Chapter 63
Everfrost
Following a night of rest and another day and night of tallying and organizing everything, the entourage turned around and headed back toward the castle, nearly a hundred n and so twenty won stronger than when they departed. By Sylas calculations, they should make it back just in ti before the first massive blizzard which will likely bury all the mountain roads underneath four-five feet of unthreadable snow.
After his conversation with Derrek, the two n chatted once more, but mostly just centing what they'd already said. Neither shared a mum with anybody else as, for the ti being, it was unnecessary. Though Sylas had all the intentions of informing Valen of everything, he didn't want to break the celebratory mood the Prince had. After all, this was his second successful campaignthe first being the defense of the castle.
By now, his image had been solidified in the ns mindshe was the man who heralded them to two victories, the second of which had the least number of casualties. Sylas had sternly warned the Prince not to say to anyone that it was him who offed Dyn. Instead, the credit whole went to Valen himself, which made him seem all that more impressive in the eyes of others.
Because of that request, however, Sylas was currently enjoying being glared at and eyed inside the palanquin, with Valen often scoffing and looking awaynever saying a word, however. Sylas played along and didnt speak, mostly consolidating everything hed learned thus far.
Considering how up-and-down his life in this world has been ever since his arrival, he was actually fairly happy with how much hed learned. In fact, he likely knew more about at least this aspect of the world than most other folks in the Kingdom. Though in part, it was entirely because of the circumstances and the people with whom he interacted, he felt he still deserved so level of credit.
From what he understood, the entire story dated back to before Ethernia Kingdom was founded. It wasn't just Etherniaall other Kingdoms on the peninsula were founded roughly within the sa tifra. They likely arrived either from across the seas or further south in the continent and, sohow, soway, had ans of controlling the Ghouls and the undead in general. They used that to help them break the Empire that already stood on the peninsula completely, destroying it.
What Sylas didnt know, however, was why they elected to hide itas it was an Empire, there were likely signs everywhere. This ant that theyd have to burn and bury and destroy countless things, and silence everyone and everything who wanted to tell tales about the fallen Empire.
Nonetheless, he was less concerned with the whys for the mont and more with the hows and whens and wheres. Beyond the things hed ascertained, he actually had so new suspicions: naly, he suspected that the cult, the Shadows, were remnants of the Empireor at least its top brass was. That could explain their want to have the dead consu the entire peninsula, as it would be an act of poetic revenge, but he wasn't completely certain that was the case. And, even if it was, there likely was more to the story there.
He also wanted to reset the loop and try to squeeze out of Derrek who the Children were and what the hell did he an when he said the Way. Before that, however, he wanted to play it out until they at least arrive back in the castle, to confirm there wouldnt be any hiccups along the way.
Sighing, he pulled the curtain back slightly and looked outside. It was snowingit was thin snow, the botherso one rather than the one that piles on. The snowflakes fell lonely and scared, seemingly, lting upon the briefest of touches. The winter was here, he knew, and it was here to stay for months to co.
He had also drawn up plans inside his head on what he will focus onfirstly, he actually wanted to focus mostly on talismans. As theyre entirely independent of the resets, he wanted to learn as much about them imdiately, and then focus on the other things. Though it was likely a pipe dream for him to beco as efficient as Ryne, he at least wanted to be a quasi-Exorcist based on his knowledge and abilities.
Past that, he also wanted to focus on magicwhat he knew, at the mont, was simply to draw it, recognize it, and coalesce it. And how to energize the Shard with it. Past that, however, he was unable to properly utilize it in any aningful way.
And, lastly, it was the swordsmanship. He had a clear goalthe quest that the system gave him. But he knew that it would likely take months, if not years, within the loops to make any aningful progress. Thats not to ntion the possibility of his body, once again, falling behind. Though those were all the good reasons, he mostly wanted to focus on other things because hed gotten bored with swinging a sword all day long. There was more to life than that, he mused.
I never asked you, Valen suddenly broke the silence. What did you and Derrek talk about?
