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.”

Dimocles from their conversation. The

bad is it?”

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 I have never seen, let alone heard of.” She kept a strong face because

indeed he’s

not making a personal showing whatsoever. His emissaries are the sole reapers, and there is much sewn for them 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 that boundless strength pooling within you upon its use, do you recall? They

tight. Seeing her grounded him, softened him, and made him lapse back into rationality. That was all he needed now—rationality. Anything for an opening, a way

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

here.” Anneliese shook her head. 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

read the Alchemist, either,” Argrave pointed out. “And their abilities are similar. Similar, yet different. [Polymorphism], that A-rank ascension… I know its ins and outs.”

My A-rank

to pressure me out of it, but I didn’t listen,”

smallest of

Feudalism… I knew I couldn’t let a powerful god get a foothold on Berendar. I just… I thought I had more time.” He let out a deep sigh.

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

stronger. But one on one? Kirel might be stronger, fully manifested. And he has his Qircassian Coalition. That’s

through her long 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 was

dividing things into an orderly chart within his

asked, “Anneliese… no matter what choice I make… you’ll be with

will die with you, Argrave.” Her eyes, once nervous and unsteady, were immediately steadfast. “I will advise, disagree… but

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

dispelled the ward, letting Dimocles back into the conversation.

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