Royal Invitation
“Well, the lady has spoken.” You rush in. Barbatos manifests on your right hand, its spikes saturated with an ominous, dark aura. Talal, recognizing the danger, shouts out a warning to his men and attempts to draw his sword. But you are too fast for him. You duck under the start of Talal’s swing and deliver a punch right in the center of his chest. His breastplate crumple inward, as does his sternum underneath it.
The rest of the fight – if it can even be called that – is over quickly enough. Rin lets loose and grabs the majority of the kills, not letting even a single soldier escape. “Ah, this is great,” she laughs, spreading her wings. “I’ve been cooped up for too long.” Runde guarded Lucy as per your orders, casting a spell or two when he could manage it. Aria managed to take down a couple of soldiers too: their hesitation to strike at her spelt their doom. Her brother, on the other hand, had refrained from any fighting. His brows are knitted in an expression of sadness. It seems that the outcome was not to his taste.
Beneath your foot, Talal chokes, blood dribbling down the sides of his mouth. His breathing is haggard, and he is barely clinging onto life. He certainly has a hero’s tenacity. “Wh-Why?” There is no enmity in his voice, only confusion.
“It’s for the sake of your Lady Zayan,” you explain. For her peace of mind.”
“That is so,” affirms Zayan, looking down at Talal as if he were an oddity to be dissected. “It’ll be easier if no one knows where I am going.”
“I… I see. If that is your wish…” Talal closes his eyes, a bitter smile on his lips, and breathes his last. Noble to the end, you think idly.
“And that’s a job complete. Fortunio.” You call out.
The self-proclaimed Bandit King slinks out of the trees, bowing as deeply and as politely as he can while approaching.
“Is everything ready on your side?”
“Of course, Boss. We can now pin this on my most troublesome rivals. It’s all ready to go.”
“Good. Just be careful not to get caught up in the fallout. I expect Methuss will be pressured by Dijeh to hunt for Zayan amongst the bandits.”
“Yeah, Boss, just as you said. Lay low, be watchful, gobble up the leftovers. It’ll be easy to do that when me and me boys are the only ones who know it’s coming. We’ll stay out of the knights’ way, don’t you fear.”
“You’ve already relocated?”
“Yes, Boss. Of course,” nods Fortunio quickly.
“Good. The hunt won’t last long. There will be talk of reparations for Dijeh’s loss, I’m sure, but that is politics for the two kingdoms to sort out.”
“Not for a man like me, that ain’t,” sighs Fortunio. “If it pleases you, I’ll just be following my orders, Boss, and start acting like I’m the savior of all us bloody bandits.”
“You do that. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we both profit,” you grin.
As Fortunio and his men begin setting up the scene of the battle, Arlin approaches you nervously. “Did it really have to be done this way, Master Mer- Master Muhchacraken?”
“How would you have handled it, Arlin?”
“I.. I don’t know. I think we could have talked it over. Captain Talal and his men… they seemed to be very approachable to me. I think they would have listened if you said something… maybe lied to them.”
“Perhaps they would have,” you nod. You might have been able to spun a story that Talal would buy. It wasn’t impossible. “But I don’t think they would. They are good men, Arlin. Which is precisely why they were dangerous to us. It would be less complicated to kill them here than to leave them alive and hope their principles don’t trigger some troublesome betrayals down the road.” It’s a road you have walked down before, and you are not keen on travelling it again.
Arlin frowns. He seems unconvinced. “But-“
“You’re a pussy, Arlin,” mutters Aria as she walks past him, carrying a bundle of loot in her arms. You’ll have to ask her to leave that with Fortunio: they were needed as evidence for the culpability of the other bandit groups in the region.
The boy sighs. Giving you a sincere apology for questioning your decision, he walks off to help his sister.
***
Having sent Zayan back to Grahferde, you resume your travel towards the capital. It takes close to a week before you catch sight of its walls.
It is said that the capital city, Yuiria, has defenses rivaling that of any fortress in the kingdom. It straddles two large rivers, Ixnay and Amscray, which flow towards a great sea in the east. Its sturdy grey walls protect access to the rivers: they carry trade from various parts of the kingdom as well as from Byarlant and Dijeh, and are regarded to be rather important in the overall state of affairs. It is a towering city filled with spires, and at its center was your destination, a white palace that gleamed in the sunlight.
When you flash the ring at the gate, the guards snap to attention and salute you. “Ah, Prince Farland told us about you, sir! We have been expecting you!” The captain at the gate swiftly arranges for an escort to bring you to the prince.
