Vivi’s conversation with Osmian turned out far less productive than she’d hoped. Though a fiercely educated man, he was an academic belonging to a period of history long past, and imnse magical progress had been made in that ti. There was no substitute for the slow, inevitable accrual of knowledge; even titans like him would be left behind.
Mostly, he huffed and sputtered about how dinsional magic was ludicrous at its conceptual core, and she should dispense with that inane notion and consider what she’d seen from a different, more reasonable angle. That by itself wasn’t bad advice—she even humored him for a mont. But no. She knew what that fracture above Prismarche was, and what it ant.
Osmian had questions of his own, though mostly about the talents she had displayed during his Trials. Interestingly, he seed completely apathetic to world events and what had transpired in the many centuries since his death. Vivi had so strong suspicions why, especially combined with the fact he’d never discovered Lucorius’s fate despite having hosted several trial-takers. If she designed a soul-shard copy of herself whose only purpose was to pass on her inheritance, she would install plenty of safeguards too. Like not allowing that shade to grow ambitious or seek his freedom. That could go rather catastrophically in all sorts of imaginative ways. Though Osmian’s ghost presented strongly as a person, she didn’t think he was quite as whole—in many senses of that word—as he seed.
Beyond chalking up the encounter as an intriguing detour and not a total waste of ti because of that, she ca away with a more tangible benefit: she got permission from the archmage’s ghost to set a warp anchor in his office. Should she need to consult him, she could. He couldn’t help her in the sa manner as Aeris, since his lifespan was extraordinarily limited, but having the option in her back pocket was certainly a plus.
It also ant she had an easy way to visit the library whenever she wanted—or indeed, most of the Institute, since Osmian’s Door could manifest nearly anywhere.
And so, after concluding that interesting misadventure, she and Saffra returned to their library exploration as if nothing had happened. They collected a small pile of books containing all of the general information Vivi thought she might need, and she copied them and stored them away.
“Now the restricted floors,” Vivi said, the two of them taking a long spiral staircase up. “If you’re not allowed inside, I’ll sneak you in with [Invisibility].”
“Won’t they be able to detect that?”
“Not mine, they won’t.”
Well, probably. She couldn’t say that with total certainty, which was why she’d been careful with her spellcasting. But if it was the only way to ferry Saffra in, she would do so.
But the librarian she spoke to didn’t protest Vivi’s taking another person into the restricted archives. Not with Vivi’s credentials, and with her naming Saffra her apprentice. Perhaps that would change for higher floors, but not the first level—which was apparently limited to full Institute Magi, aning instructors or graduated students who’d gone on to formally align themselves with the academy. And others. No doubt anyone of middling importance or sufficient connections could enter this area. It held far from the most secret tos in the Institute’s possession.
Unlike the spacious, arena-like construction of the main floor, these shelves were smaller and fewer in number, more like a regular library rather than the awe-inspiring atrium below. Vivi and Saffra poked through the shelves together, though Saffra was far more intrigued than Vivi herself. Vivi found the experience interesting, yes, but she was disappointed in the quality of the tos. Even the spell designs that the Institute hid away for their full mbers were rather crude, apparently. She no longer felt certain that handing over the primitive instructional manuals to Saffra was a good idea—but she guessed the information within wasn’t wrong or harmful. Just not up to her standards. Better to have than not, she supposed.
Wrinkling her nose at a journal detailing a grossly inferior implentation of the seventh-tier spell [Earthrend], she found her thus-relaxed exploration of the library co to an end. Because Saffra ca rushing around a corner, a panicked expression on her face.
“Hide ,” she hissed. “Hide !”
For all her faults, Vivi didn’t have a tendency to freeze up. Not a tenth of a heartbeat passed before she had drawn mana, shaped it, and silently invoked an [Invisibility] spell. The catgirl, who’d dived for cover behind Vivi, blinked out of existence.
Just as soone else spun around the corner.
A young teenager wearing a student’s uniform. She was tall—for her age—wore her long blonde hair straight, and looked like she’d seen a ghost. The girl’s features were bony in a regal way, but what might have co off as elegant in another situation presented, thanks to the thinness of her fra, as gaunt instead.
She looked sick. In the way of soone who hadn’t been eating properly for months. Vivi was instantly concerned for the girl, whoever she might be, especially in combination with her expression, which reminded her of Aeris when Vivi had first showed up: pure panic and horror.
Blue eyes searched the hallway and failed to find their target, and the piercing, frantic gaze snapped to Vivi.
“Where did she go?” the girl demanded. “Where is she?”
