the following morning.
Vikir pushed himself out of his shabby mattress within the tavern.
He had declined the offer from Highsis ultimate night ti to co back and live inside the castle's visitor quarters.
He'd already paid for the room the day prior to this.
As he descended the creaky timber stairs and stepped onto the first ground, where the guards from closing night ti stood defend in front of the tavern and saluted in booming voices.
"'Salute!"
"...i am no longer from the Morg family, you do no longer need to salute."
"Sir Vikir, you are the hero of purple Salt castle, and we've got now not forgotten how you saved our lives in the depth years in the past, so we salute you from the bottom of our hearts...!"
That's where Vikir decided to give up.
He could should get used to the salutes and phrases of honour as a way to follow him any more.
He couldn't have the funds for to experience awkward all the ti.
just then, one of the waitresses from final night rushed over and passed Vikir a bag.
"hi there, there's..., in case you don't mind, I concept I'd co up with a snake in your travels ...."
It turned into a skewer of the high-quality cuts of beef, a few natural antiseptics, and dark colored beer in a cold glass bottle.
whilst the guards noticed it, they sighed deeply.
"What inside the global has ca about to that girl?" they said.
"How can Nancy, the cold wind of the tavern, the epito of rudeness, be so type..."
"I wager she's all of sudden wakened her spirit of hospitality ."
" What a cruel international. appears are all that rely."
but Nancy wasn't the best person who had modified.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
As quickly as the sun rose inside the morning, three steeds approached Vikir's tavern.
The 3 horses have been observed by ans of nurous other carriages and servants.
using at the horses on the vanguard had been the 3 vegetation of Morg.
Morg Highsis, Morg Midsis, and Morg Lowsis.
For so cause, they regarded extraordinary than they did the day before today.
For starters, they no had fairer skin, purple lips, darker eyebrows, and greater described capabilities.
They appeared herbal, as if they weren't carrying make-up, but they have been honestly carrying heavy make-up that took an extre amount of ti, cash, and attempt to position on.
On pinnacle of that, they have been carrying formal clothing, that they could in no way commonly put on.
afterward, Morg's three sisters who greeted Vikir dismounted from their horses.
Even the notoriously ill-tempered Highsis stated "thanks" in a gentle voice to the servant who helped her to her feet.
Vikir stated to the triplets.
"Is it ok to travel unard in warti?"
It beco an harmless question.
however they replied with a glint of their eyes.
"i'm ard."
"i'm additionally completely ard. It's called 'combat readiness'."
"Ho-ho-ho, even though my sisters' makeup is greater like camouflage than armour."
The youngest of the 3 sisters' expressions stiffened at her sisters's comnt.
"What? Camouflage, that's referring to the face you hid along with your brush~"
"I most effective concealed my face, what approximately you sister? You blanketed the define of your chin altogether. you furthermore mght made your nostril sincerely get up with shading, however what? That's almost like a civil engineering."
"k, circulate your bangs out of the manner youngster, so i'm able to play football for your forehead."
as the 3 Morg all at once comnced to argue with every other, the air around them started out to swirl with magical strength.
regardless of their smiling faces, the air round them beca developing chilly.
but, their fight beca speedy interrupted with the aid of a unmarried phrase from Vikir.
"have you ever contacted the Baskervilles?"
Highsis was the primary to elevate her hand and answer.
"yes, I sent an owl simply the previous day to tell them that Mr. Vikir has again."
Slowly, his na modified from "sir" to "mr".
It turned into Highsis's manner of seeking to be more respectful.
Vikir, of course, wasn't phased in any respect.
"All proper, then. I'll move on my own from right here."
They have been nevertheless in front of the tavern. He simply intended he's going to make the trip alone.
The three sisters had been overtly upset.
"Are you sure you don't need us to accompany you ...?"
"It's an extended manner to the citadel border."
"The roads are complex, and you can wander away."
"I'm positive you're busy, however it's k."
"we are not busy! we aren't busy in any respect!"
"We're so bored we're napping all the ti in recent tis! The barbarians are quiet, we're not busy in any respect."
"Why don't you just co with us, we'll show you the sights and co up with a few advice..."
"No, thank you. I'd respect it if I ought to simply borrow a horse."
Vikir clapped his arms and idea to himself.
"once I return dostic, I'll have to docunt that Morg's guys are playing round.
Such disloyalty is unforgivable, drowsing round whilst borrowing soone else's land.
