《I was reborn-ish into a world where everyone have useless-kinda-skills》
Chapter 1: The Goddess arrives in a low-budget truck
The tires of the truck roared in the night. Niles had just walked across the crosswalk and was blinded by the truck''s headlights. A sudden reliefhe was alive.
"Quick, get in!" shouted the face of a beautiful blonde woman, sticking her head out from the driver''s window.
Niles was skeptical. The adrenaline from almost being run over pumped through his heartor perhaps it was from seeing the woman inside the truck. He looked at the poor condition of the truck. It seemed like the kind of vehicle used for kidnappings, or it might be a trap where people inside wait to steal... Niles wondered what valuables he had. His phone was so old that the younger generation wouldn''t even know how to use it. If he lost it, it wouldn''t be a big deal. But his shoesthose were pretty decent. If he lost them, how would he walk home comfortably?
"Stop taking so long, or we''ll leave without you!" the blonde woman insisted.
Niles kept analyzing. The blonde woman had said "we," so it was probably either all men or all women. If they were men, they were probably planning to rob him, but then again, why say "we"? If it was more women, it could be an opportunity to escape the life of being single. It could also be a mixed group, and then he might make a friend. Theoretically, Niles thought there was a 66% chance of success and a 33% risk of a life-threatening experience. High risk, high reward.
"Well?!?" the blonde woman reminded him.
"I''ll do it!" Niles boldly proclaimed, walking hastily towards the truck.
The side door opened. Niles got close, and a magic force pushed him into the truck, closing the door behind him. Two men, around his age, were sitting inside.
"Welcome to..." The blonde woman started the truck and began to speak.
"NO, PLEASE DON''T ROB ME! My phone is OLD, and I NEED my shoes!" Niles screamed in horror, certain he had walked into a trap like a sugar-hungry bumblebee in an ice-cream-carnivore-flower-parlor.
"No, wait, we''re not..." The blonde woman tried to explain calmly.
"I''m too YOUNG to DIE!" Niles interrupted, waving his arms everywhere.
"I said...!" the blonde woman continued to argue.
"You''ll never get me or my shoes alive; I''d rather see you in HELL!" Niles shouted, reaching for the door handle.
"I SAID...!!!" the blonde woman tried again.
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"Wait, are we going to die?" the two other people in the truck wondered, trying to get the blonde woman''s attention.
Niles forcibly opened the door. He looked outsideit looked like they were in space. "Huh, weird Hell," Niles said.
"HELL?!?" The two other guys screamed in horror, trying to get answers from the blonde woman. "This is not what you told us!" they continued.
"WILL ALL OF YOU USELESS-LOOKING-WORTHLESS-PHONE-RETRO-COLLECTOR-DEADBEATS JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN FOR A SECOND?!?" the blonde woman erupted like a solar volcano.
She continued her frustrated rant. Niles made room next to the other two guys, who looked just as scared as he was.
"I can''t believe she told us to shut up; that''s rude!" said the guy with green hair. The other guy, with red hair, agreed, "And useless-looking? Well, look at hershe doesn''t look very capable at all!" Niles joined in the whispering and brought out his phone. "And she called my phone retro? How dare she?" The other guys looked at the phone. "Well, we have to give her that one; it''s a flip phone with buttons. It counts as retro." Before Niles could object, all three of them got slapped on the head by the blonde woman.
A short pause followed.
"As I was trying to say..." she said, pausing to take a deep breath. "Welcome to..." Niles raised his hand as if to signal that he had a question. The blonde woman nodded at him.
"Who''s driving the truck?" Niles wondered, noticing that she had rotated her driver''s seat towards them in the back.
"It''s on auto-mode," she replied.
"How does a truck this old have auto-mode?" Niles continued.
"Magic," she replied.
"What kind of magic?" Niles asked quickly, curious.
The blonde woman smiled brightly. "My magic!"
Niles also smiled. "Ah, good, okay, then," and nodded back.
A few seconds of silence passed.
"AND WHY IS THIS TRUCK DRIVING THROUGH SPACE?!?" Niles shouted in panic, pointing at the windows. The two guys with red and green hair agreed, nodding intensely.
The blonde woman pointed to her bright smile.
"I''m a goddess! And lucky for you, you''ll be transported to a new world. Be happy that you''ve met me, so you can fulfill your lives!"
The guy with green hair raised his hand. The blonde goddess smiled and nodded for him to ask his question.
"I''ve read some isekai stories, but usually, people die by the truck. Are we dead?"
"Good question! As you can see, I am a merciful goddess! You''re alive and well!" she laughed loudly, then whispered, "And the life insurance payment for hitting people on Earth is so big that I can''t afford it."
"Wait, what?!?" the guy with green hair exclaimed, and Niles added, "Is that why your truck is so old?"
"Do you think goddesses are made out of money?" the goddess replied sharply.
The truck stopped. "With today''s gas prices, I can''t take you any farther, but this should be close enough," the goddess continued, "and also, think about the environment," she added proudly. "Well, time to say goodbye and good luck," she said as the doors opened.
"Wait, I''m sure we have more questions," Niles told her.
"Well, you know, I''m not some rich goddess. Instead, I have this beautiful smile, which is priceless," the goddess smiled. Niles and the rest in the truck didn''t look very impressed.
The goddess frowned. "Well, excuse me for not being some all-mighty-radiant-shining-billionaire-goddess," she paused, almost whispering in shame, "but I did spend almost everything I had to get you some skills. It''s not much, but at least it''s something."
"What was that?" the rest of the group wondered.
"YOU BETTER BE GRATEFUL!" she shouted, opening the door. Niles and the rest of the group were sucked out violently and flew towards the world far below.
Chapter 2: A warm-ish welcome
The Trio from Earth hurtled through the void, a silent descent toward the unfamiliar planet below. To an untrained eye, it might have looked like Earthoceans, landmasses, cloudsbut it was wrong. Different. The land sprawled out in bizarre, unsettling ways. They were falling fast now, like meteorites ripped from the sky, silent as the void, no scream to be heard. No goddess to save them from the black abyss swallowing their spirits.
Faster. Faster.
The castle courtyard came up to meet themflags snapping in the wind, proud with their red stripes and golden dragons, oblivious to the violence about to be unleashed. With a bone-rattling boom, the trio slammed into the ground, kicking up a gritty storm of dust and gravel that stung the eyes. When the haze settled, the guy with red hair was on his feet, cool as a statue. The green-haired guy wasnt so lucky, landing squarely on his backside. Niles, though, hed made the worst of itface-first into the hard earth, like the ground itself had reached up and yanked him down.
She called herself a merciful goddess, Niles groaned, his voice sounding like an old rag, beaten and frayed. And we should be grateful? He tried to laugh but only coughed. For what? Face-planting into a new world? Couldve done that at home without the jetlag.
Get up, the red-haired one said, eyes scanning the courtyard, sharp as a knife. Knightsdozens of themwere closing in, swords and spears gleaming. Were not alone.
From the far side of the courtyard, a voice boomed. THE CHOSEN HEROES HAVE ARRIVED! Another chimed in, quick and eager. SEND WORD TO THE KING! THE GODDESS HAS FULFILLED HER PROMISE! PRAISE BE!
As the echoes of that last shout bounced off the stone walls, Niles finally found his feet. Green-hair shuffled beside him, clearly rattled. He leaned in close. Theyve got us mixed up with somebody else, he whispered. We should probably leave as soon as we can.
Red-hair responded, a little too desperate. Sounds good to me, well try to leave when we have a chance.
The guy with the red hair stepped forward, calm but tense, like a spring wound too tight. Let me handle this. His voice dropped, turning serious. We come in peace, he said loudly, projecting his voice for everyone in the courtyard to hear.
Niles, ever the wiseass, muttered, Really? Thats the line? Couldnt come up with something a little more original?
Shut up, Red hissed. He raised his voice again. We mean you no harm. Were unarmed.
Niles whispered again, If youre unarmed, how are you holding your hand up like that?
I said shut up. Red reminded.
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The knights were closing in, their hands drifting to the hilts of their weapons. The green-haired guy panicked. Please! he cried out. We were sent here by a goddesswe dont know anything!
Niles leaned in again, a mischievous grin creeping across his face. If we dont know anything, how do we know we were sent here by a goddess?
Green-hairs eyes went wide, the color draining from his face with a look that said You just ruined everything, didnt you?
Before things could spiral further, a new voice rang out. Calm. Soft, but with a weight that demanded attention. Welcome, my honored guests.
A woman stepped forward, gliding through the crowd like a phantom. She wore robes of silver and gold, her short black hair gleaming under the light, and her eyesscarlet, burning with a kind of cold firescanned the trio. I am Xemera, Princess of Xandria. You must be weary after your journey, and Im sure you have many questions. Rest assured, all will be answered in due time.
The trio wasnt sure when, but during her speech, a crowd had gathered, their faces a mask of quiet dread, as if they knew something the trio didnt.
Niles, of course, wasted no time. Hold on a second, he said, stepping forward, not bothering to check with his friends. We got a question for you first. He paused dramatically, pointing at her. You single?
The courtyard went deathly silent.
Xemera didnt even blink, staring at Niles with the cold precision of someone used to seeing dead bodies. Dibs, Niles muttered with a grin. Red-haired guy sighed, running a hand down his face, and Green-hair looked like he was about to faint.
Why? Green whispered in horror. Why would you ask that?!
Before Niles could answer, Xemera interrupted, clearing her throat loudly. Perhaps, she said coolly, we could continue this conversation in a more private setting. She gestured toward the castle doors. She cast her gaze on one of the soldiers.
A knight nearby caught her eye, nodding silently. Niles, of course, thought the nod was meant for him and awkwardly nodded back. Play it cool, guys, he muttered, falling into step beside his bewildered companions.
As they moved toward the castle, a group of bodyguards surrounded them, their armor polished to a blinding shine, helmets shaped like snarling beasts. One of them, a knight wearing a wolf-shaped helmet, drifted toward Niles. Without warning, the knights metal fist shot out, slamming into Niles ribs. His knees hit the ground, air knocked from his lungs, eyes wide with shock.
The knight raised a sword, its blade catching the sunlight, poised to strike.
STOP! a voice cried. Familiar. Desperate.
The goddess appeared, rushing forward, her hood thrown back, revealing her face.
Goddess, Xemera said, her smile like ice. How fortunate we are that you could join us.
Niles, gasping for air, glanced at his friends. Okay, he wheezed while looking at Red-hair, you do the talking from here on out.
Red-haired guy just sighed. Green-hair muttered under his breath, Were gonna die. Were all gonna die, like it was a prayer.
And so, they walked on, toward the looming castle doors, deeper into the unknown.
Chapter 3: The skills of healing-ish, barrier-ish and bombardment
They entered the castle doors, and the silence swallowed them whole. The hallways stretched out like the ribcage of some ancient beast, each wall lined with war stories, captured in dark, brooding paintings. None of them said anything. Red-hair by respect, Green-hair by fear of doing something wrong and Niles, who was too busy ogling the swaying figure of Xemera as she glided confidently ahead. Red-hair noticed but said nothing to avoid any risk to get punched himself. Green-hair, meanwhile, was mesmerized by the ancient art around them, his eyes darting to every corner like he was searching for some long-lost clue.
At the end of the hallway, a gate loomedmonstrous and foreboding. A mural was painted across it: a dragon, roaring flames, facing off against a swordsman, the battle frozen in time. Gems glittered in the dragons eyes, catching the light and giving the beast a life of its own. Two guards, their helmets shaped with different roaring beasts, heaved the doors open, and a slow groan echoed through the hall as if the very castle itself resented their presence.
Green-hair, gasped audibly as they entered the throne room. It was colossal, like a cathedral built to house gods, the ceiling so high it seemed to brush the heavens. Mirrors lined the walls, reflecting light from massive stained-glass windows that depicted legends of battles long gone. And in the center, a throne, not carved from cold stone but constructed from crowns. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of crowns, melted and fused together into a grotesque monument to power.
And on top of that throne sat a man. Nosomething more. He was enormous, a towering figure of muscle and raw authority, his scarlet eyes burning like coals in a fire that refused to go out. His black hair fell around his shoulders, giving him the appearance of a lion watching over its pride. The three were pushed forward. Red-hair and Green-hair immediately dropped to one knee, submitting to the imposing figure before them. But not Niles. No, Niles was still fixated on the princess, his eyes tracing the curve of her back like he had a death wish.
"Get down," Red-hair hissed through gritted teeth, his voice sharp as broken glass.
Niles, smart enough to know when he was about to get punched again, reluctantly followed suit. As he knelt, his gaze locked with the kings. The moment their eyes met, it was like a cold wind swept through his soul. He felt something crawl beneath his skin, something ancient and merciless. That gaze didnt just look at himit looked through him. He shuddered, his heart thudding like it wanted out of his chest.
The king lifted a hand, a simple gesture that summoned an assistant carrying a pillow, on which rested a crystal. The assistant approached, presenting the object like it was some holy relic.
Please place your hands on the crystal, the assistant said, voice smooth and rehearsed.
Green-hair, always the curious one, squinted at the crystal before asking, Whats it going to do?
The assistant gave a polished smile and explained that the crystal would reveal their skills and stats, as well as let them check their abilities anytime by simply saying status open. It sounded like something out of a video game. Niles half-expected someone to hand him a controller.
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With a shrug, green-hair placed his hand on the crystal. A soft glow emerged, and his status appeared in the air, projected for everyone to see:
Name: Gustavus
Skill: Healing-ish
Level: 1
Strength: 1
Stamina: 1
Speed: 1
Magic: 1
Mana: 1
Murmurs rippled through the room. Healing? That could be useful, someone muttered optimistically. But the assistant, squinting, read the details again.
Healing-ish? What does -ish mean? he asked, the smile faltering.
Niles chimed in. It means kinda like. So, kinda like healing.
The assistant nodded, chuckling nervously. Lets hope its healing in an ultimate form, then! he said. But when Gustavus tapped for more details, the room fell silent as the text read: Easing inflicted painnot to be confused with regular healing.
The cheerfulness evaporated, the hope sucked out of the room like air from a coffin.
The assistant cleared his throat, forcing a grin. Lets move on, he said, his voice brittle as glass. He turned to Niles. Please, your turn.
Niles touched the crystal. It flared up again, revealing his stats:
Name: Niles
Skill: Barrier-ish
Level: 1
Strength: 1
Stamina: 1
Speed: 1
Magic: 1
Mana: 1
The murmurs resumed. A barrier could come in handy, someone noted, hope creeping back into the room. But then Niles tapped for more details, and the assistant read aloud: Kinda like a barrier, but doesnt work as a barrier. Sorry.
The silence that followed was suffocating. What kind of skill has sorry in it? a voice exclaimed.
Niles, disappointed in his own stats: Man, my stats are worthless. How do I increase them?
The assistant, in his forced cheerfulness, explained the leveling system, while Niles muttered something about how much the system sucked. But all of it was just noise, a background hum to the growing tension in the room.
Then came Red-hairs turn. He approached the crystal, his face unreadable. The room held its breath as his stats appeared:
Name: Roy
Skill: Bombardment
Level: 1
Strength: 1
Stamina: 1
Speed: 1
Magic: 1
Mana: 1
For the first time, there was no -ish attached. Roy pressed for more details, and the assistant read with relief: Summon a cannon in the sky that blast projectiles.
Finally, the room exhaled, a murmur of excitement spreading like wildfire.
The assistant beamed. Thank you for showing your skills. Now, we would like to see them in action. Follow me to the training grounds.
But something in the room had shifted. The king, silent until now, crushed a glass in his hand. The shards hit the floor with a sound that echoed through the chamber like a death knell. Niles felt the weight of those scarlet eyes again, and this time, the gaze was darker, more sinister. But they were looking at someone else The goddess shall remain here the king proclaimed.
The assistant, busy in leading the trio and the rest of the people from the room away, they walked towards the door that would lead them outside to the training facility but Niles hesitated, his feet dragging as a cold sweat broke out across his skin. The others left, but he couldnt shake the feeling that something was wrong. Very wrong.
Sir Niles, you coming? the assistant called from outside.
Ill catch up, Niles muttered, turning back toward the throne. His legs felt like lead, but he forced them to move, step by agonizing step. The kings gaze followed him, a predator watching its prey.
Hello, my name is Niles! he blurted out, his voice cracking in the cavernous silence. The words hung in the air like a bad joke, and the silence that followed was suffocating. It was as if the room itself had drawn a collective breath, waiting for something terrible to happen.
And then, finally, the king spoke. His voice was low, rumbling, and filled with the kind of menace that crawls under your skin and stays there.
What do you want? the king asked, his scarlet eyes locked onto Niles.
Chapter 4: The Duel of Desperation
Niles'' thoughts swirled, a storm brewing inside him, but nothing clear. Just that gnawing feeling, the deep itch in his gut that something was wrong. His mind raced, but his voice slipped out in a way that surprised even him. My gut says the goddess is in trouble, he said, not daring to look up at the king.
The room went still, thick with tension, and Niles realized he mightve just made the worst mistake of his life.
The king was silent, at first. Then, like a shadow spreading across a cold grave, he began his descent from the throne. Each step seemed to draw him closer and make him largerno, more beast than man. His broad shoulders blocked out the light, and his eyes burned with a wicked gleam. Your gut feeling? the king echoed, his voice low, ominous.
The air in the room grew thin, like it had all been sucked out by the kings presence. The goddess, standing a few feet away, trembled. Her once-proud bearing had wilted like a flower crushed beneath a boot. Shed seemed so confident before, proclaiming her divinity like it meant something. But now, she was a caged bird, her wings clipped, too fragile for this world.
There were others in the roomspectators. Xemera, her presence silent but sharp, eyes watching everything from the shadows. Then two men, both unsettling in their own ways. One tall and lean, carrying a black blade on his back as long as a man, his expression calm but calculating. The other grotesque. He was a mountain of flesh spilling over a small stool, his grin spread across his face like a wound, eyes gleaming with malicious glee. Both with dark hair and scarlet eyes.
Am I wrong? Niles voice cracked slightly as he stepped toward the goddess. Tell me if Im wrong. The kings eyes never left him, and with every step the king took, Niles could feel that pressure growing, pushing him into the floor.
The goddess voice was barely more than a whisper. Thank you, she murmured, her lips twitching into a smile that never reached her eyes. But please. Leave. The way she smiled, with her eyes squeezed shut and her lips tight, was the face of someone choking back tears.
Niles tried to brush it off with a grin. Oh, okay! My bad, Mr. King. His laugh was brittle, like glass about to shatter. Well, Ill be off to the training grounds then. Gotta see what this barrier-ish thing can really do! He began to walk away, the weight of Xemeras eyes following him, her words cold as ice. Youre a fool.
Yeah, I get that a lot! Niles chuckled weakly, feeling his skin prickle. People usually warm up to me after a while, I promise. But Xemeras face remained an impenetrable mask, her gaze shifting back to the king.
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Just as he reached the door, there was a soundsoft, but sharp enough to pierce the heavy air. A slap. A sickening smack that seemed to reverberate through Niles bones. His body moved before he could think, spinning on his heel to see the goddess standing face to face with the king, her cheek red, head tilted to the side.
The fat man on the stool giggled, his bloated body shaking with perverse glee.
The king was silent again, staring down at her. The goddess lowered her eyes, her hands trembling at her sides. Im sorry, she whispered, her voice breaking. Forgive me.
Niles felt something stir in his chest, something that forced him to speak again. Hey, King! His voice, too loud, echoed through the room. Sorry to interrupt, but my guts acting up again. He tried to sound light, to diffuse the situation, but his stomach churned.
The king didnt answer. He just stared at the goddess, his eyes gleaming with that same dangerous light.
Another slap. This one harder, sending her sprawling onto the cold stone floor.
The fat man let out a loud, ugly laugh, his belly shaking as if the worlds cruelty was nothing more than a joke. Her? A goddess? He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Shes just a harlot from the boonies! One pathetic skill and she acts like shes some divine savior. And what does she bring us? He waved his hands dramatically. Three useless nobodies!
Niles blood boiled. His fists clenched, knuckles white. STOP! The word ripped from his throat before he could think. The room went deadly still.
The king turned, his eyes narrowing, face twisted into something unreadable. Stop? he repeated, his voice a low growl. Who are you to give orders to a king?
Niles swallowed, feeling the weight of those scarlet eyes on him, but he forced his voice to stay steady. I challenge you. To a duel.
For a moment, it felt like the world had frozen in place. Then the fat man burst out laughing, his voice a cruel, shrill sound. Xemeras blade was drawn, its cold edge resting far too close to Niles throat. The lean man in the back focused his sight on Niles, prepared to act. The room waited for the kings response.
The king didnt laugh. He didnt even smile. A duel, he mused, his voice thoughtful. And what do you wager?
My phone, Niles said, holding it up like it was a treasure. Its top of the line, one of the marvels of my world.
The kings lips twitched. And if you win?
Niles glanced at the goddess, lying crumpled on the floor. You let her go.
The king raised an eyebrow. Anything else?
Niles blinked. I can ask for more? He didnt wait for the answer. An island! My own island to become king! And he paused, grinning I want to marry Xemera.
WHAT?! Xemera shouted, her face going pale.
I accept, the king said smoothly.
WHAT?! Xemera cried again, her voice rising in disbelief. FATHER, THIS IS INSANE!
The king ignored her. As the challenged, I choose the first duel
Niles heart pounded. But somehow, he couldnt stop grinning.
A straight duel, the king said, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Weapons, skillsuntil one party yields or dies.
Chapter 5: "BAKING CONTEST!"
You cant possibly mean to risk me marrying this man! Xemeras voice cracked like ice, her eyes fixed on her father. The King. She wasnt pleading anymorenow she was demanding. The room chilled, her words like shards of glass against the tension hanging in the air.
Across from her, the fat prince was drowning in his own laughter, the kind that makes the body shake uncontrollably. He was clutching his belly, his face red, gasping between cackles. He rolled off the stool, wheezing, At least someone wants to marry you, sister! His voice was a howling shriek, a sound that clung to the cold walls.
The tall, mysterious prince, standing in the shadows near the pillar, allowed himself the smallest of smirks, though he looked away when Xemeras furious glare landed on him. He didnt dare let it grow into a full smile. Xemeras fury was palpable.
The King, however, stood motionless. The very air around him seemed to thicken as he turned his cold gaze to his daughter. His voice, soft but edged with menace, cut through the room like a knife. Xemera.
She stiffened. Yes, my King? Her voice was barely above a whisper now.
The tension snapped like a whip, the stone floor beneath them cracking as the Kings power rippled through the roomjust a taste of what he could do. The cold, violent energy radiating from him was unmistakable, like the final breath of a winter storm before it crushes everything in its path.
Are you saying you think Ill lose? His words were soft, but the accusation hung like a guillotine blade.
Xemeras face drained of all color. Of course not, Father! she stammered, the fear choking her, Please forgive me.
And thenBAKING CONTEST!
Niles voice shattered the moment like a rock through a stained-glass window. All eyes turned to him, standing there, finger raised like hed just solved a cosmic riddle.
What? The confusion was tangible, hanging in the room like smoke.
Niles grinned, unbothered by the absurdity of it all. I make some killer freshly baked bread, he continued. Since I made three requests there should be three duels. Its my turn to pick the second duel. Baking contest it is!
For a moment, the King blinked. And then, to everyones shock, he nodded slowly, as though mulling over the bizarre challenge. The man had lived a long time. Hed seen much, endured much, but he wasnt above humoring a fool if it meant a bit of entertainment. Very well. A true king should know how to feed his people.
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The fat prince squealed in delight, banging his fists against the floor like a spoiled child. The tall prince raised an eyebrow but said nothing, still a stone statue in the corner.
Fair enough, the King continued. Then the final duel will be a test of strength and skill. Thumb war.
Niles, still riding the high of having slipped a baking contest into a life-or-death duel, nodded enthusiastically. Oh yeah. Sounds good.
You have until sundown to prepare, the King decreed. With a casual wave, he turned, his children scattering like leaves caught in a violent gust of wind.
Niles spun around to face the goddess, his grin wide and unfazed. Alright, Goddess, lets do this! Just power me up with some of your goddess magic and this will be easy as pie!
The goddess blinked, still trying to process the madness that had just unfolded. Uhm Sir Niles, she started, her voice soft, my abilityit was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. I cant do it again. She sighed, her shoulders sagging under the weight of reality. The King spent almost the entire nations wealth for my mission, hoping Id summon great champions for the war effort. Instead, I I brought you, Gustavus, and Roy. She gave him a weak smile.
Niles face froze mid-grin. The enormity of what shed said hit him like a sledgehammer.
And, she continued, looking away, Im not really a goddess. My name is Aurelia. Im from a small noble family from the outskirts and was born with the skill to once in my life visit the heavens. The title of having a goddess helps the Kings influence over the other nations.
Niles scratched the back of his head. I see.
But, Aurelias voice softened, thank you.
He caught her smile, a flicker of warmth in this cold, dead room. For a moment, it felt worth it.
Until she said, Also, the King is one of the most powerful beings in this world. They call him the Dragon of the Thousand Crowns. Every crown he wears, hes taken by force. And they later fuse them into the throne. Her eyes filled with dread.
Niles blinked. What a flex!
Aurelias smile faded as she dropped the final hammer. Losing the duel means death.
Niles gulped. The reality of what hed just gotten himself into was sinking in like quicksand. He laughed nervously. Well, lets get to work then! He grabbed Aurelias hand. The worst that can happen is I die, right?
She chuckled, but her eyes betrayed the worry. Right, she muttered.
They stepped outside, the air crisp and biting. Niles! Roy, his red hair catching the sunlight, waved from the training yard. We were worried! What happened?
Gustavus, his green hair like a forest canopy in the breeze, chimed in. Yeah, one of the princesXhiva, big guy, laughs like a madmancame by and said some idiot challenged the King to a duel.
Roy glanced at Niles, his eyes narrowing. Wait why arent you saying anything?
Niles shrugged, guilt spreading across his face like spilled ink. Gustavus began muttering under his breath, No, no, no, no, no
Roys voice cracked with realization. Waitwas that idiot you?
Niles, grinning sheepishly, held up his hands. Guys, I can explain.
Gustavus exploded. NO! YOU IDIOT! YOU GO APOLOGIZE NOW!
Niles grin widened into something mischievous. Dont worryIve got a plan.
Chapter 6: Planet Buddies and a Catastrophic Cannon
Gustavus kept his face as stony as he could manage, but the worry behind his eyes flickered like candlelight. "So, whats your grand plan?" he asked, with the grim tone of a man who already knew the answer wouldnt be comforting.
Niles grinned, oblivious to the gravity of the situation. "Its going to involve a lot of luck... and you guys, my best friends."
Roy cut in before Gustavus could respond, the exasperation sharp in his voice. "You''re out of luck, then. Were not your friends. Weve known each other for about an hour since the truck."
"Ah, come on!" Niles protested, his grin faltering. "Were all from Earth, that makes us"
"Planet buddies?" Roy interrupted, his patience thin as a wire. "Any other plan? One that doesnt involve imaginary friendships?"
Niless face lit up as if he''d struck gold. "Okay, last plan. Ill use my secret technique the Puppy Eyes Attack, and defeat the king with my overwhelming cuteness."
He then gave them his best doe-eyed, smoochy-faced look, lips puckered like a child begging for candy.
Roy didnt even blink. "Youre dead."
"Yup, totally dead," Gustavus agreed with a smirk that barely touched his eyes.
Roy shook his head, almost pitying him. "I cant even say it was nice knowing you."
Gustavus joined in, not missing a beat. "If you get reincarnated, lets hope its as someone with at least half a brain."
Niles, looking wounded in his very soul, sputtered, "But guys!"
Aurelia chuckled softly at the banter, her laugh light but with an edge of sadness. She stepped forward and began explaining the three duels to Roy and Gustavus: the straight battle, the baking contest, and the hand-grip duel. Her voice wavered slightly, but the absurdity of the situation kept her grounded in the moment.
Baking contest?" Gustavus asked, frowning, but only slightly bothered by the absurdity of it all. "What are you gonna make?"
"Scones," Niles said, dead serious. "Ill serve them with butter and cheese. Its gonna be lit."
Gustavus stared at him for a moment, processing. "Huh," he muttered, scratching his chin. "Then maybe theres a way to win after all."
Roys temper finally snapped. "How''s he gonna bake anything when he''s dead after the first duel? And why are we even discussing this?"
Before any of them could answer, several servants were bustling in the background, setting up ovens and preparing the area for the upcoming duel as if this were just another day at court.
One of the assistants, hesitant and unsure whether the trio was having a serious discussion or playing out their own farce, approached cautiously. "Excuse me, Sir Roy, Sir Gustavus, Sir Niles," he began, his voice as tentative as his steps. "Are you ready to display your skills?"
Roy glanced at Niles and Gustavus before answering for all of them, with a wave of his hand. "Lead the way."
The assistant led them to the back of the training center where a ragged scarecrow dummy dressed in battered armor stood waiting like some sad sentinel of a forgotten battlefield. The assistant gestured towards it. "Id like to see your skill, Sir Roy. Hit the target with whatever technique you possess."
Roy grinned, the kind of grin that only shows when someones been waiting for their moment. "Finally, my time to shine."
He muttered under his breath, Status open, glancing at the invisible panel that only he could see. His fingers moved in the air, pushing an unseen button.
He cracked his knuckles, his grin widening. "Okay, ready for this?"
With a snap of his fingers, Roy shouted, "Bombardment!"
Above them, the air split open like the sky itself had been torn apart. A portal, jagged like a wound, appeared and from it descended a cannon, massive and ancient, brimming with energy that thrummed ominously. It hung there in the air, vibrating, as if impatient to unleash its fury.
The assistant took a step back, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear. Roy just smiled, his chest puffed out with pride.
The cannon Roy summoned seemed to hum with an almost sentient energy, casting a deep shadow over the training grounds. Its barrel gleamed in the low light, and the sheer size of it made even the seasoned assistant tremble a bit.
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Impressive, Gustavus muttered under his breath. Even Roy, as cocky as he was, seemed surprised at the spectacle he''d conjured.
Niles leaned over to Aurelia, whispering in her ear, Do you think he knows how to control that thing?
Aurelia smirked. He better.
Roy raised his hand, ready to give the command that would launch the attack. He straightened his posture, looking every bit the part of a man in command of his power. Prepare to witness greatness, gentlemen, he declared, savoring the moment.
But just as he was about to fire, the cannon gave a shudderan ominous, low rumble that didnt sound like it was entirely under Roys control. His cocky grin faltered for a split second.
Uh, Roy? Niles said, taking a cautious step back.
Relax, I got this, Roy snapped, though the growing concern in his eyes told a different story.
Before Roy could give the final command, the cannon jerked violently, swinging to the right and locking its aim on something far beyond the dummya distant tower that was part of the fortress wall.
Roy, wait! Gustavus shouted.
But it was too late.
BOMBAR! Roy began, and the cannon cut him off, firing with a deafening roar.
A massive, blinding blast of energy erupted from the cannons barrel, hurtling through the air at breakneck speedcompletely missing the target dummy. Instead, the blast arced over the training grounds and collided with the tower. The sound of the explosion was thunderous, and chunks of stone flew through the air as part of the tower crumbled from the impact.
Dust and debris rained down, and the tower''s bell gave one last forlorn ring before crashing to the ground.
Roy stood frozen, his mouth hanging open in horror. Oh no.
The assistant gasped, staring wide-eyed at the smoking remains of the once-proud tower. The... the king''s tower!
Niles, who had wisely ducked behind a bench when the cannon fired, peeked over the edge. Wow... I didnt think youd destroy the kings actual castle.
Gustavus shook his head in disbelief. How did you miss the dummy by that much?!
Roy, still in shock, muttered, I dont know. It was... supposed to be aimed right at the target
In the distance, alarm bells began to ring, and guards could be heard rushing toward the scene, shouting orders and trying to assess the damage. The assistant turned pale, his face a mask of panic. This... this is very bad, he mumbled, clearly dreading the kings reaction.
Niles burst out laughing, unable to contain himself. Dude, you didnt just miss! You declared war on the kings architecture!
Roy finally snapped out of his daze, glaring at Niles. Shut up! It was just... a miscalculation!
Gustavus snorted. A miscalculation? You blew up part of the fortress!
Roy crossed his arms defensively, trying to regain some composure. Well, at least it was a strong attack.
Niles wiped away a tear of laughter. Sure, if the goal was to take down a castle, then yeah, you nailed it!
The assistant, still looking like he might faint, glanced nervously at the crumbling tower.
The scene shifted awkwardly as Roy stood there, frozen, feeling the weight of his colossal failure. His voice cracked as he tried to redeem himself, My dear planet buddies
Nope, not gonna happen, Niles cut him off, not missing a beat.
But guys, Roy whined, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Come on, we should have each others backs.
The assistant, still standing dumbfounded, was too shocked to react. His face paled as he realized he might be partially responsible for this mess.
Before anyone could respond, soldiers hurried over, carrying a wounded man on a stretcher. His armor was crushed, and he looked barely alive. Please, heal him! one soldier exclaimed, urgency in his voice. He was guarding the tower that was struck by the enemys surprise attack!
All eyes turned to Gustavus, who had just witnessed the mans agony. Panic filled his expression as he fumbled to open his status screen. Status open, he muttered, scanning it at a painfully slow pace.
Hurry up! one of the soldiers urged, his voice frantic.
O-okay, Ill try, Gustavus stammered, his green hair falling into his eyes as he gathered his courage. He raised his hand, and with a shaky voice, shouted, Healing!
A soft green light enveloped the wounded soldier. How do you feel? Gustavus asked, his voice full of hopeful anticipation.
The soldier shifted slightly, his groans of pain easing. Huh not bad, he mumbled. The pains gone
The soldiers erupted into cheers. Thank you, Sir Gustavus! You saved him!
Gustavus smiled, puffing up with pride until the soldier coughed violently, blood splattering the ground. His eyes glazed over as he died, a faint smile still on his lips.
One soldier quickly checked the mans pulse and paled. Sir Gustavus... I think hes dead.
Without breaking stride, Gustavus had already turned and walked away with unnerving calmness. My work here is done, he declared in a voice filled with self-satisfaction.
But you didnt do anything, one soldier muttered in disbelief.
There was nothing more I could do, Gustavus said solemnly, his back turned. If you have further questions, ask my planet buddies over there, he added with a casual wave, gesturing toward Niles and Roy.
The murmurs among the soldiers were not kind. Is that guy really a summoned champion? Worst healer Ive ever seen
The assistant, who had watched the entire scene unfold, looked like he was going to faint. He gazed at the destroyed tower, the dead soldier, and the chaos swirling around him. Speechless.
Niles placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. You did your best, he said, his voice full of mock solemnity. But you really should take responsibility for this.
The assistant blinked, confused. Sir Niles what do you mean?
Niles sighed theatrically, shaking his head. This wouldnt have happened if you werent so eager to see our skills. You shouldve thought about safety first. But dont worry, Ill put in a good word with the king.
Roy stepped in, placing a hand on the assistants other shoulder. Yeah, dont beat yourself up, buddy. You live and learn. But seriously, you gotta own up to this.
The assistant, now on the verge of tears, stammered, But I can also be a planet buddy, right? Lets help each other... please?
Roy and Niles exchanged smirks, barely holding back their laughter at the assistants desperate attempt to cling to some sense of camaraderie.
Niles gave a half-serious nod. Well see what we can do, he said, patting the assistants shoulder while surveying the chaos theyd left behind.
Chapter 7: The Gaze of Truth
In one of the castles grand meeting rooms, King Xerxes and his three childrenXhiva, Xander, and Xemerastood around a massive table draped with a map of the continent. The kings brow was furrowed as he traced the placement of his armies with a practiced hand.
Whats all the commotion out there? the king asked, glancing up with mild disinterest as distant shouts and the sounds of crumbling stone filtered in through the open window.
Xander, the tall, lean prince with a blade always at his side, leaned casually against the window frame, having observed much of the chaos unfolding below. He hesitated briefly before responding, It seems that Roy, the red-haired one of the summoned, tested his skill... on the kings tower. He cast a careful look at his father. It appears the entire tower took the brunt of the blow, father.
The king hardly looked up from the map. Think it can be repaired by tomorrows ball?
Xander shook his head. Highly doubtful.
Then showcase it tomorrow as a testament to our kingdoms unrivaled destructive power. No wallnor castlestands in our way. He moved one of his generals figurines on the map with a curt nudge. And casualties?
One of our own, Xander replied, his tone solemn. A guard stationed in the tower.
The king sighed, massaging his temples. A pity, he muttered, dismissing the matter.
Xemera stepped forward, her face set with fierce determination. Father, why did you agree to a duel with this fool?
The king finally moved to the window where Xander stood, observing the scattered remains of the towers upper walls. Xhiva, his rotund, food-loving son, remained slouched in his chair, more concerned with the array of delicacies before him than with the chaos outside.
There are two reasons, the king replied. One, to avoid even the slightest shadow of weakness on our throne. Imagine the talk if word spread that I declined a challenge?
