Mid Morning - Late Winter : Voldukirk | The Holy Kingdom
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- Astren Ravenna ~
"Hooh..." My foggy breath passed over the tallic blade of my sword as the crisp cool air brushed over my rosy cheeks. -Empty.. mind...-
*FWIP* Instantly arcing the sword over my shoulder and angling it down my body, I supported the side of the blade with my spare hand before the sensation of being punted by a dragon slamd through my body. *CLANK-FWOOSH*
*GASP* With a desperate gasp, the ground suddenly vanished beneath my feet, forcing to flip over before driving my sword into the ground and slowing myself to a halt. *C-C-C-CHINK-Cracklee* "Hah... Hah..." -Holy shit...- "Can you not.. swing any lighter?" Slowly opening my eyes and moving my gaze up off the ground, I t the eyes of a young tall, blonde-haired man.
He was a man with the face of a prince but the mind of a demon. "How are you going to build muscle mory with your aura if I give you ti to think?"
His na was Hephas, the demon who lured into the Church of Balance eight years prior. "I don't know, but couldn't you at least make it so you didn't launch across the arena every ti?!" *shink* Pulling the sword out of the ground, I straightened myself up with a hand on my back before glancing over my shoulder at the shattered stone wall just a ter behind .
"Well, you stopped yourself this ti. Pat yourself on the back!" He smiled at while gently clapping. "The last hundred tis, you couldn't react before you hit the wall, but now you can catch yourself! You should be proud of how fast you're improving."
"As if... If I told soone I was an apostle, they'd laugh in my face..." Snarkily responding as I tried to brush the dust and rock off my clothes, I walked back toward the shattered ground where I originally stood and picked up the damaged, dark grey sheath.
"If I told everyone the Goddess chose you to be her second Apostle, I'm sure they would shower you with praise and awe!"
Slowly glancing at him as I straightened up and sheathed my sword, I gave him an unamused look over a mont of silence. "It's been eight years... How do you still enjoy this so much..."
"Enjoy what? Training a young apostle who will one day stand next to the Goddess of Balance? Of course!" He smiled sowhat smugly as if I had caught him in the act.
-Insane bastard...- Hooking my sword back onto my belt, I shot him another glare before turning to leave the small, lavishly decorated colosseum we were training in. It was known as the Arena of the Divine, a fairly small colosseum next to the Church of Balance in the heart of Voldukirk, a place that I had co to know better than my hotown in recent years.
"Are you leaving already? I don't believe we've finished."
"Yeah." I responded bluntly before gently massaging my neck to relieve so stress. "The Second Templar Division just got back last night, so I'm going to grab a al with my Father." It had been a few years since he was recruited by the second division at that point, but ever since then, he was rarely actually in the capital. -Elizabeth is supposed to join us as well...-
"I see." Suddenly switching to a less playful deanor as if dictated by a switch, his demonic smile faded to a more natural and warm one. "In that case, I won't hold you any longer. Be sure to tell him I said hi."
With a wave over my shoulder, I quickly left before he changed his mind, speeding through the arcing side entrance of the arena and quickly making my way outside. "Hooh..." -I'm surprised he let go that easy..."
The only other tis he ever let go like that were days of an ergency or days following prayer. -Maybe I'm finally at the point where I can have so freedom...-
Finally coming out into the court behind the Church, I made my way around to the side before hopping over a railing and falling into an alleyway that led out to the main road.
Although it had been close to eight years since I unknowingly walked into the Church of Balance and was chosen by the Goddess Eir to be her second Apostle, it had yet to be publicly announced since I still wasn't strong enough to handle many of the expected obligations of an Apostle.
But frankly, I couldn't wait for it. Over the last eight years, I was forced to train under Hephas, Eir's only apostle in the eyes of the public, and while my skin glowed radiantly, my body was fit, and my face was still young, it was nothing short of hell.
But eventually, things would get better, and I believed that one day I'd have the kind of autonomy that Katherine had.
Not long after I beca an apostle, Katherine was picked as the hero, soone who was essentially an apostle of Asgard as a whole, with Elizabeth being made her public image shortly after that. As it turned out, the church had a problem with Katherine's personality, or the fact she was demihuman, and used Elizabeth with her royal aura and convincing strength in her place for public speeches or appearances.
Over the years, they had both been two peas in a pod, growing closer with each other each and every day since they spent most of their ti together, even training each other since it was more effective and enjoyable for them. -Though I haven't been able to talk to Katherine in a while...-
As usual, she was quiet and didn't speak much, but this ti, according to a letter I received just a few hours prior, there was so issue that needed her attention.
It was a sha, but as the hero, it wasn't surprising. -When she was first appointed, they ran her around the continent under the guise of a 'test', clearing dungeons, killing monsters, liberating villages, and even suppressing rebellions all to 'prove herself'.-
But while it seed like she was just being used, whenever I asked how she was doing, I heard the sa thing: 'She's running around the city, going to brothels, bars, and taverns.' It was almost like she was running around and partying, but I knew that wasn't the case.
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She was still looking for the sa person she originally was, even after eight years of searching each and every day.
It had gotten to the point where I wondered just who that person was to her, a father, a husband, or just a friend, but I never got a straight response when I asked. -Eventually, I just ca to accept it... It's a sha I won't be able to see her today though...-
Continuing out onto the bustling main road of the eastern gate, I turned and made my way down toward the lower districts before eventually coming up to a thin, one-story building that looked as if it was stuffed in an alleyway. -I wonder if the rumors of this place are true...-
*Click* Quickly walking inside, I ca into a tiny room with a grouchy old man perching his feet on a small reception desk.
