Chapter 24
Changes
Sylas spent a few weeks unwinding, resetting the loop on the day of Baron's arrival, and then spending days leading up to it doing nothing. He needed ti to process what he had seen, to asure his worthor lack thereofagainst it, and to regain the confidence to walk up to random strangers and, without knowing whether they're capable of leveling a whole castle, try and manipulate and goad them into doing what he wanted them to do.
It was a tall task, and though he wasnt a terribly short man, he wasnt tall either. Spending days in such a way, however, wasnt badever so often. Hed continued practicing reading and writing, and had gotten fairly good at it, actually. He could almost go through a whole chapter of a book without scratching his head over what a word ant.
As such, he read a lotmostly on the history of things. It was a good reminder, though, as to why he never took to history back on Earthit was painfully dry, stale, and boring. Pages upon pages of things that were no doubt amazing to live out, but were also impossible to read thoroughly. There was, in fact, an entire chapter dedicated to just listing out the early types of architecture. And the chapter was around two hundred pages long, covering roughly eighty years of material.
All the sa, he beca a slightly learned manfinally understanding that Ethernia and the surrounding Kingdoms didn't subscribe to the absolute monarchy, but were more theological in their make where the Kings and Queens were usually either the spiritual or physical leaders of naturethe most learned or the strongest. In fact, there was a law in place that enabled everyoneeven commonersto challenge the King directly to a duel for the crown.
Nobody having done it in hundreds of years notwithstanding, the fact that it was still there ant sothing. Just not for him.
On occasion, he would brush up on his swordsmanship, but couldnt really push it forward due to his body. Realizing that he had pretty much tapped out the current loop for all its worth, having done it over at least fifty tis by now, Sylas decided it was ti to move onand the only way forward was to try and convince the Baron a few tis and, if he still fails, hell just go with the original tiline in which he told Valen everything.
He sat and waited patiently inside the chambers for the Baron to arrivebut sothing was different, right off the bat. The Baron was nearly ten minutes late and he didnt send his family away. They all entered, with the woman still chirping on and on about the lukewarm welco. Cyrs countenance was dispirited, his eyes void of anything but perceived agony. He was like a husk of a dying man, his soul already ripped from his chest, leaving behind the expiring carcass.
AAAH!! the woman scread in panic as she was the first one to spot Sylas. The latter ignored her entirely and focused on the Baron who, seemingly against his wishes, stood up and took out a sword, pointing it at him. W-who are you?!! How dare a re guard co here?! I shall have you beheaded for this!
Send them out, Sylas spoke to Baron directly, ignoring the others. So we can chat about the walls.
W-what what is he talking about? Are you ignoring , peasant?! How dare you
Leave. Crys said, his eyes having widened for a mont in shock.
Yhuh? You you want to leave?
Yes. Leave us alone.
But
Leave us! Ah, there it was! The classic Cyrs roar, one that had imdiately sewn the woman's lips shut. Without tarrying, everyone except Sylas and the Baron left, leaving the two to stare at each other in silence for a long while before the Baron broke it. "You were the reason the invasion failed?" Sothing is way off Sylas frowned inwardly. This wasnt the Baron he t beforerather than defensive, he seed entirely relieved when he said that.
Many n who fought and died are the reason, Sylas said. I just afforded them a chance.
thank you, then. For the chance, Cyrs said, sitting down and putting the sword away. If youve co for my head, at the very least afford the courtesy to write out my will. I know I dont deserve it, but all I can do is ask.
I havent co for your head, Baron Cyrs, Sylas said. Ive co to offer you a path to salvation.
A path to salvation? the Baron crackled strangely for a mont, shaking his head as he looked at Sylas. There is no salvation for , boy. What I had done n, great n, n far better than , have been beheaded for far less.
Nobody else knows, Sylas said. Except for .
I know, the Baron interrupted imdiately. Thats more than enough.
was your evil so great that it cannot be wiped by anything? No, Sylas hopes grew. This version of Baron, however he ca to be the way he was, could be worked with, he realized. You were wronged, and in a single, misjudged call you made a mistake.
A mistake? You call what I did a mistake?
What else was it? Sylas pressured, sitting down opposite of the man and smiling lightly. You want to see the way I look at this? Its simplethey took advantage of you. But whether you agreed to it or not, they would have found a way. Evil always does, Baron. Perchance, if it was soone else and not you, it might have ended up being even worse. That guilt gnawing away at your heart do not use it as ans of armoring up in your self-pity. You see, I have a goala grand, foolish goal that the world would laugh at for. But if I can gather by my side n like you, I am certain we could change the world.