Father, our people would never doubt you, Xemera insisted, pride swelling in her voice.
The king offered a tight, mirthless smile. Perhaps. But if that were always true, the throne of a thousand crowns would be much less decorated. Better to uproot doubt before it spreads. He lowered himself onto a high-backed chair, his gaze drifting to the ornately painted ceiling above them. And second something that even surprised me.
Xemeras curiosity piqued. What do you mean, Father?
The king raised an eyebrow toward Xhiva, who looked up between bites of honeyed pastry. Xhiva, remind mewhat is my skill?
Xhiva swallowed hurriedly, licking his fingers as he replied, Veritas Gaze, Father. Your gaze alone reveals the truth, a power feared across the realm. Even a flicker of dishonesty trembles under its light.
The king nodded, satisfied, and continued, his children hanging onto his every word. When that fool boasted about his top-of-the-line artifact, it was an obvious lie. He paused, noticing his childrens unsurprised expressions. But then he added, However, the next thing he saidthat it was a marvel of his worldthat was true.
Xemera gasped, her face a mix of disbelief and indignation. Xhiva set down his food, looking stunned, while Xander, usually lost in his own thoughts, raised an intrigued eyebrow.
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The king exhaled, almost reluctantly. The man may be a fool, but even a fools truth can hold power. Im not so foolish myself as to let slip the opportunity to harness whatever technology his world can offer.
There was a sudden knock at the door. Straightening, the king dismissed his children with a wave. Well resume our strategy discussions later. Each of you should prepare for tomorrows ball; representatives from far and wide will attend, and I expect you all to bring pride to our house.
Enter, he called out, and the head chef and several assistants stepped inside, each bowing deeply.
My king, the royal kitchen stands ready for your duel preparations, the head chef announced. With your permission, well ensure that you prevail against this challenger who dares face you in the art of baking.
The kings gaze sharpened with determination as he moved through the assembled chefs. Victory will be absolute.
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It was finally Niles turn to showcase his skill. He hadnt bothered to read any instructionshe just said, Barrier! and, with a flicker of light, a translucent, blue-tinged wall the size of a door emerged in front of him. Intrigued, he swung his arm, and the barrier moved in sync. Huh, this is actually pretty neat, Niles murmured, watching the barrier follow his hand, swaying left, then right.
The others watched cautiously from a safe distance, their nerves still on edge after the previous mishaps. Roy, secretly hoping for a minor disaster that might overshadow his own catastrophic cannon misfire, sighed in disappointment. Gustavus, however, looked impressedit was the first useful thing hed seen Niles do since theyd met.
Aurelia smiled, pleased. At least Niles had been granted something that seemed somewhat practical. With any luck, he might be able to wield it in the duel against King Xerxes.
When he finished, Niles canceled the skill with a dramatic flourish, dropping his hand like he was dismissing a mic. He turned to his planet buddies, grinning with pride that his skill demonstration hadnt ended in catastrophe.
Well done, Sir Niles! the assistant applauded. Thank you for sharing your skill.
Niles took a deep bow, as if hed just been given a prestigious award. It doesnt get better than this! he declared, flexing his arms. I say its time to skip to town.
The assistant looked alarmed. Youre not planning to dodge the duel, are you?
What? No! Niles looked almost hurt. I just want to see the town.
The assistant hesitated but finally admitted, Due to... the accidenthe gestured to the wrecked castle tower, still smoldering from Roys mishap"were all confined here until its safe again.
Niles sighed, his excitement deflating. It seemed bureaucracy, his age-old nemesis from Earth, had followed him here.
Well, he said, guess Ill start making connections right here. Do a little networking.
Networking? Aurelia echoed, eyebrow raised.
Yeah, making friends. Like I did with Roy and Gustavus here, he said, slinging his arm around his planet buddies. Right, guys?
Roy gave him a sidelong glance. Id use my cannon on you, but Im too tired. Guess Im out of mana or something. Actually, Im pretty sure I need to lie down.
Oh no, please! Niles threw up his hands in mock surrender. Spare the rest of the castle; it never hurt you! Gustavus chuckled, and even Roy let out a reluctant laugh.
Roy, you know, I could try my healing on you, Gustavus offered, wiggling his fingers like a ghostly puppeteer near Roys face.
Roy leaned away, horrified. No, thanks! The only person you ever tried to heal died horribly, remember?
Pretty poor save rate for a healer, Niles joked, and they all broke into laughter. Somehow, in the midst of the absurdity, there was a real sense of camaraderie.
Anyway, Niles said after a beat, dusting himself off Im going to take a stroll around the castle, anyone, care to join me?
The assistant piped up nervously, Actually, Sir Niles Sir Roy and Sir Gustavus, as well as myself, still need to stay back to report the recent incidents. He shot a pointed look at Roy, who avoided his gaze with a sheepish shrug.
But Sir Niles, since you and Lady Aurelia werent involved in any of the accidents, youre free to go for a stroll, the assistant added, with more relief than professionalism.
Aurelia, managing to suppress her own grin, gave him a steady nod. Lead the way, oh master of networking.
Roy sighed, waving them off with a smirk. Have fun, you two. Just dont go breaking any towers.
Niles threw an exaggerated salute back at him. No promises. And with that, he and Aurelia set off, leaving the others to face the castles inevitable questions.
Chapter 8: A Promised Crown
It was a strange thing to stroll around the castle when everyone else was on high alert. But in each others company, an easy atmosphere settled in. Niles, curious as ever, peppered Aurelia with questions. She happily shared stories about her family house, the journey that led her here, and even mentioned one oddity that struck Niles: she has only met her mother once.
They wandered through various parts of the castlethe courtyard, the barracks, and even caught sight of the king himself in the kitchens. He was surrounded by the chef and his staff, meticulously instructing them on ingredients for his duel recipe. He seemed to be enjoying himself, but his expression hardened to a commanding glare when he caught Niles watching nearby. With a sharp order for more flour and berries, he turned away.
Eventually, they reached the castle moat, a serpentine barrier of water coiled around the fortress walls. The drawbridge was pulled up, and two guards stood by, eating pastries between their shifts. One, carrying a spear, saw Aurelia approach and immediately stood straighter. "Greetings, Goddess!" he said respectfully.
Aurelia offered him a warm smile. "Thank you, brave soldier, for keeping the castle safe," she replied, her voice carrying the grace expected of her title. The guard''s face lit up at her words.
The other guard, with a sword and shield, glanced toward the tower, still smoldering faintly from Roys earlier mishap. "Lovely weather, though a bit damp from falling debris," he chuckled, gesturing at the damaged structure. Aurelia laughed, explaining the incident as they all shared a knowing glance.
The guard with the shield then looked at Niles with cautious curiosity. "Ah, so youre the one who challenged the king to a duel?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Thats me! Niles declared, standing tall. "And its been a pleasure meeting you fine folks."
The guard extended a hand, smiling. Well, I appreciate that, even if its likely farewell. And I wish you luck. Niles reached out and took the soldiers hand in a firm shake. But the moment they touched, the guards face froze, a strange expression flickering across his features.
Whats wrong? Aurelia asked, a touch of concern in her voice.
The guard hesitated, as if reluctant to speak, but after a moments thought, he sighed. "Nothing wrong, per se. Its just my skill. When I touch someone, I get a reading of their nature, whether they lean toward good or bad."
Niles blinked in surprise, clearly fascinated. "Well? Whats the verdict? he asked with a smirk.
The guard looked from Niles to Aurelia and back. Youre neither. Or maybe both, he said, brow furrowing. Its unusual.
"Both?" Niles grinned, unbothered. So, that means Im like... complex or something, right? He laughed, clapping the guard on the shoulder. See? Youre the real powerhouse here with that skillknowing the nature of everyone you meet.
The guard, Felix, chuckled, shaking his head. Its not all-powerful. People change. What I see is just a current state, not a constant. But he softened, appreciating Niless enthusiasm. Still, thanks. The names Felix, by the way.
Pleasure, Felix, Im Niles! Niles said, giving his new friend a nod. The other guard, however, stood slightly aloof, raising an eyebrow as if wondering why Felix would bother making friends with someone who might not survive the day. Yet, despite it all, the guard was grateful; thanks to Niless braveryor sheer foolishnesshe and the other soldiers had enjoyed freshly baked bread from the king himself."
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Niles and Aurelia continued their stroll, wandering through grand halls lined with artpaintings, statues, relics of past glory. Aurelia, well-versed in the lands history, shared all she knew with him, recounting tales and legends as they walked. Being in the company of the goddess seemed to open countless doors for Niles. Soon, they found themselves back in the throne room, where cleaning staff were hard at work, preparing for tomorrows ball.
Ball? Niles asked, raising an eyebrow. I havent received an invitation.
Aurelia smirked. Its in your honor, actuallya celebration of your summoning or rather, a show to flaunt our new ''military might.''"
Niles gasped in mock horror. But wemy planet buddies and Iare totally useless.
Thats not common knowledge, she replied with a cunning smile. All warfare is based on deception much like my supposed divinity.
They walked closer to the Throne of a Thousand Crowns. Aurelias gaze softened. Theres something Id like you to see. She pointed to a small crown fused into the intricate design of gold and gemstones: a modest band of gold, edged with a thin line of silver, a small sapphire gleaming at its center. She brushed her fingers over it. This one belonged to my family, before we bowed to our current king. She stepped back, murmuring, Bless his name.
Niles studied the crown, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I promised Roy Id avoid wrecking any more towers but I didnt say anything about stealing a crown. He grinned at her.
For a moment, Aurelia looked shocked, then broke into laughter at the outrageous notion of anyone prying a crown from the kings own throne. Niles smiled, his tone sincere. I promise to return this crown to you one day.
She shook her head. You cant be serious!
Niles, watching the sun dip lower on the horizon, signaling the duels approach, exhaled, Its more for me than for you, he said softly.
Aurelia looked at him, and for a fleeting moment, the last light of day seemed to wrap around him, casting him in a warm glow. He explained, If I have a reason to return from the duel then maybe the goddess of luck will be on my side.
They stood there, on the very spot where Niles had first issued his challenge to the king, yet the mood had shifted. Aurelia gazed at him, and in that light, he looked like a true championhowever unlikely he seemed.
Both fell into silence.
Why did you save me? Niles whispered to Aurelia, his voice steady but searching. At the courtyard, your plea saved my life.
Aurelias gaze shifted away, but her tone was earnest. I had planned to escapeto run so far that this kingdoms reach would never find me, she said, biting her lip as if to hold back the bitterness. I knew the king would be furious, but after what happened in the heavens She trailed off, gathering her thoughts before continuing, Seeing you risk deathit didnt feel right. It was like Id dragged you into this. She paused, then tilted her head, curious. By the way, why did you get in the truck?
Niles chuckled, a little sheepish. Honestly? I saw your beauty, heard your voice calling me, and thought, This is ita new beginning. He looked off into the distance. I wasnt wrong about that, apparently. But really, Id been dreaming about starting a familycoming home to someone who greets you with their whole heart. That kind of life feels precious. Realizing how serious he sounded, he lightened up with a grin. And with todays competition on dating apps, all the filters and whatnot, its a struggle out there!
He chuckled, but Aurelia only half-smiled, gazing into the same distance as Niles, her fingers combing through her golden hair. I think thats a wonderful dream, she murmured.
By the way, Niles shifted gears, why only bring three guys in the truck? No women?
Aurelia smirked, quick to respond. I tried, but apparently, women in your world are smart enough not to jump into strange vehicles with strangers.
Ah! Niles replied, laughing as he nodded in understanding.
The familiar assistant from earlier appeared, slightly out of breath. Sir Niles, he said, its time for the duel.
Niles turned to him, his face set with newfound determination. Lead the way, planet buddy.
Chapter 9: The Duel Begins. Xerxes, King of Xandria, the Dragon of a Thousand Crowns vs. Niles
A huge crowd had gathered around the training grounds. Nobles, assistants, soldierseveryone stationed within the castle wallsstood poised, their gazes fixed on the impending spectacle. The setting sun bathed the sky in hues of fiery orange and soft pink, casting an otherworldly glow over the courtyard.
At one end stood King Xerxes, armored and imposing, his hands resting atop a massive two-handed sword with the tip buried firmly in the ground, a symbol of raw, immovable power. Behind him loomed his elite Xargian Guard, their helmets bearing the snarling visages of fierce predators: bears, lions, eaglesall poised for the hunt. But it was a soldier adorned with a helmet shaped like a roaring dragons maw who stood closest to the king, signaling his elevated rank. The Xargian Guard were renowned as relentless and formidable; no one dared underestimate them. Niles caught sight of the guard wearing the wolf helmet. He hadnt entirely forgiven the punch from earlier, but he made a note to remember the helmeted figure for later.
The king''s children, Xemena and Xhiva, sat at the long end of the field, their eyes locked on the arena. Aurelia sat beside Xemena, a testament to her position as the goddess and her pledge to remain neutral. Xander stood nearby, slightly apart from the others as always, a silent observer with eyes that missed nothing.
In Niless corner, his "planet-buddies," Roy and Gustavus, rallied around him. Xemena watched from her seat, raising an eyebrow as Gustavus attempted to ease Niless tension with an impromptu backrub while Roy bellowed strategies in his face, his voice intense as if infused with every bit of motivation he could muster. The energy in their corner was electric, the trio working in what could only be described as chaotic harmony. At one point, Roy even gave Niles a few sharp slaps to the face.
Perhaps the slapping is for energy purposes, Xemena murmured to herself. But then, clear as day, she heard Roys shout: What do you mean you went for a stroll instead of training before the duel? I thought you were just joking. Im gonna smack the idiocy right out of you! Gustavus, cringing in horror, wailed, Please, just apologizeits never too late! I dont want to end up like you!
Their assistant, not one to be outdone, looked ready to faint. Sir Niles, he cried, what do you mean I should wear your clothes and pretend to be you for the first and third rounds?
Xemena snickered and shook her head. I guess thats not it. Turning to Aurelia, she remarked, So, Goddess, here we are. Your champion stands there, prepared to fight for your honor and shoulder your blame. How does that make you feel? Her voice dripped with contempt, yet Aurelia met Xemenas gaze unflinchingly.
I feel human, Aurelia replied, the words as much a revelation to herself as to Xemena. Xemena scowled; it wasnt the answer shed expected or wanted, and that irked her. But Aurelia couldnt deny what she felt in this momentan intense, unfiltered humanity, stirred by the presence of someone willing to stand up for her without expecting anything in return. Xemenas eyes narrowed, scarlet and unforgiving, as she leaned close to Aurelia. Youre not safe yet. Remember that.
Xhiva, the corpulent prince, overheard the exchange and snorted. Sister, its no wonder you have no female companions with small talk like that. He laughed and reached into a satchel, pulling out a decadent pastry. And before you do anything to the goddess, I want my turn with her. His lecherous eyes crawled over Aurelia, and she felt a chill sink into her bones.
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Careful, brother, Xemena replied, her tone almost playful. Keep talking like that, and you might be the next one challenged to a duel by the goddesss fool of a champion. Both laughed, their voices laced with cruelty, causing Aurelia to look down, clinging to a silent prayer for Niless success.
The king, tired of the spectacle being reduced to jest, slammed his sword into the ground, the clash ringing through the courtyard. It was a summons, an unmistakable command to proceed with the duel.
The assistant coughed loudly, drawing attention as he separated himself from Niless antics. Straightening his stance, he declared, Ladies and gentlemen, we gather here to witness the duel between these two men. Please, introduce yourselves.
The king spoke first, his voice carrying authority. I am Xerxes, King of Xandria, the Dragon of a Thousand Crowns! He raised his sword, its gleaming tip aimed at Niles.
Niles, scrambling to think of something suitably impressive, improvised. Uh Im Niles, a cool guy from Earth!
King Xerxess Veritas Gaze fell upon him, and Niles felt an oddly physical sensation of judgment. The kings slight shake of his head indicated the cool part hadnt exactly rung true. Embarrassed, Niles tried again, this time mumbling, Niles, a pretty funny guy from Earth? The kings expression remained unimpressed.
Oh, come on, Niles muttered in defeat. Alright, Im Niles. This time, the king nodded.
In Niless corner, Gustavus looked bewildered. What the hell is wrong with him? he whispered, while Roy, equally baffled, sighed, Hes lost it.
The assistant then stepped in to explain the rules: a straightforward duel, all skills and weapons allowed. But Niles stood with no armor, no weapon, and seemingly no planmainly because no one had lent him anything.
The king, noting this, arched an eyebrow. It seems youre confident, coming weaponless to a duel. Very well. In a surprising move, he cast his own sword aside.
Roy grinned. This will cost the king dearly. Gustavus nodded approvingly. Just as planned.
The assistant raised his voice. BEGIN!
Niless hands darted into his pockets as the king rushed forward, practically airborne. Pocket sand! Niles shouted, flinging a handful of gritty sand toward the kings eyes.
Perfect! Roy yelled, his confidence swelling. Weve got this!
But things didnt go as planned. The king sidestepped with ease, the sand scattering harmlessly. Silence fell over the courtyard as Niles froze, stunned his attack hadnt worked. King Xerxes, his face dark with anger at such a mockery, glared. Enough games. Ill end you as I did your friend. He raised his palm, preparing a powerful, bone-rattling slap, his form a blur of speed.
Barrier! Niles cried, summoning a translucent wall of light just before impact. The glowing shield should have been perfecta rock-solid defense. The kings momentum alone should have guaranteed a spectacular crash.
Unfortunately, the barrier was more barrier-ish. The king passed through it as though it were nothing but a faint mist. Oh, was Niless last thought before the slap connected, sending him tumbling across the courtyard. Rocks scattered, and dust rose in clouds around him.
The assistant, approaching as Niles lay sprawled in the dirt, asked, Do you yield, Sir Niles?
Niles, still disoriented, whispered back, Do I look cooler if I keep going?
The assistant considered, glancing back at the unimpressed crowd. Honestly, Sir Niles, Id say your reputation is worse off than when you started.
That was enough for Niles. I yield, he managed, but only if you make it sound cool.
The assistant nodded, his voice booming out to the gathered crowd. Our king has bravely fought a summoned champion from another world! Though the depths of Niless true power remain a mystery, today our king has emerged victorious!
Niles gave a shaky thumbs-up from the ground. Awesome, bro.
Chapter 10: The Baking Contest - The Second Duel Begins
The crowds applause was tepid at best, an obligatory patter rather than genuine excitement. Given the massive audience, the brief duel seemed almost underwhelmingexpectations had been high for the summoned champion, only for Niles to fall within moments.
Aurelia, outwardly composed, couldnt hide the worry in her eyes, though she dared not step from her place. Xemenas expression was a study in smug indifference, her raised brow almost speaking: What did you expect? Meanwhile, Xhiva, now done with his pastries, lumbered toward the dessert table, unbothered by the fights conclusion, as if it had been nothing more than an uninteresting interruption.
The king stood silent, perhaps appearing unsatisfied to those who didnt know him well. In truth, something deeper lingered in his gaze as he looked across at his eldest son, Xander, their scarlet eyes connecting. Between them, unspoken but understood, was a shared realization: if Niless barrier had been fully formeda true, solid wallXerxess reckless rush might have turned out differently. Charging in rage after Niless sand trick had been a novice mistake, and the king knew it. This duel had served its purpose, but it had also left him with a feeling that hed learned something. He wasnt sure what yet, but it had seeded curiosity.
With a last glance at the fallen Niles, Xerxes turned on his heel, heading back to his corner as the cheering finally started to build.
Gustavus and Roy rushed over to Niles. Howre you feeling? Gustavus asked, leaning in.
Not very manly, Niles mumbled.
Dont worry, no one ever thought you were, Roy snickered.
Niles chuckled despite himself. But my body hurts. That slap packed more
Healing! Gustavus shouted, interrupting with a flourish. Green light wrapped around Niles like a soft, glowing blanket, and he had just enough time to shout, WAIT, DONT YOU D-
Suddenly, the pain in his body eased. He exhaled, surprised. Oh it doesnt hurt so much anymore.
Gustavus puffed up with pride. Cant heal your broken pride, though, he said smugly, but hey, congratulations on being my first satisfied patient!
Niles considered pretending the healing had gone wrong just to mess with him, but seeing Gustavuss pride, he settled for a sincere, Thanks.
Roy pulled him to his feet, and Niles offered both of them a genuine smile. Thank you, guys.
They returned his grin, but the moment was short-lived. Gustavus quipped, Pity I cant heal your useless skill, How about his face? Roy smirked. Im a healer C not a surgeon. Gustavus laughed.
The assistants voice boomed over the arena, leaving no time for Niles to answer on his planet buddies verbal betrayal. Light the ovens! All duelists, report to your prep stations!
Niles exhaled deeply, steeling himself. Alright, guys, he grinned. This ones in the bag. Just watch.
The assistants voice rang over the training court, announcing the rules. This baking duel will have a time limit of one hour.
Niles nodded confidently, turning to Roy and Gustavus. An hour? Thats plenty!
The three exchanged determined glances as the assistant continued, The duelists will be judged by a panel of three. The contestant with the most votes wins! A dramatic pause hung over the crowd before the assistant concluded, And I am proud to announce that our judges will be none other than prince Xander, princess Xemera, and prince Xhiva.
The crowd erupted in cheers. Show them what were made of! someone shouted, while another voice echoed, Long live King Xerxes!
The mood in Niless corner deflated. His confidenceshared by Roy and Gustavus moments beforewavered. The kings children? Their chances of a fair win suddenly seemed bleak.
Across the court, Aurelia sat motionless, eyes wide with worry, her neutrality as the goddess tested. Xemenas scarlet gaze flicked toward her, a smirk pulling at her lips. Oh, goddess, that look suits you. She leaned in, voice dripping with malice. Ive never seen a goddess cry before. I wonder which would taste sweeter: our fathers victory, or your tears as you watch your champion lose his head? She laughed, her laughter echoed by Xhiva, who watched Aurelia with a hungry glint.
Aurelia forced herself to stay calm, but as her champion readied himself, she couldnt help but silently plead for a miracle.
In the center of the training square, the royal kitchen had set up an impressive spread of ingredients and tools, a full pantry at the ready.
BEGIN! the assistants voice echoed after a short break.
King Xerxes wasted no time, darting to the temporary pantry and snatching ingredients in swift, efficient movements, like a man grabbing essentials at the market minutes before closing. Ingredients piled high in his basket as he moved with determination.
Niles, on the other hand, strolled up to the pantry, his approach calm and meticulous. He took his time inspecting the options, noting the absence of baking powderan item that apparently didnt exist in this world. With a mental note to improvise, he selected a variety of flours, salt, butter, and milk. Grabbing a few useful kitchen tools, he set off back to his station.
Over at the kings station, activity was already a flurry of motion. Xerxes had seeds roasting in the oven and was vigorously mixing ingredients in a large bowl. His loyal kitchen staff cheered him on, their passion and pride evident as his station practically blazed with energy.
Niles took a different approach. Carefully, he weighed his ingredients and noticed that the flour hed chosen wasnt finely sifted enough. Without hesitation, he began sifting it by hand. Seeing this, the royal kitchen staff burst into laughter.
Look at him, one chef sneered. Wasting time grinding flour? And using butter and milk for bread? This duels over before it started!
The crowd around the chefs joined in, their laughter echoing across the square. But as Niles worked, he seemed completely at ease, focused and absorbed as if in his own world. Aurelia watched, worry flickering in her eyes; he didnt seem to grasp the high stakes of the contest. Her gaze shifted to Roy and Gustavus, and when she saw them, her anxiety faded. Both of Niless friends stood at the edge of the square, nodding approvingly at his approach, giving off an air of quiet confidence. They seemed to understand something the crowd didnt.
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She glanced at the king. He was kneading his dough aggressively, the kind of bread fit for an armycrusty, solid, almost intimidating. Niles, meanwhile, worked as if he were baking for family. He sifted the flour to the finest texture, then folded in soft butter and a touch of salt. Once the dough reached a certain consistency, he added the milk, kneading with the focus of someone determined to make something truly special.
Milk in bread? the head chef scoffed, shaking his head. Hes treating this duel as lightly as he did the first one.
Thirty minutes remaining! the assistant announced.
The king had just finished shaping his loavesheavy, dense rounds the size of large hockey pucks. He placed them onto the oven shovel with a precise motion, then slammed the shovels handle onto the ground, planting it like a spear, his expression one of utter confidence.
Fifteen minutes remaining! the assistants voice rang out over the square.
Is this all youre capable of? the kings voice boomed toward Niles, challenging him openly. You still havent put your dough in the oven. His eyes glinted as he mocked, Youre out of time.
Niles, steady and unruffled, slid his dough onto the bread shovel. He had carefully presliced it into triangles and pierced it with holes, allowing for airflow during baking. Im just getting started, he replied.
But then, without warning, Niless body convulsed as a piercing, agonizing pain exploded through him, dragging him to the ground. It felt as if lightning had torn through his bones, leaving him reeling in unbearable torment. The bread shovel, which hed been seconds away from placing into the oven, now lay abandoned beside him like an anchor weighing him down.
Whats happening?! Roy shouted, panic coloring his voice.
Fourteen minutes! the assistant shouted, his voice a cruel reminder of time slipping away.
Is he going to lose by default? Roys voice pitched higher in alarm, his eyes darting to Niles and then back to Gustavus.
Gustavus, realization dawning, exclaimed, It must be an aftereffect from my skillthe pain-relief wears off. I think thats whats happening now!
Roys eyes widened in horror. So hes feeling the full brunt of the kings hit right now? His voice dropped as he watched Niles struggling on the ground, face contorted in agony.
Every movement sent new waves of torment through Niles. The adrenaline that had carried him through the duel was gone, replaced by raw, relentless pain. He glanced at the bread shovel lying so close, yet so impossibly far. Defeat was a taste in his mouth, bitter and heavy. He closed his eyes as tears stung, not just from pain but from the knowledge of falling short once againa failure, he thought, just as hed always been.
The crowd fell silent as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, draping the square in darkness. For a moment, it seemed as if all hope was lost, as if Niless journey had reached a quiet end on the cold ground of the training square.
But sometimes, you cant just wish for a miracleyou have to create the miracle yourself.
NILES, GET UP! Aurelias voice cracked like thunder as she sprang from her chair, leaving Xemena stunned. Her plea echoed across the square, sharp and desperate. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her neutrality shattered. You have to get up. Pleaseits not over! She paused, catching her breath, her voice softening as she choked out, Remember your dream you must get up. Her words trembled as she spoke, tears glistening in her eyes. I believe in you, she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, and I believe in your dream and She dabbed her tears away with her sleeve. I believe in your promise. So please Her gaze held him as her voice broke, please, get up.
Niless groans of agony shifted, determination replacing pain. With a surge of strength, his arm wrapped around the bread shovel, his legs steadying beneath him. Like a puppeteer regaining control, he forced his body upright, one labored movement at a time. He straightened his grip on the shovel, each step forward a testament to his will.
Thirteen minutes remaining! the assistant announced, his tone betraying a hint of support as he called out to the weary challenger.
With a final push, Niles slid the dough into the oven, his grip loosening as he retracted the shovel. He collapsed back to the ground, breaths heavy, every inch of his body protesting. Roys voice cut through his pain. Niles! Youve got timetake a breath! Were here, were with you!
Breathe through it, Gustavus encouraged, his own voice steady. Niless focus steadied with his friends support, their voices tethering him through the haze.
Far back in the crowd, Prince Xander watched, an approving smile flickering on his face. So thats what it means to fight together, he murmured, glancing up at the emerging stars. Not bad.
One minute remaining! The king, focused and unwavering, removed his bread from the oven with a proud flourish. Niles, having reclaimed a sliver of strength, rose again. He approached the oven, ready to retrieve his bread, when a voice called from the crowd.
Not yet! Niles looked up, eyes searching. A middle-aged man with a stout build, thick beard, and arms like irona smith, by the look of himgestured from the sidelines. Give it just one moment more. There was a sincerity in his voice that stilled Niles, instinct telling him to trust it. Niles nodded, heart pounding as he waited.
Now! the smith called, a spark of excitement in his voice. Niles moved swiftly, withdrawing the bread and setting it gently onto a nearby table.
Times up! the assistant announced. Judges, please come forward!
Xander, Xemera, and Xhiva moved forward, taking seats at the table set with the two platters of bread. The assistant raised his voice, addressing the crowd. Since the king claimed victory in the first duel, the judges will taste his bread first.
The kings breada dense, brown-gray loafstill steamed as they sliced into it, releasing a faint, smoky aroma. The audience held their breath, eyes fixed on the royal children as they each took a piece. Xander, Xemera, and Xhiva remained stone-faced, savoring each bite without betraying a hint of opinion. The loaf was much like the bread provided to the armies, yet there were traces of roasted seeds and fresh berries, an attempt to elevate the simple recipe. Xhiva grabbed another slice, adding butter, ham, and cheese, building a thick sandwich he quickly polished off.
At last, it was Niless turn. His scones, golden and inviting, emitted a rich, buttery aroma. Xemera hesitated, casting a doubtful glance at the pastries. Bread from him? It seemed beneath her. Meanwhile, Xhiva had already begun helping himself, tearing into the scones with gusto. This is really good, sister! Youve got to try it!
Xander, calm and composed, remarked dryly, Id better take one before our brother eats them all. He reached over and took two for himself.
Unable to resist her brothers enthusiasm, Xemera finally reached for a scone, taking a tentative bite. The moment she tasted it, her eyes widened in surprise. Shed never had anything quite like it, her usual mask of pride slipping just for an instant. Niles gave a small, polite bow. Your royal highness, its traditionally served with butter and cheesea classic pairing from our world.
Or try it with whipped cream and jam! Gustavus called from the sidelines, eager to join the discussion. Roy wrinkled his nose. What? No, bacon and mayonnaise is the way to go, he argued back, clearly horrified by Gustavuss suggestion.
Niles turned to Xemera, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. What my friends are trying to say, your highness, is that scones are best enjoyed with ones own favorite toppings. He paused, then added in a lower, playful tone, But anyone who goes for anything other than butter and cheese well, theyre a lunatic and deserve to be locked up, with the key thrown out.
The crowd chuckled softly at his jest, while Xemera fought to keep her expression composed. Beside her, Xanders usually reserved face showed the faintest flicker of a smile.
The assistant stepped forward once again, his voice carrying over the arena. Honored judges, are you ready to deliver your verdict?
The three royal siblings nodded, and the assistant raised a hand to quiet the crowd. Our judges hold red and blue signs. A vote with the red sign will award the win to the king, while blue will go to the challenger.
The crowd watched intently as the assistant began the countdown. Three two one!
The judges held up their signs, their eyes closed for a moment of finality. Xhivas sign flashed red. Xemera followed, also holding red. She cast a satisfied glance toward her brother Xhiva, confidence shining in her smile. The duel was overthe king had won. She glanced at him, waiting for his triumphant gaze. But King Xerxes wasnt looking at her or Xhiva.
She turned toward her oldest brother, her smile faltering. Xander had raised his signblue.
Chapter 11: The Final Duel - Thumbs of Fury
Xander kept his eyes closed, though his ears were open. He held his blue sign high, diminishing his siblings'' red-voted verdicts. The king had won the duel 2-1, but the assistant hesitated, glancing at Xerxes for a sign, a cue to proceedbut the kings expression was unreadable. Slowly, the crowd began to clap, a tentative celebration of their kings victory.
It was Xemena who finally spoke, breaking the tension. Congratulations on your victory, King Xerxes! With this, the duel is overyouve won! She turned to the assistant. Please, announce the end of this. The assistant nodded, taking a deep breath to proclaim the kings victory. It could have ended there. But as he looked to the duelists, something held him back.
Niles, though defeated, stood tall, his gaze unbroken. And the king, despite his victory, still had fire in his eyes. In that moment, the assistant realized that neither man felt this was truly over.
Steeling himself, he addressed the crowd with sweeping gestures, his voice booming like a showmans. Our kingKing Xerxeshas claimed victory in the baking duel! The crowd erupted, with Xhiva and Xemena nodding, pleased. But he wasnt finished. BUT! The word sliced through the air, drawing all eyes. Xanders eyes cracked open, curiosity dawning.
What is a single battle won if the war is yet undecided? The assistants voice grew louder, filled with anticipation. Do you, the audience who have gathered here, truly wish to end this duel while a final test of strength and will is still waiting? He flung his arms wide, as if daring anyone to disagree. Can we really let it end here?
The crowd erupted in a frenzy, shouts of NO! and TO THE FINAL DUEL! shaking the training yard. Xemena, trying to quiet them, faltered as the kings voice rose above the noise. Thats righttheres no way we can end it here, he said, his gaze sharp and unyielding as he turned to Niles.
Niles met his eyes, smirking. Its nearly darkarent old men supposed to be in bed by now? He jabbed. Careful, when I win the last duel, Ill claim one of my requests.
The kings eyes narrowed, his mouth twitching with the hint of a smile. Then show me what youre made of, he replied. Ill take the final victory.
Their gazes locked, charged like thunderheads, as the crowd roared with crackling anticipation for the last, decisive duel.
Both duelists walked to their respective corners of the training arena, as torches were lit around the fortress, their flames casting dancing shadows across the ground. The royal staff busied themselves, clearing away the ovens and pantry to make room for the final clash.
The king was greeted by congratulatory murmurs from his elite Xargian guards, whose snarling beast helmets reflected the firelight ominously. The lead guard, masked by her dragon-maw helm, stood silent beside the king. At last, the guard broke the silence. What do you think?
Xerxes replied with a single word, his tone short but telling. Interesting. A flicker of something new glinted in his gazea reluctant respect for his rival.
Niles returned to his corner, where Roy and Gustavus stood waiting. Alright, team! Huddle up! he grinned, his earlier pain dulled to a manageable throb.
They closed in tight, whispering conspiratorially as though their discussion were a matter of state secrecy. Whats the plan for the last duel? Niles was brimming with anticipation. To be honest, Gustavus started, hesitant, we didnt expect you to make it to the final fight. Roy looked thoughtful, squinting as if inspiration might arrive at any second. If only I had mana leftwe could work some sort of cannon trick on him.
Niles raised his eyebrows in excitement. Perfect! he said, perhaps a little too loudly.
Gustavus leaned in, hissing, Thats not perfect, thats terrible! He shook his head. "I mean, how are you supposed to use a trick play in a thumb war?" Gustavus muttered, exasperated, as if Niles had suggested taking a shortcut through a brick wall.
Roy tried again, with all seriousness. What if you just overpower him?
Yes! Lets go with that! Niles nodded eagerly, much to Gustavus horror, who was too busy mentally calculating the kings strength to notice the fourth person who had quietly joined their huddle.
A calm voice cut through their brainstorming. First rulehold the grip tight. Dont let go, no matter what, the voice advised.
Niles and Roy nodded as if theyd just heard a revelation. Gustavus, finally looking up, froze. Standing beside them, leaning in like a co-conspirator, was none other than Prince Xander himself. Before Gustavus could accuse him of espionage, Roy and Niles exchanged a look, welcoming the prince with ease. And after that? Niles asked eagerly.
Xanders voice dropped to a hush. The kings gaze is formidable.
Roy and Niles exchanged glances, awestruck, as if Xander had handed them the key to the universe. So we should avoid it, right? Roy whispered, brow furrowed.
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Xander considered, then smiled gently. Keep your aim steady and your word true.
Roy and Niles let the words sink in, nodding earnestly, while Gustavus, almost beyond exasperation, kept his protest about it being a mere thumb war to himself. Xander offered them a quiet, Good luck, before slipping away.
With the arena cleared, the assistant stepped forward, calling for silence. The duelists, to the center!
Niles and the King strode toward each other, their steps reverberating across the training square as the crowd gathered close, eager for a front-row view of the final duel. No one was seated now. Their eyes met in a mutual challenge, an unspoken agreement to settle this once and for all. As they came face-to-face, the king extended his massive hand, and Niles gripped it, fingers interlocking. Xerxes thumb looked like a boulder next to Niles''David and Goliath, waging war with thumbs.
The assistant moved between them, carefully aligning their hands with surgical precision to ensure a fair start. As he fussed over their grips, Prince Xander made his way back to his corner, passing his siblings. Xemenas cold eyes followed him. What did you tell him? she demanded, a sharp edge to her voice.
Just what was needed to make it interesting, Xander replied softly, as if answering to himself.
She pressed further. And what does that mean?
Xander gazed skyward, the faintest smile on his face. Whos to say? he murmured. His vague answer only irked Xemena more.
Dont worry, sister, came the calm voice of Prince Xhiva, still chewing over the last remnants of food. Against Father, there can be no victory. Sighing, he hoisted himself up like a lumbering mountain, taking his stool under one arm. Out of the way! he called out, maneuvering to the front for a closer view. I need to see the final duel!
Xemena scoffed at her brothers. Ridiculous. Baking contests, thumb warsnone of these are real battles! This would all be over if Father had just taken his sword in the first duel. She turned, starting to walk away, only to pass one of the Xargian Guards, their leader in the dragon-maw helmet.