Surprisingly, you are brought not to the palace, but to a rather expensive looking inn: the sort of place you would easily believe to cost a gold coin per night. After you pat Lucy’s back and send her off to the stables, the inn staff bring you up to your room.
It is luxurious, for the lack of a better word.
“A bed!” screams Rin as she leaps into the fluffy, plump mattress, abandoning all pretenses of being a polite, well-mannered lady. The demon princess begins to luxuriate in her long-awaited comfort. Runde, Aria and Arlin look around in amazement: there is a lot of expensive detail carved into the furnishings, and the carpet is so soft that your feet seem to sink into the floor. Idly, you estimate the cost of this place and what the owners must charge to stay afloat. It comes out to a pretty high amount: certainly, you would never be able to afford this at the moment on your own funds. You can only hope that the prince comes through.
A while later, there is a knock at the door.
“Are you in there, that man from Erise?”
It is the prince.
“Come on in.” You glance at Rin, who has immediately thrown on her armour and is standing off to one side like a menacing statute.
“Hello, my friend.” Farland Yuiry enters, giving you a brilliant smile. He seems genuinely pleased to see you again. Behind him, a dark haired beauty with a stern face follows.
“Ah, is that your adjutant sans helm?” you ask.
“Such rudeness, to ignore the prince’s greeting,” she snarls. “I should cut you down for this disrespect.”
“Oh? Ah, yes. That’s right. This is Lieutenant Leila Milhaus, and yes, she was my friend in armour back in Erise,” says the prince bemusedly. “Be nice now.”
“Your Highness, this man has zero respect for a personage of your stature. I do not know why you treat him so kindly.”
“He saved our lives, Leila, and he is not even a citizen of our kingdom. I would be a worthless man if I did not express rightful gratitude,” The prince’s words carry an air of finality, and that seems to cause Leila to fall silent, though she continues to glower at you. “Anyway, gratitude. Yes. That’s what I gave you that ring for. I suppose you have come for that favour I owe you?”
“Of course. Use it before you lose it, my father always said.”
“Well, it seems that you might have been using it elsewhere,” chuckles the prince as he eyes your hat. “I have heard of this man in a tall hat who visited Governor Hastwell in Ontoglia…”
“It must have been a coincidence,” you shrug harmlessly.
“I hope so. Dijeh’s genius inventor has gone missing in our lands right around that time, and the Dijehnese are rightfully angry about it.” The prince sighs. “You… wouldn’t have anything to do with it, would you?”
“Just a coincidence, nothing more,” you repeat. “Of course, I’d be happy to help you search for this inventor if you like.”
“That would be reassuring. A mage of your skills would be of great help, particularly in those bandit-infested woods. Anyway, the local garrisons have already been ordered to search, so I do not think your help will be necessary this soon, Sir Trider Muhchacraken.”
“Ah, I see you have discovered my name,” you say flatly.
“Yes. An… interesting name, to say the least. So, Sir Trider, have you given any thought to your reward?”
***
You decide to ask for:
A. Money. As much as he can afford to give you. Money is always useful.
B. A post in whatever magic society that serves the kingdom, should they have one. Experience tells you that this is the easiest way to access any magical libraries of theirs, short of breaking in and entering.
C. A lesser knighthood in one of the orders:
1. Grand Order of Yuiry, led by Belbro.
2. Order of the Azurelion, led by Wisteria Brescia.
3. Order of the Cobaltlion, led by Ordmung Milhaus.
D. Information and access to this angel that Methuss are said to be keeping.
E. Something else.
F. Nothing, for now. You will cash that favour in another time.
***
“That reminds me,” says the prince suddenly. “There is going to be a dinner banquet at the palace tomorrow evening. We are hosting some dignitaries from the Byarlant Empire; the Grand Imperial Archmage himself will be present. Seeing that you are a mage yourself, I thought you might be interested... I happen to have a couple of spare invitations lying around, and treating you to a nice dinner was on my list anyway. Might as well use it since I’m not paying for it out of my own pocket. What do you say, Trider? Are you willing to come around and hobnob with royalty?”
A. You accept the invitation. You are allowed to bring one more person along with you, and so you bring:
1. Rin
2. Runde
3. Aria
4. Arlin
5. Lucy
6. Zayan
7. No one
B. You reject the invitation. All that free food is wonderfully tempting, but you do not feel like attending such a flashy party would be a good use of your time. You will find something else to do while in the capital before leaving for Grahferde.