you want to hit me.”

Argrave ground his teeth. “Your words, not mine. That’s been the case most of this conversation, looking back.”

“Well…” Dimocles’ face went cold, some of its perennial artificial warmth fading. “You should know that you’re not the only one with the Blessing of Supersession. And unlike you, I’ve been at A-rank for quite some time.”

Argrave’s hot blood grew a little colder. “So, the veneer of friendliness goes away?”

“I would just hate for you to make a mistake,” Dimocles answered back. “This isn’t a game that forgives mistakes, Argrave. And when a king errs, it’s his subjects that suffer.” His eyes wandered to Anneliese. “Your queen—she’s going to make some critical observations. Namely, that the emissaries are no longer bound to the shrines as they used to be. And that the Lord can personally manifest in this realm. With those two facts at hand, you should know that the Lord is… emotionally compelled to keep you alive. The same cannot be said for those near you.”

A deep-seated rage almost made Argrave make the mistake Dimocles was warning against. The thought of his closest companions being hunted by the monstrous emissaries made him nauseous. Perhaps that was precisely the point. He’d grown desensitized to personal danger, but regarding others? Perhaps Erlebnis did have a better grasp on Argrave’s psychology than he gave the god credit for.

Anneliese grabbed Argrave’s arm, drawing him from his stupor. He saw her Starsparrow sitting atop the ward he’d conjured, locked outside.

When he looked at her face, he somewhat knew the answer she’d give. Nonetheless, she provided it, saying, “The elven gods are fleeing from… a swarm of Erlebnis’ emissaries. They rain down S-rank spells endlessly. It…” she swallowed her despair, but it had already seeped through. “They seem to be retreating capably, but… and the elven armies…”

He turned his head to Dimocles, who smiled like a customer service representative even now. He asked Anneliese quietly, “Block him out.”

dividing Dimocles from their conversation. The man didn’t look

it?”

down S-rank spells, Argrave. You saw Mateth, the destruction from Castro’s spell… he may be a special case, someone who is especially powerful, but that matters not. They destroy. They tear up the land with their magic—spells

been here far longer than Erlebnis, if indeed he’s breached through in this area. Even still, he died to the elven gods all the same. Erlebnis can

to harvest. Regardless of if their bodies are weak or strong, they have the Blessing of Supersession just as you do. You told me of

at her amber eyes, his jaw shut tight. Seeing her grounded him, softened him, and made him lapse back into rationality. That was all he needed now—rationality. Anything for

looked to the side, where everyone else stood. Nikoletta, Duke Enrico, Orion, Mina, Vasilisa, Artur—they all watched with concern, while the Veidimen stood guarded. That was who Dimocles threatened. “I knew all the way back at the start of this. I knew to stay away from the ancient gods. I knew. I knew that nothing good would come of flaunting my knowledge. Now Erlebnis knows

She almost reached out to comfort him, but their position between all parties made her hesitate. “And I… I should be saying ‘god damn it,’ you fool. I cannot

similar. Similar, yet different. [Polymorphism], that A-rank ascension… I know its ins and outs.” He sighed. “Do you remember why

is my fault. My A-rank

pressure me into anything. You tried to pressure me out of it, but I didn’t

smallest

knew I couldn’t let a powerful god get a foothold on

cut in. “As I said, the elven gods have managed a retreat. They are not slaughtered,” she pointed out. “They persist, even if on the run. I

“His emissaries are definitely stronger. But one on one? Kirel might be stronger, fully manifested. And he has his Qircassian

white hair, falling back into the habit of braiding it. “Even if it is true, the deal hinges on Erlebnis’ support. Even if Erlebnis truly does expect nothing from you, he would increase your reliance on him. Kirel Qircassia’s ‘friendship’ hinges on Erlebnis’ presence. The exiled elves—if indeed that

things into an

asked, “Anneliese… no matter what choice

and unsteady, were immediately steadfast. “I will

faded as he reminded himself of his responsibility. “Same here, little lady.” He looked

Dimocles back into

to do is nothing, Argrave,” Dimocles reminded him. “Take a stroll home. Bask in the changing kingdom, sit on your throne… the lord has done you a huge favor, ridding you of a headache. Though this may hurt to hear, there’s no shame in getting some help from a friend who loves you dearly. Being too proud for charity is a bad thing. When you’re sick, or down