The guard spoke, her tone gentle but resolute. Princess, battles come in all forms. Sometimes, the challenge is to face them, embrace them, defy them, and ultimately, conquer them.
Without breaking stride, Xemena replied, What would you know of real battles?
Perhaps these contests dont cloud us, but reveal who we truly are, the guard continued. Sometimes, out of difficulties, come miracles. Right now, your father needs your support. She gestured toward the square, where the king and Niles were preparing to clash. Roy and Gustavus cheered wildly for Niles, their shouts echoing through the arena, and the crowd roared in response.
A soldier always feels pain, the guard went on, her words low. But when your comrades, your family, cheer you on, it fades to nothing. She paused. Forgive me for speaking out of turn, Princess.
Xemena hesitated, arms crossed. Ill overlook it this once. She turned, reluctantly heading toward the buzzing crowd, and as she approached, the spectators parted to make way for her. In the center, Xhiva was hopping on his stool, calling out for the king, while Roy and Gustavus shouted support for Niles.
The assistant raised his voice above the roar, steadying the contestants hands for the last time. Niles and the king stood locked in place, eyes set, each reading the others resolve. Xemena, against her own inclinations, felt the tension build.
Begin! the assistant shouted, pulling his hands back as the final duel commenced.
Their thumbs collided with a thunderous energy. The Kings thumb struck first, powerful and precise, while Niles countered with nimble evasions, his thumb darting like a blade. As they grappled, Xerxes poured strength into his grip, while Niles, with dexterity earned from countless phone swipes, danced around his rivals massive thumb.
"Impressive! the King bellowed. BUT LET''S SEE YOU COUNTER THIS!" With a swift motion, Xerxes thumb snapped down like a bear trap, narrowly missing Niles as he nimbly countered and dodged.
The crowd leaned in, cheering louder with each move, tension thickening with every failed attempt. Xerxes attempted to unsettle Niles by wiggling his arm to throw him off balance, but Niles held steady, responding with his own feints and near misses. They began to circle each other like dancers, drawing the audience in with them. Prince Xhiva fell off his stool in the shuffle but barely noticed, too engrossed in cheering for his father. Even Xemena, swept up in the thrill of the match, joined the crowds roar, her voice ringing out, Crush him, Father!
Xander, however, had found a quiet spot against the castle wall, watching the entire scene like an outsider. From his pocket, he withdrew a second scone from the earlier baking contest and took a thoughtful bite, smiling. He decided to save the other half, wrapping it carefully and slipping it back into his pocket, feeling a rare warmth within the castle walls.
Meanwhile, Xerxes adjusted his grip, his arm moving like a whip to unsettle Niles. Niles thumb hovered close but never quite yielded, taunting the King with mock-surrenders. At every opening, Niles would try to maneuver over Xerxes thumb, only to find it as immovable as a rock. Sensing the match tipping in the Kings favor, Niles threw caution aside and shouted, IS THIS THE BEST YOU CAN DO?
"THIS IS THE BEST I CAN DO! roared Xerxes, his grip tightening. With a surge of strength, he lifted Niles into the air, suspending him like a sack of grain. But Niles, even aloft, held tight, unfazed. "GET READY FOR MY ULTIMATE ATTACK!" he declared, much to the horror of Gustavus and Roy, who watched helplessly from below.
They circled once more, and then Niles unleashed his move. PUPPY EYES ATTACK! he yelled, halting his movements. His face twisted into a mockingly innocent expression, eyes wide, lips puckered in a pout. The King, taken aback, fixed his Veritas Gaze on Niles, momentarily stunned by what he saw as the worlds worst attempt at a cute face. What... is that? he thought, his focus slipping.
In that moment, Niles acted, softly, almost tenderly, pressing his thumb down over Xerxes as if tucking in a sleeping child.
It took a second for anyone to notice. Gustavus gasped, shaking Roy, but Roy was too busy cheering to comprehend. Slowly, realization spread through the crowd, a wave of murmurs and gasps. The King felt it too, his thumb pinned gently beneath Niles.
The assistant, seizing the moment, raised his arm high and shouted, "FOR THE FINAL DUEL, THE WINNER IS NILES!"
The training square erupted in wild cheers and despair. Niles, still dangling in the Kings grip, grinned with unrestrained triumph as the echoes of his unexpected victory reverberated through the night.
Chapter 12: The Duels Aftermath
Roy and Gustavus flung themselves at Niles, climbing on him like hed just scored the game-winning goal. Never mind that theyd lost the duel overall, two losses to one win. Right now, it was celebration time. Aurelia rushed forward to her champion, her joy radiating like sunlight as she brushed tears from her cheeks. "You did it!" she exclaimed, embracing the trio as they laughed and cheered.
The king stood off to the side, staring down at his hand in quiet contemplation, as if it were some unfamiliar thing. How could he have lost? The duel had been fair and square. Hed pushed for victory with all his might, but in a moment of trusttrust in his Veritas GazeNiles had outmaneuvered him. Xemena, eager to object to the result, opened her mouth, only to stop cold at her fathers looka silent command not to risk embarrassing him. Xhiva, meanwhile, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, struggling to process what hed just seen. Their father, the undefeated, had lost a thumb war... and somehow, it overshadowed the two rounds hed won before.
The tension hung thick in the air, until Niles stepped forward, breaking it with a grin and an outstretched hand. In it was his flip-phone, offered up like a rare artifact. This belongs to the victor, he said, holding it out with exaggerated formality. Congratulations on your victory.
The king, caught slightly off guard, accepted the strange device, studying it with curiosity before signaling for his trusted guard, Dragon Maw, to take it and deliver it to the royal engineers for examination. Then he turned back to Niles, his expression a hard mask. The punishment for challenging the king to a duel and losing, he declared, is death.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, and Niles friends braced to intervene, but the king held up a hand, silencing them. But youve shown bravery, young champion, he said, a hint of a smilealmost playfulflickering at the corner of his mouth. Well continue this discussion tomorrow, in the Hall of a Thousand Crowns. Until then, think carefully on which request you wish to claim. With that, he turned, marching away, his Xargian guards falling in line behind him.
The kings assistant raised his voice, filling the air with booming pride as he proclaimed, The winner of the duel, Xerxes, King of Xandria, the Dragon of a Thousand Crowns! The crowd erupted in cheers, and Xerxes raised a triumphant fist in acknowledgment, a regal gesture that resonated with authority.
As the king walked, Dragon Maw fell in step beside him, awaiting instructions. Have my children meet with me in my chambers tonight. We have matters to discuss, Xerxes ordered. Dragon Maw nodded in silent affirmation. And I wish to be alone for a while, the king continued. Ensure Im not disturbed.
From a quiet corner, Xander began his subtle approach. Like a shadow slipping through the castle grounds, he drew close to his father, slipping a small wrapped scone into the kings hand. Xerxes accepted it without a word, tucking it into his pocket as they exchanged a silent understanding before Xander melted back into the crowd, moving toward Niles and his companions.
Xemena stood rooted in place, her mind spinning. Her father had just promised to grant Niles a single claim? The weight of it sat heavily on her, an ominous feeling that her destiny now hung in delicate balance. As she wrestled with her thoughts, Niles passed by, catching her eye with a mischievous glint. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, hinting at the claim he could ask forone that involved her hand in marriage. Xemena went rigid, her face draining of color. Niles noticed, letting out a sly, wicked laugh, a laugh that only he and Xemena understood.
Meanwhile, the king reached his private chamber, shutting out the noise and excitement. He unwrapped the scone Xander had given him and took a thoughtful bite, savoring the unfamiliar taste. A chuckle bubbled up from within him, then grew into a full, hearty laugh. It felt like a part of him had reawakeneda part that hadnt known joy for years. Tomorrow he would don his crown and bear the burdens of a king, facing the worlds relentless challenges. But tonight, for this fleeting moment, he allowed himself to laugh, the image of that young, bold champion Niles still vivid in his mind.
A short while later, Xerxes childrenPrince Xander, Princess Xemena, and Prince Xhivaentered his chamber. Xhiva poured himself a goblet of wine, breaking the silence with a casual smirk. Its not like you, Father, to summon us at this hour. He took a long drink before offering the goblet to his brother, Xander, who declined with a slight shake of his head.
King Xerxes stood by the window, watching the distant fortress walls, where guards patrolled with torches flickering like stars against the night. Xemenas voice broke the quiet. That summoned fool has embarrassed our court with his insolence. You should have him executed and end this shame once and for all.
Xerxes turned his head slightly, listening. Tell me, dear daughter, he began, his voice as soft as velvet but laced with steel, did I win a complete victory in tonights duel?
Of course, Father, Xemena replied confidently. The last bout was nothinga mere trifle. Your victory was absolute.
The king gazed back out the window, as if contemplating her words. And you, Xander? he asked, turning to his eldest son. Xander met his fathers gaze, saying nothing, his face impassive but his eyes keenly observant.
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Xerxes continued, almost to himself. And who won the baking contest?
Xemena answered quickly, You did, my king.
The kings lips twitched in a bitter smile. Xhiva, he called, I couldve served you the raw ingredients, and youd still praise it as the finest delicacy.
Xhiva laughed, raising his goblet in acknowledgment. Thats loyalty, Father.
But the atmosphere in the room had shifted. Xanders hand crept subtly toward his sword, while Xhivas lazy gaze sharpened, watching his fathers every move. Then the kings gaze fell on Xemena, his Veritas Gaze coming alive, its power cutting through her defenses like a blade. Tell me truly, daughterwho made the finest bread?
A shiver went down Xemenas spine. She opened her mouth, hesitating. Youof course, you, Father.
Xerxes face twisted in fury. With a roar, he swung his fist, shattering a table with a force that echoed through the chamber. You lie! His voice thundered like a storm, filling every corner of the room.
Xemena took a step back, trembling, her face ashen. IIm sorry, Father, I only meant
Did I have complete victory? Answer me! His voice seemed to suck the air from the room, the oppressive weight of his anger crushing all in its path. Youve dishonored meas your king, as your father, and as the ruler of this nation!
Xemena collapsed, sobbing, her words stumbling over each other in a desperate attempt to apologize. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Xerxes lifted his hand high, fury blazing in his eyes, ready to strike her down like a predator closing in on wounded prey.
Just as his hand fell, Xander threw himself forward, taking the blow. The force of it sent him to his knees, blood trickling from his mouth. Father, please! he gasped. But Xerxes rage was unyielding. His hand moved to the sword at his back, and with a flash of steel, he drew it, aiming the blade toward his daughter.
Xander raised his own sword, blocking the strike with a ringing clash that reverberated through the room. In an instant, the doors burst open, and Xargian elite guards stormed in, taking in the scene with wide eyesthe prince standing against the king, blade to blade.
Xerxes voice was a low, dangerous growl. You dare betray me, Xander?
Xanders voice was steady but pleading. Forgive me, Father. Do what you will with me, but pleasespare Xemena.
Xerxes eyes drifted to his daughter, who knelt on the floor, trembling and tear-streaked. Look at you, he sneered. Perhaps I should make you marry that summoned fool after all. Maybe then youll understand what shame truly feels like.
Xemena let out a strangled sob, and Xander knelt down beside her, helping her to her feet. Xhiva, meanwhile, stood apart from the fray, his eyes flickering with barely concealed ambition, calculating the possibilities the scene unfolded before him.
The king exhaled a long, weary sigh, finally sheathing his sword. Do not mistake my mercy for kindness, he warned, his voice resonating with cold authority. Is that understood?
The three siblings nodded, each one bearing the weight of his words. Youre dismissed, he said, turning his back on them. And pray you do not shame me further at tomorrows ball.
As they left, Xerxes remained by the window, staring into the night, his anger simmering beneath the surface. The image of Niles defiance lingered in his minda reminder that not all battles were fought with swords, and that sometimes, his greatest opponents wore faces far younger and bolder than his own.
***
In the courtyard, their assigned assistant led Niles, Roy, and Gustavus to their chambers for the night. As the adrenaline slowly faded, the day''s trials weighed on them, fatigue settling in. The goddess wished them a good night before retreating to her separate quarters.
Not bad, Mr. Planet Buddy, Niles said with a grin, giving the assistant a thumbs-up. Without you, we wouldnt have made it to the final duel. That took guts!
The assistant gave a gentle smile. Thank you, Sir Niles, but you and the king were the brave ones tonight.
Roy gave the assistant a friendly smack on the back. Thats how we say good job on Earth.
Slightly surprised, the assistant replied, Then I am honored by your praise.
And youre humble, too! Youre perfect for our Planet Buddy group! Niles said with a laugh.
Gustavus chimed in, Yeah, we all bring something different to the team.
The three laughed, but then Roy and Niles caught Gustavuss meaning and gave him playful punches on the shoulder. Hey, does that mean Sir Gustavus did a good job too? the assistant asked, amused.
In this case, it means youre a jerk! they joked in unison, making the assistant chuckle as he processed the strange Earthling customs.
After a short walk, they reached the sleeping quarters. Your room is here, the assistant announced. The goddess suggested you all share it.
Roy paused before opening the door, There are three separate beds, right?
The assistants sympathetic expression said it all. Gustavuss voice grew panicked, Three separate bedsright?
With a sheepish look, the assistant bit his lip as Roy opened the door to reveal one massive bed.
Im going home, Roy muttered under his breath, as Gustavus stood frozen in shock.
Niles broke the silence with a mischievous grin. It gets worse, guys. I snore like a lumber mill!
Roy and Gustavus shared a pained look before Niles burst into laughter.
The assistant cleared his throat. My apologies, Sirs Roy and Gustavus. Sir Niles requested a jokeit seems he wanted to see your reactions. There are, in fact, two extra beds inside.
Too tired to argue, Roy and Gustavus shook their heads as they realized theyd been pranked. Niles gave the assistant a thumbs-up for being in on the gag. Are you gonna be here tomorrow? he asked.
The assistant nodded. I work here, Sir Niles. Ill be assisting with your preparations for the royal ball.
Whats your name? Niles asked, extending his hand.
Winston, the assistant replied, grasping Niless hand.
Niles grinned, This is a handshakeanother Earth thing. Its how we seal a bond. Congratulations, Winston, youre officially a Planet Buddy.
Winston beamed, thrilled to be part of the group. They said their goodnights and settled in for a well-earned rest. And, as promised, Niles did snore like thunder, shaking the walls well into the night.
Chapter 13: Banishment
The trioNiles, Roy, and Gustavusawoke pleasantly to a royal breakfast, rolled in on a gleaming silver cart by castle maids. A miniature buffet awaited, laden with fresh fruit, dried meats, pastries, and delicate sweets. Niles popped a grape in his mouth, washing it down with a long gulp of water. You know, guys, he said, as he reached for more fruit, I think the king actually likes us!
Gustavus, carefully assembling a plate of treats, gave him a skeptical look. Are you sure about that?
Why else would he serve us such a feast? Niles replied, smiling with the oblivious cheerfulness of a lamb headed for the butcher.
Roy, mid-bite on a strip of dried meat, nearly choked. Niles slapped a glass of water into his hand before adding, Maybe theyve realized our greatness before we have! He paused, brow furrowing thoughtfully. Or maybe its something else.
Gustavus noticed the shift and cocked his head. Care to elaborate?
Well, Niles replied, leaning in conspiratorially, I was talking with Aurelia, and she mentioned that in times of war, everything starts with deception.
Gustavus nodded, his expression serious. That does sound like the start of a trap.
Changing the subject, Roy turned to Gustavus, his mouth twisted in a smirk. Hey, Gus, how do you know so much about other worlds anyway?
Yeah, nerd, Niles teased, winking at him.
Gustavus took it in stride, smiling. Ive read a lot of stories and watched plenty of anime, but this place well, its different. There are three key reasons. He held up a finger. First, how we got here. Second, the fact that there are three of us. And third, usually in these stories, the summoned person has some kind of overpowered skill, but here, were He trailed off, giving Niles an expectant look.
...practically useless? Niles finished with a grin.
Gustavus nodded, pointing at Roy with a chuckle. And that might be different if our buddy here could actually aim his cannon. But as it stands, youve got a better chance of hitting the moon than hitting a target.
Niles laughed, poking at Roy. Tell me, with that aim, you do sit down to pee, right?
Hey! Roy protested, though the jab got a chuckle out of him despite himself.
Niles paused, a new seriousness settling over him. Look, I know we havent known each other long
Rightlike, since yesterday, Roy interjected dryly.
Niles nodded. But this worlds got its own rules, and its nothing like what were used to. So, I think we need an alliance. He let that sink in, glancing at his friends. Even if we get separated, lets have each others backs, no matter what.
Roy eyed him with suspicion. Youre not talking about challenging the king to another duel, are you?
No, no! Niles replied, hands raised in defense. Promise!
Gustavus, sensing the gravity in Niles voice, nodded solemnly. Im in. I dont know how much I can contribute, but were in this together, right?
Thats the spirit! Niles cheered, clapping him on the back. What about you, Roy? He extended his hand, eyebrows raised expectantly.
Roy exhaled, rolling his eyes but with a slight grin. Fine. I guess it wouldnt hurt to stick together.
With a handshake and a shared grin, they clasped hands in solidarity. Planet Buddies! Niles proclaimed, attempting a triumphant wave that looked more like he was swatting at an invisible fly.
The team burst into laughter, sealing their bond in a way only they could.
A sharp knock on the door. It was Winston, the court assistant from the previous day, calm and cheerful as ever. "Good morning, gentlemen! I trust you all slept well?
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Both Gustavus and Roy shot each other pained looks, the memory of Niles thunderous snoring still fresh. Niles, however, stretched and grinned as if he hadnt disturbed a soul. Slept like a baby! he declared, as if speaking for all three of them.
Winston nodded, a slight smile on his face. Glad to hear it. He straightened. Well soon be departing for the throne room, where youll have an audience with the king. But before that, Ill be teaching you some essential court etiquette to avoid, he paused delicately, unnecessary offense.
Gustavus and Roy simultaneously shifted their gazes to Niles.
What? Niles said, raising his hands defensively.
Winston guided them through the basics of court decorum, covering everything from how to address nobility to the appropriate way to bow. Once satisfied, he added, And just a remindertheres a ball tonight, and youre all expected to attend. Many distinguished guests from across the continent will be present, so well need everyone to be on their best behavior. He hesitated, looking over their rumpled clothes. Later today, youll be sent to the salon for a wardrobe refresh. But for now, he gestured to the door, we mustnt keep the king waiting. Hes not known for his patience.
The trio exchanged a look of silent agreement: no one was in any rush to test the kings limits.
Niles, Roy and Gustavus followed closely behind Winston, the assistant leading them through the castles endless corridors toward the throne room. After a stretch of silence, Niles couldnt resist breaking it.
Hey, Winston, Niles asked, curiosity lighting up his face, whats your skill?
Winston glanced back as they walked, his voice humble. Its really nothing special But the trios eagerness coaxed him on. I can see everyones levelnumbers that appear over their heads, but only to me.
Whoa! Thats like a super omega ultimate skill! Niles marveled, practically bouncing in place. No wonder they have you working here in the royal court!
Caught off-guard by Niles enthusiasm, Winston let a small, proud smile slip. Well, not exactly. My position at courtlets just say my parents paid a large sum for me to be here. Besides, they dont need my skill much since the amulet can read levels and more.
Niles pressed on, clearly captivated. So, who has the highest level here? Is it the king?
After a brief hesitation, Winston replied, That would be Prince Xander, actually. Then the king
And then the rest of the royal family? Niles cut in.
Winston shook his head, chuckling softly. No, after the king, its Dragon, followed by the Xargian elite guards.
Just as Niles geared up for more questions, they arrived at the massive doors to the throne room. Two Xargian guardsthe elephant and wolf-helmeted soldiers from the day beforestood watch, opening the grand doors. Niles shot the wolf-helmeted guard a mocking scowl, taunting him with a look that seemed to say, Whatre you gonna do about it?
The guards body tensed, but he kept his composure under the gaze of the court beyond the doors.
Inside, the royal court and family were already assembled. King Xerxes sat high on his throne of a thousand crowns, his gaze intense as he looked down upon the trio. Without a word, he raised his hand, silencing the murmur in the room, and fixed his focus directly on Niles.
Which claim do you wish to receive? he demanded, his voice echoing.
Winston stepped forward, and Niles braced himself. The following claims are available, Winston recited. The freedom of Lady Aurelia, an island to declare as your kingdom, or the hand of Princess Xemena.
Gasps rippled through the court. Xemena stiffened, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, but Niless focus never wavered from the king. He took a breath, then spoke firmly.
The freedom of Lady Aurelia, he declared.
Aurelias face broke into a warm smile, her gaze meeting his with a grateful, silent thank you that seemed to pass between them.
The kings voice rang out. Granted. Goddess, you are free, and all charges against you are dropped. For the sake of our alliance, however, will you join us at tonights ball?
Aurelia nodded gracefully. Yes, my king, she replied, her voice steady and respectful.
The king continued, his expression hardening. War is upon us. To defend our nation, we shall strengthen our borders. Each of my children will return to their posts to protect our lands. And you, summoned champions, will accompany one of them.
His eyes narrowed, recalling his childrens antics from the day before. Prince Xhiva, you may choose first.
Xhiva, the heavyset prince lounging on a padded stool, glanced dismissively at the trio. Ill take the least useless among them, he muttered, his gaze landing on Roy. Sir Roy, I expect you to perform well under my command.
Roy squared his shoulders, nodding curtly. Ill do my best, Your Highness.
Niles and Gustavus exchanged glances of relief, grateful to have dodged Xhiva. The kings attention turned to Xemena.
Next, Princess Xemena. Your choice.
Xemenas cold gaze assessed Niles and Gustavus before she settled on Gustavus. I choose the least bothersomeSir Gustavus, if you will.
Gustavus managed a respectful bow. Of course, my lady, he said, his voice wavering slightly. Even so, he feared that one misstep might end his journey here.
Finally, the king addressed his eldest son. And now, Prince Xander.
Xander cast a long, empathic glance at Niles, his expression tinged with both warmth and sorrow. Something was off. Niles could feel it in the air.
Due to your failure in yesterdays duel, the king intoned, Sir Niles is hereby banished. He has until tomorrow to leave, but until then, he is in your command, Prince Xander.
The decree hit Niles like a blow. He reeled, trying to process the weight of it as the king rose, his speech concluded. The room began to empty, yet Niles couldnt stand back and accept his fatenot without a final gambit. He took a step forward, heart pounding.
It was now or never.
Chapter 14: The Newly Formed Banished Party
Thank you for your mercy, Niles replied, his voice ringing out in the hall as he performed a bow exactly as Winston had instructed. King Xerxes, however, looked barely interested, his gaze skimming over Niles as though this exchange was a matter of no importance.
Niles straightened. In our world, Earth, punishments often have time limits. How long will this banishment be?
The king barely lifted a brow, replying with two words: Until death
A flicker of mischief crossed Niles face. Then, am I permitted to bring along anyone willing to join me?
The king gave a faint smirk. Negotiating to the end, I see. If you find fools willing to follow, by all means. But your friends he gestured toward Roy and Gustavusthey will remain here.
Niles nodded, then turned to Winston with a look of mock solemnity. Winston, would you care to join me on my journey?
Winston let out a nervous chuckle, clearly uneasy. Im sorry, Sir Niles, but my place is here at court.
Niles grin widened. King, theres actually one more matter weve yet to address.
The calm expression on Winstons face faltered, a flicker of dread creeping in. The king narrowed his eyes, activating his Veritas Gaze to search for deception. And what would that be?
Winston here was partially responsible for the towers destruction yesterday. I trust he has yet to receive judgment for his involvement.
Winstons face went ashen. He glanced at Niles, who had transformed from a loyal friend to a devilish conspirator in mere moments. The kings gaze turned on Winston, his eyes piercing. Is this true?
A single, timid nod from Winston. Yes, Your Majesty, he stammered.
Then you are banished. The kings decree fell like a sword. Winstons shoulders slumped, all life draining from his face. Thank you, my king for your mercy, he whispered.
Niles shot him a proud thumbs-up. Glad to have you, buddy.
Winston sighed and turned to Roy and Gustavus, his voice dry. Well, I think my days as a Planet Buddy might be over.
Gustavus offered a sympathetic nod. I can try a healing spell on you, if thatll help? Roy, arms crossed, managed to conceal a smirk. Look on the bright side: you owned up to it.
The king rose from his throne, signaling the meetings end. Prepare for tonights ball. We will reconvene then, he commanded, striding from the throne room with his Xargian Guard in tow. Xemena beckoned Gustavus to follow, while Xhiva ordered Roy to his side. In the end, only Niles, Winston, and Prince Xander remained.
Prince Xander grinned, crossing over to Winston with an amused look. "Well, that was unique," he remarked, giving Winston a sympathetic nod. "I have a feeling your futures about to be one big adventure."
Niles chimed in with his own attempt at reassurance, Hey, Im sure there are plenty of other people who can take over your chores, Winston. Xander leaned toward Niles, whispering, "Im not sure thats comforting." Niles nodded thoughtfully. "Then I''ll resort to Plan B," he announced, patting Winston on the back with an overly enthusiastic, Cheer up, buddy!
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Xander raised an eyebrow and watched Winstons blank expression. How long until we see the effects? he wondered aloud, inspecting Winstons face from various angles. Niles came to stand beside him, equally focused. Hmm, maybe you should give it a try?
Xander shrugged, stepping behind Winston with a mischievous glint. Alright then, here goes. With exaggerated concentration, he drew back his hand. Winstons eyes widened in terror, but before he could step away, Xander delivered a royal slap to Winstons back, complete with a booming, CHEER UP, BUDDY!
The slap sent Winston stumbling forward, shrieking as he flew through the air, his voice echoing down the corridor. It worked! Niles yelled, delighted. Winston landed with a thud, rolling onto his back and breathing heavily. Thank you, he wheezed, I dont need any more help.
Niles and Xander exchanged a look and burst into laughter, each reaching down to haul Winston up by an arm. Xander exhaled, still chuckling. Im off to the salon to get ready for the ball. Care to join?
Niles tapped his chin in thought. Soon! We just need to recruit another ally for our party. He turned to Winston with a mischievous grin. You know the way to the salon, right?
Winston, clearly not wanting any further encouragement, nodded vigorously. "Right. I do."
With a lingering smile, Xander waved them off. "Alright, see you soon. He turned and made his way down the hall.
As Xander disappeared from sight, Niles turned to Winston, already bounding down the corridor. Alright, Winston, recruitment time! Lets go!
Winston sighed, but with Niles calling, Faster, Winston! he quickly picked up speed, his courtly robes flapping wildly as he ran after him.
The duo burst out into the training yard, where the morning sun bathed the castle walls in golden light. The flags hung still, their proud colors resting in the calm air. As they jogged across the courtyard, castle guards and courtiers shot curious glances at the odd pair speeding past. In the distance, the moat bridge came into view, guarded by the same two knights from the previous day.
FELIX! Niles bellowed, his voice echoing as they neared. Felix, hearing his name, squinted at the approaching figures. FELIX! came the call again, ringing across the yard. By the time Niles and Winston reached him, Felixs look of puzzlement had softened into recognition.
Sir Niles, Felix greeted him with a polite nod. How do you fare this fine morning?
Never better! Niles beamed. Felix, Im starting my own party, and I need you in it! His eyes sparkled with excitement, a bit like a colt first let loose in the pasture. The king himself said I could bring anyone willing to join. Please, Felix, we need you!
Felix blinked, taken aback by both the unexpected invitation and Niles earnest enthusiasm. His guard partner beside him rolled his eyes, about to interject. Im sorry, but
Yes, sure, Ill join your party, Felix cut him off, his voice calm but resolute. Niles jumped in delight, practically dancing on the spot.
Winston leaned in close, whispering urgently, But why?
Felix gestured to Niles, his expression soft. Look how happy he is. Youd need a heart of iron to turn him down. Winston sighed, coming even closer to explain in a hushed tone. He was banished, and by the kings grace, hes allowed to bring along any fools who agree to follow him.
Felixs eyes widened at this revelation, his breath catching. He glanced back at Niles, who grinned at him like hed just gained a lifelong friend. After a pause, Felix nodded firmly. Then Ill stand by him.
Perfect! That makes three of us! Niles whooped, brimming with excitement as he eyed Felixs companion. Hey, what about you? The guard shook his head, declining, and as Niles continued his search, getting turned down left and right, Winston and Felix struck up a quiet conversation.
With a sigh, Winston confessed, Ive been banished as well.
Why? Felix asked, curious. Winston pointed at the rubble of the destroyed kings tower, Im partly to blame for that incident, which is why Im following Niles at least for now..
Felix looked out over the courtyard thats rough, a glint of longing in his eyes. Ive been stationed here for years, with little to show for it. Maybe this is the chance of a lifetime. He extended a hand, he said, Im Felix.
Winston grasped it firmly, a flicker of hope in his voice. I hope youre right, Felix. And Im Winston. as they clasped hands in greeting. Felix, with his calm, steady gaze, gave a small nod of approval. Youre a good man, Winston, its an honor. he said, the warmth in his voice revealing his certainty. Winston felt a strange relief wash over him, smiling as he shook his hand firmly, a spark of pride in his voice. "Thanks. And you as well, Felix." Their handshake lingered, a pact unspoken yet firmly understood.
Niles, catching the moment, grinned. Thats what Im talking about! With you two by my side, nothing can go wrong!
Chapter 15: Royal Preparations
Niles high hopes take a dip. After all his efforts, no one else is interested in joining his growing party, leaving him and Winston with only Felix, who has to finish his guard rounds before they can officially depart together the next day. They part ways with Felix, agreeing to regroup in the morning, and set off toward the salon to prepare for the ball.
While they walk, Winston gives a contented sigh, reflecting aloud, That went better than expected.
Yeah! And now we only need to find a nerd, Niles adds confidently.
Winston''s brow knits in confusion. A nerd? Is that some kind of sorcerer?
More like an engineer, Niles corrects, sparking Winstons interest.
Ah, an engineer! In that case, the town has several fine ones, but since time is running out, we could seek one tomorrow, Winston suggests. He raises a brow. Why do we need an engineer, anyway?
A mischievous grin spreads across Niles face as he pictures all the wonders from his home world. To make all the cool stuff we had on Earth! Imagine something as small as my phonebut just a taste of the endless marvels out there.
Winston nods slowly, eyes glinting with the thought. Like your artifactthe phone. That device alone would revolutionize communications here.
Yes! Niles chuckles, feeling a renewed purpose. And thats only scratching the surface. Just wait til you see!
As Niles and Winston neared the salon, the fragrant scent of oils and perfumes floated through the air, mixing with a din of voices. Any calm theyd expected was quickly shattered by the unmistakable, grating pitch of Prince Xhivas complaints.
This is all wrong! Xhivas voice bellowed, booming through the open door. I look like a fat pig in these clothes! Bring me something else!
Inside, a flustered salon attendant scrambled through piles of garments, his hands trembling as he searched for anything that might satisfy the prince. Xhiva crossed his arms, frowning at his reflection with disdain. And make me look thinner! he demanded. This mirror is clearly broken! I refuse to be reflected like this!
Winston stifled a chuckle, whispering to Niles, I think weve discovered the real reason he keeps firing his tailors.
Niles smirked. Maybe hes searching for a mirror thatll flatter him as much as he flatters himself.
They shared a conspiratorial grin before stepping through the doorway, already sensing the chaotic energy that only the prince could bring. "Well, I must be off to my own quarters now," Winston announced, clearing his throat and adjusting his robes. Ill see you at the ball tonight." With that, he turned on his heel, his robes billowing slightly as he left the salon.
Prince Xander stood quietly at the back of the room, a figure of calm amidst the bustling scene. His polished leather boots gleamed in the light, subtly emphasizing his poised stance. His attirea tailored ensemble crafted from the kingdoms finest, soft fabricsdraped perfectly over his frame, with intricate golden accents tracing the edges of his sleeves and collar, adding a refined touch. The coat, fitting him closely, bore subtle embroidery near the cuffs, hinting at symbols of Xandrias royal lineage. Behind him, strapped securely across his back, rested his long, black bladeits hilt barely visible but unmistakable, hinting at a readiness beneath his calm exterior. His long, dark hair was gathered neatly into a low ponytail that flowed down his back, giving him an air of composed elegance. He looked every bit the prince, understated yet unmistakably regal.
Noticing Niles, Prince Xander stepped forward with a welcoming smile. Welcome to
Before he could finish, his brother Prince Xhivas voice erupted from across the salon. Amateur! he snapped at his stylist, then pointed to a rack of garments. Forget this! Make me taller with a wig and give me long, pointy shoes!
Xander glanced briefly at the pile of increasingly bizarre fashion choices piling up for his brother but chose not to intervene. Instead, he turned back to Niles and said, Welcome to the royal salon. Ive arranged for you to meet my personal stylistplease, follow me.
At the far end of the room, a middle-aged woman with a piercing gaze waited, sizing Niles up the moment he approached. She gave him a once-over and muttered, He lacks the build to do these clothes any justice.
Xander stepped forward smoothly. Thats why weve come to you. No one else could take on a challenge like this and make him fit for the royal ball, he said, his voice warm with reassurance.
The womans expression softened, and a spark of pride lit her gaze. Well, she replied, her tone less severe, since its the wish of the oldest prince, I suppose I can work a miracle or two.
Xander thanked her with a gracious nod, while Niles looked over at him with misty eyes, feeling that this prince was truly the kind of friend anyone would be lucky to have.
What color do you have in mind? the stylist asked, focusing intently. Xander paused thoughtfully before replying, White and blue, with golden accents. Then, with a gentle smile, he added, The gold represents your bond with Xandria, a symbol of courage and honor. Our ancient emblemthe dragon on our flagis depicted in gold, and as for the blue and white youll see the meaning when the ball begins.
With practiced hands, the stylist and her assistants set to work, using threads and pins to tailor the outfit to fit Niles precisely. Xander examined each adjustment with a discerning eye, occasionally giving input. A bit tighter around the arms, he suggested, nodding approvingly as the stylist adjusted the seams.
The assistants measured Niless feet and fetched dark leather boots that matched Xanders, adding a final touch of unity between them.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the stylist stepped back and gestured toward the grand mirror at the center of the room.
Niles stepped forward, catching his reflection in the mirror, and barely recognized himself. His attire was stately: deep blue trousers, a crisp white shirt, and a tailored blue coat adorned with intricate golden embroidery. With the polished leather boots and carefully crafted details, he looked almost like a prince himself, ready to represent Xandria alongside his new companions.
As Niles admired his reflection, the stylist clapped her hands, signaling two assistants forward with an array of brushes, combs, and polished scissors. "Let''s bring everything together," she said, gesturing for Niles to sit in a nearby chair.
One of the assistants approached, meticulously trimming Niless hair to a refined, even length while shaping it to frame his face just right. Another assistant began brushing and styling, pulling strands back and subtly taming his hair with gentle oils. The effect was understated yet princelya look that suggested both elegance and adventure.
At the same time, a third attendant carefully took his hands, examining his nails with a slight grimace before filing and shaping them to a smooth, clean finish. They buffed his nails until they held a soft sheen, each one polished and sharp, as though even his hands had been given a royal makeover.
Once they finished, Niles ran a hand through his newly styled hair, surprised at the silky feel and the way it seemed to fall perfectly into place. His hands looked princely too, with nails that, for once, actually belonged in the halls of Xandria''s grandest salon. With his polished look complete, Niles stood and took a deep breath, feeling for the first time like he truly belonged here.
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Xander grinned, giving him an approving nod. "You clean up well, Sir Niles. Now, lets go show them what Xandrias banished summoned champion looks like."
"That''s more like it!" Xhivas voice rang out, echoing with the satisfaction of a prince entirely pleased with himself. He struck a pose, his arm raised dramatically. "Time for dinner!" he declared, sweeping out of the room with all the grandeur he could muster.
Draped in a towering baroque wig that added at least a foot to his height, a voluminous ruffled collar around his neck, robes that billowed like sails, and absurdly long, pointed shoes, he looked ready for anything but a royal dinner. His face was powdered in bright, theatrical makeup, giving him a cartoonish glow. The salon artist bowed with a flourish as Xhiva passed, leaving the room as if hed just stolen the show.
Niles stared, half expecting the local circus to come calling for their missing performer.
We should follow him, Prince Xander said, glancing at Niles. My siblings and I have prepared a light meal before the ball.
Niles grinned, gesturing down the corridor. Lead the way, Prince.
They moved through the long, echoing corridors, with Xander waving and nodding kindly to passing guards and castle attendants, his presence dignified yet approachable. Niles watched him closely, like he was studying a mythical creature. Finally, he couldnt help but say, Youre... different from your siblings, you know?
Different? Xanders eyes sparkled as he looked over, warmth in his gaze. How so?
Well, youre just... princier than the rest, Niles replied, with a smirk. Xander laughed, the sound genuine and relaxed, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes.
Princy? I dont think thats even a real word. He paused, the laughter fading as a thought crossed his mind. Sir Niles, I should be transparent with you. My siblings and I we didnt have what most would call a normal childhood.