Behind her, Vivi felt Saffra’s grip tighten on her robes, and her forehead press into her back. The girl was trembling. The last ti she’d seen Saffra in a similar state was imdiately following the encounter with the Morningstars, and that comparison, obviously, put her on high alert.
“Where is who?” she asked evenly.
The blonde girl stepped closer, eyes wide. She was breathing hard. “I know I saw her. I’m not crazy. Her hair was— but she— she can’t be here.” She took another step, and Vivi had to resist taking one back. “Who are you? And where did she go?”
Vivi returned the demands with stony silence and an unperturbed, bored expression. Though her pulse picked up internally, her body retained its stoicism. She watched the young woman for several long seconds, making it clear she wasn’t intimidated, then said, “And who might you be?”
The question seed to anger the girl—then, slowly, bring her back to reality. Her eyes flicked down Vivi’s body, and she seed to notice that Vivi wasn’t wearing a student’s uniform, nor was she even human. Clearly not a student here, as maybe she’d first assud in her flustered state.
Realization dawned slowly, and—with a clearly herculean effort—she forced shaky composure back. She took three steps away to create an acceptable distance between them.
Her mouth opened, then closed.
“I— I thought—” A hand rose to clutch at her head, and she slouched in on herself, the brief control crumbling.
Despite the adrenaline Vivi felt, she almost stepped forward in concern.
“I’m sorry for bothering you,” the girl mumbled. Then turned and fled.
Silence filled the shelves. Saffra stayed cowering behind Vivi, clutching the back of her robes. Eventually, Vivi dispelled the [Invisibility] and said, “I’m assuming that was a classmate of yours. Maybe we should’ve gone with a more thorough disguise after all.”
The attempt to break the tension fell flat. It took nearly ten seconds for Saffra to respond. When she did, it was a quiet mumble.
“Of course. She’s the only one who would recognize . The only one.”
Vivi had already held a suspicion about who that blonde girl was, but Saffra’s words all but confird it.
Saffra took a deep breath and separated herself from Vivi. “Sorry.” She didn’t et Vivi’s eyes. “That was dramatic.”
Vivi considered her apprentice. She wasn’t sure what to say. “Let’s go sit down for a mont.”
They found a reading alcove and sat. To say that Saffra looked miserable would be an understatent. She didn’t even seem to care that Vivi was watching her—or, more likely, was stewing in her thoughts so deeply that she might have forgotten she had company at all.
This, obviously, went beyond the unease that soone might feel being caught by one of her previous classmates. That had been Isabella Caldimore herself, the Duke’s daughter. Vivi couldn’t imagine what else would prompt this reaction besides Saffra coming face-to-face with the prior friend who had betrayed her.
“What happened?” Vivi asked. “Did you just bump into her? Or was it sothing more?”
Saffra startled at Vivi’s voice. After a second of staring wide-eyed at her, she shook herself. At least her voice sounded steadier than before. No longer as shaky. “Um. She saw , and I ran away.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.” Saffra hesitated. “Did she…look sick to you?”
Yes. Vivi had noticed that imdiately. There had been a gauntness to Isabella Caldimore’s features—not pronounced, but noticeable—that hadn’t seed healthy.
Before she could decide how to respond, Saffra was moving on.
“And why did she look at like that?” she muttered. “She’s the one who got …” A short silence, and then Vivi watched the girl visibly push the thoughts out of her mind. Squaring her jaw, she stood. “It doesn’t matter,” she announced, though there was a definite lack of conviction, however much she tried to muster it. “She doesn’t matter. Forget about her.”
Vivi had no idea if, as the so-called responsible adult in this situation, she was supposed to sit Saffra down and insist on an explanation. In the end, she didn’t have much choice, because Saffra stomped away. Shoulders squared, but her drooping cat tail telling the truth of her feelings. Vivi sighed and stood as well. She really wished she knew how to handle situations like these.
She still didn’t know what had happened between those two girls, but she was growing more suspicious by the day. Because with or without context, that was not how a two-faced bully would have reacted to her target returning to the Institute.
More and more, Vivi suspected there were two victims in this whole debacle.
***
Vivi wished her outing with Saffra could’ve ended on a positive note, but encountering Isabella had ruined any chance of that. While the girl did try to plaster on an unbothered mask, she was visibly distracted for the rest of the exploration, and Vivi ended the trip early. They could always co back later.
The event bumped the Caldimore situation up on her list of priorities, though at this point, finding out what had happened seed impossible without asking the individuals involved…aning the Caldimores, whose responses would be obvious, if she could even arrange a eting with one, or Saffra. And the latter could be disastrous. It was possible Saffra would be honest, but it also seed likely she would shut down—and maybe take offense at the investigation.
