Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner Chapter 662: A king’s affirmation

Hours had passed and after Ares and Shade settled, Noah realized there was no more imdiate threat.

The pass was quiet the way that places went quiet after they had been used for sothing serious, the silence having a different texture from ordinary silence, heavier, carrying the mory of what had filled it recently. The wounded had been moved to the dical section. The dead had been moved sowhere else. The knights who could still stand were standing and the ones who could not were sitting and nobody was talking very much because talking required energy that most of them had already spent.

Noah stood at the field’s edge and thought about the hamr in his hand.

Then he thought about the armor.

He thought it away.

That was how it worked, the sa way every system interaction worked, a thought with intention behind it, and the E.N.D armor dissolved from his body in the reverse order it had assembled, the pauldrons first, the chest piece last, the dragon heart’s passive heat fading as the piece left his torso with the quality of warmth leaving a room when the fire goes out. The void energy channels went dark. The purple-black of the plating disappeared. And Noah was standing in what remained of his shirt and his training clothes with Egor’s hamr in his hand and the dawn light finding him looking exactly like what he was, which was a nineteen year old who had been in several consecutive fights and had not slept.

Gorrauth’s sword he returned to void storage.

The hamr he kept.

Pip found him thirty seconds later with the speed of soone who had been watching for the mont Noah stopped moving and had been ready to close the distance since before it arrived.

"Right," Pip said, coming to a stop in front of him. "We are going to talk about this."

"About what," Noah said.

Pip pointed at where the armor had been. Then at the hamr. Then at the general space Noah occupied. "About all of that. About the armor that appeared on your body in the middle of a fight with sothing that should have killed you. About the sword that was Gorrauth’s sword, which I know because I was there in the gate and I watched you touch a glowing orb thing and it disappeared and everyone assud you just got a bad draw from the blessed item situation." He paused. "That orb was a dragon heart."

"Yes," Noah said.

"And sohow between touching it and tonight it beca an armor."

"Yes."

"That just happened."

"Yes."

Pip stared at him.

Nami appeared at Pip’s shoulder, her knives sheathed, her braid undone from the flight and not yet redone, and she looked at Noah with the expression she wore when she had arrived at a conclusion and was giving him the opportunity to get there himself before she said it out loud.

"It just happened," Pip repeated. He said it the way you said sothing when the saying of it was ant to demonstrate how inadequate it was. "You touched a dragon heart in a gate chamber, it vanished, you went off into a forest with Egor to fight a creature that was tearing through a battlefield of trained knights, and you ca back wearing a mysterious armor set and carrying a warden’s weapon and Egor’s hamr." He looked at Noah with genuine helpless exasperation. "Burt. That does not just happen."

"I know," Noah said.

"Do you?" Pip said. "Because you are standing there like a man describing the weather. Oh it rained. Oh I grew a suit of dragon scale armor in the middle of combat. Oh the most senior knight in the kingdom handed his blessed weapon because apparently it answers to now."

"Render answers to whoever can actually use it," Noah said. "Egor was injured."

"That is not the point I am making!" Pip’s voice climbed for a mont and he brought it back down with visible effort, looking around to confirm nobody was close enough to hear. "Do you understand what you did today? Not just the armor. Not just the fight with whatever that four horned thing was. You held your own with Egor. Egor. The man who is said to be the only black knight this kingdom has produced in a generation. And you were matching him."

"I was not matching him," Noah said honestly. "He was carrying a hole in his chest the whole ti and did not tell ."

"That sohow makes it worse!" Pip pressed both hands over his face briefly. "Did you kiss a genie? Did you give away your life to a god? Because I am genuinely trying to understand the economy of blessings that has produced you and I cannot find the math."

Nami made a sound that was not quite a laugh.

Pip lowered his hands. "She’s laughing. This is funny to her. An entire battlefield full of knights and instructors and war veterans and the person who changed the outco today is the boy who was serving drinks in a tavern so months ago and she finds it funny."

"I don’t find it funny," Nami said. She looked at Noah. "I find it...I don’t know,"

Noah looked at her.

She looked back at him with the expression that said she ant it as the thing it sounded like and not sothing else.

Pip looked between them, clocked the exchange, filed it in his growing folder of things about these two that he had decided not to address directly, and moved on.

"What was it," Pip said, more quietly now, the performance of exasperation settling into sothing genuine. "That thing with the four horns. And the ones and twos on the field. What were they."

Noah looked at the field. At the craters. At the places where one horns had gone down and left their marks on the earth before they went.

"I don’t know what to call them in a way that would an anything to you," he said. "They are not beasts. They are not dragons. They co from sowhere else and they are intelligent and they heal faster than anything you have ever fought and the only way to put them down is the head and the chest with everything you have and even then it takes ti." He looked at Pip. "The ones today were the smaller variants. The four horn was the problem."