They took a turn that led them to a quiet balcony. The setting sun cast the castles grounds in warm shades of amber and gold, and far below, they could make out wagons and guests arriving. Felix and his fellow guards were stationed at the moat bridge, welcoming nobles from far and wide. Xanders gaze wandered over the horizon, and he spoke thoughtfully.
How much do you know about how people level up in this world?
Niles shrugged, venturing a guess. By defeating monsters?
Correct, Xander said with a faint nod. And also by taking down other humans. The one who delivers the final blow receives the experience.
The air around them grew heavy, as though a shadow had passed over. Xanders voice softened, a tinge of uncertainty in his words. Sir Niles, would you say Im a good person?
Sensing the weight of the question, Niles answered earnestly, My gut tells me youre a good man.
Xander smiled, the sincerity warming him. Thank you but theres more to it. What Im about to tell youthis stays between us, understood?
Niles lifted his pinky. On Earth, this is how we promise. Xander, amused, wrapped his own pinky around Niless, giving it a solemn shake.
My father wanted my siblings and me to understand death early. Xanders gaze grew distant. He he presented us with war prisoners so that we could level up. I tried to shoulder that burden for my younger siblings, Xhiva and Xemena, but there was only so much I could shield them from.
Niles listened intently as Xander continued. Xhiva he tried to make light of it at first, joking, but over time, he found his way of coping in food and drink. Xemena, thoughshe was different. To our father, everything was black or white, but Xemena she was all the colors.
Xanders voice tightened as he continued, hugging his own arms unconsciously. They blindfolded her. My father made it a game, something she thought theyd share but the lever she pulled, it wasnt a toy. She didnt know what it did, and she was too young to understand. He exhaled, eyes shadowed with the memory. One time, a prisoners scream slipped through. She removed the blindfold. I couldnt cover her eyes fast enough she saw everything.
He paused, his voice breaking slightly. Our mother was distant. She never hugged us, never said she loved us. It was a forced marriage, so love was something we learned to live without. But Xemena, when she ran to her, hoping for comfort she was pushed away. And our father witnessed this.
Niles felt a chill as Xanders story deepened. In the kings eyes, pushing his child was a assault to the king himself. So, the next time when Xemena was blindfolded again and pulled the lever it was our mother who was hanging. Xanders voice was barely above a whisper. Sir Niles, please dont hold anything against Xemena or Xhiva. Blame me, if you must.
But you were just a kid yourself, Niles protested, his voice thick with empathy.
And thus, the burden of the eldest prince is mine to carry, Xander replied quietly. Thank you, Sir Niles, he added, meeting Niless gaze. Yesterdays duel was the first time in years that Ive seen my sister smile. He extended his hand. Is this how its done?
Niles grasped it firmly. Just like that.
Xanders mood lightened a little as he shifted topics. So, any idea what youre planning to do tomorrow, once your banishment is official?
Not a clue, Niles replied, grinning. The two shared a laugh, a rare moment of camaraderie between worlds. Perhaps youd consider joining me on my journey? Niles asked, half-joking, fully expecting a polite decline.
Prince Xanders gaze drifted thoughtfully, a faint smile touching his lips. Now that would be an adventure he mused, as if savoring the idea But Ill make sure to visitand Ill have a proper parting gift for you.. He paused, then nodded. Shall we go find the others?
They headed back down the corridor toward the small chamber, where the light meal awaited. Xander knocked on the door, and a cool, commanding voice from within called out, Enter. It was Xemena.
Xander opened the door quietly, leading Niles into the chamber. Inside, Xemena sat elegantly in a silken chair, looking every bit the dignified princess. She wore a stunning crimson gown adorned with intricate gold embroidery, her hair styled with delicate ornaments that underscored her royal status. Around her neck, a gold necklace with a gleaming ruby caught the light, highlighting her striking yet formidable presence. Her arms were crossed as she looked over at them, eyes narrowing slightly.
"What took you so long?" she asked sharply, studying Niles with a cool gaze. I suppose even a monkey can be dressed up, but its still just a monkey. She nodded toward Xhiva, who was devouring every plate in sight. Did you punish whoever decided to dress him up?
Xander raised an eyebrow. If we did, wed be left with no brother.
Oblivious, Xhiva interrupted with a grin. Worry not, sister, I look quite fancy. Just then, a smear of mustard dripped onto his elaborate robe. Xemena rolled her eyes, glancing at the ceiling as if seeking patience. Im surrounded by idiots, she muttered.
Across the room, Roy and Gustavus lit up at the sight of Niles. Niles! they called out in unison, crossing over to greet him. Gustavuss eyes grew misty. Oh, did you miss me, Gus? Niles teased, grinning.
Not in the slightest! Gustavus sniffed, pointing an accusing finger at Xemena. She threatened to cut my hair off to make me look intimidating! he whimpered, touching his hair protectively.
Roy laughed and joined in. Yeah, so Gustavus here went sprinting down the halls, yelling, Please dont make me baldno one will ever love me! He doubled over, catching his breath from laughing. And then that woman caught up and smacked him! he added, throwing a thumb in Xemenas direction.
Xemena sighed, unbothered. I thought this moss-headed fool would be the least troublesome, she muttered. Rising gracefully, she cast them a stern glance. Just dont embarrass us tonight. She looked directly at Niles. And no duels.
I wasnt planning to! Niles replied, hands raised in defense.
Xander chuckled and moved to rescue what food remained on the table before Xhiva could get to it all.
Gustavus nudged Niles, taking in his attire. By the way, Nilesyou dress well.
Very sharp, Roy agreed, nodding.
The two wore pristine white uniforms that looked almost military, Gustavus distinguished by a green sash and Roy by a red one, lending them a crisp, dignified look.
Dont expect any more resources spent on you, Xemena added with a dismissive wave.
Gustavus and Roy exchanged a quick, indignant look at the princess, signaling their shared frustration. The room was arranged for a comfortable gathering, with a small table in the center, surrounded by plush chairs and sofas.
Lets get this over with, Xemena declared, tapping her fingers impatiently on the table. At her command, everyone gathered around as she began explaining the evenings plan. The king will give a welcome speech, and each of us will be presented formally, she stated. Therell be dancing, food, and plenty of drinks. Her fingers drummed rhythmically as she added, There are also some influential people youll need to be cautious around.
First, Sir Zacharias, crown prince of the distant empire of Zairule
Xhiva leaned in, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Hes also Xemenas former betrothed.
XHIVA! Xemenas voice was sharp, but Xhiva shrugged, unfazed.
But he called off the engagement, he continued, earning a smirk from the others as they leaned in, eager for gossip.
So shes single? Niles asked with a grin.
Xhiva nodded with mock sympathy. Always has been. Who can handle that temper?
Why did he end things, anyway? Gustavus asked curiously.
Because he knew he was outmatched! Xemena declared, slamming her hand down on the table, commanding the attention of all five young men now watching her intently.
Next, she continued, regaining her composure, are representatives from the Golden Bank. Its critical we maintain good relations with them. Just as she finished, there was a knock at the door.
Excuse me, but were ready for the ceremony to begin, a voice called from outside.
Xemena sighed, clearly feeling pressed for time but determined to finish. And third, she said, eyes narrowing as the boys leaned in again, do not embarrass me.
At her command, the door swung open to reveal a group of impeccably dressed court assistants waiting to escort them. Please, follow us, the lead assistant said, bowing slightly.
Lead the way, Xemena replied on behalf of the group. They straightened up and moved forward, ready to make their entrance at the ball.
Chapter 16: The Dance Begins
A quiet tension settled over the group as they walked through the castle corridors, the sounds of distant laughter and the clinking of glasses mingling in the air ahead. Each step seemed to heighten the pulse of anticipation.
"I, uh... cant dance," Roy confessed to his Earth-born friends, his voice low as if sharing a guarded secret.
"Do we even know what kind of dancing they''ll expect at this ball?" Gustavus chimed in, visibly uneasy.
Niles, ever the groups comforter, clapped his hands together. Brothers, fear not! We have the finest moves from Earth up our sleeves. When in doubt, just break out the classics: the booty pop, the twerk, you know shake our money-makers!
Please, Xemena interjected, her tone firm, I dont know what any of those dances look like, but I warn youdo not embarrass us.
Xander cut in smoothly, Though perhaps the money-maker shake could work wonders with the representatives from the Golden Bank?
Gustavus recoiled, Lets not, please. And definitely no taking dance advice from that guy, he said, pointing at Niles, who was already attempting a moonwalk with a mischievous grin.
Xemena gave an cold eye-roll. You may observe from the sidelines, she commanded, then softened. Its not as though any of us plan to dance, anyway.
For a moment, there was a peculiar feeling among thema group of Earths summoned champions walking beside the royal heirs of Xandria. They were distant yet bound by shared experiences that left a subtle understanding.
Ahead, the grand gates to the ballroom loomed. The courtly attendants stood at the ready, preparing to open them and reveal the guests of honor to the waiting audience beyond.
The ballroom gates swung open, and blinding lights greeted them as they stepped forward. The vast chamber, with windows stretching up to the high ceiling, radiated the grandeur and storied history of Xandria. Hundreds, possibly thousands, of guests filled the room, but a hush fell as the royal family and the champions moved toward the center, making their presence unmistakably known.
In the middle of the ballroom stood King Xerxes himself. His robe, a deep crimson lined with black wolf fur, draped from one shoulder, fastened by a golden dragon broochthe proud emblem of Xandria. Both arms were bare, the muscles defined and hardened, a silent show of raw power. But it was the crown that commanded awe: jagged and dark, adorned with spikes representing the kingdoms crushed under his rule. Each edge bore the symbols of fallen nations, etched with the gloryand the haunting agonyof thousands.
The crowd closed in a circle around the king, his children, and the summoned champions, and the music ceased, awaiting his command. Xerxes surveyed the guests and began, Welcome, all. We are honored to have you here tonight. He then seemed to attempt humor, adding, They say a king is only as feared as his crown. Though I must admit, Ive yet to meet anyone who wanted to try it on. A ripple of polite laughter followed, a few chuckles more forced than amused.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
With his commanding tone, he continued, Tonight, we celebrate the strength of our kingdom. We have summoned three champions from a distant world to bring even greater honor to Xandria. They are under the care of my children, who represent our future, and we look forward to the deeds they will achieve. Xerxes gestured to his children, and his gaze lingered on each of them: Xhiva, who eyed the feast table with barely restrained eagerness, Xander, who looked like hed rather fade into the shadows, and Xemena, who held her head high, unsmiling.
Raise your glasses, Xerxes commanded, lifting his goblet. To my childrenthe future of Xandria! Let the ball and the dancing begin! Applause erupted, glasses raised high, and the music swelled once more.
As the king sipped his wine and handed it back to an attendant, he muttered with dry disapproval, My children socially inept as ever. Lets hope they dont disgrace themselves.
Down on the ballroom floor, Prince Xander, Princess Xemena, and Prince Xhiva all exhaled in relief. Xhiva made his way to the buffet table, fully intending to settle there for the rest of the evening, while Xander slipped off to the farthest corner of the room. Xemena lingered in place a few moments longer, casting a quick glance across the gathered crowd. Her posture was tense, her hands instinctively smoothing her dress as though looking for some imperfection. With a final glance, she, too, made her way to the sidelines.
Meanwhile, their father, King Xerxes, was engaged with guests, moving from one conversation to the next. The three champions from Earth dispersed into the crowd as well, surrounded by guests eager to make introductions and leave an impression on the newcomers. Niles quickly crafted a strategy: hed gather as many contacts as possiblewho knew, maybe one of these new acquaintances would invite him and his party to their estate or lands. His experience as a field sales agent, with its endless events and a constant push for leads, made this environment feel like home turf. Niles flexed his fingers in anticipation, but just as he was about to dive in, a gentle hand tapped his shoulder.
Sir Niles? a kind, warm voice greeted him. Niles turned, and there was Aurelia. Her golden hair was swept back in a subtle crown braid, and her attirea deep royal blue with white silk detailsexuded strength and compassion in equal measure. Her expression held a warmth that softened her fierce, steady gaze, like someone unafraid to hold her ground. She looked, to him, like a goddess.
Goddess, he murmured, blinking. Aurelia smiled, mischief sparking in her eyes. You look quite handsome, she remarked, looking him over. Was it your idea to choose the colors of blue and white? You match me perfectly; theyre the colors of our house. She twirled playfully, her smile broadening as she faced him again.
Whatever plan Niles had formed was completely forgotten. Aurelia laughed, teasing, Did I take your breath away? Niles stammered, trying to collect himself, but before he could find his footing, a new voice interjected.
Greetings, Sir Niles. I am Lord Aldric, and I wish to thank you for protecting my daughter; shes told me everything, said the man whod joined them. He was slim, with a neatly trimmed mustache that arched high on each end and only a hint of hair remaining. His coat was adorned with a broocha blue deer set against a white landscape with a golden sunmarking their house emblem.
Niles grinned, finally finding his voice. Its a pleasure to meet you, Lord Aldric. Im Niles, he said, reaching out for a handshake. Aldric, unfamiliar with the gesture, looked puzzled, and Aurelia leaned in to whisper a quick explanation. Smiling in amusement, Aldric finally grasped Niless hand, shaking it with a slightly awkward yet genuine warmth.
Chapter 17: Snake Eyes
May I have your daughters hand in marriage? Niles asked with a bold grin, his gaze fixed on Lord Aldric, who still wore a warm, unsuspecting smile. It had taken every ounce of nerve for Niles to ask, but one thing his time in sales had taught him was simple: if you dont ask for the deal, youll never win the business.
Aurelias cheeks flamed crimson as she gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth.
For a moment, Lord Aldric remained frozen, as if his mind struggled to process the audacity of Niless words. Then, like a storm breaking across a tranquil sky, his expression shifted from warm politeness to shocked outrage. His shoulders stiffened, and his mustache twitched like an agitated bird.
You YOU RASCAL! Aldric bellowed, his voice booming over the hum of the ballroom. He seized Niles by the shoulders, shaking him as though trying to dislodge the sheer gall from his very being.
Niles, however, only laughed, his grin unyielding. With a deft twist, he slipped free of Aldrics grip, stepping back with a playful bow. His eyes found Aurelias, and his tone softened.
Would you do me the honor of a dance, Lady Aurelia? he asked, extending his hand.
Aurelia hesitated, her noble upbringing urging her to caution, but something about Nilesthe spark in his eyes, the way his grin carried no pretensemelted her resistance. Her hands, warmer than she expected, found their way into his.
Her father sputtered behind them. You cannotthis isAurelia!
But she wasnt listening. As Niles led her onto the dance floor, her initial stiffness gave way to laughter. He spun her effortlessly, his steps light and unconventional, a stark contrast to the rigid ballroom traditions shed known her entire life.
You know, she said between giggles, the king told me to avoid dancing tonight.
Then Ill just have to take the blame, Niles replied with a wink, guiding her into another twirl. But I couldnt miss the chance to dance with the most beautiful woman in the room.
Her smile widened, and for the first time in ages, Aurelia felt freeunbound by decorum, expectations, or the watchful eyes of the nobility. The world blurred around them as they moved, and she realized she didnt recognize the style of Niless dance, but she didnt care. He led, and she followed, both caught in the magic of the moment.
At the edge of the floor, Aldric stared, his face a mix of shock and begrudging amusement. He watched as his daughterhis proper, reserved Aurelialaughed openly in the arms of this peculiar outsider. He sighed deeply, crossing his arms over his chest.
Ill never accept him, Aldric muttered, shaking his head. But even he couldnt help the faint tug of a smile creeping onto his face.
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Xander had found solace in the farthest corner of the ballroomthe good old corner, where no one could bother him. From his vantage point, he caught glimpses of Niles and Aurelia disappearing into the swirling dance floor. Even so, the comfort of the shadows wasnt enough tonight. He decided to make a discreet retreat, stopping by the dessert table to gather a small assortment of sugary treats that fit neatly in one hand.
With his loot secured, he headed for the exit, his mind already set on traininga far better use of time than enduring these tedious social rituals. But before he could slip away, a looming figure emerged from the crowd. His father. King Xerxess scarlet gaze locked onto him, unyielding and full of command.
Xander, the king said, his voice low but sharp, I expect you to stay.
Xander didnt answer, his head turning slightly in defiance. Before he could take another step, a young woman passed by. The kings hand shot out, gripping her arm firmly. The maiden froze, her wide eyes filled with panic.
Whats your name? Xerxes demanded.
The woman stammered incoherently, her voice barely a whisper.
Speak up, the king growled, his tone sending shivers down her spine. My son wishes to danceyou shall court him.
Tears welled in her eyes as the kings grip tightened, his imposing presence unbearable.
Xander acted quickly, stepping forward and addressing her gently. Dear maiden, forgive us for this intrusion. Please, youre free to go.
She hesitated, glancing between Xander and the king, before nodding in gratitude. Xerxes released her with a scowl, his frustration shifting to his son.
Just look at you and your siblings, the king spat, gesturing broadly toward the ballroom.
Xander followed his fathers motion, though his gaze lingered more on the king than his siblings.
Xhiva, Xerxes continued, his voice dripping with disdain, is more interested in the feast than anything else. If his table of food had fewer legs, hed probably ask it to dance. And Xemena His voice rose deliberately, carrying across the ballroom to where Xemena stood stiffly on the sidelines.
She is the only woman in this world no man wants to dance with.
Xerxes flung his coat over one shoulder, turning away in mock shame, refusing to look at her.
Xemenas hands clenched her dress tightly, as though trying to channel her pain into the fabric. Her expression remained stoic, but Xander could see the subtle tremble in her posture.
Xanders calm, calculating gaze returned to his father. He offered a short bow, his voice steady. Ill remain here, Father.
It was a simple statement, but in it lay a quiet defiancea small rebellion that Xerxes would feel but not address.
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Roy had spent much of the evening mingling with various guests, regaling them with tales of his arrival in Xandria and his impressions of this strange new world. But the constant socializing had left him feeling drained. Scanning the room, he spotted Prince Xhiva seated alone at the feast table, happily indulging in the grand spread of food.
Since he would soon be serving under the prince, Roy figured it wouldnt hurt to strike up a conversation. He plopped down beside Xhiva, who didnt even glance up, too engrossed in his meal.
Youre not going to dance? Roy asked, breaking the silence.
The question amused Xhiva so much that his laughter sent ripples through his generously proportioned frame.
Ill take that as a no, Roy said, smirking as he reached for a handful of fruit. Then, with a casual tone, he asked, Whats your skill?
Xhiva paused, straightening up with a self-satisfied grin. My skill is a state secret, he declared, nodding solemnly, as though the statement alone elevated his princely mystique.
Roy raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Ah, so its useless. Got it. He poured himself a goblet of wine, his smirk widening.
The cool, enigmatic fa?ade Xhiva had been carefully crafting crumbled instantly. Its not useless at all! he objected, his voice pitching upward like a scolded child.
At that moment, Gustavus wandered over, plopping down on Xhivas other side with a cheerful grin. Whatre you two gossiping about? he asked, helping himself to a piece of fruit from the table.
Roy leaned back in his seat, gesturing toward Xhiva. Were trying to figure out what his skill is.
Gustavus perked up, his curiosity piqued. Oh, is it useful on the battlefield?
Xhivas smile faltered, his silence speaking louder than any denial. Feeling cornered, he grumbled under his breath before finally muttering, Its not for battle.
Gustavus grinned knowingly. Maybe its gossiping?
Xhiva, flustered but not entirely without pride, shot back, Its not gossiping! Although, he added, straightening his posture, gathering information is a skill of mine. And a highly valuable one at that.
Roy and Gustavus exchanged a glance, their interest now thoroughly piqued. They leaned in, speaking almost in unison. Alright thentell us some gossip!
Xhivas eyes gleamed with mischief as he grinned broadly, his plump cheeks following suit. He stretched his arms wide, embracing the role of storyteller. Very well, he declared. I shall share with you the juiciest tales from across the realms!
The trio leaned in closer, their heads nearly touching, as Xhiva began spilling secrets about the guests and royalty attending the ball. Laughter and gasps rippled through their small circle as Xhiva painted vivid pictures of scandals, rivalries, and intrigues, his enthusiasm growing with each tale. For the first time that evening, the three felt more like conspirators than strangers, forming a bond over the art of well-placed whispersReading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.
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Xemena lingered at the sidelines, her scarlet eyes drifting across the grand ballroom. She occasionally admired the intricate architecture and let the live music wash over her, but her gaze inevitably returned to the dance floor. Nobles and esteemed guests twirled in perfect harmony, creating a spellbinding scene of youthful exuberance and elegance.
Her attention caught on Niles and Aurelia dancing together in the distance. The sight stirred something bitter in her chest, leaving an acrid taste in her mouth. She looked away, her eyes darkening with barely concealed rage.
A familiar figure passed by and stopped beside herXander. Silent as always.
Youre not going to dance? she asked after a long moment.
He didnt reply.
Did our father try to match you with someone?
Xander sighed. He did.
And? Xemenas tone carried a faint edge of anticipation.
Xander simply shook his head, offering no further details.
Even the wall is more talkative than you, brother, she muttered, ending her attempt at conversation. Despite her frustration, she didnt mind his presence. Sometimes Xanders quiet companionship was more comforting than words, even if she would never admit it aloud.
After a pause, her voice softened, contemplative. Are we that repulsive in their eyes? she asked. Or is it fear?
She caught a fleeting glimpse of her reflection in a nearby polished surface, her scarlet eyes staring back. Maybe its the color of our eyes, she murmured, straightening her posture as though shaking off the thought.
Should we leave? she asked, her tone sharp again.
Xander shook his head. I tried. Fathers watching us.
Xemena smirked bitterly. Is he that embarrassed by us?
Xander nodded, his gaze distant but unyielding.
"Fine then, lets just get through this night," Xemena said, smoothing out her dress.
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As the music paused, Niles and Aurelia concluded their long dance. Niles offered a graceful bow, his movements smooth and respectful. Thank you for the dance, he said warmly. Aurelia mirrored his gesture with a delicate curtsy. Her smile radiated warmth. Ive never danced like that before. Where did you learn?
Niles straightened, a playful glint in his eyes. Back on Earth. I used to play sports at a pretty competitive level, and dancing was considered... a lesser activity. When the idea of it started to intimidate me, I figured it was something I had to face. So, I started practicing regularly. Plus, he added with a chuckle, every school I went to forced us into it anyway.
Aurelia laughed lightly, her voice a melody of genuine amusement. Well, I think thats a wonderful thing to be forced into.
Before more could be said, a court assistant approached with a bow. Apologies, Goddess, but the king wishes to speak with you and your father regarding future collaborations within Xandria.
Aurelia nodded, turning back to Niles. Thank you for the dance, Niles. I hope well speak again soon. With a parting smile, she disappeared into the crowd, leaving Niles to watch her go.
As he meandered through the room, Niles spotted Winston seated at the feasting table, a goblet of wine in hand, his posture sagging under the weight of unspoken troubles. Niles approached, giving him a hearty slap on the back. Hey, homie! he said cheerfully.
Winston looked up, his expression brightening slightly. Ah, Sir Niles! How... how happy I am to see you, he said, hiccuping mid-sentence before taking another swig of wine.
Niles studied his companion carefully. I wanted to say Im sorry for throwing you under the bus earlier.
Winston blinked, clearly unfamiliar with the Earth phrase but catching the sentiment. Thank you, Sir Niles. At least you seem to have a plan for where well be heading... in banishment? His words were laced with bitterness.
Not yet, Niles admitted, grinning. But Ill figure something out. Got any bright ideas?
Perhaps turning back time, Winston muttered wryly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Niles laughed heartily. Didnt know you were such a comedian!
Winston joined in the laughter but soon fell quiet, staring into his goblet. Do you have family here? Niles asked gently.
Winstons expression turned somber. My parents live in the city. Theyre... old. He stopped there, his tone heavy.
Lets meet them tomorrow, Niles offered, his voice full of encouragement.
Winston looked up, a spark of gratitude in his eyes. Id like that, he said softly. They clinked their gobletswine for Winston, water for Niles, who grumbled inwardly about the lack of apple juice at the royal ball.
Im going to check in with Felix. Want to join me? Niles asked.
Winston shook his head. Thank you, Sir Niles, but I think Ill stay here for now.
Niles rose with purpose, pausing to rest a hand on Winstons shoulder. I dont make promises I cant keep. I want you to know somethingthis world is a challenge we can only face together. I need people I can trust, and I believe youre one of them. Ill repay you, Winston. And your family too. Thats a promise.
Winstons grip tightened on his goblet as he nodded. Thank you, Sir Niles. That means more than you know.
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Xander observed from the sidelines, his sharp gaze scanning the ballroom. Niles had barely taken a few steps when a smooth, unfamiliar voice cut through the hum of conversation.
Peculiar dance, Id say. Is that from your homeland?
Niles turned to see a man of similar age standing behind him. The strangers eyes were perpetually slitted, giving the impression of a constant smilea mask that hid his true emotions. His silvery-white hair, neatly combed and angled over his forehead, added to his ghostly and otherworldly presence. The slight curve of his lips was unsettlingly ambiguous, warm and inviting at first glance, yet disquieting upon reflection.
My name is Zacharias, first prince of Zairule, the man introduced himself with an elegant bow, his voice calm but with a slight edge. He extended a hand. Is this how summoned champions greet each other?
Niles, eager to make a connection, clasped his hand and shook it vigorously. Thats perfect! My names Niles, and Im from Earth. I was summoned here
Before he could continue, Zachariass slitted eyes opened just enough to reveal their coloran eerie, serpent-like yellow. His gaze felt sharp and invasive, as though peeling back layers of Niless soul. A long journey, I imagine, Zacharias murmured. Would you mind telling me more?
Niles sighed, visibly relieved. Finally, someone who actually wants to listen! Without hesitation, he launched into an enthusiastic retelling of his life: how hed been summoned, the duel with King Xerxes, and even his mundane work on Earth.
Zacharias listened intently, though his interest clearly waned when Niles delved into Earths peculiarities.
Niles noticed Zacharias sipping from a goblet filled with an odd blue liquid. Whats that? Looks tasty, he asked.
Just medicine, Zacharias replied curtly, setting the goblet down. Nothing worth your curiosity. He quickly changed the subject, steering Niles away from his question.
We saw quite a spectacle on our arrival, Zacharias said after a pause. The kings tower in ruinswas that your doing? Summoned ones must possess mighty skills.
Xander, unnoticed, stepped closer from the sidelines, his soft movements betraying his curiosity.
Niles waved the compliment off with a laugh. Mighty skills? Nah, that was Roy over there. He pointed toward the red-haired figure chatting with Prince Xhiva. He cant aim worth a darn. He was trying to hit a dummy! Gustavus and I, though? Our skills are basically useless.
Zachariass smile flickered briefly, his slitted gaze narrowing. What if this Roy managed to control his ability? His tone was casual, but the weight of the question hung in the air.
Niles shrugged. If he did, I guess hed be... the ultimate weapon or something. But I dont know. His tone shifted as he leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with sudden determination. Since my partys been banished, would it be possible for us to join your kingdom?
Zacharias didnt miss a beat. Of course. Wed welcome you.
But before Niles could celebrate, his curiosity got the better of him. By the way, I heard you were once betrothed to Princess Xemena. Why was the engagement canceled?
Zachariass smile hardened, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Because of her... poor skill.
Poor skill? Niles repeated, his eyebrows shooting up.
Zacharias nodded gravely. Its widely believed that superior skills are passed through bloodlines. Xemenas skill has no valuenot in battle, nor in strategy. Meanwhile, I possess the kind of power that can change the tide of war. He flexed his arms slightly, as if to emphasize his point, before adding with a faint chuckle, And those scarlet eyes of hers? Like the eyes of a demon.
Niless stomach twisted with unease. He had shared so much with Zacharias, but now the princes words felt heavy with hidden intentions. Zacharias leaned closer, his voice soft yet pointed. What about you, Niles? What do you bring to the table?
Niles hesitated, feeling the weight of Zachariass piercing gaze. His instincts screamed at him. And you, Prince Zacharias, he said finally, ignoring Zacharias question, his voice low, you have the eyes of a snake.
The room seemed to freeze for a moment.
What? Zacharias hissed, his composure cracking.
Niles forced a smile, taking a deliberate step back. Thank you for your time, Prince Zacharias. Its been... enlightening. He turned on his heel but paused just long enough to throw one last barb over his shoulder. Snake Eyes.
Zacharias gasped, his carefully constructed mask slipping further. What did you say?
Xander, now within earshot, covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, his shoulders shaking. He quickly made his way back to Xemena, who raised an eyebrow at his unusual behavior.
Whats so funny? she asked, her tone sharp.
Xander wiped a tear from his eye. A night without laughter is a day wasted.
You never laugh, Xemena retorted.
Then today, Xander replied with a smirk, is a blessing.
Xemena rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath as Xander chuckled to himself.
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Niles stepped out onto the castle grounds, the night air cool against his face. The faint glow of flickering torchlight danced across the stone walls, casting long shadows that swayed with the breeze. Darkness wrapped around the training grounds, save for the occasional lantern hanging near the path.
He walked with purpose, his boots crunching softly against the gravel until he reached the moat bridge. A familiar figure stood at the far end, and Niles cupped his hands to his mouth. Felix! he called.
Felix turned at the sound, his expression shifting from surprise to a warm smile as he approached. Sir Niles, what brings you out here? Shouldnt you be enjoying the royal ball?
Niles crossed his arms, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Needed some air... and besides, he said, pulling back his coat to reveal a bundle of neatly wrapped parcels, I brought you some of the fancy food and drinks!
Felixs eyes lit up as Niles handed over the goods. You didnt have to do this, Felix said earnestly, his gratitude shining through.
Of course, I did! Cant forget my fellow party member. Niles waved off the thanks, gesturing to a nearby bench. Cmon, lets sit.
They settled onto the bench, the sounds of distant music and laughter faint in the background. Felix unwrapped the food, taking a bite of the delicate pastry, then sipped the drink. It was just water, but cold and refreshing, with chunks of ice clinking softly against the glass.
Niles leaned back, stretching his legs out in front of him. Busy night with all the guests?
Felix nodded, still chewing. Hundreds of them. Maybe even a thousand.
Niles chuckled. Thats a lot of handshakes. Did you use your skill on them? Whats the verdict?
He meant it as a light-hearted jab, but Felix paused mid-chew, his brow furrowing. Niless grin faltered, shifting to a more neutral expression as the silence stretched.
To be honest, Sir Niles, Felix began, his tone lower now, theres something strange about tonights crowd.
Niles tilted his head, watching Felix carefully. Strange how?
Felix set down the glass, his fingers tapping against the wood of the bench. Its probably nothing, but my skills been picking up on a lot of hostility. More than usual. The last ball we hosted, I sensed a few bad apples, sure, but tonight? Tonight, its different. Too many lean toward bad. Far more than I expected.
The weight of his words settled between them. Niles turned his gaze toward the grand hall, where the ball continued in full swing. The windows glowed with golden light, shadows of dancing figures flitting against the glass.
Maybe, Niles said quietly, his voice thoughtful. Or maybe not.
Felix glanced at him, the unease in his expression mirrored in Niless own.
Chapter 18: The Dance of Secrets
By the way, where are the soldiers with the beastly helmets? Niles asked, glancing around the dimly lit training grounds.
Felix straightened slightly, his expression sharpening. Theyve been spread throughout the city tonight, he explained. There were a few minor incidents in townnothing majorbut its important to quell any unrest quickly. The last thing we want is for our guests to doubt that we have law and order firmly in place.
Niles nodded, absorbing the information. And your guard friend? The one whos always hanging around?
Hes overseeing the guests horses and carriages, Felix replied, his tone casual but focused.
Got it, Niles said, standing up from the bench. He stretched, his coat shifting as he glanced back toward the glowing castle in the distance. Just a feeling, but... stay on your toes tonight, alright?
Felix blinked, his brows knitting in confusion. On my toes?
Niles caught himself, realizing the earthly phrase didnt quite translate. Stay prepared, he corrected, his tone firm.
Felix gave a sharp nod. Same to you, he said, then reached into his belt. By the way, take this. He slipped Niles a small dagger, its hilt wrapped in worn leather.
Niles raised an eyebrow as he accepted the blade, quickly tucking it into his coat. Just in case, huh?
Always.
With a parting nod, Niles left the training grounds and headed back to the ball. The lively music and chatter grew louder with each step until he re-entered the glittering hall. The sea of elegantly dressed guests danced, drank, and mingled under the golden chandeliers, but Niles had a mission. His eyes scanned the room, searching for Winston.
He found him slumped over a table near the edge of the room, one hand gripping a half-empty goblet while the other propped up his swaying frame.
Winston, my friend! Niles greeted, clapping him on the shoulder as he slid into the chair beside him.
Winston lazily raised his goblet in acknowledgment, his grin lopsided. Sir Niles, he slurred, enjoying the festivities?
Id enjoy them more if you were a little less... pickled. Niles leaned in closer. I need a favor, my friend. Take a look at the guestswhat kind of levels are you seeing tonight? Any major power differences?
Winston squinted, his hazy gaze sweeping the room as he sat up straighter. Hmm, he murmured, his voice slow. Its... different. Not like the last ball.
Whats different? Niles pressed, his voice low but urgent.
Winston scratched his chin, his eyes narrowing as he focused. A lot of the guests are higher level. Nobles usually dont bother raising their levelsit takes effort, you knowbut tonight... He trailed off, his finger lifting to point across the room.
That one, he said, his voice slurring slightly. Zacharias. The crown prince of Zairule.
Niles followed his line of sight, his gaze locking onto the silver-haired prince. Zacharias stood by a gilded pillar, his ever-present smile sharp as a blade.
His levels changed the most, Winston continued, his words tumbling out with a hint of drunken awe. Hes on par with Prince Xander now.
Niless jaw tightened, the revelation sinking in like a stone in his gut. Thank you, Winston. Thats all I needed to know.
Winston gave a sloppy salute, grinning. No problem, Sir Niles!
Niles placed a steadying hand on Winstons shoulder. Youve done well tonight. Now, do me one more favorhead back to your quarters. Rest up. Ill need you sharp tomorrow when we embark on our journey. Youll want to be ready when we meet your parents.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it
Winston blinked, the weight of the reminder cutting through his haze. Of course, he said, his voice more sober. Thank you for the consideration.
Go on, then, Niles urged with a nod.
Winston rose unsteadily, his steps uneven but determined as he made his way out of the hall. Niles watched him go, his mind turning over the troubling insights hed just learned.
Only one thing remained: Niles needed to address his gut feeling without raising suspicion. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on Xemena, standing at the sidelines, her posture rigid and her expression cold. Beside her was Xander, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes tracking the room like a hawk.
With a deep breath, Niles wove his way through the swirling crowd, dodging dancers and skirting laughter as he approached the royal siblings. Xemenas piercing gaze locked onto him, her brow arching in skepticism. What could this fool want now? her eyes seemed to say.
Xander, ever watchful, tilted his head slightly, observing Niless approach with a calm that somehow felt both detached and calculating.
Dear Princess Xemena, Niles began, stopping just short of her. With a graceful bow and an outstretched hand, he asked, Would you honor me with this dance?
The room hushed. Whispers rippled through the crowd. No one had ever dared ask the princess to join them on the dance floor.
Xemenas lips curled into a faint sneer. Why would I ever she began, her voice icy and dismissive.
But before she could finish, Xander stepped forward, his movement so smooth it seemed almost choreographed. With an easy nudge of his shoulder, he sent Xemena stumbling forward. She barely had time to react before Niles caught her firmly in his arms.
Her face snapped up in shock, eyes blazing as she glared daggers at her brother. From his place against the wall, Xander gave her a slow, deliberate wave, accompanied by an infuriatingly serene smile. Have fun, he called, his voice soft yet brimming with amusement.
Niles didnt waste a second. With surprising finesse, he spun her into the center of the dance floor, his movements quick and deliberate. Xemenas scowl deepened, her face burning with a mix of rage and embarrassment.
Her thoughts churned. The punishment Ill deliver for this will be legendary, Xander. But for now, she had no choice but to endure as the music swelled around them and all eyes turned to watch the unlikely pair glide across the floor.
Xemena let herself be led by Niles across the dance floor, her movements precise and poised as if each step were part of a calculated game. Niles, meanwhile, was silently rehearsing how to broach the topic weighing on his mind. But before he could speak, Xemena broke the silence, her voice sharp and cutting.
The last time you embarrassed me, I nearly had you struck down by a sword, she said, her tone a cold reminder of the moment in the courtyard when her icy glare alone had summoned the Xargian Guard to silence him. Her scarlet eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity. Its bold of you to ask me to dance, she added, her gaze narrowing further. Or foolish.
Niles didnt flinch, nor did he smile. I spoke with your former betrothed, he said softly, his words heavy with meaning.
