Jackal Among Snakes

Anneliese looked up at the Alchemist as he toiled with Felipe’s bones in seemingly incomprehensible manners. When she’d first met this giant standing beside Argrave as he endured the worst pain of his life, she had been utterly afraid of him. He seemed unreadable, unfathomable, unknowable, and most of all unreasonable. Maybe there was still some truth to that. But the events of day passed showed that he wasn’t necessarily as monstrous as he presented himself to be.

Indeed, perhaps there was something mortal beneath that shell of his.

Argrave was absent, if only briefly. It was her and the Alchemist alone. But with his guarantee of safety, she dared ask, “Why do you pay attention to Onychinusa so much?”

The Alchemist did not pull his hands away from Felipe’s body, but a mouth opened on his elbow. “You presume wrongly that I speak overmuch because I have become open to dialogue. Begone.”

Anneliese’s search for emotions among the Alchemist was a fruitless one as ever. But her intuition did not fail her on this matter—she knew that the Alchemist was particularly interested in Onychinusa. “She’s been through much and more. Please do not make things worse on her by confusing her yet further. I do not wish to involve her in our struggle against Erlebnis. She has suffered enough at his hand.”

“I am not interested in puppets cut from strings,” the Alchemist scolded. “You overstep. Return to your bedmate.”

Anneliese was not entirely contented, but there was little good in jeopardizing what was promising to be a fruitful cooperation with the Alchemist. She turned and walked away, still mulling over this matter.

“Hold,” the Alchemist called out, and Anneliese turned around in surprise. He stepped away from Felipe’s corpse, coming to stand over her. “Your A-rank ascension. Describe it to me.”

Anneliese narrowed her eyes, shifting on her feet uncertainly. “It’s… called [Life Cycle],” she said hesitantly. “With it, I can absorb magic from a variety of sources. I take from any spells cast in the area or any enchantments I touch. In addition, my spells themselves are conduits that can take magic. Spells that strike my wards, for instance, replenish me.”

“And living things,” the Alchemist added.

Anneliese nodded. “Yes. And living things.”

“And does this place, this area… has it any relation to your power?” the Alchemist held his hand out and gestured to the mountains.

Anneliese nodded once more. “Yes. Argrave took me to the method, buried beneath these mountains. It was here I learned it from a man long ago dead.”

“Was Llewellen dead?” The Alchemist’s stare was colder than the grave.

Hearing that name, Anneliese blinked in surprise. “Yes, he was. He left his knowledge behind on a dwarven music box. I still have it, if you wish to hear it.”

“He failed, then.” The Alchemist turned, stepping back to Felipe’s corpse. “Pity.”

could not help but walk back toward the ancient creature. First, Emperor Balzat of the ancient elven

did you know him?” she

“Ask me no more, for I shall

this clam,”

head toward her. “Both you and that… elf, will be adrift for a long time without proper tutelage. Llewellen’s methods are as much a curse as they are a boon.” He turned back to Felipe’s skeleton. “Not

question she asked bred more. She didn’t think this matter was over.

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is. The Hall of Enchantment,” Elenore gestured grandly as she and Argrave stood near the entrance. “Artur will

stone was then used for construction elsewhere. The magic-infused stone here was incredibly easy to mold, and even easier to work magic into. If the place were enchanted, it improved the strength of

“But to

and then walked inside with Elenore, shadowed by his two royal guards. One was still reeling from the news of meeting with Veid, while the

it was worth it,” Elenore

earned what some might call ‘enlightenment.’ I call it long overdue.” Argrave conjured a bloody flame in his left hand, and Elenore

fire,” she said after she calmed. “Should

should be awed. This is the primary benefit of using blood magic as your ascension method. Anneliese can’t do this. Castro can’t

percent. Could be a lot… or a little. I suppose I’ll understand better if I spontaneously develop magical talent that I lacked all my

Argrave looked around at all that was waiting for him. What he saw was farbeyond his expectations. At the top, glowing like a second sun—or third, he supposed, given the fact this world had two already—was an

various portions throughout the whole hall. Entries to offices lined the wall top to bottom, where enchanters, theorists, and spellcasters traded off various artifacts, books, and scrolls. On the higher floors, he heard the clanging of steel as smiths worked to hammer

there are enough offices and rooms for thirty

“Thirty thousand?” Argrave repeated.

army,” Elenore said simply. “I doubt we’ll reach max capacity this decade—at present, I’m told not even a tenth are used. But we have it here just in case. They research diligently. When the time comes, they can switch to production. We can have enchanted arrows pumping out day and night—warding

the man diligently called over a stone platform to carry them. Argrave got

“While we’re on the way… that Mozzahr meeting? It’s

You’ll involve

there are some things I need to

at the knight-commander.

it best that we pick out patrons for all of

ahead

Argrave said, staring at her. “That’s against

glance, but when she saw he was staring returned