Thankfully, when she t with Rafael that evening, Vivi discovered there had been movent on the Caldimore front.
“Good and bad news,” he said. “The good: Duke Caldimore seems receptive to our token of apology.”
“Our bribe?”
“Our token of apology.” He gave her an amused but stern look. “The Caldimores do not accept bribes; that would be unscrupulous of such a respected family.”
If Vivi were in her previous body, her eyes would’ve rolled. Instead, she t Rafael’s gaze flatly, and his lips twitched, sensing her exasperation.
“The bad news is that the Duke insists on eting you.” He grimaced. “That’s natural, considering the circumstances. Of course he wants to put eyes on the foreign noble attempting to buy his forgiveness, despite my attempts to present you as a busy woman. He insisted that ‘it need not be a formal eting.’ The Duke has business at the Wardens’ Guildhall for the majority of the evening, apparently, and wants to make a quick greeting; he asks that you drop by.”
“I see. Why is that bad news?”
“It’s not catastrophic, but could this have been resolved without you two setting foot in the sa room, I would have wept with relief.”
“That’s theatrical.”
“Is it? Will you manage your temper, my lady? You are difficult to read at tis, but your dislike of the Caldimores is clear. To a surprising degree.” He raised an eyebrow. “And that seems to have only grown. You don’t frown often, I will point out.”
She was frowning? She realized she was. She sighed and explained.
“There was an incident earlier. Isabella Caldimore found my apprentice in the library and recognized her even through the illusion I’d put down. It was a minor ordeal. Isabella’s reaction made it clear—and I was already suspicious of this—that whatever happened, she herself is likely innocent. Or rather, it’s not as simple as her being a bully.” Saffra had strong judgnt when it ca to determining moral character, and the two had been friends; seeing Isabella’s strange reaction and sickly appearance was all but definitive proof that sothing was up, as far as Vivi cared. “That makes think whatever is happening, neither of them is to bla. Which leaves…”
She ant the words as a ‘gotcha’ of sorts, but Rafael replied smoothly, “A third party framing the Caldimore family for political gain?”
“I—what? How so?”
Rafael shrugged. “I could invent any number of theories, of varying plausibility. Point being, we know phenonally little about what truly happened, and assuming Duke Caldimore’s guilt simply because he—within his rights—threw a man in jail for slanderous insults—and the insults were quite bad, my lady, I looked into it myself—is a recipe for disaster. Did you know that this William of yours could have ended his sentence at any ti? Duke Caldimore rely demanded an earnest apology. I would call that lenient indeed, perhaps graciously so. You may not like hearing this, but the Duke has co off rather reasonable within the scope of these events.” He sighed. “If you et with Duke Caldimore, Lady Vivisari, I implore you to not escalate this from a possibly simple resolution—if one grating to your sensibilities—into a political disaster to make an embassy choke and keel over. I will admit that I find myself most alive when given problems to solve, but the imminent return of Vanguard and my resignation as Chief Guildmaster are complicated enough. Spare your humble steward; give a single week—seven days—to deal with those before we usher in the second era of Vanguard.”
Rafael was joking, she knew, or putting on a bit of a performance, but she recognized a kernel of earnestness to his words. He really did need a mont to organize his and Vanguard’s situation. This update is available on novｅlfire
She was still recovering from the offhand ntion of a possible ‘third party’, though. She hadn’t even considered it. ntally, she’d been blaming the Duke even before seeing Isabella, and so Isabella’s telling reaction had shifted a ntal ‘probably’ into a ‘definitely’. But Rafael was right. She couldn’t say anything for certain, and assuming might have horrible consequences.
“Point taken,” Vivi sighed, not happy about it, but seeing reason. “I promise I won’t escalate if I can help it. The situation is too delicate.”
“A fish can promise not to swim, my lady, but I fear such words are only half a reassurance. No offense ant; as your steward, I am rely aware of your proclivities and will attempt to mitigate them where I can.” He waved a hand. “This eting is inevitable, in any case. He made it clear, I was told, that he would not accept the bribe—”
“The token of gratitude.”
“The token of gratitude,” Rafael repeated dryly, “without eting Nysari Keresi first. So our hands are tied.” He leaned back, drumming his fingers on his armrest. “Thus, in preparation, there is material I should brief you on. The Caldimore history…and so rather concerning things I’ve learned during my inquiries into the Duke these past thirty-six hours.”
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