Xemenas steps faltered, her piercing gaze locking onto his. Are you here to mock me? she asked, her voice low and brimming with suspicion. My father has already shamed me enough for
Niles interrupted, his voice steady but urgent. Somethings off about him I feel it in my
My gut feeling, Xemena finished for him, her tone dismissive. This isnt some fairy tale where instincts uncover hidden truths, and everyone lives happily ever after. Marriages are meant to build power, not love-struck fantasies.
Niles twirled her effortlessly, the motion catching the attention of several guests as he brought her back into a close hold. Their faces hovered just a breath apart. Whats your skill? he asked, his voice quiet but direct.
Manners, Xemena shot back, her lips curling into a faint smirk. You dont ask a lady what her skill is.
Zacharias said it was useless, Niles countered, his tone calm but pointed. And thats why he broke off the engagement.
A flicker of pain crossed Xemenas face, quickly masked with a sigh. Since youre about to be banished anyway, I suppose it doesnt matter. My skill is appraisal. Anything inanimate that I touch, I can see its name. Hardly something to boast about, wouldnt you agree? Her tone dripped with bitter resignation.
Niless reaction, however, was anything but expected. Thats an AMAZING skill! he exclaimed, his face lighting up with unrestrained enthusiasm.
Xemena blinked, caught entirely off guard. Keep your voice down! she hissed, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment.
But Niles wasnt deterred. No, seriously! Thats incredible! You could identify rare artifacts, spot counterfeits, uncover hidden properties, solve mysteries, bypass traps He rattled off possibilities like a child discovering a treasure map, his excitement uncontainable.
Xemena struggled to keep up, staring at him as though he were a madman. Youre an idiot, she muttered, though there was no malice in her words and before she could stop herself, her lips curled into a small, genuine smile
Your nose wrinkles when you smile, Niles said suddenly, his voice warm and teasing.
The comment startled her. For a moment, her scarlet eyes softened, and her defenses faltered under the weight of his earnest gaze.
Her cheeks warmed, and she quickly looked away, focusing instead on the rhythm of the dance. But a strange flutter in her chest lingered.
Chapter 19: The Final Dance of The Banished Champion And The Princess
Xemena caught her breath and met Niless eyes again as they continued their dance. So, whats your plan for tomorrow? Where are you going in your banishment? There was a faint edge of curiosity in her tone.
I dont know, Niles admitted with a shrug before flipping the question back. Do you have any ideas?
Xemenas gaze shifted as she considered it, then a sly smirk tugged at her lips. Id suggest Monster Island. Its unclaimed territory, rich in resourcesbut crawling with monsters. No ones been able to settle there for long.
Perfect! Niles exclaimed, cutting her off mid-warning. His face lit up as if shed handed him a treasure map, completely ignoring the word monsters.
Xemena raised an incredulous brow. Did you not hear the part about monsters? Her eyes scanned his face, searching for a hint of humor, but he looked utterly sincere.
Well be fine, he assured her with an optimistic grin.
Fine? Xemena echoed, her tone edged with disbelief. Full armies have tried to claim that island and failed miserably
Thank you, Niles interrupted again, his excitement undeterred. Once weve settled, Ill be sure to send you an invitation.
Xemena stared at him for a moment, half-convinced this was some elaborate joke, but his earnestness was impossible to miss. Finally, she shook her head and let out a soft chuckle at the sheer absurdity of his confidence.
The music shifted, signaling the end of their dance. All around them, guests were bowing to their partners and swapping places for the next tune. The band struck up a fresh melody, and the ballroom filled with murmurs and new pairings forming across the floor.
Xemena made a small, graceful bow to signal her thanks, but Niles didnt return it. Instead, he extended his hand toward her once again.
I think Ive got it now, he said, his grin wide and confident.
Got what? Xemena asked, her brows arching in skepticism.
The dance your guests are doing, Niles explained. I kind of kidnapped you for that last one, but this time... He stepped back slightly, his posture upright and formal, and bowed just like the other men on the floor. Princess Xemena, would you do me the honor of another dance?
Xemenas lips twitched upward despite herself. You really think youve got the steps down? She crossed her arms, studying him.
Care to see for yourself? Niles replied, his confidence unwavering.
With a faint shake of her head, Xemena raised her hand and pressed her palm against his, their fingers meeting like two walls in a standoff. Dont forgetdont embarrass me, she warned.
The music swelled, and they began to move. To Xemenas surprise, Niles kept up, matching her steps with surprising fluidity as they glided across the floor in sync with the other dancers.
As they danced closer, Niles leaned in and whispered, Act casual, but I need to tell you something.
Xemenas brow arched, sensing urgency in his tone. Of course, she replied, her voice low as she adjusted her posture.
You should summon the Xargian Guards back.
Her expression shifted to mild offense. You doubt our security measures? Is this another one of your infamous gut feelings?
Long story short Niles began, stumbling slightly on the dance floor. Xemena steadied him, smirking. I see youve overestimated your coordination.
Ha-ha, hilarious, Niles replied dryly.
Ill take that as a compliment, she teased, her smile smug. Before she could savor the moment, Niles subtly maneuvered his leg in front of hers, causing her to trip slightly.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
You did that on purpose! she hissed.
Who, me? I was just overestimating again, he quipped, spinning her gracefully as she shot him a glare.
What proof do you have? Xemena finally asked when their eyes met again.
They moved in rhythm, and Niles lowered his voice. Felix, the moat bridge guard, says hes sensed more hostility than usual from the guests. And Winstonour assistantsays some of their levels are unusually high, especially Zachariass.
Xemena exhaled, unimpressed. Nonsense. If someone was plotting, my fathers Veritas Gaze wouldve exposed them already. He can sense lies from a mile away.
Do the guests know about his ability? Niles asked.
Of course, she replied, almost dismissively. Its feared across the realm.
Niles sighed, ready to drop the subject. Alright, one last thing, then. Zacharias was drinking something blue. It looked delicious. Do you know where I can find it?
The question made Xemena freeze mid-step, her scarlet eyes widening. It cant be she whispered.
What? Niles asked, confused.
Xemenas eyes narrowed as she whispered, that blue drink, it could be a mana potionan incredibly rare and potent one.
Follow my lead, she commanded, taking charge of the dance. She guided him across the floor, weaving through the crowd until they reached her father, who was still in conversation with Aurelia and Lord Aldric.
King Xerxes raised a brow, surprised to see his daughter dancing with Niles. Before anyone could react, Xemena boldly declared, Father, Ive decided to marry Sir Niles.
Lord Aldric gasped. Aurelia gasped. Niles gasped.
Xerxes, however, frowned. There will be no such thing. I forbid it.
Thank you, Father, Xemena said smoothly, bowing her head. Ill obey your command.
She spun Niles away before anyone could speak further.
Blushing furiously, Niles stammered, I I didnt know you felt that way about me.
Xemena shot him a withering glare. Dont flatter yourself. Who in their right mind would marry you, let alone date you?
Niless face paled. Oh, he muttered, filing this rejection into the Hall of Fame for Brutal Putdowns.
Listen carefully, Xemena said sharply, her scarlet eyes fixed on Niles. My fathers Veritas Gaze didnt activate when I lied just now. That means something is wrong.
Niless hopeful expression softened into confusion as she sighed. And no, I wasnt honest
Couldnt you have lied about something less... humiliating? Niles muttered, clearly stung.
Xemenas lips curled into a sly smile. And miss the chance to ruffle the goddesss feathers? You mistake me for someone with kind intentions. Her narrowed gaze glimmered with mischief, almost daring him to challenge her.
She shifted gears quickly, her tone turning practical. After this dance, Ill send word to one of my retainers to recall the Xargian Guards. Just in case.
Thanks, Niles said with a nod, genuinely relieved.
But before they could relax, Niles noticed something unsettling. Across the room, Zachariass cold, slit-like eyes tracked them with an almost reptilian intensity.
The music shifted to its final notes, Xemena leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper. I need you to know something about Zacharias, she began, her gaze darting briefly toward the man across the room, who was still watching them intently.
What about him? Niles asked, his expression sharpening.
His skill, she said, her tone laced with unease. Its called Viper Eyes.
Viper Eyes? Niles repeated, his brows furrowing.
It grants him night visionperfect clarity in darkness, Xemena explained, her voice steady but quiet. He sees the world better at night than most can during the day. Shadows are no obstacle to him. In dim light or complete darkness, he can spot even the faintest movements.
Niless mind raced as he processed her words. So... he thrives where others falter?
Exactly, Xemena confirmed, glancing toward Zacharias again, who was now sipping from his goblet with a smug expression. Its a dangerous skill for someone with his ambitions. Youd better hope he doesnt decide that this night is his stage.
Niless jaw tightened. Good to know, he said grimly, then smirked faintly. Guess Ill have to stay out of the shadows then.
Xemena didnt laugh. This isnt a joke.
Ive got a dagger in my coat, Niles whispered back. When the dance ends, Ill pass it to you. Use the chill as an excuse to ask your retainer for something warmerhide the blade with them.
Xemena raised a brow, slightly impressed. Not a bad plan. Maybe you arent a complete idiot after all.
As the final notes of the music faded, applause rippled through the ballroom. Niles offered a gentlemanly bow, while Xemena performed a small curtsy, delicately holding the ends of her dress.
Its freezing, she declared with feigned innocence, her voice cutting through the polite murmurs around them. Ill take your coat.
Niles hesitated for a moment but quickly played along, removing his coat and handing it to her. Thank you for the dance, he said, his tone polite.
Xemena smirked as she turned to leave, tossing a parting remark over her shoulder. Good luck in your banishment.
Niles remained in his bow, ever gracious, though his lips quirked in quiet amusement.
Xemena strode toward the sidelines, her steps confident. As she passed Prince Xander, he raised a brow. How was it? he asked, his tone warm.
Not bad, she replied, her voice cool but carrying a subtle undertone of satisfaction.
Xander, closed his eyes as if suppressing a smile. A faint warmth seemed to radiate from his sister, a rare glimpse of something softer beneath her guarded exterior. But neither sibling spoke further, their unspoken understanding more than enough.
Chapter 20: The Guards Betrayal and Discovery
Xemena stepped aside with one of her female assistants, her expression sharp and purposeful. In a hushed tone, she instructed her to fetch Dragon, the leader of the Xargian Guard, to bolster security measures. Afterward, she retrieved the dagger from Niless coat, concealing it discreetly beneath her dress, slipping it into the waistband of her leggings. Once prepared, she smoothed her gown and reentered the bustling dance hall.
Zacharias, the first prince of ZairuleSnake Eyes, as Niles had dubbed himmade his approach. His slit-like eyes appeared almost closed, but the smug smile curling his lips betrayed his confidence.
My warmest regards to the radiant princess, he began, his voice honeyed and smooth. You look as though youve descended from the heavens themselves. His words dripped with flattery, his every sentence carefully polished.
What a magnificent celebration. My people and I are truly honored to have been invited, he continued, bowing low. And congratulations are in order for the successful summoning of champions from another realm. A remarkable feat, indeed.
His tone, though courteous, carried a subtle edge, each phrase meticulously designed to praise while steering clear of any confrontation. Xemena met his gaze, unflinching, fully aware of the history they shared and the calculated precision in his every word.
What do you want? Xemena asked, her tone clipped, her attention barely grazing him.
Oh my, Zacharias replied, feigning shock as a smirk curled his lips. Is that truly how a princess of Xandria greets a guest? How improper. He spread his arms in mock confusion, his expression a picture of exaggerated innocence. Or perhaps youre still upset about me canceling the engagement?
Relieved, Xemena answered coldly, her voice as sharp as a blade.
The directness of her reply seemed to sting, and for a moment, something shifted in Zacharias. His eyes, usually slitted and unreadable, cracked open just enough to reveal a faint glimmer of irritation. Im glad to hear that, he said smoothly, though the undertone in his voice suggested otherwise.
Without elaboration, he extended a hand toward her. Might I have the honor of asking you for a dance?
Xemenas scarlet eyes narrowed in suspicion, her gaze judging him with ruthless precision. Why? she asked, her tone flat, making no effort to mask her lack of interest.
To restore your honor, Zacharias replied, his voice laced with what almost sounded like sympathy. We cant have the reputation of the most beautiful princess in the realms sullied by having just danced with a banished outsider, can we?
I agree, Xemena said, her voice calm but piercing as she locked eyes with Zacharias. She pushed off the wall she had been leaning against, her posture commanding. Nearby, Xander stood quietly, his gaze fixed on their exchange, observing every nuance.
Zacharias, ever composed, offered a charming smile as he extended his hand, clearly expecting her to take it and accompany him to the dance floor.
Then bring me a man whos honorable, Xemena said sharply, her tone dismissive.
The words hit like a whip crack, and Zacharias froze. His smile faltered, and he straightened slightly from his slight bow. I... Im sorry, Princess. I dont understand, he said, his voice betraying a flicker of unease.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.
By now, a small crowd had begun to gather, their curious whispers rippling through the room like a low tide. The murmurs grew louder, speculating that the Princess of Xandria had just rejected the First Prince of Zairule for a dance.
Xemena didnt reply. Her silence hung heavy in the air, the weight of her unspoken words more damning than anything she could have said aloud.
Zacharias shifted uncomfortably, his composure cracking under the scrutiny of the onlookers. The growing tension made his smile seem forced as he finally straightened, chuckling softly, then breaking into a dry laugh. Ah, thank you, Princess. Your sense of humor always lightens any room, he said, his tone strained but polite. Once again, thank you for your hospitality. Lets pray we both enjoy the rest of this splendid evening.
With that, he gave a slight bow and turned, walking away with forced dignity.
Xemena remained still, her arms crossed, watching him retreat until he disappeared into the crowd. Only then did she take a slow, measured breath.
Xander stepped forward, his expression unreadable except for the faintest curve of his lipsan almost-smile.
That felt good, Xemena said with a small, satisfied smile, glancing at her brother.
Xander tilted his head slightly. Shall we join our brother at the feasting table?
Sure, Xemena replied, her tone lighter now as they moved to rejoin the festivities.
Xemena''s assistant moved swiftly through the courtyard toward the moat bridge, her steps light and purposeful. Passing the stables, she was stopped by a voicekind, yet slightly too eager.
Evening, young maiden, said one of the guards, it was Felixs follow moat guard friend, his tone casual. What brings you out here at this hour? Shouldnt you be enjoying the ball?
She turned to face him, offering a polite smile as though speaking to an old friend. Just a night stroll. The duties of court life can be rather draining.
The guard nodded, falling in step beside her. Aye, thats true enough. Are you headed anywhere in particular?
Perhaps to enjoy the city lights, she replied, her tone light, though she didnt slow her pace.
Anyone youre planning to meet? he asked, pressing just slightly.
None that I have in mind, she said, keeping her voice neutral.
The guard shrugged, his posture easy. Fair enough. Just thought Id check since the Xargian Guard has returned to the barracks tonight. They handled some incidents in the city earlier, but its all quiet now.
The assistant paused briefly, her expression measured. I see. Thank you for the information.
The guard gave a small sigh. Dont let their beast helmets intimidate you. Theyre not as dangerous as they look. Ill walk you to the barracksjust to be safe.
She hesitated for a moment, then inclined her head. Thats kind of you. Thank you.
The two continued toward the barracks, their conversation soft and unassuming in the cool night air.
At the moat bridge, Felix was keeping watch, munching on a pastry Niles had brought him earlier. He had been meaning to check on his fellow guard friend and share some of the treats before their last shift together, especially since tomorrow, Felix would leave to join Niless party.
From a distance, Felix noticed his colleague walking beside the court assistant. They seemed to be chatting amicably as they approached the barracks. Felix raised an eyebrow but decided not to interrupt. Good for him, he thought with a wry grin, assuming his friend had found some pleasant company. He turned back to his post, sipping from his glass of water.
Some time later, the other guard returned, crossing the bridge with an air of casual ease. Felix waved, holding up the pastries. Evening! Hows it going? Anything to report?
The guard grinned faintly as he approached. Nothing unusual. And you?
Same. Niles dropped by earlierbrought some food and water. Here, have one! Felix offered a pastry, extending his hand.
Their hands brushed briefly as the other guard accepted the treat, and Felixs skill activated. A cold, dreadful feeling sank into him. Hostile. Dangerous.
Felixs expression barely changed, but his pause was enough to tip off the other guard. The man sighed, lowering the pastry. I tried to avoid touching you, really. But you made sure to press just close enough.
Felixs hand moved subtly toward the hilt of his sword. His voice was calm but firm. What happened to the woman you were with?
The guards smirk turned sharp, his tone mocking. I think you already know.
The tension between them snapped like a drawn bowstring. Swords were drawn, the clash of metal shattering the quiet night as they fought under the pale glow of the castle lights.
Chapter 21: The Golden Bank Representatives
Felix''s sword sought the moment to end the fight, his strikes precise yet desperate. Not long ago, the man before him had been a fellow moat guard, a partner hed stood watch with for years. Theyd shared shifts, words, and silent hours on the bridge. And yet, Felix had realized tonight that he truly knew nothing about him. That mysterywhy a good man had turnedmight forever remain unanswered. Now, their blades clashed in a brutal dance, each strike meant to kill.
The traitor moved with agility, his feet light as he sidestepped Felix''s advance, creating distance. With a deft motion, he spun his spear from his palms and lunged. Felix raised his shield just in time, the blow ringing out into the night.
Why?! Felixs voice cracked, his frustration and confusion spilling into the cold air.
The only answer was a guttural snarl: Die!
The spear jabbed relentlessly, seeking a chink in Felixs armor. Felix countered, leaping forward to close the distance, negating the reach advantage. His sword found its mark, piercing the guards chest with a sickening sound. For a moment, Felix thought it was overuntil searing pain ripped through his side. The guards spear had struck home, exploiting a gap in Felixs armor.
Both men faltered. The guards spear clattered to the ground as his body stiffened, his eyes glazing over in death. Felix staggered, blood seeping through his armor. His mind screamed at him to keep moving. He had to reach the city, alert the Xargian Guard, warn them of treachery.
His legs carried him forward, heavy and unsteady. The commotion had drawn the attention of other guards. Shapes moved in the darkness, and Felixs chest tightenedwere they allies or enemies? He would never know.
With one final, shuddering step, Felix collapsed onto the bridge, the cold stone beneath him pulling him into unconsciousness.
The soldiers moved quickly, carrying both Felix and the fallen guard to a discreet location, their movements shrouded in the deepening night. "Shouldn''t we be closing the moat bridge by now?" one soldier whispered sharply, glancing around nervously. "Not yet," another muttered. "We wait until the representatives from the Golden Bank have departed. It wont be much longer."
Overhead, the night sky continued to darken, the heavens consumed by the encroaching darkness. Yet, piercing through the gloom, a full moon hung high, its pale glow spilling silver light across the landscape.
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The feasting table buzzed with activity. The royal siblings and the two summoned champions seemed to be enjoying themselves, forming a lively group amidst the grander festivities unfolding around them. Each found satisfaction in their own way: Xemena, for the first time in her life, had danced on the ballroom floor; Xander refrained from dancing but observed with his usual quiet demeanor; Xhiva savored the food and drink with evident delight; and Roy and Gustavus, gradually relaxing, discovered that beneath their harsh exteriors, the royal siblings were human too.
But Niles was nowhere to be found among them. He was busy elsewhere, fueled by the urge for mischief. Taking full advantage of his diplomatic immunityor so he liked to thinkhe reasoned that since he was already banished, there wasnt much more they could do to him anyway.
His gaze landed on Zachariaswhom hed nicknamed Snake Eyesconversing with two men dressed in opulent gold and white attire. One was short and stocky, with no discernible neck and a faint, light-colored mustache. The other was unnervingly thin, clean-shaven, with oversized ears. Both wore sashes draped diagonally across their chests, adorned with brooches bearing the emblem of a golden pig.
"Time to make some new acquaintances," Niles muttered to himself with a mischievous grin, rubbing his hands together like a scheming rogue.
With the swagger of a modern-day hip-hop fan, Niles strutted toward Zacharias and his two guests. His movements were so unconventional that nearby onlookers couldnt help but stare, some whispering that he might have had too much wine. But Niles wasnt drunkhe was simply high on life.
Yo, Zacharias, my brother from another mother! Niles greeted, his voice loud and exaggerated, immediately tightening the tension in the First Prince of Zairules shoulders. Zacharias looked both bewildered and mildly irritated. What? he muttered, visibly caught off guard.
Taking Zachariass confusion as an invitation, Niles turned his attention to the two men beside him, grinning broadly. Arent you going to introduce me? he asked, his tone as cheerful as it was disarming.
Still recovering from the sudden intrusion, Zacharias gave a hesitant nod and gestured toward Niles. This is Niles, he managed.
...A summoned champion from Earth! Niles chimed in, wiggling his fingertips theatrically in front of the guests faces like a magician mid-performance. The two men exchanged awkward glances, unsure how to respond.
Clearing his throat with a deliberate cough, Zacharias quickly tried to steer the interaction. We were just leaving, the shorter man with the pale mustache interjected smoothly, his tone clipped. The taller one gave a curt nod, clearly eager to exit.
Well, thank you for the conversation, Lord Zacharias, the mustached man added politely, ignoring Niles entirely.
But Niles was unfazed. You couldnt outmaneuver a salesman from Earth, especially one seasoned in external sales. As the two men turned to leave, Niles called out, his grin undeterred, Whats up with the golden pigs? He pointed casually at the brooches on their sashes, his voice brimming with curiosity and just the right amount of mischief.
Its the symbol of the Golden Bank, the mustachioed man replied, his tone dripping with self-importance. We are here as representatives. Now, if youll excuse us, we must be on our way. Have a pleasant evening. His formal words came swiftly, clearly designed to shut down the conversation.
But Niles, ever the opportunist and adept at handling objectionswhether in sales or life (though not without the occasional sting)wasnt so easily dismissed. With a knowing grin, he grabbed a goblet from a passing silver platter carried by one of the castles tireless servants. Whats the hurry? he asked, his voice casual but laced with intrigue.
Our business is our own, the mustachioed mans taller companion added curtly. Once again, thank you for your time, Lord Zacharias. Well be sure to remain in contact.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.
Zacharias, visibly relieved to see them go, gave a small bow. Of course, he said smoothly.
Now, lets be on our way. Its getting late, the mustachioed man urged, gesturing toward the exit.
Niles wasnt done yet. As they moved to leave, he called after them, his tone deceptively light, Arent you going to bid farewell to the king or the royal heirs before you go? With the same motion, he plucked a gleaming dessert fork from a nearby tray, as if preparing for some harmless mischief.
The mustachioed man stiffened, exhaling sharply before responding, Weve already spoken with the king earlier. Thank you for your consideration. He moved to dismiss Niles again, but Niles leaned in just enough to toss a baited hook.
Did you tell the king about the Golden Banks secret? he asked, his grin widening.
The words hit their mark. Both representatives froze mid-step, their nervous glances betraying them as they turned back to face him. What secret? the mustachioed man demanded, his voice tight.
Zacharias, his composure slipping into frustration, hissed under his breath, What are you doing? Stop it!
But Niles was already in motion. Ignoring Zacharias entirely, he struck the rim of his goblet with the dessert fork in his hand. The sharp ringing reverberated across the hall, commanding attention.
Announcement! he bellowed, his voice booming over the festive chatter.
The musicians faltered, their instruments falling silent as the ballrooms atmosphere shifted. Every head turned toward the sudden commotion, their gazes fixed on Niles, Zacharias, and the two representatives from the Golden Bank, now standing awkwardly in the spotlight.
Thank you, everyone, for sharing this beautiful ball with us tonight, Niles began, his voice carrying across the hall, capturing the attention of every guest.
What the hell is he doing? Roy whispered harshly from his seat, his hands gripping the edge of the table.
Hes going to get us in trouble again, Gustavus muttered, nervously glancing between Niles and Xemena. Her eyes were fixed on Niles, unblinking, her expression unreadable.
Or worse, Gustavus added, swallowing hard.
Xhiva, mid-bite, paused his meal to analyze the unfolding situation, his sharp gaze cutting through the tension. Meanwhile, Xander rose quietly from his seat, choosing to melt into the edges of the crowd, ready to observe from a safer vantage point.
Unfazed, Niles continued, his grin widening. And thank you, King Xerxes, ruler of this land, the Dragon of a Thousand Crowns, for organizing such a magnificent celebration. Lets all give him a round of applause!
He began clapping, a single man igniting a reluctant wave. Slowly, the crowd joined in, their polite applause filling the room. But not everyone played along. Zacharias stood frozen, his jaw tight, while the two Golden Bank representatives shifted nervously, their forced smiles masking rising panic.
King Xerxes, watching from the edge of the hall, began to move. His boots echoed on the polished floor as he strode forward, torn between executing Niles on the spot or waiting until the crowd dispersed to make an example of him.
Undeterred by the palpable tension, Niles raised his goblet, his movements theatrical. Our esteemed guests here he gestured broadly toward the Golden Bank representatives with a showmans flourish are excusing themselves for the evening.
The two men gave awkward, stilted waves to the crowd, their faces pale.
Niless grin stretched wider as he leaned in slightly, lowering his tone just enough to pull everyone further into his spell. And as they leave, I do hope theyve shared with you one little detail. He paused, twirling the goblet in his hand with playful menace. One teeny, tiny little detail...
The room held its collective breath, the tension crackling like a drawn bowstring.
Then, with a sharp exhale, Niles thrust his hand outward, his voice booming with the authority of a ringmaster unveiling the evenings main attraction. THE GOLDEN BANK IS BROKE!
The proclamation sliced through the silence like a blade. Gasps erupted from the crowd. The representatives flinched as though struck, their composure cracking in real-time.
King Xerxes stopped mid-stride, his expression darkening into something unholy. Niles, still high on the energy of his stunt, basked in the chaos hed unleashed, his goblet raised in mock triumph.
Thats preposterous! the mustached representative from the Golden Bank bellowed, his indignation echoing through the grand hall. His colleague, equally ruffled, thrust an accusatory finger toward Niles. Youre a liar! he snapped.
Niles smiled, unfazed. Everything he had done up to this point was a gamble. But back on Earth, hed learned one undeniable truth: banks never truly have the money they claim to. They lend beyond their means and live in fear of a collective withdrawal. It might be different in this world, surebut judging by the representatives defensiveness, he had struck a nerve.
So, youre calling me a liar? Niles asked, his grin widening.
Absolutely! barked the mustached man, his voice louder now, hoping to sway the murmuring crowd. And by the sound of it, the audience was leaning in their favor.
But Niles wasnt done. Raising his goblet, he spoke above the din. Im sure everyone here is familiar with the Kings Gaze, he said, gesturing toward Xerxes. The eyes that see through any lie.
The murmurs stilled, and all eyes shifted to the king. Xerxes, standing at a distance, absorbed the weight of the rooms attention. His simmering anger at the interruption gave way to a measured nod, a signal of his readiness to act. He began stepping forward.
The Golden Bank representatives turned pale, their composure cracking. Even Prince Zachariass expression faltered, his sharp eyes betraying a flicker of panic.
Someones canceling the Kings skill, Niles thought, recalling Xemenas earlier suspicions. By the look on Zachariass face, he was well aware of it too.
Zacharias moved quickly, cutting in with his most authoritative voice. Everyone, this is a fools game! he announced, glaring daggers at Niles. The summoned champion has had too much to drink and seeks only to stir chaos.
He turned to the Golden Bank representatives with a bow. Honored guests, I apologize for this disruption. Please, you are free to take your leave.
The representatives nodded, eager to escape, and began making their way toward the exit.
Wait.
The low, commanding growl of King Xerxes halted them in their tracks. The air in the room seemed to thicken as all eyes turned to the king.
To put this matter to rest before rumors spread, Xerxes said, his voice a mixture of restraint and menace, we will settle the truth here and now.
My king, Zacharias interjected, his voice tinged with desperation, theres no need to indulge this farce. The words of this outworlder are nothing but
Who are you to question my authority? Xerxes cut him off, his tone sharp as steel. Zacharias bit his lip and lowered his gaze, stepping back in silent deference.
Xemena smirked at the sight, quietly savoring her former betrotheds embarrassment.
Continue, Xerxes commanded, his piercing eyes fixed on Niles.
Niles exhaled, steadying himself under the kings unrelenting gaze. The Golden Bank is broke, he declared boldly.
The room descended into stunned silence.
The kings expression shifted from rage to bewilderment. Impossible, he muttered under his breath. But then, his gaze flickered, the unmistakable glow of his Veritas Gaze igniting in his eyes.
Xerxess voice rang out, a mix of disbelief and judgment. The summoned one speaks the truth. The Golden Bank isbroke. He turned his fiery gaze toward the trembling representatives. Explain yourselves, he demanded.
The mustached man stammered, sweat beading on his brow. W-we can explain! There must be a mistake
The Golden Bank would never run out of credit! the taller representative insisted.
Are you now doubting my skill? Xerxes thundered, his voice like a lions roar. The words reverberated through the hall, making the two men visibly tremble.
Meanwhile, Xander, who had been subtly moving through the crowd, noticed Zacharias making small, frantic hand gestures. They were quick and precise, like someone smothering flames.
The mustached man caught sight of the gestures too, his face twisting in alarm. What are you doing, Prince Zacharias? Were still here! This wasnt the plan!
Zachariass eyes gleamed with a sinister yellow hue as he hissed one word: Enough.
Chapter 22: The Midnight Coup
The ballroom fell into chaos as several invited guests subtly began to encircle the room, moving like shadows under Zachariass silent hand signal. Xanders sharp eyes caught the motion, and he exchanged a warning glance with his siblingsa silent notification to be ready.
King Xerxes, however, was too consumed with his interrogation of the Golden Bank representatives to notice the subtle shift in the room. Then it happenedthe guests began extinguishing the ballrooms candles one by one. A moment ago, the room had been ablaze with light and color; now, darkness crept in, suffocating the grandeur.
What is happening? Xerxes grumbled, glancing around as the dimness grew oppressive.
The answer came in the form of a chilling sight. Zachariass eyes glinted with a predatory yellow glow, piercing the darkness like a reptilian marking its prey. He wasnt alone. One by one, other guests revealed the same glowing eyesyellow orbs brimming with malevolence. Zachariass skill was being shared, likely through another guests power.
The clinking of metal began to fill the room, a symphony of hidden weapons being unsheathed. Xerxes turned in place, his composure faltering as the unfamiliar sounds intensified. Whats going on? he demanded again, his voice losing its edge.
Xemenas cry cut through the confusion like a dagger. FATHER, ITS A TRAP!
The warning came just in time. Xander drew his longsword in one swift motion, charging toward his father. Xerxes turned to face his son, his heart breaking at the sight of the blade poised to strike. Betrayal? His eldest son? Grief twisted his features as he braced for the blow.
But Xanders blade was not meant for him. In a dazzling arc, the sword clashed against Zachariass twin shortswords, the strike deflecting what would have been a lethal blow to the kings neck. Zacharias moved with the precision of a viper, one blade parrying Xander while the other grazed Xerxess throat, leaving a shallow but painful wound.
The king staggered, falling to one knee, his hand pressing against his bleeding neck. His eyes locked onto Zacharias, the first prince of Zairule, whose glowing gaze burned with unbridled ambition.
KILL THEM ALL! Zacharias roared, his voice igniting chaos like wildfire.
The ballroom erupted. Guests tore away their disguises, revealing weapons and armor hidden beneath their fine clothing. They were no noblesthey were assassins. Blades flashed and struck down Xandrian dignitaries before they could react.
Amidst the carnage, Niless voice rang out, raw with urgency. RUN!
Screams filled the air as unarmed nobles scrambled to escape, only to find the exits blocked by guards wearing Xandrian colors, now cutting down their own people with cold efficiency.
Xhiva, targeted by three assassins armed with crossbows, moved with surprising agility for his size. Grabbing a heavy feasting table, he swung it like a makeshift shield, the bolts embedding harmlessly into the wood. Stay close! he barked to Roy and Gustavus, who had initially bolted but quickly returned to stand back-to-back with their ally.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.
Xemena was a force of nature. A soldier charged her, sword raised high, but she was faster. Drawing the dagger Niles had gifted her, she sidestepped his attack and struck him down with one fluid motion. Her eyes scanned the chaos, locking onto her father, unarmed and dazed, wandering the dance floor like a man lost in a nightmare.
FATHER, FIGHT! she screamed, throwing the fallen soldiers sword toward him. But Xerxes stood motionless, staring at the blood on his hand from his wound, the thrown blade landed next to him. Xerxes voice trembled, barely audible amidst the slaughter. How could this happen?
The king stumbled forward, his steps heavy with disbelief. Loyal servants and nobles hurled themselves in front of him, their bodies torn apart by the blades meant for their sovereign. Xerxes barely noticed their sacrifice, his mind clouded with despair.
FATHER! Xemena shouted again, her voice cracking with desperation. Her distraction cost heran assassin lunged at her from the shadows. She barely managed to parry the blade with her dagger, her movements driven by sheer survival instinct.
The once-grand ballroom was now a battlefield, the glow of the full moon casting eerie light through the shattered windows, illuminating the faces of both the desperate and the damned.
In Xemenas periphery, she caught sight of her eldest brother, Xander, locked in a fierce duel with Zacharias. Xander, the strongest warrior in the entire Xandrian kingdom, was being forced backsomething she had never thought possible. His long, horsetail-style hair whipped wildly with each clash of steel. His gritted teeth betrayed the strain he was under. The ballrooms confined space made his massive two-handed sword cumbersome, leaving him at a disadvantage against Zachariass twin blades.
Zacharias fought with precision and speed, his movements as fluid and deadly as a serpents strike. He circled Xander with a cruel grin, his glowing yellow eyesenhanced by his skill Viper Eyescutting through the darkness like twin lanterns. Is this all youve got, mighty prince? Zacharias taunted, his voice a venomous whisper. If Id known it would be this easy, Id have taken your life years ago.
With a dancers grace, Zacharias feinted to the left before slicing to the right, his blade carving a shallow wound across Xanders side. The prince staggered, forced to retreat a few steps to regain his footing. Blood darkened the edges of his shirt, and his breaths grew heavier.
Then, as if on cue, heavy curtains fell across the ballroom windows, cutting off the moonlight. Darkness consumed the space, save for the faint glow of Zachariass predatory eyes. Sweet dreams, dear prince, Zacharias murmured, his tone mocking and sinister. He melted into the shadows, preparing his next ambush, his movements nearly imperceptible to all but himself.
Meanwhile, Xhiva was slowing down. Though his strength and speed were formidable for a man of his size, his stamina faltered. The once-mighty feasting table in his hands moved less and less with each swing, its wooden surface splintered and riddled with arrowheads.
Keep going! Roy urged, his voice steady but strained.
Weve got your back! Gustavus added, though his wide eyes betrayed his fear.
Xhivas chest heaved, sweat pouring down his brow, but he nodded, refusing to give in.
Unnoticed by the trio, an assassin crept closer, his blade gleaming faintly in the dim light. He had singled out Roy, Xandrias famed secret weapon, as his target. The assassin moved with eerie precision, and by the time Roy noticed, it was too late. The blade was already descending toward him.
But instead of finding its mark, the steel pierced flesh elsewhere.
Roys eyes widened in horror as Niles threw himself into the assassins path, his body colliding with the attacker in a desperate attempt to deflect the strike. The blade shifted direction but still found purchase, sliding through Niless abdomen with a chilling ease.
The room seemed to freeze. Niles gasped, his face pale but determined, as the assassin pulled back his bloodied blade. Roys voice caught in his throat, a strangled cry forming as he watched his friend stumble.
NILES! Roy finally screamed, his hands reaching out to catch his friend before he fell to the ground.
Chapter 23: One Man Army
The assassin raised his blade again, poised to finish off Roy. But before he could strike, a dagger whistled through the air, embedding itself squarely in the back of the assassins skull. The force dropped him instantly. Across the room, Xemena emerged from the shadows, rushing to their side. Without hesitation, she pried the sword from the assassins lifeless hands, then tore a strip of fabric from her dress to fashion a makeshift bandage. Her movements were precise, her focus unwavering as she wrapped the gaping wound across Niless abdomen.
Niles, barely able to keep his head upright, chuckled weakly despite the blood staining his lips. Xemena, please, dont undress for me. People might get the wrong idea.
Her expression remained cold as she tightened the bandage. This isnt the time for jokes, she replied curtly. Besides, its easier to move without the excess fabric.
Theres always time for jokes, Niles whispered, though his voice faltered, heavy with pain.
Roy cradled Niless upper body, panic flashing in his eyes. Hes losing too much blood! he cried.
Gustavus, his hands trembling, summoned a glow of green light. Healing! he shouted, casting the spell. The light enveloped Niles, easing his pain but leaving the wound raw and vulnerable.
Niles exhaled sharply and managed to speak. Leave me here. Fight your way through and escape.
Around them, the traitorous guards formed a tightening ring, their spears glinting in the faint light. Among them, several pairs of yellow-glowing eyesZachariass markscanned for any sign of resistance. The room was cloaked in near-total darkness, broken only by the flicker of dying candles and the gleam of blood-streaked blades. Cries of pain and pleas for mercy echoed through the massacre.
