Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 666: Smoked and Hazed

“…long story short, he’s cutting a very persuasive figure on the stage.” A man quietly pinched small flakes of green leaves into a pipe, compressing it down with his thumb.

“You can’t worm any doubt in?” asked a female’s voice from nowhere in particular.

“I could try,” responded the man, brushing off a few flakes of green with his hand. He conjured flame from his hand, then set his pipe aflame. After inhaling deeply and blowing outward, he continued, “But he’s arranged things in such a way that anyone trying to sow doubt might get isolated from the rest, even killed, on suspicion of being an agent of Gerechtigkeit’s. I like you well enough, but I’m not willing to risk that much.”

“This is Gerechtigkeit’s fault,” said the woman’s voice with conviction. “People wouldn’t cling to Argrave so readily if he hadn’t been so overtly destructive. Things are weakened, brittle. I guess it’s been more than enough time for rot to take hold.”

“But he was overtly destructive, and the gods are clinging to Argrave.” The man blew an O from his mouth, and it drifted upward toward the night sky. “Only a matter of time before they start searching. And I can almost guarantee you they’ll start finding. All this reminds me of the old days… only worse. Or better, depending on the perspective you’re taking.”

“They’ve been talking to me about him,” the voice continued. “They’re all but saying they want me to do something.”

“Oh yeah?” The man laughed. “I guess everyone’s a bit spooked. Only question is—what do you want to do?”

There was a long silence as the man sat beneath the night sky, casually puffing on his pipe and blowing O’s and wisping trails of smoke up into the air. No answer came for the longest time.

“Go back in,” the voice answered, a trace of defeat on her tone. “Help him. Ingratiate yourself with his inner circle. Arrange an in-person meeting, far outside Law’s Court.”

“Gerechtigkeit’s always paying attention,” he reminded her, balancing the pipe on his finger. “You’re a bit of a homebody, these days. You could get jumped.”

“I’m still who I was,” she disagreed. “And he’s not half-bad himself.”

The man laughed, smoke puffing out from his nose in wispy bursts. “He’s no dragon.”

“I am,” she reminded him. “However this shakes out, I want our first encounter to be on my terms.”

“Seems to me the boy-king will want much the same.” The man emptied his pipe onto the ground, then pulled out a case. He briefly cleaned it out with a cloth, then put it into a form-fitting mold inside the case. He stuffed it back into his pocket. “But I’m good at what I do.”

“I know,” she said, though there was a trace of bitterness in her kind tone. “Take care.”

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part of being a politician—avoiding answering questions without seeming

largely the public-facing figure, leaving the more complex issues that required actual managerial talent to Elenore. This, then, was the arena he shined in: foreign relations. These interviewers were quite ferocious, seeing as a great many of them had been doing this

gods couldn't ask specific enough questions to extract an answer before someone else came along and changed the line of questioning. At least… he thought

details. He was relieved when the interrogator spent his allotted time, and another rose up to take their place—yet already, a

seamlessly transitioned to another line of questioning—Sophia, and her role in things. It was a very uncomfortable line of questioning, because somehow, they’d all caught on that Argrave cared for the girl rather

whole fiasco began. Argrave leaned heavily on the fact that Sophia was being targeted by Gerechtigkeit to avoid

A god in mortal image, wearing a hefty coat and brandishing a pipe billowing a sweet-smelling smoke, walked up before Argrave

story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the

Argrave asked, ignorant of this

his pipe deeply. When next he spoke, smoke billowed from his mouth and nose. “God of politics. You’ve met a

reason that

of some kind, looking at Anneliese to steel himself. She

question of character. What do you intend to gain by establishing yourself as the leader of the Blackgard

then answered cautiously, “The means to end the cycle of judgment. The means to protect people from what Gerechtigkeit is

his arms out.

as Jaray inhaled his pipe deeply.

his nose, and it wreathed about his face. “It’s

some time as he stared down Jaray. Before he could say something, however, Jaray spoke

tell you, people.” Jaray, instead of facing Argrave, turned around. “There’s been a huge problem with this interrogation today. That

watching this man as he walked

sold your own heart to a monstrosity so that you could cure a man of his sickly body? A monster that

nothing, before

to the crowd. “After having experienced this world the countless number of times that he has, I mention that to demonstrate there still remains boundless compassion in Argrave’s heart. I could tell

it true, Argrave, that you went into

this deity knew all of

the stage, asking commandingly, “Is it true, Argrave, that you secured the means to prevent the Shadowlanders from attacking

Argrave confirmed again, still fearing there was a trap