ARC 7-Cursed Fates-08
It always amazes that tragedies aren’t heralded by the world. The gray sky of Victory didn’t darken as we marched to the Witness Circle to reap the lives of the hunters. Similarly, the blue sky above us is without a nacing cloud or sinister storm as Quest appears in the distance. Not that I hope our return to the city will be the start of another tragedy but, given my track record with the hunters, it seems foolish to pretend it’s not a possibility, and a strong one at that.
I rember being filled with awe the first ti I laid eyes on the city of magic and adventure. There was much to be impressed with. From its enormous walls, that now seem rather diminutive returning from the fort that built its wall tall enough to repel titans, to the floating rock that houses the Grand Hall, and the many peculiarities in-between.
The most notable being the Myriad Zone, a botched spell to make sunlight curve around the giant rock keeping part of the city in constant shade. The creators of the spell got the light they wanted with a very interesting condition. Said light is distorted, turning that part of the city into a colorful ss that couldn’t be replicated even with hundreds of barrels of paint.
The residents don’t see it as a curse. They’ve embraced the color, turning the whole area into a district dedicated to fun. The Myriad Zone is full of bars, brothels, and any other kind of amusent anyone might want. After the last couple of weeks, a jaunt through the vivid streets sounds wonderful. Just one night to forget all the woes and imminent perils before the next shitstorm sweeps up.
I’m not the only one excited to see the city during our lunch break. Allen is a ball of energy but that’s hardly worth a ntion, as that’s the boy’s default. Yulia staring into the distance with wide eyes and a big smile is notable. I’ve never seen her so happy. She’s like a little girl being brought to the market for the first ti.
“There’s really an island in the sky! And it’s so small! I thought it would be larger but it’s really there! And the wall’s are so cute!”
Haha, she called them cute. I kind of want to hear her say that to a native to see their response. I wouldn’t know about it but people give importance to the most aningless things. I have seen n punched unconscious for pissing on a straw man that was going to be burned hours later as part of a celebration. I’m thinking calling the walls cute will at least be enough to get her a few dirty looks and muttered curses.
“You live on that flying rock?”
“It’s not as thrilling as you make it sound,” I say with a chuckle. “With solid ground under your feet and the sky way above you still, it’s easy to forget where you are. Honestly, I’m more impressed with our house.”
“Oh? Is it impressive?”
“Compared to the crate you live in, yes. No offense.”
“None taken. Space is rationed more strictly than food in the north. It’s why I put most of my efforts into the garden. Do you have one? I imagine it has actual flowers.”
“It does. I even have a gardener.”
“It’s hard to imagine soone dedicating their lives to sothing as mundane as growing flowers.”
“Oh, there’s nothing mundane about the garden. Especially Kierra’s personal area. We don’t let people go in there without an escort.”
“Are the plants that valuable?”
“No, they’re that dangerous.”
“Ah.”
“Co on. Let’s get moving. With a little magic, you can see my garden and my gardener.”
She laughs. “That’s a promise.” The snow bunny happily grabs her son, distracted by trying to catch the tail of an imp that keeps moving out of range at the last mont, and climbs into the carriage. As she disappears inside, Alana walks over, carrying a cup of…juice? It’s sothing fruity. Didn’t know we had anything other than water and liquor available. Knowing my succubus, she probably spotted so wild fruits and prepared it fresh.
“Are you excited to be ho?”
“Ho,” my future saint drawls. “Not sure what that word ans anymore.”
“I don’t think it’s a word with a clear definition. It’s sothing you get to choose. If you need a little direction, I don’t think of the house I spent most of my life in as ho. The sa applies to the ancestral estate of the To family. Ho is the place where I feel the most comfortable.”
“That’s…not bad.” She takes a sip of her juice. Intrigued, I reach for it but she dodges my grasping hand, giving a look. “Yeah. I’m happy to be returning ho. To the house.”
“Oooh. Does that an you’re living with ?”
“Haven’t I already been?”
“Sure, under the guise of preparing for the campaign. No more excuses now.”