At the rooms center, Prince Xander stood as the last defense for King Xerxes, his long sword parrying Zachariass twin blades with difficulty. Zacharias attacked with an unrelenting fervor, his yellow eyes glinting like a predators in the shadows. Behind Xander, Xerxes sat slumped on the ballroom floor, his gaze distant, his spirit fractured. He looked like a man drowning in his own despair, his body asking an unspoken question: Where did I go wrong?
Xemena scanned the chaos, silently praying for the return of the aide she had dispatched to summon the Xargian Guard. But as the moments dragged on and her hopes dwindled, she realized something had gone terribly wrong.
Her eyes shifted to Niles. Despite his injury, his gaze darted through the room, sharp and searching. Finally, he spoke. Roy, he commanded, his voice strained but steady. Use Bombardment.
Roy froze, his face paling. What? I cant control it! I might hit us!
Its our only chance, Niles replied firmly, exhaling as if to steady himself. We have to gamble.
Roy hesitated, then nodded, trusting the determination in Niless eyes. With a snap of his fingers, the room changed.
A portal tore open high above the chaos. From it emerged the massive cannonancient and foreboding, its surface glowing with veins of energy that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Everyone in the room froze. Nobles, soldiers, assassinsall eyes turned to the ominous weapon as it vibrated, its aim shifting unpredictably. The air grew thick with dread.
Roy, his voice commanding as though taming a wild beast, shouted, Bombardment!.
The cannon trembled violently, swaying as if it had a mind of its own. It swung to the side, narrowly avoiding Niles, Roy, Gustavus, Xhiva, and Xemena. Then it fired.
A thunderous roar erupted, shaking the entire ballroom. The cannons blast struck near the main exit, obliterating the wall in an explosion of shattered stone and crumbling brick. Several enemies were caught in the devastating impact, their cries silenced instantly as the blast hurled them into the debris. Smoke filled the air like a dense fog, choking the room as fragments of stone and splintered wood rained down.
For a moment, silence reigned, broken only by the groans of the injured and the crumbling of loosened stones. Then, through the haze, Niless voice emerged, faint but defiant. Thats our way out, he murmured.
Prince Xander moved faster than anyone could follow. In one swift motion, he grabbed his father and bolted toward the newly created exit. Stop them! Zachariass voice rang out like a hunter''s call, but the gap in skill between them was insurmountable. Xander evaded incoming slashes with ease, his movements a blur. Once outside, standing atop the rubble cloaked in swirling mist, he hurled his father to safety with a strength that defied reason.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.
As Xerxes landed far from the chaos, Xander turned back toward the ballroom, his sharp eyes catching the approaching wave of assassins. Stop! Dont attack him there! Zacharias barked, but his words fell on deaf ears. The enemy surged toward Xander.
His voice thundered above the chaos, commanding the battlefield. SKILL ACTIVATION: ONE MAN ARMY!
A blazing scarlet aura erupted from his body, radiating power and menace. It was a skill designed for moments like this, enhancing his stats exponentially when fighting alone. The first wave of assassins reached him, only to be cleaved apart by his long, two-handed blade in a whirlwind of brutal precision.
Xander stood atop the rubble like a defiant wolf, his silhouette stark against the glowing full moon. The pale light illuminated the battlefield, robbing Zachariass forces of their night vision advantage. Surviving nobles and guests scrambled to the edges, desperate to avoid the carnage.
Come, Zacharias! Lets settle this! Xanders voice cut through the smoke like a battle cry. Coward! he added, his words dripping with venom meant to provoke.
But Zacharias was no fool. He wasnt about to face Xander in single combat while One Man Army was active. Xander, for all his power, was visibly fatigued. Blood stained his shredded clothes, and deep scratches lined his arms and torso, evidence of the fierce battle he had fought to protect his father.
Arrows whistled through the air, aimed at Xander, but he swatted them aside like gnats. His blade moved with effortless precision. Dont waste your arrows on him! Zacharias snarled, his slitted, glowing eyes narrowing. Then, with a sharp pivot, he pointed inside the ballroom.
Use them on him, he hissed, his finger aimed squarely at Niles.
Niles saw the pointing finger, heard the order, and muttered through gritted teeth, What a dick! What did I ever do to him? He wished desperately for his phone, imagining reporting Zacharias to HR for harassment. Xemena, smirking despite the chaos, steadied herself. You probably foiled his plans, she replied, her tone grim. Its not over yet.
Xhiva held the battered banquet table before them like a makeshift shield, its surface splintered from previous blows. Arrows rained down, forcing the group to huddle tightly together. But the table wasnt large enough to cover everyone. A sharp cry split the air as an arrow pierced Niless thigh. Pain seared through him, but he clenched his jaw, screaming through the agony. Screw you, Snake Eyes!
Zacharias raised his hand, commanding his remaining forces to encircle the group. The survivors, including a small cluster of nobles, huddled near them. Among them was Aldric, Aurelias father, though there was no sign of Aurelia herself. Zacharias cast a triumphant glance toward Xander, his expression smug as he declared, This is the end.
But before he could give the signal to charge, Niless voice rang out: BARRIER OF DEATH!
A shimmering blue wall of light materialized between the group and their attackers. It halted the charge, leaving the assassins staring at the barrier with hesitation. Youre bluffing, Zacharias sneered. If you had this kind of power, you wouldve used it earlier.
Niles, pale and sweating, kept his palm steady. If theres one thing Ive learned here, its not to tell strangers about my skills, he quipped, grinning faintly despite the pain.
Zachariass confidence wavered, irritation flashing across his face as he considered the barrier. Ill test it myself, he said coldly, grabbing one of the lanky representatives from the Golden Bank.
Wait! Let me go! What are you doing?! the man yelped, squirming in Zachariass grip.
You promised us safe passage! the smaller, mustachioed banker objected.
Zacharias ignored them both, shoving the taller man through the barrier. The banker clenched his eyes shut, bracing for death. When nothing happened, he opened them cautiously and patted his body. Im fine? he whispered, stunned.
The mustachioed banker sighed in relief. Zacharias glared at Niles. So youre nothing but a joker, even now, Zacharias growled at Niles. But this is the end for you and this pathetic nation.
A sudden shout cut through the tension. SIR NILES!
All eyes turned toward the sourcea court assistant standing atop the rubble near the exit. Behind him, Prince Xander rested against his sword, his pose calm, almost relaxed, as if he had all the time in the world.
I suspected something was wrong after our last discussion, Winston called out. So, I brought reinforcements!
From the haze emerged soldiers, one by one, wearing the snarling beast helmets of the Xargian Guard. Their arrival sent ripples of fear through Zachariass forces, their advantage vanishing with every passing second.
This shouldnt be happening, Zacharias muttered, realization dawning. The moat bridge must never have been raised, allowing the elite troops to cross undeterred.
Lord Zacharias, we need to retreat! one of his guards urged.
Zacharias turned back to Niles, his expression a mix of fury and reluctant admiration. This isnt over, he hissed. The world will hear of how Xandria lured us to this ball to slaughter us. Your reputation will crumble, and the Golden Bank will never stand with you.
Before anyone could respond, Zacharias turned his twin blades on the bankers themselves. In a single, ruthless motion, he cut them both down. Shame on you, he said mockingly, bowing as their bodies fell lifeless. With a flick of his wrist, he signaled his troops to retreat.
The Xargian Guard charged after them, steel clashing as a new battle erupted.
LEONORA! Xemenas voice cut through the chaos.
The soldier with the dragon helm tensed and abandoned the pursuit. WE HAVE AN INJURED MAN! Xemena shouted. Leonora rushed to Niles, whose pale complexion and weakening breaths signaled the life slipping from his body.
Stay awake! Roy yelled, his voice desperate.
Delete my search history, Niles murmured weakly, managing a faint chuckle.
You idiot! Fight! Gustavuss voice cracked as tears filled his eyes.
Leonora knelt beside Niles, her hand glowing faintly as she placed it on his abdomen. Healing, she whispered softly. The light enveloped him, knitting torn muscle and sealing his wound. The bleeding stopped, and warmth began to return to Niless body.
With newfound strength, Niles whispered, Please... find Aurelia... and Felix. Make sure theyre safe. His vision darkened, his body collapsing.
The last thing he saw was the faces of his alliesXemena, Xhiva, Xander, Winston, Roy, and Gustavusall shouting his name as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Chapter 24: The Cost of Survival
Hey! I leveled upfour levels! Roy exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement as he dumped all his newly earned skill points into strength.
Xhiva groaned from across the room, his voice cutting through the jubilation. Are you serious? Put them into spirit instead! It might stabilize your skill!
But a strong skill needs a strong wielder! Roy shot back, puffing out his chest.
Xhivas jaw dropped. Thats the dumbest thing Ive ever heard! he snapped, and before long, the two were bickering like toddlers. Name-calling, wild gestures, and even a spit attack from Xhiva escalated their argument, their titles of Summoned Champion and Prince forgotten in favor of petty squabbling.
You wanna fight?! Roy yelled, pushing back his chair with a dramatic scrape.
Anytime, anywhere! Xhiva fired back, standing from his stool, his confidence radiating.
Fine! The time is when Im fully charged, and the place is in front of my cannon! Roy declared, crossing his arms triumphantly.
A pause hung in the air.
Xhiva blinked, processing the absurdity of Roys challenge. ...Youre an idiot! he deadpanned, utterly unimpressed.
On the bed nearby, Niles stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he groggily registered the chaos. His head lolled to one side, spotting Xander leaning casually against the wall. The prince was freshly cleaned and patched up, wearing soft, unassuming clothes.
Xander gave him a gentle smile, and Niles returned it with a slow blink before rolling back to stare at the dark wooden ceiling above. He placed a hand on his stomach, where his wound had been. The pain was gone, replaced by a faint scar. His leg, too, was healed from the arrows bite.
From across the room, Gustavuss lament broke the moment of reflection. If only I had real healing powers like that dragon-helmet woman, then I couldve done something useful! he wailed, brushing away a tear. All I did was take away the pain for a little while, and then
Then Niles woke up screaming like a dying pig, cursed you, and passed out again? Roy interjected, his grin wide and merciless.
You could at least try to make it sound better! Gustavus protested, his voice cracking with indignation.
Xander, ever the diplomat, smoothed over the conversation with a calm tone. Im sure well find plenty of good uses for your skill. For instance, easing the pain of women during childbirth. Ive heard that can be... challenging.
Gustavus looked up at the ceiling, his soul visibly leaving his body. So Ive been summoned to a new world... just to become a midwife?
Roy clapped him on the back, grinning mischievously. And not even a good one, since the pain comes back anyway. Youd just be the warm-up act!
Gustavus groaned, slumping in defeat as the others burst into laughter.
Niles joined in the laughter, despite the ache it brought to his battered body. Each chuckle reverberated through him, sending sharp reminders of the injuries hed endured. But he couldnt resist savoring the schadenfreude, even if his own skill wasnt much to boast about.
Niles! Youre awake! Gustavus exclaimed, his face lighting up with relief. I thought we lost you. He hastily wiped his teary eyes with his sleeve.
Xander stepped forward, his composed demeanor tinged with concern. Its good to see you awake, but rememberhealing doesnt replenish lost blood. You need rest, at least until tomorrow. His voice softened as he added, Our father was... merciful enough to extend your banishment by one day.
The words hung heavy in the air. Xanders expression was apologetic, almost regretful, as he delivered the harsh truth.
Truly, a master of mercy, Xhiva said, his voice swelling with pride, though the sarcasm was unmistakable. Then, in a brighter tone, he added, Which means you need food. A lot of food. Meat especially!
Clapping his hands, Xhiva summoned a court assistant into the room. Bring us every kind of meat you can findchicken, fish, beef. Everything, he ordered with dramatic flair. The assistant nodded and turned to leave, but Xhiva stopped him mid-step. And I mean everything.
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Niles pushed himself upright, his back resting against the headboard. Sunlight streamed through the slightly open window, bringing in a fresh breeze that carried the warmth of the day. For a moment, it almost felt peaceful.
But peace was fleeting. Niles broke the calm with the question lingering in his mind. What happened... after?
The room shifted, the lightness evaporating. An uncomfortable gloom settled over the group.
Roy spoke first, his tone almost apologetic. Im sorry to tell you this. He hesitated.
Xander took over, his voice steady but grim. Snake EyesZachariasand many of his soldiers escaped.
Niles nodded, his expression unreadable.
Xander continued, his words heavy with loss. A lot of our nobles and court assistants were murdered... along with the two representatives from the Golden Bank. You might remember that. He paused, locking eyes with Niles before delivering the final blow. They also took Aurelia.
Niles stiffened. Why? Do we know why?
Xander shook his head. We have guesses, but no confirmation. He hesitated, his next words almost painful to say. And were not going after her.
What? Niless voice was sharp, disbelief coursing through him. Youre not serious. We have to save her!
The room fell into a tense silence. It lasted only seconds, but it felt like an eternity before Xander spoke again.
Our father, King Xerxes, has deemed it unnecessary, he said carefully. She has... served her purpose.
Niless gaze dropped, his hands clenching into fists.
Xander tried to explain. We dont even know where theyre taking her. If they return to Zairule, its halfway across the world. The distance is enormous, and the risks
Niles didnt let him finish. How can we just leave her? His voice wavered, not with anger, but with a quiet, aching sadness. The words seemed to hollow out the room, carrying a depth of sorrow that made everyone else falter.
Xander looked away, his silence louder than any response he could have given.
Xhivas gaze darted toward the door, desperate for the arrival of food to puncture the suffocating tension in the room.
What about Felix? Niles asked, his voice breaking the silence.
Xander blinked, caught off guard. The moat guard? he asked, hesitating.
Niles nodded.
Hes in the other room, Xander said slowly. Hes tough, but we found him too late. Hes lost too much blood. He still has a pulse, but its faint, and it isnt improving. Our best doctors dont believe hell wake up. Its only a matter of time.
The weight of his words settled heavily in the air.
The doctors have already made the decision, Xander added quietly.
Niles stiffened. Something about the way he said decision felt wrong. What decision? he pressed, dread creeping into his tone.
Xander sighed, reluctant to continue but knowing he owed Niles the truth. We all carry experience points, he began, his voice careful, measured. The one to deliver the final blow receives them. Felix would, at least, benefit someone else. Someone still alive.
"Like an organ donor," Gustavus muttered, his voice a touch too loud, earning a few awkward glances.
Niless stomach churned, but Xander wasnt finished. And since Felix hasnt woken, the king couldnt interrogate him. Theres suspicion he mightve been a traitor. The paperwork already reflects his banishment.
This is madness! Niles burst out, his voice cracking with disbelief. Felix isnt a traitorhes a good man! There has to be a way to save him!
Summoning every ounce of energy he had, Niles forced himself upright, swaying slightly as he locked eyes with Xander. You promised me one gift before I leave, he said, his voice firm despite his trembling legs.
Xanders expression turned grave, understanding the weight of the moment. You may ask for anything, he replied solemnly.
Niles cleared his throat, steadying his voice. Alright, heres the plan, he began, his tone serious. First, we need everyone on board.
Xander nodded immediately. Consider it done.
Xhiva, however, raised a hand. Excuse me, Im not in on this!
Xanders hand shifted to the hilt of his blade, the metallic clink reverberating through the room. Xhiva gulped and quickly changed his tune. Okay, fine, Im in, he said, leaning in with a nervous smile.
Also, my planet buddies are in on this too, Niles continued, gesturing toward Roy and Gustavus.
Gustavus let out a resigned sigh. As always, you drag us into your harebrained schemes.
Roy smirked, leaning forward. Its not like we have anything better to do.
With a grin, Niles looked each of them in the eye, then pressed on. Step one: we bring Felix to this room. No one else is allowed in here except you three. He pointed at Xhiva, Roy, and Gustavus. Youll stay behind, enjoy the feast, be loud and cheerful, like youre trying to wake him up.
Xhiva perked up, nodding eagerly. If its eating and speaking loudly, Im your man! he rhymed, visibly excited by the task.
Step two, Niles continued, Xander and I will head to town to find the crystal that shows peoples status windows and skills. Well use it to locate someone with the ability to save Felix.
Xhivas eyes went wide. The priceless artifact?! He shook his head, trying to contain his panic. Its heavily guarded, only authorized by the royal house, and people pay a fortune to use it. This plan is insanewe need something more realistic.
Xanders calm voice cut through the tension. Brother.
Xhiva turned to him, his expression a mix of disbelief and expectation.
We are the royal house, Xander reminded him, his words carrying weight.
Realization dawned on Xhivas face, his anxiety giving way to a mischievous grin. Excellent!
And finally, Niles said, his voice rising with anticipation, the third and most important step
The group leaned in, their excitement palpable, but before Niles could finish, a sharp voice interrupted.
What are you idiots plotting now?
They all froze, their collective enthusiasm deflating as Xemena stepped into the room, her arms crossed and a disapproving glare fixed on them.
The room fell into an uneasy silence.
Fine, keep your little secrets, Xemena said coolly, tossing her long dark hair over one shoulder with a sharp flick of her neck. Her piercing gaze settled on Niles, locking him in place.
You have a visitor, she announced, her tone as cold and unyielding as ever.
Niles blinked, confusion etching lines across his face. A visitor? He couldnt fathom who it might behed only been in this world for a few days.
Xemena let out a soft sigh, the barest hint of exasperation, before raising her voice. You may come in.
Chapter 25: The Thunder Phoenix and Its... Unique Name
It was AldricAurelia''s fatherwho slowly entered the room.
All right, lets get to work, Xander said, clapping Niles on the shoulder. It was a signal that he could remain in the room. Xander turned to Xhiva and spoke in coded simplicity, Ill handle the hard part, implying he would retrieve the status-unveiling crystal.
Xhiva gave a quick nod, understanding his own task: smuggling Felix into Niless room.
Xemenas eyebrows lowered in distaste. Why do I feel like youre all up to something no good?
Xander offered her a calm, knowing smile as he glided past her. Why, sister, why would you ever think that way about your loving family?
Xemena didnt bother replying, her gaze already shifting to Xhiva. His expression was as readable as an open book, brimming with guilt that he was part of a larger scheme.
Spit it out, she commanded, stepping squarely into his path.
Xhiva made no attempt to sidestep hernot that he could with his broad frame while Xemena was blocking the small doorway. Sing, little brother, she said, her tone sharp and unyielding, her piercing eyes inspecting every inch of his face for cracks in his resolve.
But Xhiva held firm, his lips pressed tightly shut, avoiding her eyes at all costs.
Xemena sighed in exasperation, throwing up her hands. Fine. Im too tired for this. Ive got more important things to do. Just dont let me take the blame for whatever idiocy youre planning. She turned her attention to Gustavus, pointing sharply at him. I expect a full report latereverything. As my soldier, thats an order.
With that, she spun on her heel and left, her commanding presence lingering in the air.
Lord Aldric exhaled audibly, his shoulders sagging in relief. Thank heavens. That young lady makes my knees shake. He pulled a silver handkerchief from his coat and dabbed at his brow.
That single comment won him an immediate welcome into the group.
I know, right? Gustavus blurted, as though Aldric had spoken directly to his soul.
Roy nodded vigorously. Shes terrifying.
Xhiva chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. If you think thats bad, wait until you see her when shes actually mad.
The group burst into laughter, momentarily easing the tension.
Well, enough fun. Weve got business to attend to, Xhiva declared, gesturing to Roy and Gustavus. They followed him out of the room, shutting the door behind them with a faint click.
Now alone with Niles, Aldric took a moment to compose himself. Sir Niles, he began carefully, his voice quieter now, Ill be honestI overheard your conversation earlier.
Niless stomach tightened, the air in his lungs growing heavier. Was Aldric about to report his plans to save Felix? A minor coup against royal decree?
But Aldric shook his head gently. Dont worryI have no intention of interfering. In fact, I wanted to thank you.
Thank me? Niles asked, the tension in his chest loosening, though confusion filled the space it left behind.
Yes, Aldric said, his expression softening. I was hesitant at first. Unsure of you. But thank you for caring so deeply for my daughter.
He took a seat at the edge of Niless bed, his gaze drifting toward the open window. Sunlight spilled onto his weathered face, and for a moment, he appeared lost in thought.
Then, as though preparing to tell a story, Aldric straightened slightly and began, his voice touched with both sorrow and resolve.
"Once, our kingdom flourished," Aldric began, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Fields of green stretched as far as the eye could see, nestled between protective mountains. We were smallnot rich enough to tempt greedbut we were happy. Proud."
He paused, his gaze drifting to the window as though he could still see the rolling hills of his homeland. "I was just a boy when the soldiers of Xandria stormed our lands. They came to my grandfather with a choice: bow or dont bow." Aldrics voice caught for a moment, then steadied. "He refused. He wouldnt kneel for invaders."
The weight of memory pressed down on him, his eyes darkening. "They removed him before my eyes."
Niles didnt need to ask what removed meant.
"Then they turned to my father and asked the same question. He chose to bow," Aldric continued, his voice quieter now. "I was with him the day he delivered our crown to the throne of a thousand crowns." His lips pressed into a thin line, bitterness creeping into his tone. "It was Xerxess father who sat upon that throne back then. They melted our crown down and added it to the others. A symbol of our submission."If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.
Aldrics voice faltered as he stared into the distance. "It broke my father. He couldnt live with the shame." He straightened slightly, though the burden of those memories still clung to him. "So, I became lord of our lands at a young age. Too young."
He looked to Niles, his gaze heavy with curiosity. "Sir Niles, do they have wars in your world?"
Niles nodded. "Always," he said, the word weighted with resignation. "Even though the nation I lived in prospered in peace, conflict was never far away."
Aldric sighed, the sound carrying the ache of centuries of human folly. "Is there any way to break the cycle?"
Niles hesitated, searching for an answer that didnt exist. "I dont know, Lord Aldric," he admitted. It was all he could think to say.
The room fell silent, both men lost in their thoughts.
At last, Aldric spoke again, his voice wavering. "The king has already decided. He said we wont try to save her, that ''she has served her purpose.''" His hands trembled as he stared at them, as though trying to understand his own powerlessness. "But shes my daughter. She has never served a purpose. She is my purpose. She is my beloved child, now and always."
His voice broke, and he fell silent, shame weighing him down. "And I... I didnt even argue. I just accepted his decision."
Niles couldnt bear it any longer. "Well get her back," he said, his voice not particularly strong, but steady enough to carry hope.
Aldric looked at him, the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thank you," he said softly.
Clearing his throat, Aldric shifted to a new subject. "The reason I came was to bring you something Aurelia had prepared for you in her room." He reached into his coat and pulled out a neatly wrapped box, its corners meticulously tied with ribbon.
He smiled faintly as he held it out to Niles. "She told me she was planning to sell this for gold to fund her escape. But she didnt have tobecause you saved her." His smile grew a bit wider. "Brave girl, my Aurelia. Dont you agree?"
Niles returned the smile, the memory of her fiery determination vivid in his mind. "Yeah. Shes incredible."
Aldric rose from the bed, adjusting what little hair he had left, smoothing it neatly to one side. Though not a large man, today he seemed even smaller. His age and the weight of his burdens had shrunken him further.
"I wish you safe journeys ahead, Sir Niles," he said, his voice formal but kind as he turned toward the door.
As he reached the threshold, Niles felt an overwhelming urge to say somethinganythingto give the man strength. "WAIT, LORD ALDRIC!" he blurted out.
Aldric turned, his expression curious. Niless mind raced for words, for some profound statement that could lift the older mans spirits. But nothing came.
Instead, Niles simply reached out his hand.
It wasnt a gesture of explanation or persuasion, but one full of determination. A silent vow.
Aldric hesitated, then stepped forward. He clasped Niless hand with a firm grip, meeting his gaze. "Thank you, Sir Niles," he said, the gratitude in his voice quiet but sincere.
With that, Aldric left, closing the door softly behind him.
The emotional weight of Aldrics visit lingered in the room, pressing down on Niless shoulders. He took a deep breath, trying to center himself. But curiosity quickly crept in, drawing his attention to the neatly wrapped box Aurelia had left for him.
This better not be some kind of farewell prank, he muttered, carefully undoing the ribbons and peeling back the layers of wrapping.
As the packaging fell away, the box itself was revealedsmooth, ornate, and otherworldly, as though it had been crafted by hands not of this realm. His heart quickened. With a bit of fumbling, he finally managed to open it. Inside, nestled in soft fabric, was an enormous egg.
But it wasnt just any egg. This one was veined with streaks of silver, like bolts of frozen lightning etched into its surface. It seemed to hum faintly, an aura of myth and power radiating from it.
What the...? Niles whispered, running his fingers over the strange markings.
The moment he touched it, the egg began to glow, faintly at first but quickly intensifying. The light grew brighter and brighter until the room was bathed in a blinding brilliance.
With a deafening ZAP and the crackle of electricity, the egg split open. A powerful surge of energy filled the air as something exploded forth. Niles stumbled back, shielding his eyes, but when the light subsided, his jaw dropped.
Hovering before him was a magnificent bird, its wings extended as if to claim dominion over the entire room.
The avian was a creature of storms. Its feathers shimmered with a deep, stormy blue, streaked with silver that flashed like lightning in motion. Around its neck and chest, a molten band of gold glowed as if forged from fire and thunder. Its eyes, sharp and bright, seemed to pierce through Niless very soul, crackling with untamed energy.
The bird spread its wings and took flight, circling the room in a wide arc, its movements impossibly graceful. The subtle hum of electricity trailed after it, making the air feel alive with power.
Then, in the corner of his vision, a system message appeared before Niles:
[Status Activated: Familiar Registration C Please Choose a Name]
[Name: ]
[Type: Thunder Phoenix]
[Rank: Legendary]
[Interests: Fish and Cuddles]
The bird finally landed on the table, puffing out its chest with unmistakable pride. It stood still, radiating an aura of majesty, its feathers shimmering in the light.
Niles stared at it, still in awe. "Wow," he breathed. "That was... incredible. Truly legendary."
The bird chirped, tilting its head as if to agree.
Smiling, Niles walked closer. "All right, buddy. A creature as epic as you deserves a name that captures your essencea name that will echo through the annals of history!"
The bird, clearly pleased, straightened its posture and waited expectantly.
Niles thrust his arm into the air dramatically. "I dub thee... Squeaky!"
The bird froze mid-pose, its proud demeanor crumbling. Slowly, it turned to face Niles, its expression somewhere between disbelief and sheer horror.
The system message updated immediately:
[Status: Familiar]
[Name: Squeaky]
[Type: Thunder Phoenix]
[Rank: Legendary]
[Interests: Fish and Cuddles]
The thunder phoenixor rather, Squeakylet out a plaintive chirp and buried its face under one wing, as if trying to hide from the shame of its new identity.
Aw, come on, Squeaky! Niles said, crouching down and grinning. Its a great name! Short, memorable, and, uh unique.
Squeaky peeked out from behind its wing, its beady eyes narrowed in what could only be described as judgment.
Happy to have you on board, pal! Niles extended his hand, grasping one of the birds wings in a playful shake.
Squeaky let out a half-hearted chirp, the sound somehow managing to convey both resignation and reluctant acceptance. Despite its disappointment, there was a faint warmth in its voicelike it couldnt help but return the greeting.
See? Were already bonding! Niles said, patting the bird lightly on its shimmering feathers.
Squeaky let out a low, electrified hum, puffing itself up again. It might have been stuck with an embarrassing name, but its prideand its powerremained intact.
Chapter 26: Stormbound Messenger
A firm knock on the door interrupted the rooms activity. It was the assistant from earlier, returning with food. Come in! Niles called. The door swung open to reveal a procession of royal kitchen staff, pushing wagons laden with an absurd variety of dishesa feast fit for kings. Or, as Squeaky seemed to assume, a welcome banquet in his honor.
The thunder phoenix turned its glowing eyes toward Niles with an almost pleading look. Go ahead, Niles said with a grin. Without hesitation, Squeaky fluttered over to a wagon stacked with grilled fish, earning a startled yelp from one of the kitchen staff. The servers didnt dare say a word, though; in a castle like this with summoned champions from another world, even a mythical bird joining a feast was just another day at court.
As the staff left, the door reopened to admit Xhiva, Roy, and Gustavus, who wheeled in Felix on a rolling bed. The young guard looked ghastlyhis skin pale as snow, his eyelids barely lifting, and his breaths ragged and unnatural, like something was strangling the air out of him. Niles felt a shiver of helplessness, unsure how close Felix hovered to deaths door. He forced himself to think positively. Its all up to him, he thought, hoping Felixs spirit would fight to stay tethered to life.
Whats with the bird? Roy asked, pointing at Squeaky, who was now perched on a table, devouring fish like it was a competition.
Its my familiar, Niles explained casually. A gift from Lord Aldric. Its a thunder phoenix, apparently. I named it Squeaky.
Squeaky? Gustavus blurted in horror. You named that majestic creature Squeaky?
Cool name, right? Niles replied, his grin unshaken.
Gustavus shook his head in disbelief. You had the chance to call it something epic like Zapdos or Thundralis, and you went with Squeaky?!
Fair point, Niles admitted with a shrug. But its too late now. The names locked in.
The resignation in Gustavuss expression mirrored the earlier despair of the bird itself.
Anyway, Roy interjected, steering the focus back to Felix. He doesnt look great. Whats the plan now?
Xhivas eyes, however, were firmly fixed on the feast. Now we eat, he declared, rubbing his stomach.
Gustavus smirked, pulling out a stack of blank paper. And keep the energy up. Ive got an idealets invent a card game!
Xhiva frowned. How is that supposed to help?
Simple, Gustavus replied. Were going to play Plump. Its loud, chaotic, and perfect for keeping the buzz alive.
Never heard of it, Xhiva muttered.
You will! Gustavus said dramatically. Roy, you cut the cards. Ill draw the jacks, queens, and kingswere doing this right.
With no better ideas, Roy obediently began slicing the paper into rectangles while Gustavus feverishly sketched. Xhiva dug into the food with gusto but paused when he noticed Squeaky attempting to hoard every last piece of grilled fish, puffing up in defiance as if to ward off the princes appetite.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.
The room was soon filled with laughter, arguments over card designs, and the occasional squawk of protest from Squeaky, who was very clearly staking his claim as the real ruler of the grilled fish, fending off Xhivas tempted fingers.
A knock sounded at the door. "Its me, Xander," came the familiar voice from the other side.
"Come in!" the group called out in unison.
Xander entered, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he spun a glowing blue crystal in his hand before tossing it lightly into the air and catching it again. The artifact was unmistakablethe legendary skill-revealing crystal, priceless and sacred. "Are you ready to head into town?" he asked, directing his question to Niles.
His gaze quickly caught on the bird perched confidently on the edge of the table. "Is that a familiar?" Xanders tone carried a note of intrigue as his sharp, calculating eyes studied the creature.
"Thats right!" Niles said cheerfully. "Its a gift!"
But it was unclear if Xander even heard him. His attention was completely absorbed by the bird. "Ive never seen anything like it," he murmured, stepping closer. Then, to everyones surprise, Xander gave the bird a graceful bow. "Pleased to meet you. I am Prince Xander, the first prince of Xandria."
Squeky tilted its head, meeting the princes bow with a dignified nod of its own.
"Marvelous creature," Xander said, his voice almost reverent. "Familiars are rare enough, but one such as this its unheard of. Who did you say gave it to you?"
"It came from Aldric," Niles replied. "Though apparently, it was originally Aurelias."
Xander nodded thoughtfully. "A fitting gift from one such as the goddess herself." His eyes returned to the bird. "And what is its name?"
The room went silent. Everyone looked to Niles, who, unfazed by their reactions, grinned.
"Squeky!" he declared proudly.
Xander raised a brow, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and amusement, as though trying to decide if Niles was joking. When it became clear he wasnt, Xander offered a diplomatic, "Thats unique."
"Right?" Niles beamed, utterly convinced he had chosen the perfect name.
Turning back to the bird, Xander held up the crystal, his movements deliberate and respectful. "Squeky, would you mind touching this? It would allow us to see your skill."
Squeky looked to Niles for approval. With an encouraging nod from its master, the bird chirped and gracefully glided over to perch on the crystal.
The artifact glowed brightly, and golden letters shimmered in the air for all to see:
[Name: Squeky (Familiar)]
[Level: Unknown]
[Strength: Unknown]
[Speed: Unknown]
[Stamina: Unknown]
[Magic: Unknown]
[Spirit: Unknown]
Skill: Stormbound Messenger
Xander clicked on the additional information icon, and the skill''s description materialized. He read it aloud:
"With lightning speed, this skill allows the familiar to locate and deliver messages to any individual it has bonded with. A bond is formed simply by physical contact with the familiar, creating an unbreakable link for communication across vast distances."
Xanders eyes widened slightly as the weight of the skill sank in. "This is..." He paused, struggling to find the right words.
Even Xhiva, who had been devouring his meal moments earlier, stopped mid-chew, his expression shifting to something more serious.
Xander cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "This is an excellent skill," he finally said.
Niles threw his arms up in celebration. "You hear that, Squeky? Congratulations!"
Squeky puffed out its chest and flapped its wings dramatically, as if to say, Of course, Im excellent.
Xander extended his hand toward the bird. "Proudful Squeky, may I form a bond with you?"
"That would be perfect!" Niles chimed in. He grinned, realizing how much simpler communication would be with Squeky. "Go ahead, Squeky. Feel free to bond with everyone here."
In a flash, the bird darted around the room, lightly brushing against everyone to form the magical connections.
Xander nodded in approval. "Now, I believe its time to head out." He waved lightly to the group.
As Niles followed, he called back, "Good luck with the card game, everyone!"
Squeky, perched proudly on Niless shoulder, gave an affirming chirp. Together, they left the room with Xander, bound for the city, ready to find a way to help Felix recover.
Chapter 27: A Stage in the Square
It was worth a try. "Squeaky," Niles called, "can you find Aurelia?"
The bird perked up, spreading its shimmering wings with determination, as if ready to take on its first official mission. For a moment, hope sparked in Niless chest. But just as quickly, Squeky slumped its feathered shoulders, letting out a sheepish chirp and mimicking a shrug that seemed to say, I have no idea.
Niles sighed, the moment deflating into shared disappointment. Well, I guess it was a long shot.
As Niles, Xander, and Squeaky continued walking down the castle''s grand hallways, inspiration struck. Alright, lets try something simpler. Fly to Roy and tell him hes got something stuck between his teeth.
Squeaky saluted with a dramatic wing flourish, a soldier receiving its orders, then leapt into flight, heading back toward the room they had come from. Niles chuckled softly.
Does he? Xander leaned in, his tone curious.
No, Niles snorted, his grin widening into a mischievous smirk. I just wanted to mess with him. He erupted into a laugh, the kind that carried a trace of villainy, though harmless.
Xander smirked in return. Not bad, Ill give you that one.
The two strolled side by side, their footsteps echoing across the castle courtyard. The atmosphere was tense, the area heavily guarded by Xargian elites. Yesterdays ball had ended in bloodshed, with unwelcome guests attacking Xandrias nobility and royalty alike. Workers moved with purpose, clearing debris from the ruined wallscollateral damage from Roys explosive cannon.
Walking next to the crown prince had its perks. Guards stepped aside to let them pass, offering respectful nods. Niles noticed Xanders calm demeanor but couldnt shake his curiosity about how the previous night''s events would reshape the political landscape. He wrestled with how to phrase the question.
Before he could decide, Squeky returned, gliding gracefully through the air to land on Niless shoulder. The bond activated immediately, and Roys voice echoed in Niless mind, like a private recording: You bastard! You tricked me! Now Xhiva and Gustavus wont stop laughing at me!
Whoa, Niles muttered, grinning. Thats pretty cool.
Squeaky puffed up with pride, the picture of a successful courier.
Niles turned serious, his voice louder now so Xander could hear. Alright, Squeaky, fly back to the room and keep an eye on Felix. If trouble shows up, come find us and let us know.
With a sharp chirp of acknowledgment, Squeaky took off again.
Xanders mind raced as he finally spoke, his tone calm but resolute. Niles, would you consider staying in my service?
The question cut through the moment like a blade, sharp and unexpected. Niles blinked, caught off guard. I thought I was getting banished tomorrow?
Xander nodded solemnly. That is my fathers decision. His scarlet eyes locked onto Niless. But circumstances have changed. Theres an emergency strategy meeting tonight regarding yesterdays eventsand about you and the other summoned champions. I plan to use this opportunity to vouch for you, to make my father reconsider.
Niles raised a skeptical brow. He doesnt strike me as the kind of man whos open to changing his mind.
Xander exhaled, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Youre not wrong. But your familiar is an extraordinary asseta potential game-changer for the army I command. I believe I can leverage that to sway him. If I succeed, Id like you to serve directly under my command. Your creativity and unconventional thinking could be invaluable.
He paused, his tone shifting to something more personal. Tell me, Niles where does your resilience come from?
Niles tilted his head back, his face catching the sunlight as if searching for the answer among the clouds. Since you were upfront and honest with me yesterday, its only fair I do the same. He flexed his fingers, the memory seeming to take form with each step they shared.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.
