Jackal Among Snakes

“Mr. Knight is…” Sophia looked at the doll. He saw some tears welling up in those red eyes of hers—and for the first time, Argrave thought it might not be out of simple fear of punishment. “He’s not mine.”

Argrave nodded understandingly. “Then… your brother’s?”

Sophia looked at him in utter fear. “I don’t have a…” she trailed off, her words failing her. Afterward, she became despondent.

“I’ve heard some things that go against that. It’s okay—I’m not like those other people.”

Sophia shook her head quickly. “I don’t… you can’t find out. Mr. Butler, he talked about, and…” she shuddered. “You can’t get hurt. Getting hurt… hurts.”

Looks like King Norman’s rules didn’t exclude the princess. She’s been drilled to forget her brother, no doubt. I shouldn’t be surprised.

Argrave looked around. The things missing—the lighter spot on the wall where a painting might’ve been, the empty side of the open wardrobe, the unused section of the dresser, and Mr. Knight… that little doll must’ve been the only thing that she had managed to keep of her brother’s. It was a small wonder she guarded it so fiercely. If they were sharing a room, they may have been twins. From Argrave’s knowledge, twins were especially attached to one another.

“I have to go, princess,” Argrave said, rising to his feet. “But there’s going to be a maid coming soon. She’ll tell you that you’re to have lunch with your father. Remember to keep your head up no matter how scary she gets, because she’s a really nasty lady. Can you do that for me?”

“Okay,” she nodded.

Argrave cast [Chameleon] and vanished. Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise and she looked around as though her mind was blown. “Sir Ghost? Come back,” she whispered out loud.

When the knock came, Sophia hid Mr. Knight once again, and Argrave slipped out when the maid opened the door.

I’ll be back, Sophia, rest assured. I need to see what happens to you during the loop. But first, I need to figure some things out about your brother.

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Argrave returned to the underground cellar where the Flayer Knight barracks were. While there, he better explored the place to locate entrances and exits. One led directly into the castle, while a few others appeared throughout the city in various abandoned buildings. The barracks themselves had about five hundred knights. They were quite an impressive force by Argrave’s eyes, but they were nothing compared to the king himself.

Argrave entered the cell containing the whimpering prisoner, then cut off sound with a ward and sight with an illusion spell. He conjured light, frightening the man greatly. Then, he healed what wounds could be healed with magic and revealed himself.

The man, frightened, tried to crawl away from Argrave. “Who are you? What is this? What did you do to me?”

“I healed your wounds,” Argrave explained. He was going to sit in the chair, but feared that might evoke some of the man’s trauma. He sat on the floor instead, ignoring the unpleasant sensation. “I’m a spy from a neighboring region, you see. And my efforts led me to you.”

“A spy?” The man studied his body in total confusion. “Did you drug me? I can’t feel… no. I can feel. I’m not bleeding, anymore,” he said, disbelievingly.

Argrave asked point-blank. “I can help with

can’t get me out of here,” the man shook his head.

smiled. “Called me his darling, the creepy bastard. Yet here I

again and again.

“So you can wait to be tortured, or we can get caught, whereupon you’ll still be tortured.

“I’ll be damned… you make

“Who are you?”

sister runs a market stall in the city,” the man answered, but his chains jingled. “My throat… have

drank it without delay. “So, you were the butler

exhaled. “You spoke to the princess? By the heavens…” he sighed deeply, hanging his head. “I was trying to explain to my lady why she couldn’t… why she couldn’t speak to the prince, anymore. Why he was gone. One of the servants informed on me.” The man laughed. “That’s the true danger. The doubt the king plants, the mistrust, in

what did happen to

within him. He was always powerful, yet never as powerful as he’s become now. And it’s because he sacrificed the prince, put a hex over this whole land. He

been appropriated; report any instances

hand as he thought. “Alright. I lied—four questions, and then you’re out. If I free you… can you help me investigate what’s ensnaring this land? Can you help me break

staring at the dank dungeon floor. “It seems to me I’m dead no matter what choice I take. So…

them free with simple wind magic. The butler looked so bewildered, like he’d never seen

get

“Bogart,” he answered.

a very butler-esque name, Argrave

and Bogart escaped the cellar. The man’s trembling was so severe that Argrave thought the people might hear his teeth chatter. When the man once again saw the suns above and felt the grass beneath his feet, he fell to his knees and seemed liable to praise the sky. A stern reminder that they weren’t exactly safe in the heart of the city

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more about this sacrifice,”

like being in the open, but Bogart didn’t trust that there was anyone or anywhere they might

lightly, making the man flinch. “Oh, the… that’s right.” He turned around. “I… why don’t we talk more once we return to wherever you’re from?

kingsman… we’re really quite similar. I saved you because you can help me. I can return you much the same way if

He clutched his head. “But you’ll help

the man jumped back in fear. “Just

of the community—the silver-tongued priestess, Sandelabara’s mayor, the elder, and

happened?” Argrave

the king. But he, and the three still alive, became obsessed with what these foreigners offered. The king was always… somewhat insane, yet unstoppable. Few had the power to disobey him and his knights, yet he

think

a bit of time, and the lives of my children.’ He repeated that constantly, like a

implications of that.