We walked into the massive hall to take our places. This ti around, it was our side that walked around wearing annoying smirks, and the nobles looked confused. Even those not in the know could see the change of atmosphere as we arrived—tired and still slightly beaten up, but happy nonetheless. From their perspective, I imagined everything was going well until they arrived just now and saw so sour expressions on people from their side.
As everyone sat down, the crosier hit the floor, and a loud bell announced the beginning of the proceedings.
“Would anyone like to make andnts to their proposals?” asked the Pope, to which both sides stayed silent.
After a few more questions and an invitation to debate, the eting moved into voting once again. And this ti it was a humiliating defeat for the other side. Once the Linser family of the cursed girl got wind that the noble faction wouldn’t have control over the whole new Shadow Gallery, they voted for our proposition.
It wasn’t much of a change, but we gained an ally who betrayed the Riswalts. The Brazilian church also withheld its vote once again. The most significant change, of course, was the elves and the Aquientie, who finally voted for us. Their factions would probably still reorganize, since that betrayal was widely seen as such, but that would also depend on our response.
But the best part—at least the one I enjoyed the most—was the Riswalt vote. Watching the man get up and, with the most sour expression imaginable, announce that he sees the logic in our side’s proposal and couldn’t, in good conscience, cast a vote was one of the best shows I had seen. I almost wished I had sothing to record it, but then again, with an Intelligence attribute as high as mine, my mory was excellent: the light twitch of the eye, the tensed muscles, and the shaky voice were all etched into my mind.
Once the voting was done, the victory was apparent. The church and, most of all, their noble counterparts were stunned. Even the Pope gave his human-world counterpart a panicked look, but there was nothing they could have done.
“Now the real show begins,” Q’Shar said with a smile.
I didn’t understand much of that, considering political discussions were as exciting as watching the grass grow—unless they were the screaming-insults kind—but judging by the state of the other side, that wouldn’t happen. So, shrugging, I sat down in my chair and listened with half-interest.
What followed was a discussion of the andnts to be written into the law—basically tightening the details once the basic draft was passed, to my surprise.
The first to be discussed and tightened was the sharing of knowledge with the mortal world. It was categorised into basic, advanced, expert, and two additional categories: forbidden and crucial to the mundane world. The first three were easy to understand, and, for the most part, the price to pay for them was established—the knowledge given in exchange for the contribution soone made as an exorcist.
The forbidden knowledge was our edge over the mundane world. So, counter-cursing, mind and soul magic fell into that category, with mind magic having the highest priority, in case so leaders needed a slight ntal adjustnt or needed their thoughts read. Curses and soul magic were in the sa category. They were very hard to deal with without the proper know-how. Punishnts for letting that knowledge leak were also put in place. Of course, it was impossible to completely prevent the magic from leaking—with demons, gods, and artifacts granting it without our control—but dealing with that was the point of the exorcists’ guild. Once a vast network trusted by the public was established, anyone wanting to learn what was happening or how to use any magic they had learned would have to co to us. Any attempts at doing the sa by the governnts were to be shot down and sabotaged, considering that they wouldn’t be able to tell a suicidal or flawed technique from a proper one for so ti.
And finally, the crucial knowledge was made illegal to distribute without being sealed under soul contracts and chirographs, allowing control over who’s in the know. The goal was to have an established organisation controlling mages and the flow of information before any governnt knew what was going on. Once everything magical in the mundane world was tagged to us, with strong talent scouting, we should be able to grasp the power.
Next on the agenda was the organisation of it all. And to my surprise, Q’Shar actually gave quite a few concessions to both the noble and the Church sides when discussing the details, not to ntion other cat organisations. Churches still got their share of the pie, having their vast organisational and administrative networks tied to the guild. Of course, the cats did the sa, effectively tying themselves to the given branches once they were established.
During the discussion of interactions with the mortal world, nobles were also granted power, allowing them to represent many branches alongside cats, since they were most attuned to the business side of things.
Once another break was called, I gave Q’Shar a questioning look.