They strolled together through the castle gates and into the bustling streets of the city, but the vibrant noise faded into the background as Niles began to share his story.
I was a failure in school, he started plainly. I didnt care much for it. My grades werent good enough to get me anywhere, and my parents were constantly worried about my future. He chuckled softly, a bittersweet laugh. Then, one day, my mom got sick. Cancer. A disease that eats a person alive from the inside.
Xanders expression softened, sympathy clear in his voice. Im sorry. That sounds unbearable.
Niles nodded. She fought for years. Chemo, radiation, surgeriesshe tried everything. She lost her hair, but not her spirit. He glanced at Xander, his voice steady but touched with emotion. One day, I told her I was sorry she had to suffer so much. And do you know what she said?
He reached for the air, as if trying to pluck her words from the past. Im in pain, she told me, but I dont suffer. I choose not to suffer. Because I would do anything for one more day. One more day to see you and your father, to tell you both how much I love you, to give you one more kiss.
Xander walked beside him silently, the words settling between them like an unspoken vow.
When we buried her, Niles continued, his voice quieter now, my dad knocked on her casket. He told me something Ill never forget: Stand tall. And no matter what. Never give up. He stopped briefly, inhaling deeply as he let the memory wash over him. That day, I realized my gift. I had no grades, no connections, no experience. I was starting from the bottom. But no one, he said, his voice hardening, could outwork me. No one could match my hunger to learn or my discipline to keep going every single day. Thats what made me who I am in sales
He raised his fist into the air, his expression firm and resolute. No matter what the king decides tomorrow, I want you to know this: I see you as a friend, Xander. Even though we havent known each other long, youve had my back from the start, and I wont forget that.
Xanders lips curved into a rare smile. He raised his own fist and Niles met it with a soft bump.
Their footsteps carried them into the heart of the city, its pulse of life vibrant and undeniable. But their focus was singular.
Alright, Niles said, his voice tinged with determination. Time to save Felix.
Niles took a deep breath, filling his lungs with as much air as they could hold. Then, like a showman, he erupted, PEOPLE OF XANDRIA! His voice boomed across the square as he leaped onto the citys water well for added height.
The response? Nothing. A few heads turned, but most dismissed him as just another fool making a scene. Not enough to hold the crowds interest.
Undeterred, Niles pressed on. MY NAME IS NILES! he declared, his voice brimming with theatrical bravado. AND THIS MAN BESIDE ME IS XANDER, PRINCE OF XANDRIA!
Xander, trying his best to lend credibility, stepped closer to Niles and gave a small, almost awkward wave. It was the perfect contrast of personalities: the introvert and the extrovert in full display.
Niles scanned the crowd, locking eyes with as many people as possible, mentally ticking off a box: Introduction, done. Now for the pitch.
He smiled, his voice taking on a pleading but persuasive tone. MY FRIEND IS CRITICALLY INJURED. YESTERDAYS ASSAULT LEFT HIM BEDRIDDEN, AND WE NEED YOUR HELP TO SAVE HIM! He paused for dramatic effect, then leaned over and whispered to Xander, Show them the crystal.
Without a word, Xander raised the holy blue crystal high into the air. Its radiant light caught the crowds attention, causing a murmur to ripple through the growing assembly.
SO, FOR TODAY ONLY, Niles continued, gesturing grandly, YOU HAVE THE CHANCE TO REVEAL YOUR SKILL TO YOURSELFFOR FREE! IF YOUR SKILL IS DEEMED HELPFUL, WE WILL TAKE YOU TO THE CASTLE TO AID US!
That got them moving. People started to push forward, eager for their turn with the legendary artifact.
But not everyone was convinced.
A raspy, bitter voice broke through the crowd. Yeah, right! Sounds like a scam! What proof do we have that theyre who they say they are?
Another voice chimed in, louder and angrier. The crown never cares for us common folk! Why should we care for them now?
A growing chorus of muttered agreement followed. Suspicion and mistrust spread like wildfire.
Niles winced at the pushback. Tough crowd, he muttered under his breath, then turned to Xander. I think my sales pitch might need some work. What do you think? Should we just show them?
Xander nodded, lifting the crystal again. Status open, he said calmly.
A moment later, a shimmering projection appeared in the air, displaying Xanders stats for all to see:
[Name: Xander]
[Skill: One Man Army]
[Level: 45]
[Strength: 20]
[Stamina: 14]
[Speed: 14]
[Magic: 1]
[Spirit: 1]
The murmurs of doubt were silenced in an instant. The crowd stood in awe, staring at the princes stats as if they were gazing upon a living legend.
Niles, however, was less impressed. Sure, the numbers were solidespecially for strengthbut they didnt seem as overwhelming as hed expected from one of the strongest people in the realm.
Still, he smirked, leaning closer to Xander and whispering, Decent. Not bad for a prince.
Xander raised a brow at him, but there was a glint of humor in his scarlet eyes. The demonstration had done its job: the crowd was theirs.
Chapter 28: Negotiating With The Smith With Your Shoes On The Line
The crowd was chaotica sad excuse for a line. People pushed and shoved, eager to have their skills revealed. It wasnt long before Xander, fed up with the disorder, unsheathed his sword. The metallic scrape silenced the throng instantly.
Form a proper line, Xander commanded. His tone, though far gentler than King Xerxess infamous roar, carried the same authority. For once, Xander wasnt retreating into the shadows; he stood tall, earning respect with his presence alone.
Gradually, order was restored, and people began stepping forward, one at a time. Xander held the holy crystal aloft, and as each individual uttered, Status open, their skills materialized in glowing screens. Unfortunately, the results were... underwhelming.
The first subjects skill: Sandwich Luck C Every time you drop a sandwich, it lands toppings-side up.
But I dont eat bread the first subject said.
Niles stifled a laugh, placing a sympathetic hand on the individuals shoulder. Im sorry. The world can be cruel.
The next was a bald man. His screen read: Fabulous Hair C Always wake up with your haircut perfectly styled.
Niles glanced at the mans shiny scalp and quickly realized the irony. Oof... uh, tough break. The man ran off, tears trailing behind him.
Next! Niles called, trying to recover the mood.
An elderly woman shuffled forward. Her skill appeared: Fast Reader C Read books at double speed.
Well, that must have come in handy, Niles remarked. But the woman burst into tears and fled. Whispers followed her into the crowd: Poor thing she never learned to read.
Niles paled. Okay, thats on me, he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
The line moved on. A young man stepped forward, his screen glowing: Nimble Toes C Avoids pain by dodging small, sharp objects on the ground
Useful for dodging Legos, Niles mumbled, waving the man away with a polite but disappointed smile.
They repeated this process with hundreds of hopefuls. The skills ranged from mildly interesting to outright absurd:
- Fluffy Pillows C Make pillows extra fluffy
- Pen finder C Always knows where to find a working pen
- Doorway navigator C Never forget why you enter a room
Each person stepped forward hoping to uncover some life-changing power, only to leave disheartened. Niles could see it in their facesthe sting of realizing their abilities were mediocre at best.
As the crowd thinned, the square grew quiet. Most of the spectators dispersed, disappointment heavy in the air.
What now? Xander asked, turning to Niles. We havent found anyone who can help Felix.
Niles rubbed his chin, recalling something from the baking duel. Wait... do you remember that guy who told me to hold off before taking the bread out of the oven? He looked like a smith.
Xanders eyes lit up. You mean Sir Vulcan? Hes one of the finest smiths in all of Xandriaa key supplier of weapons to the crown.
Perfect, Niles said, standing straighter. Do you know where to find him?
Xander nodded. Of course. Follow me.
With that, the two set off, hope rekindled as they prepared to visit the legendary craftsman.
From a distance, thick smoke billowed into the sky, staining the horizon like a foreboding storm cloud. As they approached, Niles noticed the towering figures of burly men, their arms loaded with weapons, coal, and raw metal. None of them spared a glance for the prince or his companion; their focus was as sharp as the blades they forged. It was as though the two newcomers didnt belong herea feeling underscored by a weathered wooden sign swinging above the open gate, boldly engraved with the word Ashsteel.
There was no door, just a massive, yawning gateway leading into the fiery heart of the smithy. Xander led the way, his presence regal but unassuming. Sir Vulcan, are you here? he called out.
From deep within, a gruff voice replied, laced with the rasp of a man used to barking orders over roaring flames. Prince Xander? What brings you to my forge? Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed on the stone floor before the man himself emerged, his hulking figure outlined by the glowing forge behind him. His voice carried on, grumbling, Come to gripe about the sign again? Its staying. Im proud of my heritage, and I wontThis story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
Nothing about the sign, Xander interjected with measured respect, cutting off what seemed like the start of a familiar rant. Im here with a friend.
Vulcans thick brows furrowed as Xander stepped aside, revealing Niles. The smiths expression twisted into wary surprise. A friend? he said skeptically, then muttered, Dont take me for a fool, like that His words caught in his throat as recognition dawned. His gaze snapped to Niles, widening slightly. Wait you? How are you still alive? Facing the king and losing the duel is a death sentence. What trickery is this?
Niles smirked, stepping forward. Oh, I won the last bout. A thumb war. You know, the ultimate trial of champions.
Vulcan stared at him for a long moment, scratching the bristly forest of his beard. It sounded absurdimpossible, evenbut here the man stood, alive and well, and accompanied by the prince no less. Whatever tale lay behind this, Vulcan chose not to press further. Instead, he waved dismissively and turned back to his forge. So, what brings you here?
Collecting himself, Niles began, Were searching for someone with a skill that can help save our friend. He was injured in yesterdays attack.
Vulcan snorted, unimpressed. Without pausing his work, he hammered at a molten blade, the clang of steel punctuating his words. Skills, skills, skills. Everyones obsessed with them. Like theyre the only thing that matters. Its foolishness. He barely acknowledged the prince or Niles, his focus never straying from his craft. You dont need some glowing status window to have worth. A person should hone their trade. Dedicate themselves. Skill or no skill, real strength comes from effort, not flashy titles.
He pumped the bellows once more, the fire blazing brighter as sparks shot into the air. Niles couldnt help but grin despite the smiths gruff demeanor. This was a man who clearly valued action over wordsand Niles respected that.
The world Vulcan spoke of wasnt unfamiliar to Niles. On Earth, success came through honing your craft, climbing the ladder of competence, and dedicating years to self-improvement. That was the way of things.
I agree with you, Sir Vulcan, and thank you for letting us into your forge, Niles began politely. Vulcan scoffed, unmoved. That said, I must confess Im looking for a shortcut to save my friend.
Vulcan didnt even pause his work, his muscles rippling as he hammered a glowing blade. Thats everyones reason for chasing skills. The reason may differ, but the desperation is the same. He fixed Niles with a hard stare. But you wont find anyone with a skill to save your friend. Do you know why?
Niless gaze narrowed, but before he could speak, Xander cut in. Careful with your words, Vulcan.
The smith didnt flinch. Why? Afraid Ill spill the truth? Vulcans voice was laced with disdain. Tell me, Prince Xanderhave you explained to your friend how the Xargian Guard recruits its members?
Xanders scarlet eyes darkened. Vulcan, he warned, his tone icy. We came here as friends. Keep this civil.
Friends? Vulcan barked a humorless laugh. Thats a load of bull. Youre not here for friendship. Youre here because you need something. A skill, a tool, something to help you achieve your goals. Youre no different from anyone else.
Xanders hand drifted to the hilt of his black sword, his knuckles whitening. Vulcan didnt miss the motion. What are you going to do, Prince? Cut me down with the blade I forged for you? Please, do it. Im sick of making weapons for you Xandrian swine anyway.
Xander froze, his pride warring with the tension in the room. Niles placed a hand on his shoulder, breaking the standoff. May I speak with Sir Vulcan alone?
Xander hesitated but then nodded curtly. As you wish. Ill be outside. He turned and left without another word.
Once the forge quieted, Vulcan leaned against his anvil, arms crossed. What do you want?
Niles exhaled, steadying his nerves. I need your help. Im being banished tomorrow, and Ill need a weapon to survive.
Vulcan raised an eyebrow. No gold, no service.
Niles smiled faintly, undeterred of the argument. Do you have pen and paper?
Curious but skeptical, Vulcan handed him the materials. Niles quickly sketched out a weapon while murmuring to himself, Im no fighter, so I need all the tools I can get The lines took shapea long spear with an axe on one side and a hammerhead on the other.
Vulcan frowned at the crude drawing. What is that? Thats a poor weapon for anyone.
Maybe, Niles admitted, but it has its advantages. He pushed on. How long would it take to make, and how much would it cost?
Vulcan folded his arms, his expression unmoved. Two weeks. Two gold coins.
Niles nodded thoughtfully, even though he had no idea about the currency here. But he knew one thing about negotiations: never accept the first offer.
Thank you for the quote, Niles said smoothly. But whats your second offer?
What? Vulcan squinted, as though hed misheard. These are my prices. Take it or leave it.
Thats a shame, Niles sighed, feigning disappointment. I heard your forge produces the finest weapons in Xandria.
Thats correct, Vulcan grumbled. And if you dont like my price, go elsewhere.
I just cant afford two gold coins, Niles said, his voice dipping into calculated sorrow.
Then go somewhere else, Vulcan repeated, annoyance creeping into his tone.
Is there any way you can help me? Niles asked directly, his gaze sincere.
The question caught Vulcan off guard, his gruff demeanor faltering. What?
Niles pulled out the pen and paper again, scribbling imaginary calculations. Lets see With the time I have left, I could gather about a half gold coin and a pair of shoes.
Vulcan stared at the figures and the poorly drawn pair of shoes.
I know its far below your asking price, Niles said, leaning on every ounce of earnestness. And I know your work is worth so much more. But being your customer would mean everything to me. Is there any way we can make this work?
Vulcan hesitated, his tough exterior softening slightly. Well He sighed. Maybe we can work something out. You can keep your shoes though
As Vulcan mulled it over, Niles turned away briefly, a sly grin creeping onto his face. Negotiation complete.
Chapter 29: The Lion’s Knock
While Niles continued his conversation with Vulcan in the forge, something sinister was unfolding within the castle walls.
A soldier, clad in the unmistakable helm of a snarling lion, one of the elite Xargian Guard, stalked through the castles corridors. His heavy boots echoed against the stone floor, each step purposeful.
Reaching his destination, he slammed the wooden door open without hesitation. The sudden noise startled the woman insidea doctor, hunched over her desk, her quill snapping mid-stroke. She gasped, standing quickly.
Where is my prey? His voice was low and sinister, an almost guttural growl.
E-excuse me? she stammered, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the edge of the desk.
The injured guard, he said, his tone cutting like the edge of a blade. I was sent to claim his life. Where is he?
The doctor swallowed hard, but to her credit, she didnt shrink entirely. Im sorry, Sir Lion, but that man has already been attended to.
The Xargian Guard wasnt satisfied. He stepped into the room, the light from the hallway catching the edges of his imposing armor. Where. Is. He? he demanded, his voice taut with impatience.
I told you, she replied, her voice wavering but steady, Hes already been attend
She didnt get to finish. The door slammed shut behind him with a deafening crack, the latch rattling under the force.
Im this close to leveling up, he murmured, holding his thumb and forefinger just a hairs breadth apart. His tone was calm, almost conversational, but the malice beneath it was palpable. That guard was promised to me. By royal decree. None shall come between me and my prey.
With a deliberate motion, he unsheathed his sword. Flames burst to life along the blade, their glow illuminating his lion helm and the doctors terrified face.
Unless, he continued, his voice darkening, youd like to offer yourself instead.
The fiery blade traced a slow, taunting circle in the air around her, the heat licking at her skin. He tilted his head, the flicker of flames reflected in his visor. Youre beautiful, he said, almost admiringly. The tone could have been complimentary if not for the malice dripping from every word. It would pain me to burn such a pretty woman.
The doctor trembled, her knees threatening to buckle, but she held her ground. I-I dont know where he is, she insisted.
Through the slits of his lion helm, his gaze locked with hers. He caught the flicker of hesitationa crack in her defense as her eyes betrayed her. He nodded slowly, sheathing his sword. The flames extinguished, but the oppressive heat still lingered in the room.
Of course, he said smoothly, almost kindly. You dont know anything. I understand.
Relief flickered briefly across her faceuntil his gauntleted hand shot out and clamped around her throat.
The air rushed out of her lungs, her desperate attempts to breathe reduced to shallow gasps. He leaned in, his grip firm but not crushing. Not yet.
Lets try this again, he said, his voice soft but brimming with malice. Ill let you go in a second, and well start over. Does that sound fair?
Her wide, panicked eyes screamed her answer.
And one more thing, he added casually. Dont scream.
With that, he dropped her to the floor like a discarded doll. She collapsed in a heap, coughing and gasping for air, her hands clutching her throat.
He squatted down beside her, his tone suddenly light, almost playful. I told you I wouldnt burn a beautiful woman like you, he said with mock reassurance. Then, his voice turned cold. But dont mistake that for mercy. I dont care who I prey upon, so long as I level up.
She stared at him, terrified, her breath still ragged.
Xhiva, she finally rasped, her voice dry as sand. Xhiva took him. He made me promise not to tell anyone. Please dont tell him I
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He stood, his massive frame casting a long shadow over her. Without another word, he turned, opened the door, and slammed it shut behind him.
The woman slumped against the wall, trembling, as the soldiers heavy footsteps echoed away into the distance.
He had a new destination nowthe quarters of Prince Xhiva.
Luck within bad luckXhiva was, in fact, just one room over. Normally, the corpulent prince preferred the solitude of his private chambers, but today was an exception. He had stationed himself with the injured Felix, joined by the other summoned champions, Roy and Gustavus.
At the moment, however, his focus was entirely absorbed in a card game called Plumpa chaotic pastime Gustavus had introduced.
Alright! Xhiva declared, his voice brimming with overconfidence as he slammed his cards on the table. Ill take three tricks this round!
Gustavus snorted, shaking his head. Seriously? Thats weak.
Roy chimed in, grinning, Yeah, a prince should aim higher than that. Arent you supposed to be, like, exceptional or something?
Xhiva furrowed his brow, his pride wounded, and stared hard at his hand of cards. After a moment of deliberation, he straightened up, a smirk curling on his lips. Fine, he announced with exaggerated grandeur, Ill take six tricks!
Both Roy and Gustavus burst into mock applause, their enthusiasm dripping with sarcasm.
Now thats the spirit! Gustavus said, grinning ear to ear. Go big or go home!
Youre finally acting like royalty, Roy added, barely containing his laughter.
Buoyed by their teasing praise, Xhiva leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a smug expression. He even rubbed his nose with one finger in a show of princely arrogance. Im glad youre both coming to appreciate my greatness.
The game resumed, and with every card played, Xhivas confidence crumbled further. By the end of the round, he had managed only two tricksfar from the six hed boasted about.
Roy and Gustavus erupted into howls of laughter, clutching their sides.
Two tricks! Roy wheezed, his stomach aching from laughing so hard. Xhiva, youre terrible at this!
Gustavus, tears in his eyes, held up the scoreboard hed been diligently maintaining. Xhivas column was a streak of black marks (plumps)proof hed failed to hit his target every single round.
The corpulent prince hunched forward, his shoulders drawn up defensively as he tried to hide his frustration. His cheeks flushed crimson, though whether from anger or embarrassment was unclear.
Shut up, he muttered, though his gritted teeth only made Roy and Gustavus laugh harder.
Outside the room, the boisterous energy spilled into the hallway. Curious passersby lingered, drawn in by the high-pitched laughter and muffled jeers, whispering among themselves about what kind of chaos was taking place behind the closed door.
Xhiva might have been terrible at Plump, but for Roy and Gustavus, the day had turned into an unforgettable comedy of errors.
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Back at the forge, Niles wrapped up his conversation with Vulcan, the smith. He had placed an order for a customized weapona design foreign to this world but familiar to him from Earth: a halberd. Vulcan, who had been distracted with casual conversation and an unexpected camaraderie, suddenly asked, And how exactly are you going to pay for this?
Niles didnt miss a beat. Ill come back tomorrow with a small down paymentand Ill introduce you to my courier, he replied confidently, flashing a grin that made Vulcan pause. The smith, caught off guard by Niless unshakable assurance, could only smirk and nod. See you tomorrow then.
As Niles exited the forge, he was certain Xander had been listening in from just outside. Without hesitation, Niles turned to the prince and said, Xander, I need to borrow some money.
Xander chuckled knowingly. So I heard. Youre the first person Ive met whos managed to haggle with Vulcan and leave him smiling.
Niles returned the grin. By the way, how does the economy here even work? You know, just for reference.
Xander raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. You managed to barter without even knowing the currency system? Thats impressive. He relaxed his posture and began to explain:
- 10 copper coins = 1 silver coin
- 10 silver coins = 1 gold coin
He elaborated, A castle guard earns about 20 silver a month, while a castle assistant, like Winston, makes closer to 30 silver.
Hearing this, Niles couldnt help but reflect on his world, comparing blue-collar workers to white-collar salaries. One revelation struck him harder than the restcustomized weapons were expensive.
And how much does a prince earn? Niles asked with a smirk.
Xander took the jab in stride, smiling faintly. I manage. They both chuckled, easing into a comfortable rhythm.
After a moment, Xander added, Still, Ill see what I can do. It depends on the strategy meeting later today with my father and our vassals.
Niles nodded and then shifted gears. Vulcans attitude toward you was way out of line. With customer service like that, he should be thrilled anyone even bothers to show up.
Xanders expression softened, his voice calm. We all carry demons within usbut we must also remember the angels. Thats the balance we must strive for. He hesitated before adding, I admit, I took it personally. A lesson for me to reflect on.
Niless eyes lit up. Whoa, that sounded poetic!
Xander laughed, the unexpected compliment catching him off guard.
As they walked, Xander asked, So, where to now?
Niles considered for a moment before answering, Youll make a great king, Xander. Im sure of it. The sincerity in his voice left Xander momentarily stunned.
Anyway, Niles continued, grinning, I have no idea where to go next. Got any suggestions?
Xander pondered the question before offering, Perhaps the Adventurers Guild?
It was as though he had struck gold. Niless face lit up. Perfect! I didnt even know you had guilds. Lets go!
With a shared sense of purpose, they headed toward their next destination.
Little did Niles and Xander know though. The Xargian guard known as Lion, after tirelessly hunting for Xhiva, had just overheard the princes unmistakably loud voice echoing down the hallway during their card game. The commotion outside the room, fueled by curious onlookers trying to eavesdrop, only added to the noise.
Lion didnt hesitate. He shoved the lingering spectators aside with little effort, clearing a path for himself. Without a moments pause, he raised his gauntleted fist and pounded hard on the door, the sound reverberating like a command.
Chapter 30: A Quest For Nothing And The "Cabbage Whisperer”
Who is it? Xhiva called out sharply, his voice tinged with irritation and a faint screech, as though the mere thought of interruption grated on him. The intensity of the card game clearly demanded full focus.
A voice, deep and forceful, responded from behind the door, Its Lion.
Xhiva groaned, shoving his stool back from the table with an annoyed scrape. He muttered under his breath about how the Xargian Guards had been getting far too full of themselves lately. Go away, he ordered dismissively, his tone dripping with exhaustion. Thats an order.
Satisfied with his decree, Xhiva returned his attention to the cards, debating how many tricks to aim for in the next round.
The door handle rattled, but the door remained firmly locked. Xhivas patience frayed further. I told you to leave! he barked.
Lion, unfazed, called through the door, his tone measured but insistent. Apologies, my prince, but Ive been sent to finish a task. Theres a soldieron the brink of death. Ive been granted the right to end him and claim the experience points.
Xhivas grip on the cards tightened, his jaw setting. I command you to leave. Do not test my patience, or youll suffer the consequences!
But Lion wasnt backing down. Once again, I apologize, my prince, he said, voice heavy with feigned deference. Its just that a little bird whispered to me that the soldier I seek is in this very room.
Xhiva, Roy, and Gustavus immediately turned their eyes to Squeaky, the small thunder phoenix perched nearby. Niless familiar let out a high-pitched chirp of alarm, its tiny wings fluttering defensively. It gestured wildly as though to say, I didnt say anything! Im innocent! Tiny beads of sweat seemed to form as it flapped in a frenzy under their collective judgment.
Youre not welcome here. Now leave, Xhivas voice shattered the tense silence, carrying a sharp edge that brooked no argument.
Lion paused for a moment, then offered a mockingly polite response, his tone dripping with insincere courtesy. As you wish, my prince. Ill take my leave. May your day be as fulfilling as your commands.
Turning on his heel, Lion muttered under his breath, barely audible, I know mine will be. Without another word, he strode off down the corridor, heading toward the throne room.
Inside the room, Gustavus and Roy exhaled in unison, the tension in their shoulders melting away. Phew, that was nerve-wracking! Gustavus said. You handled that well, Xhiva! Roy added.
But the corpulent prince didnt so much as glance up at the praise. His eyes remained fixed on his cards, as though the recent encounter with Lion had been nothing more than an annoying fly buzzing about. This turn, he declared, his focus entirely on the game, Im going for two tricks!
And with that, Xhiva gave his full attention back to the card game, the previous interruption seemingly erased from his mind.
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Back in the city, Niles and Xander made their way toward the Adventurers Guild. The very idea of it sent Niless imagination into overdrive, conjuring images of a grand hall steeped in historya sanctuary for brave men and women who risked their lives battling monsters, saving nations, and carving their names into legend.
But as they reached the outskirts of the city, the reality shattered Niless vision. The buildings here were ramshackle, their wooden planks warped by moisture and decay. The streets were dirt paths riddled with trash, the air heavy with a stench that stung the nostrils. Children played in the filth, their laughter starkly out of place in the squalor.
At the heart of this dilapidated area stood a shack, small and unimpressive. It leaned slightly to one side, as if it had given up on standing straight. Above the entrance hung a tattered flag bearing a crude emblem: a sword crossed over a shield with a helmet perched above them. It looked like something a child might scrawl in crayon for a pretend dungeon crawldevoid of artistry or refinement.
Niless excitement faltered further as they stepped inside. The interior was less a guildhall and more a dingy tavern. The stench of alcohol and stale air was suffocating, and the dim light only served to highlight the grime. So much for grandeur.
Xander pinched his nose, trying to block out the overpowering stench. Outside, the sun blazed brightly, but in here, all the windows were sealed shut, leaving the room dim and oppressive. Only faint beams of light managed to sneak in, giving the space a murky, claustrophobic feel. This would be a ventilation nightmare back on Earth, Niles thought, surveying the room. Not exactly a workplace that passes inspection.
The people inside didnt seem to mindor maybe theyd just given up caring. Their spirits looked as sunken as the worn chairs they sat in. Across the room stood a large board labeled "QUESTS" in faded lettering. It was empty, its surface caked in dust, as though it hadnt been used in years.
Youve come a long way from home, a bald woman rasped, breaking the silence. Her arms were covered in tattoos and scars, and an eye patch added to her intimidating demeanor. She leaned back in her chair, scrutinizing their clean clothes and confident stance. You must be desperate if youre stepping into a place like this.
Niles responded with a beaming smile, his voice ringing out, Thank you! Yes, were absolutely desperate! Im glad you noticed!
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Xander, ever composed, watched the exchange with quiet amusement. Normally, he might have taken a more measured approach, but seeing Niles handle it with such unorthodox energy was entertaining. Besides, he was still focused on breathing through his mouth, anything to avoid the oppressive stench clinging to the room.
Im Niles, and Im here to request a QUEST! Niless voice echoed through the dingy guild hall, turning every head in the room.
A shaky, incredulous voice answered him. Do you mean... a real quest?
The speaker, a burly man with a hood over his head, slowly stood, his eyes glistening as if hed just heard a proposal of undying love. Niles strode over, his grin wide and confident.
Thats right! Niles declared. Ive got a friend on his deathbed, and I believe only a unique skill can save him. Thats why weve come here! He paused dramatically, building anticipation. Andheres the kickeryoull get paid upfront: a free checkup with the holy crystal to reveal your true skill!
Xander lifted the crystal, its radiant glow catching the flicker of the rooms dim candles. A gasp rippled through the room, followed by cheers. Adventurers leaped from their seats, energized by the promise of purpose.
Niles capitalized on the momentum. And Im sure well find someone here in this famous adventurers guild!
The air shifted abruptly. Faces fell, and a wave of melancholy swept through the crowd. Niles sensed the mood plummeting after the word famous was used and quickly added, AND IVE ONLY HEARD GOOD THINGS!
This sparked a clamor of renewed cheers, and Niles grinned. Now, line up, folksits time to discover your true worth!
In hindsight, he regretted using the phrase true worth.
The first in line was the muscular man with the hood, he approached the crystal with a mixture of hope and trepidation. He placed his hand on it, muttering, Status: open.
The crystal flared briefly, revealing the words: FlowerPower C Can create stunning floral bouquets.
Silence.
I... I need some air, the man mumbled, his face blank. He shuffled toward the door.
Xander leaned toward Niles, whispering, Hes taking it better than I expected.
A shrill, heart-wrenching wail erupted from outside. Niles winced, cleared his throat, and called, Next, please.
The adventurers shuffled forward one by one, revealing a parade of hilariously underwhelming skills:
- Cabbage Whisperer C Can communicate with cabbages, convincing them to grow faster or roll slightly
- Sticky Hands C Anything you touch becomes incredibly sticky for a minute. Great for losing friends, terrible for wielding weapons or tools.
- Pigeon Summoner C Summons a single, uncooperative pigeon.
- Dramatic Sneeze C Can sneeze on command, with an impressively loud sound.
- Salt Spray C Can shoot a small puff of table salt from your fingers. Effective against really under-seasoned meals.
One by one, the adventurers left, their dreams of glory wilting like neglected houseplants.
Finally, the scarred, tattooed woman with an eyepatch stepped forward, her expression defiant. Its not about the skill itself, she declared. Its about how you use it. She placed her hand on the crystal.
The verdict: Regret Beam C Stares at an person so intensely it makes them think about their poor life choices... if you make eye contact.
She barked a laugh, tapping her eyepatch. Good thing Ive got one eye left!
As the room had emptied, she turned to Niles. So, did you find anyone useful?
Niles scratched his head. Well... If the FlowerPower guy could whip up a nice bouquet, thatd be a start.
She nodded. Ill make sure he does.
By the way, thank you for helping us with our quest, Niles said, extending his hand. And for the great customer service!
Her expression froze, caught off guard by the unexpected praise for her customer service. It had been so long since shed heard anything like that. Slowly, a genuine smile spread across her face, and with newfound confidence, she replied, Thats what were here for!
Xander leaned in, whispering to her, Youre supposed to shake it. Nodding at Niles hand.
The woman gripped Niless hand with a strength that nearly crushed his bones. Niles let out a sudden, sharp cry of pain. Oops. Sorry. Thought you were stronger.
Not a problem, Niles wheezed. By the way, about those skills... Some of your friends mustve known theirs already, right? Like, how do you not notice if your hands are unnaturally sticky?
She smirked. Wouldnt you be curious if there was more to it? A hidden potential? Youd want to know, wouldnt you?
Niles nodded, impressed. Good point. He continued, Lets go Xander.
The woman scoffed. Your name is Xander? Like the prince? Thats amusing. I thought only royals wore names that start with an X.
Niles raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. Well, he is the real prince.
The woman laughed, shaking her head. Yeah, sure he is. Im not that gullible. She leaned in closer, squinting as she examined Xanders face.
Why would royalty show up in this dump of a guild? Her mind raced, but then her gaze locked onto his eyesscarlet, serene, and unmistakable. They glimmered with the quiet authority of Xandrias royal lineage.
Her breath hitched, and her confidence shattered. Oh... Oh no. Her voice trembled. My prince, I-I didnt realize... Im so sorry for doubting you!
She dropped to her knees in a bow so deep it was practically groveling. Panic flickered across her face as she wondered if shed just doomed herself to royal punishment.
But Xander said nothing. His smile faltered, and with a curt bow of his head, he turned and walked out of the guild without a word.
Niles stared after him, his brows furrowing in concern. Something was off. He hurried to catch up, and once they were outside, he asked, Hey, man, what happened?
Im starting to think your skill isnt Barrier but picking up on every tiny detail, he remarked suddenly.
Was that an attempt at a joke? Niles grinned. Im proud of you! he added, his smile widening.
Xander chuckled softly. Well, weve spent enough time together these past days. Im bound to pick up a thing or two.
But then Xanders expression shifted, his usual composure faltering. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to be honest. I think her skillRegret Beamactivated on me, he admitted, his tone heavy. It made me question my life choices.
Niles could see the storm of reflection brewing behind Xanders scarlet eyes. A wise man once told me, he said gently, we all have demons inside. But we shouldnt forget the angels we carry, too.
Xander regarded him thoughtfully, realization flickering across his face. That was me who said that, not too long ago.
Niles nodded. Exactly. Thats why I remembered it.
A soft chuckle escaped Xander as he smiled, the tension easing slightly. Thank you.
Niles met his gaze with a warm grin before steering the conversation elsewhere. So, he sighed, looks like were back to square one. No closer to finding a skill that can save Felix.
As if on cue, a group of scrappy youngsters burst onto the scene, rushing toward them with eager hands and hungry eyes. Got any money? Food? Anything? one of them pleaded, their voices overlapping in chaotic desperation.
Before Xander could respond, a particularly bold child darted forward, digging deep into his pocket and snatching the crystal.
Hey! Xander shouted, spinning to grab at the kid, but the little thief was already sprinting away.
The rest of the children scattered, following suit, each running off in a different direction, their loot clutched tightly.
Chapter 31: The Gift of Joy - Taking A Crystal From A Child
It wasnt the wisest movetrying to pickpocket the royal Prince Xander. Especially given that his stats were leagues above what any common thief could handle. With the speed of an arrow, Xander darted after the fleeing boy, catching him in mere moments. Hoisting the child up effortlessly with one arm, Xander turned him around to face him. The boy, no older than nine, had ragged clothes, unkempt hair, and a defiant glare.
Would you mind giving me back the crystal? Xander asked, his tone polite but undeniably firm.
No, the boy replied instantly, turning his face away with casual defiance.
It was the wrong answerpainfully wrongand it was clear Xander had no experience dealing with children, let alone negotiating with one.
The other kids who had scattered moments earlier were now hiding, undoubtedly peeking out from their spots to watch how this would unfold. Xanders brows furrowed, his patience thinning. Do you know the punishment for stealing from the royal family? he asked, his voice sharpening.
No, the boy said again, still refusing to meet his gaze, completely unfazed.
Xander sighed, his frustration mounting. Is no all youre capable of saying?
No, the boy answered yet again, this time with a tiny smirk.
It was a battle of wills, and the boy was clearly winning. Niles, observing the exchange, stepped around Xander and crouched to lock eyes with the kid. Whyd you steal from us? he asked, his tone less intimidating and more curious.
The boys response was immediate. My family is poor, and you look like you can afford a new one anyway.
Xanders jaw nearly dropped. A new one? he sputtered, aghast at the suggestion that a priceless artifact like the crystal could be replaced as easily as a loaf of bread.
Niles, on the other hand, grinned, sensing an opportunity. All right, kid, he said, straightening up. Ill make you a deal. If you say status open and let us see your skill, Ill give you all the money Ive got in my pockets and Ill ask Xander to put you down. How about that?
The boys eyes narrowed, clearly calculating the risk. Deal, he said. Without hesitation, he called out, Status open.
A glowing screen appeared, revealing the boys skill: Math Head C Really good at numbers.
Niles tilted his head, examining the skill with mild amusement. Huh. Im actually impressed. But, uh, he glanced back at the boy, for someone with a math-related skill, your risk calculations are way off. This wasnt exactly a smart move.
The boy didnt seem fazed. now tell him to let me go and give me all your money, he demanded, glaring at Niles.
Niles smirked, turning out his empty pockets with a theatrical flourish. About the money... Im actually two gold coins in debt, he announced with a devilish grin.
He glanced at Xander, mischief dancing in his eyes. Xander, how about you answer the same way the boy did earlier? Would you be willing to drop him?
Xanders lips curled into a wide, gleeful smile, his expression glinting with playful revenge. Locking eyes with the boy, he said firmly, No.
The boys face contorted into a sour scowl as Niles leaned in and deftly snatched the crystal from his grip. Like taking candy from a baby... or crystals from a kid, Niles quipped, tossing the crystal back to Xander with a grin.
Xander caught it effortlessly, slipping it back into his pocket while still holding the boy aloft with one hand.
Anyway, Niles added, his grin widening, congrats! Youve learned a valuable life lessonfor free!
The two men erupted into hearty laughter, their shared amusement filling the air. It was rare for something so trivial to feel so satisfying.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.
Alright, Niles said after catching his breath, his tone shifting to something more serious. So, what should we do with him?
Xander tilted his head, considering. Perhaps we should just turn him over to the city guards for his crime? he suggested, his expression carefully neutral.