"The four horn," Pip said. "Which you fought alone."

"Egor was there for most of it."

"And then Egor had a hole in his chest and you continued alone."

"Yes."

Pip was quiet for a mont. Then he looked at the mountain where the missing section of ridge was visible against the morning sky.

"I saw that from the air," Pip said. "That ridge. That was your fight."

"Yes."

Another quiet.

"Okay," Pip said. He said it the way he said things when he had decided to put sothing in the folder and move forward. "Okay."

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The summons ca an hour later through Ser Cott, delivered with the brisk efficiency of a man who had been sending ssages and receiving ssages all morning and had streamlined the process considerably.

The king wanted a eting.

Not a briefing, not a report. A eting, which ant the full council, which ant the war room, which ant traveling back to the capital at speed and arriving in a room full of people who had spent the morning in safety discussing a battle that Noah had spent the morning inside.

They made the journey by midday. Ares and Shade covered the distance in a fraction of the ti the column would have taken, which ant Noah, Pip, and Nami arrived while the capital was still processing the morning’s reports and the council chamber was still settling into its configuration of anxious important people trying to look like they had been expecting exactly this.

Noah left Egor’s hamr with Ser Cott before he went in. It felt wrong to carry another knight’s weapon into a room full of people who would ask questions about it and not have ti for the answers.

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The council chamber had the sa map on the table it had always had, the sa portraits looking down with their various expressions of constipation, the sa candles and the sa polished oak reflecting the ceiling back at itself. What was different was the energy in it, the tight compressed quality of a room full of people who had received information they did not have a frawork for and had been arguing about the frawork since the information arrived.

King Aldren sat at the head. Werner’s father two seats down, his face carrying the composed assessnt that Werner’s face carried when Werner was working through sothing he had not yet decided how to present. Ironside against the wall. Egor was not present, which ant Egor was sowhere having a hole in his chest addressed, which was appropriate.

The king’s eyes found Noah when he entered and sothing in them settled, the way eyes settled when the thing they had been waiting for had arrived.

"The creature reports," Lord Fenwick said, before Noah had fully reached his position. "The knights at the pass described beings unlike anything in any catalogue. Bipedal, grey scaled, horned, capable of speech, healing from wounds that should be fatal. Several knights report that conventional attacks were entirely ineffective." He looked at his papers. "And then there is the separate report that says Recruit Burt determined the thod for fighting them and that following his instruction the casualties were significantly reduced."

"That is accurate," Noah said.

"How," said a lord near the table’s middle, whose na Noah had not learned. "How does a recruit know how to fight sothing that veteran knights could not identify?"

Werner’s father spoke before Noah could answer.

"That," he said, "is precisely the question I would like this council to sit with for a mont." He set his hands flat on the table in the way he had set them flat when Noah had walked into this room the first ti. "The young man in question has, since his arrival at the training camp, demonstrated capabilities that have no clear origin. He mastered the Vital Point Technique in a single afternoon when it takes most knights months. He is reported to have killed enough of the beasts in the training grounds to fill the red unit’s entire submission quota, alone. He survived what was reported as an encounter with a red death dragon before he was ever recruited. He used what this council’s military historians would call Arthur’s forbidden energy technique inside the gate chamber." He looked at Noah with the asured attention that his son had inherited. "He can apparently control dragons. He knew how to fight creatures that nobody in this kingdom had ever encountered before today. And he appeared at this pass wearing armor that our most experienced knights could not identify and carrying a weapon from inside a gate that should not be in anyone’s possession outside that gate."

He paused.

"I do not say this to insult anyone’s intelligence. I say it because wisdom, the wisdom we are all supposed to have accumulated with our years, suggests that when sothing looks like it does not fit, we should ask why before we celebrate it."

The room absorbed this.

Then a lord near the far end, Lord Harren, leaned forward with the expression of a man who had been waiting for an opening and had found one.

"Perhaps," Harren said, his voice carrying the careful edge of soone choosing to be indirect about sothing he intended to be sharp, "the wisdom Lord Aldric speaks of might have been better applied closer to ho. Before his counsel about what this council should examine." He looked at Werner’s father. "His own son returned from the sa gate that apparently shaped this recruit so remarkably. Returned minus an arm. One wonders whether the wisdom being offered here might have produced better preparation for that outco."

The temperature in the room changed.

"That is not—" soone started.

"I am simply observing," Harren said, "that the council is being invited to scrutinize a tavern boy, a son of a coward as I believe the common phrase goes, who by every account perford with more distinction than any recruit in recent mory. While the man doing the scrutinizing sent his own son to that gate with apparently insufficient preparation for what waited inside it." He looked at Werner’s father with the polite rcilessness of a man who had been on the wrong side of political argunts before and had learned exactly where the knife went. "A simple tavern boy outperford an Aldric. Outperford every recruit from every noble family in that group. Perhaps the question of whose wisdom is lacking deserves a broader examination."

