That very day, a group of city guards in matching armor rushed into the area surrounding the courtyard.
At the front, on a horse, was Jacob.
Short sword in hand. Back straight. The expression of a man who had arrived at the mont his entire internal narrative had been building toward.
"You bandits!!" His voice went out at full volu, the kind of projection that expected to carry across a battlefield and probably across several streets beyond it. "You have the gall to take hostage a fair maiden? Today is your downfall!!"
The echo of it moved into the distance and ca back slightly smaller.
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Inside the courtyard, Ember was already moving.
She pulled on a shin guard with the practiced efficiency of soone who had done this before, her hands finding the straps without looking, her attention already on the gate. A set of fine-edged daggers ca out next, their blades catching no light in the overcast afternoon, held loosely in the way of soone who knew exactly how much force they would need when the ti ca.
Beside her, the two corpse puppets Leon had constructed stood cold and ready, ard without ceremony, radiating the energy of level three mages with the particular blankness of things that didn’t have opinions about what they were about to do.
Creating them had beco considerably less demanding since Leon crossed into level four. Materials were the main requirent now. The process itself had simplified to the point where the limiting factor was what he had available, not what he could manage.
He hadn’t been out long enough to stock properly for this situation.
If he had seen it developing he would have made more than two.
"Shouldn’t we wait for the young sir?"
Derrick’s voice ca from slightly behind, the question asured, carrying the careful tone of a man who had made a professional assessnt of the situation and wanted to register his concern without overstepping the boundary of his position.
He had watched both won operate with the manners and composure of Noble ladies since the day he entered this household. The person strapping on a shin guard and checking blade edges in front of him now was not that person. Or rather, it was that person, and also sothing that had been sitting underneath that person the entire ti.
The difference was visible and slightly alarming.
"Don’t worry yourself." Arian tapped him once on the back, light and reassuring. "We have a level four beast on our side, and they’ve already called in reinforcents. Everything will be resolved soon."
Derrick looked at her.
Nodded slowly.
Retreated to a position that kept him in the courtyard without putting him in the way of whatever was about to happen at the gate.
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Arian kept her expression steady but her attention was split.
Part of it was on the gate, on the sounds of the guard formation assembling outside, on the numbers and the energy signatures she could feel moving through the street.
The other part was on the bunker below.
Leon was right at the edge of it. The stage that separated real advancent from collapse, the point where the magic well either held the pressure of completion or folded inward, taking the cultivator with it. She could feel the energy of it from here, the specific quality of sothing that was this close to either breaking through or breaking.
She would not disturb him.
Not for this. Not for any version of this.
He had carried too much already. Solved too many problems that should have been handled by the people around him. This one was theirs.
Even if he weren’t in the middle of the most critical threshold of his cultivation, she still wouldn’t have called for him.
She picked up her weapon and moved toward the gate.
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Outside, the scale of what Jacob had assembled was larger than a personal obsession had any right to produce.
A host of armored guards surrounded the area, their formation tight, the energy coming off them overbearing in the specific way of people who had been trained by sothing serious and knew it. These weren’t city guard standard issue. They moved differently. Held their lines differently.
Firestone manor trained.
Sent to the city of dogs as protectors, which was one way to describe it. In practice the Firestone manor had spent recent years securing a foothold in the city, taking one section from the five clans and sects that carved the place between them. They hadn’t won that position cleanly. The struggle in the shadows was still ongoing, each faction maintaining an uneasy pressure against the others without anyone having enough advantage yet to force a final resolution.
Jacob had, in his pursuit of two won who had never indicated any interest in him, accidentally created an optimal tactical window and walked straight through it without knowing it was there.
"The boy is impressive." Behind the formation, seated in a chair that had been carried out specifically for him, an aged man with long red hair watched the operation with warm, dignified energy radiating from him in steady waves. His eyes were too bright for his age, sharp and deeply amused. "Finding all their hiding spots in so little ti. I won’t lie, that’s very impressive."
Great mage.
Standing beside him, a heavyset man with a bald head and the sa energy intensity folded his arms and considered the courtyard gate.
Two great mages.
"I’m more interested in the tactical thinking." The heavyset man’s voice was asured and analytical. "Who would have thought this mont would be the most optimal to move on these gangsters? The timing is genuinely precise."
The Bird Cage Gang was not a minor operation. They kept two great mages in the city at all tis as standard practice, a baseline deterrent that had kept the Firestone manor’s people from pushing too hard for years. Any conflict had been maintained deliberately at the level three tier to avoid triggering that response.
Jacob had sohow obtained information that both of those great mages were currently absent from the city, passed it upward without fully understanding what he was passing, and by doing so gave the two elders behind him the window they had been waiting for.
In a few days they had cleared the entire area of Bird Cage influence.
"You calculating old n." A female voice cut through from the back of the formation without ceremony. "Do you genuinely think that boy worked any of that out? He’s obsessed with the girls in that building. That’s all he has been able to talk about since this started. That’s the only thing driving any of this."
The two elders looked at each other.
Smiled with the particular bitterness of n who suspected this was true and found it deeply inconvenient to acknowledge.
Neither said another word about Jacob’s tactical brilliance.
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The gate opened.
Two figures walked out, flanked by the corpse puppets, moving into the space between the courtyard and the assembled guard formation with the unhurried composure of people who had decided how this was going to go before they ca through the door.
"My ladies, you’re out!!"
Jacob’s horse was already moving before the sentence finished, carrying him forward at an eager pace, his face open with the pride and excitent of a man whose narrative had just arrived at its payoff.
They were out.
The old pervert’s hold over them had clearly broken under the pressure of the operation. They had been freed. He had freed them. That was the only way to read this mont.
He was already thinking past it, moving into what ca after, the shape of a future where he arrived at their families as the person who had brought them ho. The resources that implied. The gratitude that would follow. The arrangents that gratitude might naturally lead to.
The smile ca onto his face before he could arrange his expression into anything more appropriate for the mont.
He didn’t arrange it.
He let it sit there.
He was almost to them when the sound ca.
Wind moving along a blade edge. Fast and precise and completely without warning.
Then warmth.
Spreading down his collar, soaking into his shirt, the specific warmth of sothing that should be inside staying inside but wasn’t anymore.
Jacob looked to the side.
Ember’s blade was already returning to its resting position, the motion finished, the edge clean.
His eyes went wide.
His head left his body.
It hit the ground before he had fully processed that the cut had happened, his expression locked into sothing that sat between indignation and surprise, the face of a man who had genuinely not seen this coming and was not going to have ti to adjust his opinion of the situation.
The horse slowed without its rider.
The formation behind it went completely still.
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