Would your sin still, in that distant future, when you have saved countless more lives, still weigh as much as a mountain? Perhaps. But, at least, youd have the arms of heavens above lifting that mountain for you, singing the hymns.
you are no guard, the Baron chuckled suddenly, pouring the two of them a cup of wine each. Who are you, truly? Your eloquence stirred my heart, I must say.
Youre likely yet to learn, Sylas said, realizing this was the montthat he had to play all his cards and latch onto the opportunity. But the man who saved the castle is the Sixth Prince, Valen.
The Sixth Prince? But isnt he the Baron appeared shocked at the news, his eyes widening.
No, Sylas said. He breathes. And he will continue to breathe, I will make sure of that. Valen is a good manyou likely know him as your librarian.
Boy!! Thats right! The resemblance I I just never thought too much about it
But good n on their own arent enough, Baron, Sylas said. In the world commandeered by darkness, light can only shine so brightly before its extinguished. Every shining star like the Prince needs to cast countless shadows to guard him.
So, you are asking now to sin in the na of the Prince instead? Cyrs scoffed.
No, Sylas once again shook his head. I only ask you to be by his side and to advise him. You are far more learned in the muddy waters than he is.
And that is my path to salvation?
I can only show you the path, Cyrs, Sylas said. Not sketch it out for you. By the Princes side, you will have countless opportunities to make changes, most for the better. Its up to you to take them.
" n promise stars," the Baron said, taking a sip of the wine. "And never deliver. My King promised a just trial. My friendsor people who I thought were my friendspromised to stand by my side, to even rebel if they were unheard. So, oh so many promises, young one. Yours yours is an echo. A grand one, yes, but an echo. If the Prince is truly here, I shall turn myself in and accept my fate."
I cant figure whether youre a man of honor or just simply a coward, Sylas sighed, taking a sip himself.
A little bit of both, I suppose, Cyrs chuckled. But mostly just a coward. I took the deal that sounded like it would change my life once. And look at where it brought .
To , Sylas said. It brought you to .
It brought to my knees and
Life never hands us sothing we cannot handle," Sylas said. "It was in your cards to be wrung by the fate, left and right, before eting . To see, touch, and experience the darkest of the human heart. Because you now understand, Cyrs. You understand what breaks a man and what a broken man will resort to on just the promise that he will be whole again. And that is where you begin. Where you begin your new journey, the journey of finding the pieces of yourself that you've left alongside the road and putting yourself whole again. I can give you thatand I can give it to you without needing you to kill. I swear on my na, today, that I shall never ask of you to take anothers life.
And if you do?
"I won't," Sylas repeated. "I know my word rings hollow to the ears that have bled, but it is all I have. A life taken is a life wasted. I could have just as easily turned you in, but why waste the life of a man with so much potential?"
Cyrs looked deeply into the strange mans eyes. He was swayed. He didnt think it possible, but he was swayed.
When he saw the castle walls standing upon his return he cried. Cried out of joy. He didnt know how, or why, and he didnt carehe was beyond joyous that they stood. That everyone he knew didnt die. He swore upon the sight that he would go to the capital and confess his sins before the Throne and the Crown and accept whatever would co his way. And yet he was swayed.
The mans words were like a perfect symphony, and even though he wanted to walk away it kept reeling him back in. Over and over and over, until he could only stand rooted in place, listening. It wasnt just the words, it was the conviction and the look in the mans eyesas soone whos seen most of whats there to see, Cyrs still was taken aback by the gaze of purity. The man wasnt lying. He truly believed in everything he was saying.
The Prince wont forgive , hearing that, Sylas sighed in relief inwardly. Caught you, bitch. Hell yeah!
Its a good thing, then, that he wont need to.
You wont tell him? What if he finds out?
Well cross that bridge once we get to it, Sylas shrugged, not caring for anything else now that he had reeled the Baron in. For now, you should go and visit him. Dont tell him about our eting.
very well, Cyrs paused for a mont before putting the cup down and standing up. I pray your words werent empty. I truly do.
Sylas rely smiled as he watched the man leave. As soon as the doors closed, he slumped in the chair and practically lted as the sweat began pouring out. He felt like he had been walking on needles throughout the entire conversation, and that just one misspoken word could have led him elsewhere entirely. Just as he was about to go wash himself up, a window popped up in front of him.
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