Werner’s father’s jaw set.

Two other lords began talking simultaneously, one in agreent with Harren and one in defense of Werner’s father, and the room beca the kind of room it beca when noble n had been given permission to say what they had been thinking for a while.

The king let it run for thirty seconds.

Then he raised one hand.

The room went quiet in its gradual way, person by person, until the last voice stopped.

King Aldren looked at Noah.

"I have heard a great deal this morning about you," he said. "From Ironside. From Valen. From the dispatches that ca from the pass before you arrived. From every account I have received of every significant event since you entered that training camp." He leaned back slightly in his chair. "A genuine talent is an inadequate description. What I have been told, and what the events of this morning appear to confirm, is that this kingdom has produced sothing it has not produced in a very long ti." He looked at Noah with the eyes that had been reading people for four decades and had arrived at sothing. "And I would very much like to hear what that sothing has co to tell us today."

The room looked at Noah.

Noah looked at the map.

"Three sites," he said, moving to the table. His finger found the first position. "Scout reports put Arthur’s command position at one of these three locations along the border between the kingdoms. Here, at the Vethmore garrison which he has held since the early stages of the campaign and which has the infrastructure for a command post. Here, at the Crowhill elevation which gives him visibility across the northern approach and the ability to redirect his aerial assets quickly. Or here, at the Duskwater crossing, which controls the river supply line that his ground column has been running since the coastal assault began."

He looked at the council.

"Every strategy being discussed in this room is a defensive strategy," he said. "Hold the pass. Reinforce the capital. Build the line. All of it is correct in the context of surviving. None of it is correct in the context of winning." He looked at the map. "Arthur’s army is large and his assets are considerable and he has been building toward this for years. Defensive strategies buy ti. Ti, in this case, works in Arthur’s favor because he has supply lines from the sea and we have supply lines that his forces have been systematically compromising since the first night." He traced the coastal road. "Every week this continues is a week his infrastructure consolidates and ours degrades."

"You are proposing we attack," a lord said. "With what? Our forces are—"

"I am proposing we do sothing more targeted than attack," Noah said. "An army without a commander is a collection of ard n with no shared objective. Arthur has been the architect of this campaign. The coordination between the coastal assault and the aerial assault and the water approach at the harbor, that level of simultaneous coordination across multiple theaters does not happen without a single directing intelligence." He looked at the map. "Remove the intelligence and the coordination collapses. His dragon tars lose their direction. His generals, who have been executing Arthur’s plan rather than building their own, begin making individual decisions that do not add up to a campaign."

"You want to assassinate a king," Fenwick said flatly.

"I want to end a war," Noah said. "The thod is whatever the thod needs to be."

The argunts ca in waves. Counciln talking about precedent and honor and the nature of warfare and what it ant to send fighters after a king rather than eting his army in the field. Noah let them run, the sa way the king had let the room run earlier, reading the weight of each argunt and deciding which ones required direct response and which ones would exhaust themselves.

Then he responded to each one.

On precedent. "Precedent is built by people who survived to record it. A kingdom that loses this war does not contribute to precedent."

On honor. "The n who ca through those water creature mouths today were not interested in honorable engagent. The creatures that ca with them healed from wounds that should kill them and pulled knights apart with their bare hands. The frawork of honorable warfare does not apply to an enemy that is not operating within it."

On the practical. "Three possible locations. We eliminate the wrong ones through the intelligence already gathered. We move fast and small rather than large and slow. Small groups are harder to detect, harder to intercept, and do not require the supply infrastructure that a full military deploynt requires."

The council argued.

Noah responded.

The king listened to all of it with the patience of a man who had already made his decision and was waiting for the room to reach the sa place at its own pace.

Eventually, King Aldren stood.

The room stood with him.

He looked at Noah for a mont that was not long but was complete, the look of a man transferring sothing with his eyes that was easier to feel than to na.

"This kingdom’s survival," the king said, to the room and to the map and to the portraits looking down from their fras, "has tonight and this morning been demonstrated to rest, in no small part, on the judgnt and capability of one person." He looked at Noah. "I have sat in this room for forty years making decisions about things I understood and things I did not. I have learned, at considerable cost, that the most dangerous thing a king can do is confuse the two categories." He straightened. "I entrust the execution of this objective to you. Find Arthur. End this." A pause. "Make preparations."

Noah lowered his head.

"You will it," he said. "We execute it, your majesty."

The silence that followed had a particular quality.

Then, one by one, the council mbers around the table exchanged looks with each other that carried several different things, and then, one by one, they lowered their heads.

Werner’s father was last.

He looked at Noah for one full second before he did it.

Then he lowered his head with everyone else.