“Why give them so much power?” I asked, confused.
The cat just smiled at , clearly sure of himself.
“Is that what you think happened?”
I rolled my eyes at his mysterious deanor.
“Oh, do please explain to your maneuvers, oh feline one.”
“Even if we pushed through discriminatory laws, they would be challenged or ignored. Like with Prohibition, all it did was grow the mafia. In politics, it’s not always good to beat down the other side even if you have a chance. Churches have too much presence in the mortal world not to get involved, and nobles are too proud to step down from the political ga. They would do that anyway, but now, all of the voting was steered by us, so it looked like it was us taking care of their interests. They have us to thank… at least on paper.” He then looked at . “And in the end, we are on the sa side.”
“Really? The common good?”
Q’Shar smiled and gave Ophelia a questioning look. My apprentice knit her brows, clearly thinking about sothing.
“You insisted on choosing specific people within Fruntarii, the church, and nobles. Is it about them?” She asked after a second of consideration.
“Yep,” the cat confird proudly. “Those I pointed to are all from smaller groups within the factions. Take the cat council, for example. They practically nuked their neutral image, and many aren't happy about that. All the cats I appointed are from the opposition to the council. The sa goes for the rest. The main bodies within all those factions can either give power to their opposition or, most likely, they’ll isolate them further. But they don't have to worry; there will be a faction waiting with open arms to help them.” Q’Shar’s smile widened even further. “You can’t just beat down your opponents because then you’ll beco the common enemy to rally against. It's called divide and conquer for a reason. We need to divide first.”
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“Yeah, that's more like you.” I nodded happily.
After the break, Q’Shar secured the leadership of the Brazilian exorcist branch for the priest and the cat who withheld their votes, receiving a few secret nods in return.
All the discussions were preliminary, and the next part would be where lawmakers would step in and turn all that was discussed into proper laws for further refinent. Still, the scaffolding was there, and it was all to the cat’s plan—and he now walked around with his tail so high it almost scraped the ceiling.
And with the vote over, the real sabbath for also ended. What ca now were smaller votes and adjustnts. Boring stuff that needed to be sat through. Finally, during the last break, as the day’s eting was coming to a late end, we were approached by the Aquientie and the elven delegations, asking for a word.
I looked at the cat. After long hours spent with the Eldritch song trying to lull to sleep, I was leaving all decisions to him. I just wanted to go to sleep at this point. After a quick consideration, the cat nodded, agreeing to the eting.
We went to a specially prepared room to the side, and we all sat down. I had to say, I was also curious about the solution to the situation. On one side, I was aware of the problem the Aquientie were put in alongside the elves. But on the other, it was true they betrayed us.
From what I understood of the politics, the problem was the vote they had pledged at the beginning. Pledging technically didn’t have any formal power before it was officially cast, but in the mages’ culture, not upholding the pledge was looked down on, to say the least. Withholding a vote like that was one thing, but casting it for the exact opposite proposition was considered a massive taboo.
We were in a strange spot there: we needed to show strength and punish them for the betrayal, but at the sa ti, I wasn’t that angry. The turnaround let us grab Riswalt by the balls, which was fun to watch, and I would pay a pretty penny for a good show like that.
“We would like to start this eting by apologising for the betrayal and inability to uphold the pledge given,” the head of Aquientie started.
What followed were short speeches from both representatives, apologising and invoking their ancestors’ ties to ours, and the long history of our families, clans, and species together. Overall, it was a template speech I didn’t care much for—a formality to be done and over with. Once both apologies had been heard, the real talk began.
“I speak here for my backer,” Q’Shar started, seeing as I wasn’t going to get in on this. “You understand that a price for betrayal must be paid.”
“We—we only ask you to take our situation into consideration.”
“A situation your own weakness put you in,” Q’Shar said, his voice firm but lacking any spite. “You understand the way of the Third Chamber. You got outplayed by your enemy. You must suffer the consequences. You accepted our helping hand, and that also must be paid for.”