“Hmph.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Yes. Of course it’s yes. I have my training to think about. And I don’t think I can stomach cooking for myself anymore.”
“Looking for more excuses?”
She pauses. Then she turns, spearing with those big blue eyes. “I want to stay with you, Lou. I can’t wait to be back in our house and sleep in our comfortable bed. Beside you.”
“Ah, okay. I get it.”
“Oh, no. You wanted to express myself.” I swallow heavily as Alana steps closer, her palm pressing against my stomach, her sweet breath filling my nose. I quiver a little as she looks up at . “You like talking about fantasies, don’t you? I don’t know if this counts as one but all I’ve been thinking about since hitting the road is taking a nice, long bath. With everyone, like we did before Rolly’s summoning.
“You’ll wash my hair for while we pretend Kierra isn’t fondling Talia right in front of us. Talking about aningless things while we ignore her beautiful little moans. Ancestors, she has an enthralling voice. If I weren’t inclined toward won, listening to soone with a face like a block of ice sigh and gasp would have convinced .”
“I know…”
“But you want to know what I really think about, Lou? What cos after. After Geneva dries us off, her eyes making unspoken promises. That bed is big enough for the four of us, isn’t it?”
“Yeah…”
“Mm. Talia has been waiting for you to collect on your side of the bargain. You want that too. And there’s sothing else you want. Sothing we’ve both been waiting for.”
I swallow as the hand on my stomach dips lower, tracing my waist. Then she steps back and takes another drink of her juice like nothing’s wrong.
Saints give the strength, what happened to the shy girl that blushed and stuttered just admitting her feelings for ? Her face is red but she’s actually smiling seeing what she does to . I swear, she’s spending too much ti with a certain elf. And she wants to spend more ti with her. I don’t know if I’ll survive.
“That’s assuming we make it ho. There’s a good chance we get ambushed at the gate. If we don’t, there’s a better chance we get ambushed in the streets. I’m sure by now word’s gotten back to the guilds about the March and everything it ans.”
“I thought we kept the hunters in Victory?”
She shakes her head. “The hunters, yes, but not the servants and laborers. Definitely not the ssengers. Birds, dogs, ring-tailed mimics. Not even Geneva and Bell could hope to contain them all and information about the March would be priceless. Loyalty to the north aside, there’s always going to be soone willing to be an informant for a little extra gold. The good people of Quest are undoubtedly nervous. Maybe nervous enough to think killing us before we can collect our due will solve their problem.”
“Don’t they understand that hundreds of them will die if they try? And even if they succeed, the next person to co collecting will be the duke?”
“People don’t think rationally when they’re afraid.”
“I would rather settle this peacefully but—"
“It might not be just hunters, Lou.” Alana cuts off with raised brows. “The city lord never rendered his verdict about your guilt. It could be the city guards stopping our carriage. Or perhaps the royal army. You are contracted to illegal elentals.”
“Ah.” Contemplating dragons lurking in the north has pushed less world-shattering events from my mind. Like the king’s apparent issue with summoners and the fact that I’m currently breaking the law.
I have a whole plan to thodically terrorize the public, save them, and raise the reputation of the kingdom’s summoners but I don’t know how much ti I can dedicate to that. I feel a faint obligation to defend my family’s traditional art, but it can wait a year or two. No one’s going to care what elental anyone has if Harvest is scorched by dragonfire.
Well, I can still start the first part of plan. Setting the shuba loose on the public. It’ll return to the house once it’s filled up on negative energy, which, being in the north, I don’t expect to take too long. Then, if the Dark Lord is willing to negotiate, I will unleash a horde of the little terrors throughout the land.
I wish I could properly cackle, a sound befitting my villainous ways. I wonder if the Myriad Zone has a theater. That’d be an experience, I bet.
“We could be riding into an army,” I sigh, staring pensively at the city.
“So we better get going.” She drains her cup and tosses it, the stone mug sailing through the air. She claps on the shoulder before heading for the carriage. “People make better decisions under the sun. If you think I’m kidding, think of my family and Victory’s always cloudy sky.”
That…is hard logic to argue with.
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