Chapter 5
Better Off Ignorant
Sylas stared tepidly at the unmoving body of the Captain, sighing over and over again and lanting at the fact that his current situation was gift-wrapped for him by the precarious hand of the Lady Luck. She must have used at least a year's worth of his luck to set in motion the chain of events within which a seasoned, veteran fighter ended up passed out on the floor while a common street hustler who hadn't been in a fistfight in over twenty years ended up lording over the said fighter.
Deciding it was ti to wake Tebek up, Sylas moved back the distance of the sword and unsheathed the thing. It was heavy. Very, very heavy. So heavy, in fact, that his arms would begin to shake if he held it flat for longer than five seconds. He inwardly chose for that to be the comntary on the sword's ludicrous weight rather than him being too weak.
Having rested his arms slightly, he pushed the sword forward and poked Tebek a couple of tis in his behindand a couple of tis is all it took for Tebek to rouse with a strangely high-pitched scream, clearly confused.
Silence or Ill cut your head off! Sylas proclaid bravely. It wasnt that he was confident even nowin fact, he very much suspected that if Tebek just rushed him hed easily win the sword back. It was just that the Captain didnt know that. All he saw was a man pointing a very sharp sword at his groin; no matter a mans bravery, theyd all freeze up at that mont.
H-huh? What what is going on? Tebek mumbled in confusion but had very much picked up on the fact that there was a blade pointing at his general.
Ive a few questions for you if you dont mind, Sylas said And if you answer them honestly, Ill let you kill after. Im not even jokingIll hand you this blade, bend over, and move hair off my neck so that you have a clean stroke. In fact, I might even tell a few yo mamma jokes to get you revved.
what?
Why did you plant the magic circles or whatever underneath the walls? Sylas asked quickly. The longer he delayed things, the greater the chance sothing went wrong.
How do you know about that?! Who are you?! Tebeks confusion quickly turned into shock, an alard look erging on his aging, wrinkled face.
Thats unimportant, Sylas said. Im the one asking questions here. Why did you do it? Why did you betray everyone? Did you know Ghouls would be invading at the sa ti? Whos the most important boy in the castle?
What boywhat are you
Do you want to cut off your willie or not?!!
No, no, please, God, anything but that! Please!
Then answer ! Did you put those magic circles?
No, no, it wasnt ! Thats too complicated for ! I I just helped him hide and stuff!
Him? Whos him?!
I dont know.
Really?! Sylas pushed the sword an inch forward.
I swear, I swear! He wore a hood and a mask! He he was short? Kind of? Seed young, I think. Didnt say much. Kept to himself. Left as soon as he set down the circles. Gave the activation talisman and thats it! Thats all I know, I swear!
What about the Ghouls?
W-what what about the Ghouls?
Why would anyone want this castle to fall to the Ghouls? Whats the point? Whats in it for you?!
II dont know! He he handed sixty crowns and a fast horse to escape when I activated the talisman! I dont know why I really dont please, please, thats all I know
What about the boy, then? Sylas pressed with his questions, grumbling inwardly. This whole situation was far more complicated than he initially thought.
What boy? What are you talking about?! even Tebek let so of his frustration seep into his voice; after all, if Sylas was confused at the mont, Tebek was absolutely shellshocked. The young lad in front of him was a nobody, just so dreg from a backwater village! How did he, then, know not only about the circles but that it was him who helped install them?
Whos the most important boy in the castle?! A a noble son, or sothing!
Therestheres nobody like that here! All noblen left two weeks ago for their annual territory inspection! They shouldnt co back for another week or so!
Ah, shit. What the hell is this? Where do you keep the talisman to activate the circles?
I please, I cant
I wont take it, I promise, Sylas sighed. Just tell where. Or should I start cutting and chopping?
No, no, dont! Tebek quickly cried out while Sylas pushed the sword another inch forward. Its, its in my chambers! In, in the room just down the hall! I keep it hidden under a loose brick in the wall! Please, dont cut or chop anything!
Sylas got all the answers he could, finally. He knew everything. Well, everything. Knowing all that he did only brought up more questions. That was without ntioning the fact that he still didnt identify the boy that hes supposed to save.