Things, Sylas replied vaguely.
am I still not worthy to know? Valen asked, appearing disappointed.
Heavy things, my Prince, Sylas smiled faintly. I simply didnt want to end the positive mood. We shall discuss it once were back in the castle, inside a warm room. What about you? Did you find any treasures?
Hah, hardly, Valen scoffed, leaning back. So three-four hundred coins, a few basic talismans, and so food and firewood. Though the coins are enough to buy so extra supplies, they are worthless until the Spring. And the rest ah, it will barely cover what we expended getting there and back. Right, we did find this, Valen said, reaching into his inner pocket and taking out a small objectit was a rock, Sylas realized, jagged and crude, silver-dyed. Though it looks like an ordinary rock, it was found inside that Leaders quarters, so I took it with hoping you might know what it is.
Sylas took it gingerly, his eyebrows dancing. His expectations were quickly fulfilled as a window appeared in front of him.
You have discovered Shard of Everfrost.
New Quest: Everfrost
Content: recharge the Shard
Reward: Information about the Shard
You seem to know what it is? Valen asked expectantly.
Partly, Sylas replied, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Its a Shard of Everfrost. Ive seen it depicted in so Ancient Writs, but I nary know its usage. Mind if I keep it? Id like to inspect it further.
Of course, Valen nodded. Though he was slightly disappointed, it wasnt as though he had high hopes. There was still a chance, after all, that it might be sothing valuable. Let know if you need anything to help you.
never mind that. What do you plan on doing with the bandits? Sylas quizzed, prompting Valen to abruptly sigh.
I I dont know, the Prince replied soulfully. I want to put them to work, but can I? Should I risk potentially the lives of the castles people? But not utilizing them isnt an option either. It just ans our dungeons will be overflowing and thered be an extra hundred mouths to feed. Do you have any suggestions?
Vet them, Sylas said. None of them are necessarily a good crop, but it doesnt an theyre irredeemable either. Just like Cyrs, Sylas almost added but recalled that he never shared the Barons story with Valen. We just have to find those who can be saved.
thats right, Valen nodded. I cant be nave, but I cant simply ignore their plight either. Though murderers have no place in my Kingdom, petty thieves who stole to survive, or those whove spoken up against abuses those people have no reason to stand next to the monsters.
Sylas glanced at Valenmore and more, he was realizing, the Prince was a bit nave. No, perhaps hopelessly optimistic was a more apt description. For the ti being, Sylas didnt say anythingthere was no reason to. In part, it was why the n in the castle liked him so much. It went past the Princely coating and had more to do with the man himself. He chatted regularly even with the most ordinary guards, and people recognized that.
His hopeful outlook on not just the Kingdom but people, in general, made others want to believe. And, because of that, it wasn't necessarily a bad trait. However, one day or another, Sylas knew, he'd slowly have to start chipping away at the nave ideas, and open the young, inexperienced man's eyes to the harsh and cruel realities of everyday life.
After all, petty thieves are rarely the ones running into the deadly mountains to hide. People who go that far to hide have far greater reasons than he stole an apple because he was hungry.
Its fine, for now, Sylas shook his head. In fact, it was perhaps beneficial that the Prince wasn't jaded. It will be that much easier to garner support as they moved down south after the winter. People were far more likely to toss their voice behind soone who passionately espouses justice and opportunities and order than soone who explains in great detail the nuance behind all those things and how they are rarely achievable. People want heroes blinded with justice, not moralists explaining why certain 'bad' things need to be.
Days passed swiftly. As they were in a bit of a rush, they cut down the number of tis they rested per day to just onethe one when the night fell and they were unable to move forward. Inevitably, though this resulted in many tired and exhausted looks, they arrived back almost twice as quickly despite the fact that they were herding an extra hundred and a change people with them.
AAH! a scream startled Sylas out of his thoughts, prompting both him and Valen to pull the curtains back and glance outside. The sight that they saw horrified them boththe castle was on fire.
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