Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave felt a brief sense of the totality of Vasquer’s perception extending deep into the mountains and the depths below. He could see the cavern which Anneliese had retrieved her A-rank ascension, and could see the marble city below that. Nothing stirred in their streets, and beyond a certain point, the sense of vision ended. Even as he viewed this for a few moments, his head began to throb.

Argrave pulled his hand away from Vasquer and brought it to his head to tame the pain. This had been his primary purpose in coming here—ensuring that the depths were watched even without active management. Now, if anything were to arise, Vasquer could bring the issue before Elenore and the army mounting outside the city. He intended for Blackgard to be the most well-defended portion of the kingdom.

Beyond that, Argrave had come here with many questions—large questions—but they were questions that no one would truly have the answer to save Gerechtigkeit himself. Just because Vasquer had endured one of the cycles of judgment did not mean that she knew all of the answers. Even Argrave himself only knew so much even with the complete access and repeatability granted by Heroes of Berendar.

Whether he asked where divinity might manifest, or whether Gerechtigkeit himself might manifest where Argrave remembered, Vasquer offered no answer beyond guesswork. Argrave knew where certain gods would appear on the continent… but that had been in Heroes of Berendar, of course. Experience had proven that this logic might be tossed to the wind. Still, the ancient snake’s insights did solidify some of the things Argrave thought to be true.

He was certain that Gerechtigkeit would manifest here. But beyond that, all else of what he knew about the coming troubles could be tossed to the wayside, to be recreated against from the ground up.

Argrave looked at Orion. “Do you want some more time?”

The prince lowered his hand from the snake’s scales and shook his head. “I can move when you wish, Your Majesty.”

Argrave was about to walk away, but he stopped. Some of the things that he’d been grappling with surfaced in his head—the constant drive forward, the confidence, the strange and active person he’d become. Anneliese had been discussing this with him in length, but… he found he sought another’s opinion. One who could see all of what lay inside his head, not some.

With this in mind, Argrave touched Vasquer once again, baring himself utterly. Instead of reassurance and comfort—the constant from this matriarch of theirs—what came to him was amusement. A memory came to him. It was a time in the distant past, when a man with a marked resemblance to Argrave faltered because he felt unfamiliar confidence. Finally, when he embraced it, his failings turned to success. There was a large difference between earned confidence and unearned confidence.

With the comparison made between himself and a hero of legend, Argrave felt strange. He pulled his hand away and turned around.

“I guess it’s time to get going.”

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magic—a power undoubtedly to be unleashed on the surface in short order, given they’d found a helmet belonging to the Ebon Cult. As befitted the mid-game magic, it already demonstrated its ability

before he answered his own question

of Vei—” Anneliese trailed off, her

never melted. Far from evoking déjà vu, it evoked shock; half of this seemingly indomitable wall of ice was toppled. Nothing around suggested what might have caused this massive bit

had been halting for

There had been a patrol of footmen on the

Argrave said with a small smile, looking upon this force

for tensions to calm somewhat before speaking… but when his plans were

Wind, a white dragon with blue eyes, clung to the wall, peering down at them. He wasn’t quite sure if

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thing. They were taken inside the city in short order, ignoring most ceremony or security. They entered the ancient stone city of Veiden, the capital of

bony, and bald, the S-rank spellcaster was much more wizened than

Veidimen where tribal chiefs once met. Now, it was the home to Patriarch Dras. They’d asked, but he wasn’t here—the man liked to travel frequently, touring his vast icy land. This palace was carved stone, all of it, heavy and gray and solemn. Rowe was

gaze settled upon Rowe. “Your

Rowe narrowed his

break down that

groaned in displeasure. “Galamon did

Last I checked he was just a

they seemed colder than ice. “Do you think an

did break. And Galamon broke it?” Anneliese stepped around, alight

fought with more strength than I’ve ever seen anyone possess. In the end, they ended up on the wall. Galamon’s finishing blow put an end to the monster. It also put an end to a fortification that’s guarded this city for