His face was wrinkled and worn, and his expression was scrunched. He didn't seem to be in a good mood. "The parlor is down the street more, Miss." He pointed his thumb further down the street after a quick glance at .
But I continued up to him, eventually getting an odd look before I eventually showed my ID, a small white and gold tablet given to by the church.
"Ah, I see." His sour mood quickly lightened. "I apologize, I assud you were so noble." Finally pulling his feet off the reception desk, he stood up, revealing his still tall and muscular body before walking over and opening an obvious hatch in the ground and revealing a dimly lit stairwell. "Again, sorry about the misunderstanding."
"Don't worry about it." Quickly walking in, I put my ID back in my pocket before the hatch closed behind . *CLANK*
The place I was at was a restaurant reserved for templars, or as they called them here, 'the ones who suffered'.
*loud chatter* In short, it was a place for mostly retired templars to eat, chat, and share stories, with only a few of the younger groups daring to enter even though they had permission. -But supposedly the food is pretty good...-
Continuing down the stairs, the chatter only grew louder before eventually coming up to a wooden door that was barely hanging on the wall.
*tap-creaak* Gently pushing it open, I finally ca into a fairly large room carved into the ground with a stone ceiling and walls, decorated with carvings and paintings of recognizable figures and a wooden floor covered in tables.
But while I sowhat expected it to sll like old man and alcohol like the reception room did, it slled incredible. -Oh my...-
I quickly scanned the room to try and find Father, but before I could find him, an older woman ca up to and hooked her arm around my neck. *pat* "Hey, what's our squadron's little girlie doing here?" She spoke with a thick accent and slurred words, quickly grabbing the attention of everyone around us.
She was the Selby Randi, the lieutenant, the second in command of the Second Templar division behind Captain Snyder, a freakishly strong woman who cared for like a mother ever since Father joined the Second Templar Division. "Well, Father said he wanted to try eating here, so I ca to et with him."
"Hoho, I see." She hooked in closer with a playful smile before finally letting go. "In that case we ought to fix him a good welcoming al!" With a cheer, she turned back to the crowd of older n and won drinking and chatting to their hearts content.
To my relief, it seed like nothing happened on their trip.
And thankfully, I was right. After speaking to Selby so more, we idly spoke about what they had done on their expedition, which was essentially just heading to a southern port and helping a fleet prepare for an expedition similar to the ones they had sent out a few weeks prior. -It makes wonder...- "Do you know what those fleets are doing? Wasn't the third templar division sent in one of them?"
*gulp-gulp* *thwack* Slamming down her wooden mug, she looked in the eyes and shrugged. "They are headed to a place called Siratha. I'm not sure why exactly though. Considering we sent two moles, I assu its probably a mythril mine they found."
-Right.. I almost forgot about that...- "Where exactly is all that mythril going?"
"We aren't sure, even Andras is left in the dark when it cos to that. All we know is a ton of it is being brought here to the capital, and that there are so big projects going on in the upper churches."
An older man who I didn't recognized, quickly leaned back in his chair toward us to chi in for a mont. "So people are sayin' it's all going toward a statue, but I don' believe it."
-It's too much mythril for a statue that have to be moved...- To my knowledge, it was a ludicrous amount of mythril, asuring in the hundreds or even thousands of kilograms per day. "If they released it all to market, the market would crash... Are they going to make a new currency with it?"
"Hmm.. that's possible, but I think unlikely..." Selby leaned back in her chair and perched her feet on the table as she fell into thought. "If I had to make a guess, I would say it's them wanting to outfit the military with new equipnt, but if 'our connections' are right, I have my doubts..."
She was referring to dragons. According to them in recent years, Bahamut, the land of dragons, was looking at spreading its influence, and possibly even getting rid of the Holy Kingdom, seeing it as an eyesore. -If they're right, it'd an we're preparing for a war with dragons.. so giving people new equipnt would only help so much...- I paused in thought for a mont before looking up. "Could it be artifacts?"
"Maybe." A sudden, young voice t my ears as I felt two hands press on my shoulders.
"AH!" Jumping up out of my seat, I turned around to see a beautiful young woman in exquisite clothing without a speck of dust anywhere on them. -Oh.. it's Elizabeth...- I couldn't sense her presence at all. "Did you need to sneak up on like that?!"
"Haha, I just wanted to test you a bit. Is that so bad?" She smiled as she tilted her head before glancing at Selby. "Miss Randi, how are you doing."
"Wonderfully! Even better now that the Hero is here!" She imdiately held up her alcohol-filled mug to cheer, with many of the other templars doing the sa. """Glory to the Holy Kingdom! Glory to Asgard!"""
Elizabeth quickly raised her hand to quell their cheers before finally sitting down in the seat next to mine. "In any case, Kath couldn't make it. She said sothing happened in the church last night and I haven't seen her since."
-Huh?- Slowly getting control of myself again, I moved back toward my seat. "That's odd... She didn't tell you where she was going?"
She quickly shook her head. "I did hear that the Valkyries have given an oracle for the first ti in over ten thousand years though. Maybe it's related to that?" Motioning to the man at the bar, she quickly got him to start making a drink.
"She never cared about the church though... Could it be related to that 'lead' she got all those years ago from Sir Dentro?"
I felt like that was a more likely possibility, but Elizabeth just shrugged. "I still can't read her, so I'm not sure... Although she did seem a bit more engaged than normal... Maybe there was a new lead."
"Hm.. maybe..." But as I thought about it more, things slowly started feeling more and more odd... After having been together for nearly 8 years, while Katherine was still always fairly quiet, whenever sothing happened, we were the first ones to know about it. -For her to leave without saying much… Just what happened?-
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