Then. Highsis ca up behind him, pulling a pale white horse.
best it's ears have been dyed red.
"This one is my favourite, his na is Poppy, and that i've had him due to the fact he changed into a child. whilst you're driving him, you're additionally using ... No, no, please think about it as riding with , eh, eh."
"Sis, didn't you buy that horse in a hurry on the marketplace remaining night."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I picked the great one I could discover, and i driven the stallholders hard, however it beca a actual deal~"
Highsis grits her enal and naced at her siblings.
so thing.
Vikir climbed onto the pony.
till then, the 3 sisters were arguing over who might lead Vikir to the edge of the red Salt fort's limitations.
Then.
"..., i've a query for you."
Vikir grew to beco his head.
eting his gaze, the 3 sisters stopped transferring for a mont and stared up into his face with blank expressions.
It beca as though they have been srised.
but Vikir's next phrases introduced them back to truth.
"wherein is Camus?"
Camus. Camus Morg.
hearing the call brought the 3 sisters again to truth as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.
"That, that, that's right. That's right, there has been Camus, ugh."
"... We're gonna need to appearance all around the place, aren't we?"
"That's why I instructed you no longer to try this, sisters!"
The three sisters gasped, realising what they'd simply perford.
Then Highsis replied Vikir's query.
"If it's Camus, she's entering closed-door training."
"...closed?"
Vikir repeated, and Highsis shook his head, filling within the blanks of what ought to have occurred.
She had heard that once Vikir's disappearance, Camus had organised a seek birthday celebration and spent years searching the Depths of Black and crimson Mountain.
but after failing to get better Vikir's fra, not to ntion store him, Camus all of sudden stopped searching and entered into a closed-door schooling consultation.
And what he heard from Morg's 3 sisters turned into startling.
"She's separated from Uncle Adolf."
Highsis stated, sounding amazed herself.
I heard that Camus has changed a touch because the ti he stopped looking for Vikir.
She had lost a good deal of her brash persona and spoke much less.
Then, imdiately, She introduced her withdrawal from the "mild facet".
because Camus usually accompanied Adolf like a parent, who was her uncle and the chief of a mild faction, the Morg family changed into greatly surprised even from inside.
however, Adolf did no longer express any professional remarks about this incident.
He just silently watched Camus, who had defected, joined the "dark facet", which stands at the other stop of a "light side".
"... The dark facet."
Vikir frowned slightly.
There are two factions in Morg.
The mild side, which uses magic to obtain results both internally and externally.
And the dark Faction, which is much less publicly visible, but deeply researches and develops magic within the circle of relatives.
participants of the light faction journey in and across the clan, slaying monsters and constructing buildings.
individuals of the darkish facet, on the other hand, commonly don't tour outside of the family.
as an alternative, they have a look at a selected area or style of magic extensive, and via limitless trials and mistakes, discover and recreate new magic.
It's the difference among a practitioner and a researcher.
'The contemporary leader of the light Faction is Adolf Morg , and the chief of the darkish Faction is Snake Morg."
Snake Morg. he's an archmage who leads the house of Morg and holds the na of Marquis of the Empire.
The identical rank as the patriarch, Respane Morg, and a distant relative of hers, he beca not known to the public.
The simplest issue that involves thoughts is his recognition as being noticeably pompous and cussed.
... Of direction, Vikir, who had lived thru the Age of Destruction, was familiar with the man called Snake Morg.
"this is surprising."
Vikir frowned.
before the regression, Camus and Snake had never gotten along.
however by hook or by crook, on this life, Camus had all of sudden joined arms with Snake.
considering the fact that Morg's birthday party consists of 1 delegate, 20 senators, and 400 representatives, Camus might maximum possibly have been a senator.
perhaps she wasn't even a senator at all.
Vikir hesitated a second, then spoke up.
"can you supply a ssage to Camus?"
Highsis nodded as if it had been apparent.
"positive. It's a favour from a pal."
"ok. Then I'll ask you to keep it brief."
Vikir nodded, and all 3 sisters took out pens and paper, ready to dictate.
but what honestly ca out of Vikir's mouth turned into very simple and brief.
-while you get a chance, let's et head to head.
...?
Is that it?
Weren't they speculated to be reunited after two lengthy years?
The 3 sisters, Highsis, Midsis, and Lowsis, stood in location in a daze.
Turning to them, Vikir delivered, as if it had just took place to him.
"Oh, and. make sure to depart the dark facet."
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