I looked to the side and saw the servants listening intently. I also noticed that so outsiders were present. Most likely the cat’s spies, put in place to tell the rest how this was handled.
“We understand.” This ti, it was the elven representative who spoke. “To drink the liquor with the allies of Arachne and pour her venom only in the cups of her enemies is the way. We were prepared to give you artefacts, our knowledge. But…” The woman hesitated. “We believe we have sothing to satisfy you and sate your anger,” she finished in a ceremonial tone.
I got curious about the knowledge they talked about, almost telling them that whatever grimoire I didn’t have in my collection would be good, but then stopped, my mouth half-open. The Aquientie man pulled out a wooden box with a seal etched into the lid. But even though the seal was powerful, most likely made by a powerhouse of old, the particular, squirming energy was still leaking its aura. Although I’m pretty sure I was the only one who felt it.
“My ancestor fought in the War of Tears,” the Aquientie representative started, placing the box on the table between us. “We were a noble house, but our magic was closer to the one used by dark wizards, so we were always on the line between the two factions. When your grandfather cracked the sky over the Isle of Atlas, my ancestors were closer to the nobles and were late to pull out. Even though they survived, they were among those who spent the rest of their lives experiencing visions and other… symptoms.”
I nodded slowly.
“One of my ancestors, in particular, suffered the most. Once back, he said he was lost in a strange land where he t the love of his life and two falconers. He spoke… well, gibberish. And since then, his obsessions grew. It consud him until he finally went to your family seeking sothing—so text he needed to read. He ca back after a few years, tattered and on the verge of insanity, unable to tell us what happened. From the bits and pieces we heard, he tried to break into your family’s vault, and strangely, he did… in a sense. I’m not sure how or why, or if he was let in, but he ca back carrying a piece of a torn page.”
Now I was fully curious about what was in this box.
“Our vault has a powerful arcane lock using mana, so we didn’t touch it for quite so ti. Only now did we go in and go through everything locked there, and found this box and a journal that ntioned the story. We initially wanted to use this to forge the saint-protection pact, but…”
“The other elves blocked it.” The elven woman finished.
He nodded to her words and then inserted a runic key, twisting it in the lock. The chanism clicked, and the lid popped open. Once it did, he turned the box in my direction, his movents hesitant.
“We don’t know if that’s enough, but we hope that—”
“Yeah, we’re good,” I interrupted before the cat could negotiate anything.
Q’Shar sent an annoyed look. “Are you sure?” He spoke slowly, enunciating each word. “That is just a small piece of paper. What if—”
I raised my brows and looked back at the torn page, then read the small excerpt still fully visible.
“Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies.
But stranger still is—”
“Stop!” Q’Shar shouted.
I could see everyone was really uncomfortable, their frowns aid at . This wasn’t in the Eldritch tongue. All the words were in English. Although, weirdly enough, I had to use both tongues to speak them. There was no magic. No energy flowed, but everyone was clearly on edge.
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure it’s enough,” I said with a wide smile, closing the box.
It was an excerpt from a lost play—one of my family's missing artefacts, alongside the Mask. I was shaking with excitent. Even if it was a torn piece, as long as you ca into contact with it, the rest had a strange way of finding you, whether you liked it or not.
“Good call,” I said as I stuffed the box into my pouch. “Had you kept it longer, you might have brought down a tragedy on yourself.”
“We almost did,” the elven woman said.
The rest of the eting finished quickly, as I sat there happy about the find. We still had a eting with the Egyptian delegation about the mansion plans, but that was practically it for the sabbath. The next few days would be just a series of boring legal proceedings and the fine-tuning of the law.
Everything was going well. We got the Riswalts on the back foot, passed our proposal, and now I've got a pie in the sky in the form of my family’s legacy, or at least a part of it. Now I could just relax for the last part and sleep through the legal talk, or make plans for what to do once back.
I was so deep in thought, planning what to do after the sabbath officially ended, that it took a while to register a massive explosion that shook the entire underground.
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