Nonetheless, this was quite a victory. At least, he should be able to prevent the wall from collapsing. That should buy the castle a chance to fight back while he takes his ti in figuring out whos the boy.
Ah, fine, here, Sylas let go of the sword and sat back down on the bed. The rough and heavy thing pounded against the stone floor, clanking a few tis before settling. Tebek's expression grew even more dazed; it took him a few seconds to register that there was no longer a blade pressed against his crotch. He hurriedly reached over and grabbed the blades handle, still in disbelief.
You you will really let kill you? he asked in a daze.
Aye, swing away, Sylas said. Try to make it quick, I dont really like pain.
what what was even the point?!! Tebek roared.
The point? Ah, right. There should be a point. Uhm I dont know? I was feeling suicidal or sothing? Co on man, just swing. Chop my head off and such. Let have it. Oh, right! Aah yo yo mammas so fat, the cows eat her for lunch. Eh? Eh?
AAARRGGH!!
Chop.
In-between the daze of death where, for a split second, he was actually aware that he'd just died, and waking up to the sa old roar of the sa old thunder and the sa old words, there was a pause now. A window popped up in front of him, validating so of what he had just done.
You have uncovered a sche involving Ghoulish Invasion of the Ethwar Castle!
You have unlocked a sub-QUEST: Savior of the Stone
Find a way to prevent the Castle from falling into the Ghoulish hands.
Reward: upon completion, you will be given a Sword Mastery ToHeartseeker.
On your feet, maggot!
Sylas decided to take a break for one life; rather than imdiately trying to play the hero, he just confird where Tebeks room was and settled on the watchtower, waiting for the long night. He planned out a few details ahead of ti, such as trying to ring the bell a bit earlier, or where he should go to look for the boy, but he mostly kept his head empty. Thoughtless.
Though it felt like a short while, he'd actually been in this world for almost a month already, altogether. In-between all the deaths and sitting around on the watchtower and running around the castle, quite a bit of ti had passed. He never quite got the chance to adjust, what with all the death cradling his thoughts and all, leaving him estranged. He didn't yet feel like he belonged to this world, and part of him even had this macabre expectation that if he saved the boy, he'd be returned back on Earth.
Or, better yet, that this whole thing was just so eerie VR experint or, in the worst case, alien abduction or sothing. He had a hard ti grasping this reality since, well, it all just seed so unreal. Beyond the fact that the magic existed and beyond the fact that he was dropped dead-center into the heart of the Ghoulish Invasion, it was mostly the fact that he could just die endlessly that kept him at bay. All other things, to so extent, made sense, seed logical, possible in so weird, fantastical way. Him, for so reason, being able to wake up over and over after dying didn't. He was never special, not since the day he was born.
And for the world to suddenly decide it was his ti didnt make sense. And yet, it was happening. No matter how hard his mind wanted to reject it, it was happening. He would die and be reborn. He could do whatever he wanted and just reset the world to avoid the consequences. Commit every single atrocity in the book and get away scot-free.
Shit, he sucked in a cold breath, shaking his head as though to dispel the dark thoughts that surged within him. Thats not .
It really wasnt. Though he was a hustler and a conman to boot, there was still a code by which he abided. He avoided those who couldn't afford to be conned, he avoided children at all cost, and mostly preyed upon the nouveau rich new-age models who held themselves infallible and untouchable. That wasnt to say he was a good manhe most certainly was not, but he wasnt the type to go around doing the most heinous shit possible if given the opportunity to do it without the consequences.
Taking in another deep breath, he glanced over the railing and noticed that the Ghouls had arrived and were approaching the walls. His makeshift break was over and the next ti he wakes up, it will be all business and no pleasure. To prove himself a partially decent man, he was going to save the castle. Well, save was a bit of a strong word. He will, at most, give them a chance to fight back and survive and while everyone else was focused on what was beyond the walls, hed be looking around inside for the boy.
Tsk, you really cant fra I will look for the boy in any way that doesnt just make you sound like a creep, he clicked his tongue nonchalantly, just seconds before the blast. Oh well. Heres to nothing.
Boom.
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