The boys defiance crumbled instantly. His wide eyes brimmed with panic, and his voice wavered as he blurted out, N-nooo, please!
Xander raised a single brow in mock surprise, his tone as dry as parchment. Interesting. Looks like you do know another word after all.
Soft, hurried footsteps approached, light and desperate. Please, excuse my brotherplease, let him go!
The voice belonged to a young woman who looked to be around Niles and Xanders age, perhaps a year or two younger. She was out of breath, her exhaustion evident. Her sunburnt, dirt-streaked skin and short, unwashed dark blonde hair told of a life spent under harsh conditions. Her dress was a patchwork of different fabrics, likely salvaged and stitched together over the years. In her arms, she carried a basket filled with apples.
Her voice cracked with desperation, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. I beg you, she pleaded, every syllable trembling with urgency.
Xander gently lowered the boy to the ground. As soon as his feet touched the dirt, the child bolted to his sister, wrapping his small arms tightly around her waist. She crouched and returned the embrace fiercely, holding him like she might never let go.
Straightening, Xander spoke with an authoritative calm. I am Prince Xander of Xandria, he declared. Your brother has stolen from us.
The woman froze, her eyes widening in shocknot only at the revelation of their prince standing before her but also at the gravity of her brothers actions.
I told you, she said sharply, turning to scold the boy. I told you not to stoop to theft!
The boys small frame shook, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His voice came as a shaky whisper. But we need your medicine...
Her sternness softened instantly, replaced by tender reassurance. Well find another way, she said, pulling him closer. She forced a smile, brushing the dirt from his worn clothes as if the gesture alone could lighten his burden. Im fine, she added, her voice firm with conviction, as much for herself as for him.
She kissed the top of his head and straightened his tattered shirt. Now, go home. Ill handle this.
The boy hesitated but obeyed, his tear-streaked face resolute as he darted off. She watched him go before turning back to face Xander and Niles, determination flickering in her tired eyes.
"I am prepared to accept the punishment in my brother''s place," the young woman said, bowing deeply, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. She braced herself, awaiting whatever destiny awaited her.
"Rise," Xander said gently. "Weve already retrieved the stolen item." His tone softened, easing the tension. "However, we would appreciate your cooperation in a different matter."
The young woman raised her head, her surprise evident, mingled with relief. "And what might that be?" she asked, her voice open and eager, a subtle note of gratitude woven into her words.
Xander held up the crystal, its faint glow catching the light. "Would you kindly touch this and say, Status open?"
Without hesitation, she did as asked. A shimmering screen appeared before them, revealing her skill:
Gift of Joy C Anything you givebe it food, an item, or even a kind wordinstills a subtle, warm sense of happiness in the recipient.
Niles tilted his head, his expression twisting into one of deep thought. His mind whirred at full capacity, considering how they could use this skill.
Before he could speak, the muscular man from the adventure guild came jogging toward them, his hand clutching a carefully arranged bouquet. Though the flowers were likely plucked nearby, the arrangement was surprisingly elegant, giving it the look of something from a high-end florist.
The adventurer guild woman was cheering him on from behind, her exuberance unmistakable. Gasping for breath, the man thrust the bouquet toward Niles. "Here. Take this," he said gruffly, clearly not one for words.
From a distance, curious onlookers began murmuring. "Was that a love confession?" someone whispered loudly enough for others to hear.
Niles, blushing at the sudden attention, accepted the bouquet and thanked the man awkwardly. Then he glanced at the young woman beside him. "It''s... a long story," he muttered.
The bald woman from the adventurer guild waved from the distance, signaling the quests completion.
The young woman beside Niles admired the bouquet. "What a beautiful arrangement!" she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.
Her reaction sparked an idea in Niless mind and warmth in his soul. His eyes narrowed as he considered a possibility. Perhaps her skill could be combined with another. Perhapsjust perhapsit might help Felix.
Before he could elaborate, a deafening sound shattered the moment. Squeaky, like a streak of lightning, burst onto the scene, his wings crackling with energy as vibrations from his electrical presence filled the air.
XANDER! Niles shouted urgently, his voice sharp with alarm.
Xander didnt need an explanation. Instantly, he turned on his heel and bolted in the direction of the castle.
"Whats happening?" the young woman cried, her voice trembling with fear.
"Our friend is in danger!" Niles replied, already moving.
Squeaky took to the skies again, his distressed chirps guiding them from above.
"Lets go!" Niles shouted, sprinting after Xander. Without hesitation, the young woman followed, her sense of debt propelling her forward.
Chapter 32: Through Shadows and Light
Xander moved like the wind, his figure a blur as he stormed through the bustling city streets toward the castle. He weaved effortlessly through the throng of people, his movements precise and fluid, like an acrobat performing at breakneck speed.
Niles, on the other hand, lagged far behind. The aftermath of the previous nights ball weighed heavily on him, every ache a reminder of his bruisesand his less-than-athletic past. Back on Earth, his diet of fast food and reliance on cars instead of physical exertion was catching up with him. As he hit a dense pocket of the crowd, he groaned, stuck in a sluggish, human-made traffic jam. Sweat dripping down his face, he muttered to himself, When I level up, first thing Im upgrading is my stamina stat.
The young woman trailed just a step behind him, her cheeks flushed a feverish red. Niles glanced over his shoulder, panting heavily, Are you okay?
She nodded, though her breaths were shallow, her hand gripping her chest. Yes... I can manage, she insisted, though the strain was clear in her voice.
Niles slowed his pace, raising an eyebrow. You know what, he said, taking a long, labored breath and straightening his posture, I think its safe to leave this to Xander.
Her gaze flicked to him, puzzled but kind. Are you sure?
Niles gave her a lopsided grin. Trust me, if theres anyone who can handle this, its him. Lets take it easy and catch up in our own time.
Though hesitant at first, the young woman nodded, a look of relief crossing her face. If youre certain
I am, Niles reassured her, and Im sure our lungs will thank us for it.
They both took a moment to catch their breath, leaning against the edge of a shops wall. Once their pulses steadied, they began the ascent to the castle, walking at a slower, more forgiving pace.
Xander sprinted across the moat bridge, his heart pounding like a war drum. The guards stationed along the way barely had time to react; some stumbled back, startled by the princes sudden charge, their tension from yesterdays bloody ball still palpable.
Reaching the castles inner corridors, Xander didnt pause. His grip tightened on his sword, every fiber of his being bracing for a fight. He rounded the final corner toward the room where Felix, Roy, Gustavus, and Xhiva were supposed to be. The door was ajar, smoke curling from the edges where the lock had been completely incinerated. Murmurs spilled into the hallway, and dread clawed at Xanders chest.
Was he too late?
With a prayer in his heart, he burst through the doorway, expecting chaosbut was met with something entirely different.
The scene inside froze him mid-step. The room was bathed in sunlight, glinting off the polished snarling helmets of the Xargian Guard. They were scattered across chairs and tables, engrossed in a heated game of cards. The remnants of the door smoldered in a corner, and the tension in the air was... not battle but competitive fervor.
Xanders presence drew every helmeted head toward him, their gaze briefly assessing him before dismissing his concern entirely. They returned to their cards.
What in the name of the crown is going on here? Xander barked, his breath labored from the run.
His gaze darted to Felix, who lay in bed, his chest rising and falling steadily. Relief washed over himFelix was alive. But the absurdity of the situation only deepened.
Xhiva looked up from his chair, a sly grin plastered across his face. The emergency is right here, brother, he said, holding up a piece of paper. Wolf here has plummeted six times in a row. If he folds again, his honor will be worth less than a copper coinshame so deep not even the Golden Bank could buy it back.
Xander blinked, his sword lowering slightly as his mind struggled to process. Xhiva wagged his tongue mockingly at the soldier across the table, whose body languageeven under his fearsome helmetradiated annoyance.
Are you serious? Xander growled, his voice laden with disbelief.
It made no sense, but Xhivas taunting expression and carefree attitude made one thing clear: the Xargian Guards code of honor was on the line, and it revolved around this absurd game.
Xemena strode down the hallway alongside Dragon, the imposing leader of the Xargian Guard. The two were deep in conversation, their voices low and measured. As they neared, Xemena noticed her usually composed brother standing frozen, an uncharacteristic expression of bafflement plastered across his face.
Hello, brother, Xemena greeted, lifting a hand in a small wave. Her sharp eyes scanned him. You look as though youve seen something... otherworldly.
Xander didnt respond. His gaze was fixed on the activity inside the room.
Xemena and Dragon exchanged a look before stepping closer to peer inside. The moment they did, Xemenas lip curled in amusement. So this was your grand secret? A pastime gathering? She gestured toward the scattered guards hunched over their Plump game. I understand why youd want to keep such an... event hidden.
Her attention shifted to the doorframe, now blackened and still faintly smoking. And what exactly happened here? Did someone think setting the door on fire would add to the stakes?
Xander finally spoke, though his voice was distant, still grappling with the absurdity of it all. Perhaps Ill join their game, he muttered.
Xemena raised a skeptical brow, folding her arms. Did Niles put you up to this nonsense?
Before Xander could reply, Dragon turned sharply toward the sound of approaching footsteps. Speaking of the man, she said.
Niles jogged into view, looking slightly winded, while the young woman trailed behind, her patchworked dress fluttering as she struggled to keep her breaths steady.
And look what he dragged in, Xemena added, her tone edged with distaste as her gaze locked onto the disheveled young woman. Why is someone like her in this castle? She pinched her nose dramatically, as though the very sight of her carried an unpleasant odor.
Niles ignored the jab, his focus on Xander. How did it go? he asked quickly.
Xander hesitated, glancing back at the room. Thats a good... question.
Curious, Niles peeked inside. Hello, everyone! he called cheerily.
Gustavus shouted back from his seat, Oy, Niles! Were playing Plump. You in?
Niless face lit up like a child invited to their favorite game. I love Plump! he said, stepping toward the table with evident enthusiasm. But then he remembered why he was there. Oh, right. Felix.
He moved to Felixs bedside and leaned in, listening closely. The soft sound of breathing met his ears, and he sighed with relief. Good. Were in time.
Roy stood abruptly. Did you bring someone with a skill to help him?
The room, Xargian guards included, turned their attention to Niles, awaiting his answer.
Well, skill-ish, Niles admitted with a casual shrug. Its worth a shot.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.
He turned to the young woman and gestured for her to step forward. Come on in. Dont be shy.
She hesitated for a moment, her hands nervously clutching her patchwork dress, but Niles offered her a reassuring smile, stepping aside to make room for her.
She stepped hesitantly to Niless side, her gaze falling on the man lying in the bed. She had never seen him before, but it was clear he was teetering on the edge of life. His face was ashen, devoid of color, with deep, exhausted hollows beneath his closed eyes. His chest rose and fell faintly, each breath a labor.
The room was silent now, the card game abandoned. All eyes were on her, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken hope. What do you want me to do? she asked softly, her voice barely breaking the tense quiet.
She studied the man again. His short-cropped hair, icy blue like a glacier, framed a face that must have once been strikingly handsome, with high cheekbones and a noble structure now dulled by his frailty.
Niles handed her the bouquet, his expression urgent but kind. I need you to give this to him, he said simply.
Her brows knit in confusion. Thats it?
Niles nodded, his voice tinged with resolve. We dont have much time. I believe in Felixs will to survive, but his bodys nearly given out. Maybe your skill can give him the boost he needs. Even if its just a little.
He stepped back to make room for her, and everyone in the room stood, their breaths held, waiting for somethinganythingto happen. Even Xemena and Dragon joined the onlookers, curiosity pulling them closer.
The young woman approached the bed, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped the bouquet. Hello, she said softly, her voice wavering as she addressed the unconscious man. I hope this bouquet finds you well... and that you recover soon.
Carefully, she placed the bouquet into his limp hand, adjusting his fingers to grip it gently. The room seemed to hold its collective breath, a silence so profound that even the faint creak of the bed seemed deafening.
Nothing happened.
Im sorry, she said, her voice breaking as she stepped back. I dont think it worked. Her shoulders sagged, and the weight of the rooms expectations bore down on her. She felt every glance, every ounce of judgment. An outsider brought into a crisis, only to fail.
What are you talking about? Niles said, stepping forward, his tone brimming with determination. Weve only just begun. Your skill doesnt have a limit, does it?
She blinked, confused. I... I dont know.
Niles turned to the room, his voice rising in an impassioned command. Everyone, listen up! This girls skill has the power to bring joy. Everything she givesbe it an item or even a complimentinstills a small, warm sense of happiness in the receiver. Were going to use that to help Felix!
He raised his voice even further. So, gather anything you can findsmall items, tokens, whatever you have. Bring them to her so she can pass them on to Felix. Well force his recovery through sheer happiness!
Xander, ever the leader, took up the call. You heard him! Move!
The Xargian guards abandoned their seats and began scouring the room for anything they could contribute. Coins, trinkets, even playing cardsthey piled everything they could find in front of her.
Niles turned to her with a spark in his eyes. And you, he said, his voice dropping to an encouraging tone, give him lots of compliments. Every word of encouragement counts.
She stared at him, startled but unwilling to falter. With the rooms collective effort fueling her resolve, she nodded and prepared to try again.
Her hands moved steadily, taking item after item from the growing pile and passing them to Felix. With each token, she offered a complimentgentle, warm words meant to reach the unconscious man. Youre strong, she murmured, placing a coin in his hand. Youve got people who believe in you, she added, tucking a small charm by his side.
Niles had stepped back, not just to give her space but to keep replenishing the pile with whatever he could find. His movements were purposeful, his focus unwavering as he scanned the room for more trinkets to sustain the effort.
From across the room, Xemena scoffed, her smirk sharp as a blade. She approached Niles, arms crossed, her tone dripping with condescension. Really? Youre trying to bring someone back with happiness? Do you even hear yourself? Thats ridiculous. Youd be better off following the doctors advice while theres still time to claim his experience points.
Niles paused, his usual optimistic demeanor giving way to something colder, sharper. His shoulders tensed, and when he spoke, his irritation was unmistakable. Im not trying to revive himhes still alive. And hes not some commodity to harvest like crops in a field. Its not over until we stop trying.
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and moved to Xander, whispering something too low for the others to hear.
Xemenas frown deepened, her cheeks flushed with indignation. Did that banished nobody just insult me? she hissed, her voice rising. She turned on her heel. Were leaving.
But Dragon, standing at her side, didnt move. Her voice was calm but resolute. It always seems impossible until its done, she said, her gaze fixed on Niles. That man fights until miracles are possible. She gestured toward him with a nod. Lets stay and see this through.
Xemena rolled her eyes, exasperated. Her gaze shifted to a nearby cart laden with freshly replenished food and delicacies. Fine, she muttered, heading toward it. Grabbing a chair and a slice of cake, she seated herself at a table with a huff.
Across the room, Xhiva gave her a cheerful thumbs-up, a gesture hed recently picked up from Roy and Gustavus, the summoned champions from Earth. Xemenas lips curled into a grimace, and she muttered under her breath, This entire castle has lost its mind. She stabbed her spoon into the cake, taking a bite as if it were the only sane thing left to do.
As the hours slipped into night, the room gradually emptied. Only the royal siblingsexcept Xhiva, who had left earlierthe summoned champions, and the young woman remained. She knelt by Felixs bedside, her voice soft but persistent. Please wake up. Youre so important to so many people, she murmured, placing another small trinket atop the mound already covering his still form.
Youve been at this for hours, Xander said, standing beside her. Perhaps you should take a break?
She shook her head, her exhaustion visible in her trembling hands and hoarse voice. Summoning a polite tone, she replied, Thank you, Prince, but I want to keep going.
Xander studied her for a moment, recognizing her determination despite her evident fatigue. He nodded and stepped back.
Please come back to us, she whispered to Felix, leaning closer. I really wish I could talk to you. You have such a kind face. But Felix gave no response, his body unmoving, as if his soul hovered between this world and the next.
Across the room, Niles sat with Roy and Gustavus, listening intently as they recounted the earlier events. Lion had used his skill, Flame On, to burn through the door, leading a contingent of Xargian Guards intent on ending Felixs life. But Xhiva had intervened, halting them and somehow persuading them to resolve the conflict through a card game of Plump. It was then that Squeaky had flown off to alert Xander. Roy had also threatened to use his devastating skill, The Cannon, to blow up the castle, his status as the princes ward lending weight to his words.
Somewhere close in the room but yet so far.
Darkness embraced him, endless and consuming. It felt peaceful, like the closing of a book after a long journey. But thena voice, soft and distant, drifted through the void.
Please wake up. Youre so important to so many people.
The words stirred something in the nothingness, like a faint breeze in the stillness. The voice came again, gentler this time, weaving through the abyss.
Your hair is so beautiful. I wish I could see what color your eyes are.
A flicker of light broke through, fragile yet insistent. Strength, faint but growing, seeped into his spirit. Slowly, Felixs eyelids fluttered open. The light of the room was blurry, the world beyond it hazy, but one figure stood outa girl, framed by the glow of candlelight. Her form seemed almost ethereal, like a haloed vision.
Are you an angel? he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Startled, the young woman leaned closer, her eyes widening in surprise before softening into a smile. No, Im just a poor girl from the slums, she replied, tucking a strand of her short, dark blonde hair behind her ear.
Felix gazed at her, his strength fading as quickly as it had come. Whats your name?
Lina, she said gently, her voice trembling with relief.
Thats a beautiful name, he murmured before his eyes closed again, the effort of consciousness too much.
FELIX! Niles shouted, his voice breaking the spell of silence. Everyone rushed to the bedside, gathering around Felix. Though exhausted, his faint smile and slightly flushed cheeks gave hope.
Dragon stepped forward, her keen eyes inspecting him closely. Hell survive, she said with certainty. But he needs rest.
We should leave, she added, looking to Xemena.
The princess rose from her chair, glancing briefly at Felix before turning to Niles. Her gaze lingered, her expression unreadable. Yes, she said finally, following Dragon out of the room.
Ill have a court assistant bring an extra bed here, Xander announced. Rest for now, and well reconvene tomorrow. He placed a reassuring hand on Niless shoulder before leaving.
Roy and Gustavus lingered a moment longer, exchanging tired smiles with Niles before heading out themselves.
Finally, the prince turned to Lina. Ill escort you out, Xander said. Before you go, well provide food and clothing as thanks for your help.
Lina hesitated, glancing at both Bander and Niles. Thank you, she said softly. My brother and I will be very grateful.
Niles turned to Squeaky. Make a bond with her, he said.
The bird fluttered to Linas shoulder, tapping it gently before returning to Niles.
In case we need your help again, Niles explained, offering her a warm smile.
She returned the smile, bowing slightly before following Xander out.
As the room grew quieter, Niles looked at Squeaky, his face lighting up. Well done buddy, Ill make sure you get some grilled fish tomorrow he said warmly.
The bird chirped in delight, and Niles chuckled.
The night was winding down for Niles, Roy, Gustavus, and Felix.
But for Xander, Xemena, and Dragon, the night was far from over. A strategy meeting loomed, its gravity pulling them toward the aftermath of yesterdays bloody attack on the ball. And they were already late.
Chapter 33: Chains Of The Crown
Xander escorted Lina out of the castle gates, pausing just outside the torchlit courtyard. He bowed deeply to her, his voice steady but warm. "Thank you for what youve done today. Your kindness made a difference."
A court assistant approached, handing over two cloth bags, one filled with fresh garments and the other with food. Lina accepted them with wide eyes, bowing slightly. I hope Felix recovers fully, she said, clutching the gifts tightly.
Xander nodded, his expression softening for a moment. Im sure he will.
As Lina began her walk back to the city, the weight of the day pressed upon her. She glanced back at the towering castle, the flicker of torchlight on its stone walls casting long shadows. No ones ever going to believe this, she muttered under her breath. Her thoughts drifted to Felix, his handsome features etched into her memory. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly clapped them with her hands, trying to shake off her thoughts. Focus, Lina, she told herself, adjusting her pace as she headed toward the slums.
Xander lingered for a moment, watching her silhouette disappear into the citys dim streets before turning back. His stride was slower now, each step measured as if he were trying to gather himself. The courtyard torches burned bright, their light reflecting off the polished stone walls. He exhaled, long and heavy, knowing that the most difficult part of his day still lay ahead.
The throne room loomed before him, its double doors guarded by two members of the Xargian Guard. Their snarling beast helmets gleamed under the flickering light as they stepped aside, pulling the massive gates open.
Inside, the air was thick with tension. Lords and vassals from across Xandria crowded the room, their voices a cacophony of heated debate.
We must retaliate immediately! one vassal roared, slamming his fist on the table at the center of the room. A large map of the realm sprawled across it, detailing Xandria and the nations beyond.
Betrayal of this magnitude cannot go unanswered! another shouted, his voice drowned out by the rising murmur of agreement.
Xander slipped into the room, keeping to the shadows out of habit. He moved toward a corner, preferring the quiet edge over the chaos.
Near the throne of a thousand crowns, Xemena and Xhiva stood at their fathers side, their postures sharp and attentive. King Xerxes sat on the towering throne, his scarlet gaze fixed on his firstborn son as he entered.
Youre late, the king said, his voice cutting through the din like a blade. The room fell silent instantly, the authority in his tone leaving no room for interruption.
Xander halted mid-step, bowing his head. My apologies, Father
I am your king, Xerxes corrected, his voice sharp and unyielding.
Xander straightened, his jaw tightening. My apologies, my king.
The kings scarlet eyes bore into his sons, but he wasted no more words on formality. Let us proceed, he said, his tone commanding. The meeting had officially begun.
The kings voice rang out, commanding the rooms attention. Xemena, begin. Walk us through the events of the attack.
Xemena stepped forward, her voice clear and resolute as she addressed the gathered lords and vassals. Honored lords and allies, yesterdays assault had one clear objective: the elimination of the king and all who stand loyal to him. Many of our friends and allies were slaughtered in cold blood.
She extended a hand toward Dragon, the leader of the Xargian Guard, who stood stoic and imposing near the throne. Our elite soldiers were deployed to the city. According to Dragons report, the disturbances across Xandria were orchestrated as a diversionto draw our finest forces away from the castle.
Lowering her arm, she continued, her voice steady. However, thanks to the vigilance of one of our court assistants, the tide turned. Sensing something was amiss, he risked everything to sneak away and warn the Xargian Guard. His actions ensured their return to the fortress in time to intercept the attackers.
A wave of murmurs rippled through the room, tinged with admiration. Such extraordinary loyalty! one vassal exclaimed.
Indeed, such bravery should be rewarded! another chimed in.
King Xerxess voice cut through the growing praise, cold and unyielding. That assistant has been banished. His declaration froze the room. He is one of the culprits responsible for the destruction of the Kings Tower.
The chamber fell silent, a tension settling over the crowd. Then, a few chuckles broke the quiet, followed by murmurs of agreement. Ah, of course! A fitting punishment for one who dares to endanger the very heart of the kingdom, one vassal said.
Truly a wise decision, my king! another added, their tone deferential.
Xemena pressed on, her composure unwavering. Additionally, one of the summoned champions brought critical information to my attention. They reported that one of the culpritsZacharias, from now on known as Snake Eyes, a prince of Zairulewas seen consuming a mana potion during the attack.
She paused, letting the weight of her words settle over the room. We suspect he has unlocked the ability to wield magicand that his magic may possess the power to temporarily nullify skills.
Murmurs erupted once more across the room. We were fortunate that one of the summoned champions warned us of this! a voice chimed in, nodding emphatically. A fitting reward should be given for such a critical feat.
Xerxes raised his hand, the movement sharp and deliberate, silencing the room in an instant. His scarlet eyes burned like smoldering embers as he leaned slightly forward in his throne. That man has also been sentenced to banishment, he announced coldly. He dared challenge me to a dueland lost.
The gathered lords and vassals held their breath, none willing to risk speaking over the king. Xerxes eased back into his seat, his imposing presence unshaken.
After a tense pause, a lone voice ventured, Ah, a fitting punishment for one who dares to oppose our king!
The sentiment quickly caught on, with others echoing in agreement. Indeed! Good riddance!
Xemena resumed her report, her voice unwavering as she addressed the room. During the ambush, Roy, another one of the summoned, used his skill to blast a hole in the wall.
A silence hung heavy in the room, the crowd unsure how to respond to this revelation.
Roy is not banished, Xemena clarified pointedly. A collective sigh of relief rippled through the room, tension easing momentarily.
His actions allowed the Xargian Guard to breach the ballroom and enter the fray, she continued. We also have reason to suspect the involvement of the Golden Bank, along with other nations, in this assault. Their exact motivations remain unclear, but investigations are underway.
She straightened and offered a nod. That concludes my summary.
Xerxes took over seamlessly, his voice cutting through the lingering murmurs. Good. Now, the question is this: how do we respond to this brazen declaration?
A hand rose from the crowd. Forgive the interruption, came the voice of Lord Aldric. His tone was laced with unease. Weve neglected to discuss my daughterAurelia was abducted during the chaos.
Xerxess gaze hardened as he dismissed the concern with a single wave. She has served her purpose. Do not interrupt again, Lord Aldric.
The old man visibly recoiled, his voice stilled. Xerxes turned back to the gathered lords and vassals. Now, to the matter at hand. How should we retaliate?
Declare war! someone shouted, the cry quickly amplified by others.
Destroy the Golden Bank! another demanded. Make them pay for their treachery!
The room buzzed with fury and a hunger for vengeance, yet Lord Aldric remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the floor. His hands trembled, his lips quivering as tears pooled in his weary eyes. Alone, amidst the roar of voices demanding blood, no one seemed to notice or care about the loss that haunted him.
Xerxess voice thundered across the hall, commanding unwavering attention. Send word to every corner of Xandria about what transpired here. Let our people know the truth. Dispatch emissaries to every nation to tell our side of the story. And as for the Golden Bank, they will provide an explanationor compensation will be taken by force. Furthermore, no one from Zairule shall set foot in our lands, be they merchants or laborers. Zacharias, also known as Snake Eyes, is hereby sentenced in absentia for his crimes and will face justice within our borders. Does anyone object?
The room fell into an oppressive silence. Not a single voice rose in dissent; none dared challenge the kings decree. His word was law, immutable and final.
Xander took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly as he prepared to speak. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on him. "Life was simpler just days ago," he thought bitterly. Rising to his feet, he squared his shoulders and addressed the throne with careful respect.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.
That is a wise plan, Your Majesty, he began, his voice measured but steady. However, I would like to propose an additional idea.
Xander stepped forward, standing just beneath the throne as his gaze swept across the room. Loyal subjects of Xandria, he said, his tone firm and persuasive, in these trying times, we must stand united. Petty disputes and smaller offenses should be set aside for the greater good. Therefore, I propose this: we unbanish Winston, the court assistant, and Niles, the summoned champion. While their crimes are undeniable, their efforts to redeem themselves have proven invaluable. We will need every ounce of manpower to face the challenges ahead.
The hall grew tense, every eye flickering between the young prince and the king. Xerxess gaze locked onto his son, smoldering with barely restrained fury.
Xander, the king growled, his voice low but full of menace.
But Xander pressed on undeterred. Niles has also been gifted with a familiar, he continued, an avian with the ability to deliver messages at lightning speed. Such a skill could be critical in the battles we will undoubtedly face to protect our empire.
XANDER! Xerxess roar echoed like thunder, causing even the most stalwart lords to flinch. The king leaned forward, his tone brimming with menace. You dare question my decisions?
Xander exhaled slowly, his composure barely intact. No, my king, he corrected himself. I merely suggest we consider the bigger picture.
Xerxess gaze narrowed, sharp as a blade. And in this so-called bigger picture, he asked coldly, who sits on this throne?
Xander hesitated for a fraction of a second, his brow furrowing in confusion. What? he murmured, caught off guard by the kings cutting response.
Xerxes leaned forward, his muscles tensing as his voice deepened. I had a soldier spy on you today, he began, each word deliberate and cutting. It seems youve been spending quite a bit of time with this Niles.
He raised one finger, his tone sharpening. First, you took the Holy Crystal without authorization. A second finger followed. You allowed commonersfilthy commonersto discover their skills for free. A third finger. You visited Vulcan, the smith, and turned a blind eye to the heritage sign he raised, a clear breach of our laws. A fourth finger jabbed into the air. You went to the Adventurers Guild, got robbed, and when you caught the thief, you delivered no punishment. Do you understand the catastrophe losing the crystal would have brought upon this nation? Finally, a fifth finger joined the rest as Xerxess hand formed a rigid claw.
And then, Xerxes growled, pointing his clenched fist at Xander like a weapon, you overruled a decision to transfer the experience points of a dying soldier to the Xargian Guard. To top it off, I hear the summoned champion dares to call you a future great king. His hand dropped to the armrest of his throne, heavy as a hammer. Tell me, Xanderwhat is your ambition?
Xanders face twisted with frustration. What youre insinuating is nonsense! he snapped, throwing his arms wide. My loyalty is to you and to Xandria!
His voice rose further, his words spilling over. I saved your life during the ball! If I wanted to take the throne, I wouldnt have intercepted! I would have let them He stopped, too late to rein in his tongue. And perhaps I should have! he barked, his anger overtaking him.
The room grew deathly quiet as his words hung in the air. During the attack, you were numb! Xander continued, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and regret. Your passiveness nearly cost all of our lives. You were na?ve, Father! This blame is yours!
The silence became suffocating.
Xerxes rose from his throne, his movements slow and deliberate, yet the fury in his expression was unmistakable. Perhaps I should have you banished as well.
Realizing the gravity of his outburst, Xanders confidence faltered. He struggled to reclaim his composure. Father, no, pleasejust listen!
Before Xerxes could respond, Lion, a soldier of the Xargian Guard, seized the moment. EVERYONE STAND BACK FROM PRINCE XANDER! he roared, his voice shaking the hall. HES ACTIVATED HIS SKILLONE-MAN-ARMY! HE SEES US AS ENEMIES!
Chaos erupted. Lords and vassals scrambled for safety, their screams filling the air as guards drew their weapons, advancing cautiously on the prince.
NO, STOP! Xander shouted, his hands rising defensively. He reached for the sword on his back, his posture tense. This is insane! His eyes darted to his father. Father, I apologize! I was wrongI shouldnt have said those things. Please, believe me!
But Xerxes remained unmoved, his expression carved from stone, disgust etched into his features.
Xander turned to his siblings, desperation creeping into his voice. Xhiva, Xemenaplease! You must vouch for me!
Xhivas lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with malice. Oh, Id love to, dear brother, he began mockingly. But the king is right. After all, you even threatened my life when I refused to obey your whims. I had no choice but to watch over that injured soldier on your behalf.
Xanders gaze shot to Xemena, searching for any sign of loyalty. Xemena, please!
His sisters lips trembled, her expression conflicted as she avoided his eyes. Finally, she spoke, her voice quiet but resolute. The kings judgment is just. None of usno matter our relationshipshould question it.
The weight of her words crushed him. Xanders proud posture sagged, his spirit broken. I see, he murmured, his voice hollow.
Reaching for the sword strapped to his back, he unsheathed it with deliberate slowness. Every guard and family member watched him closely, tension thick enough to choke on. He stared at the blade for a moment before letting it fall from his hand.
The sword hit the ground with a loud, metallic clang, the sound echoing through the chamber like a tolling bell.
Xerxess voice thundered, rising above the murmurs in the room. Such insolence would typically demand severe punishment. Yet you may be right about one thingwar may indeed be upon us. Your skills will be needed on the battlefield.
Xhiva cast a sharp, disapproving glare at the king, his expression suggesting he would have preferred a far harsher sentence for his older brother.
The kings verdict came swiftly, his gaze locking onto Xander with the weight of finality. You are sentenced to house arrest. You are forbidden to leave your chambers until I decree otherwise. Leave your blade on the floor; it will be confiscated. Furthermore, your financial privileges are hereby revoked.
Xander remained silent, bowing his head in a show of obedience. His expression betrayed nothing, though inwardly he noted Xhivas subtle delightthe faint smirk, the quiet laughter barely masked behind a stoic facade.
This is why I stay silent, Xander thought. The political games hold no appeal for me. Years of training his body to become stronger had steeled his will, but Xhiva had taken a different path, sharpening his tongue and wit instead. Xander moved with action; Xhiva with words. And for a fleeting moment, Xander was tempted to respond in kindto let his voice move with his body and strike.
But he refrained. Rising from his bow, he prepared to take his leave.
Then Xerxess voice cut through the tension like a blade, stirring the pot with calculated precision. Xhiva, tell mehow would you handle the thief who dared rob your brother? And the smith who dared raise a forbidden sigil within our realm?
Well, my king, Xhiva began, his tone dripping with condescension, its vital that the commoners understand their place. Any affront to the crown, no matter how small, must be dealt with swiftly and severely. A sly smirk spread across his face as he added, Therefore, at dawn, I propose to lead a detachment of loyal soldiers into town, apprehend both the smith and the petty thief, and deliver the justice they deserve.
King Xerxes tilted his head, his expression unreadable. And what, in your view, does this justice look like?
Xhiva bowed with exaggerated grace, his voice smooth. A public spectacle, my king. They shall dance at the gallows in the town square for all to see. He straightened, his smirk unwavering.
The kings piercing gaze shifted to Xemena. Daughter of mine, do you find this proposal agreeable?
Xemena stiffened, caught off guard by the question. She hesitated, the weight of expectation heavy upon her shoulders. The way the king framed the question left no room for dissent. Bowing her head, she replied, Yes, my king. Her voice was steady, but inside, she prayed she had chosen correctly.
Then I expect results by the end of the day tomorrow, Xerxes declared, his tone final.
Xander could no longer remain silent. He knew he was already in enough trouble, but this was something he couldnt let pass. Carefully collecting his thoughts, he spoke with measured respect. My king, may I humbly ask you to reconsider? The smith provides us with high-quality goods vital to our cause, and the thief is merely a child. He has already learned his lesson.
Xerxess crimson eyes bore into his son. Did I ask for your opinion?
Xander held his ground, his voice steady. You did not, my king.
The kings lips turned into a cold form. Then you may leave your clothes here as well.
Xanders eyes widened in shock, but he quickly masked his expression. Xerxess voice cut through the tension like a blade. Do not test my patience further.
With a deep, resigned breath, Xander nodded. He turned to his siblings. Xhivas grin was wide, his silent laughter evident in his shaking shoulders. Xemena, on the other hand, couldnt meet Xanders gaze. Though she had supported the decision aloud, her trembling form betrayed her inner turmoil.
Xanders anger began to dissipate. Im sorry to have put you in this position, he said softly to his siblings. Please, dont feel bad for me. I still feel honored to serve this court and will proudly wear our colors again when allowed.
He began to undress, folding each article of clothing neatly and placing them on the cold stone floor. The air bit at his skin, but it wasnt the chill that drew gasps from the roomit was his body. Scars crisscrossed his chest, deep and jagged, each one a testament to battles fought and survived. A vicious slash stretched across his torso, and the remnants of spear wounds adorned his sides.
He bowed deeply, his voice calm. Thank you, my king.
Turning, he walked away, his back straight and proud. The murmurs in the room grew louder, and laughter erupted.
The disgrace of Xandria! one voice sneered.
Youre fortunate our king is so merciful, another spat.
Even Xhiva couldnt contain his amusement, his laughter echoing through the hall.
But Xemena did not laugh. Her gaze was fixed on her brothers retreating figure. Though his back was smooth and unmarked, unmarred by the battles that scarred his front, she felt the weight of the burden he carried. And for the first time in years, her heart ached with silent regret.
A pair of Xargian guards trailed Xander into his chambers, their stern presence ensuring he didnt create another spectacleor worse, further embarrassment for the king.
As the heavy door closed behind him, Xander exhaled and moved toward his drawer. He pulled out his nightclothes, the soft fabric a small comfort, and slipped into bed. Im sorry, everyone, he murmured into the silence, his voice barely audible. Seeking solace, he closed his eyes, but the weight of the day pressed heavily on him. Tears burned behind his eyelids, a sensation unfamiliar and raw. It had been years since hed felt the stirrings of grief strong enough to summon tears.
Sleep eluded him. For hours, he stared out of his window, the distant stars mocking him with their indifference. Then, a light knock on the glass startled him. A familiar chirp followed.
Squeaky, Xander whispered, relief softening his voice as he opened the window. The bird fluttered in, perching on his shoulder.
Inside his mind, Niless voice rang out through the link. Sup, bro! Hows it going? Spill the teahow did the meeting go? Were stuck in here, and the guards are killing us with their dont leave the room orders!
Xander scratched Squeaky gently under the beak, the little bird leaning into the touch with obvious delight. A faint smile tugged at Xanders lips. You couldnt have come at a better time, Squeaky, he said warmly.
He began recounting the events of the meeting, leaving no detail untouched. As he spoke, the weight on his chest lifted slightly, his words flowing freely. Most importantly, he said gravely, Vulcan the smith and Linas little brother are in danger. Niles, theyre planning to make an example of them at dawn.
At the end of his account, Xander added, Im under constant surveillance now, so dont send Squeaky back for at least the next full moon. Its too risky.
Turning to Squeaky, he gently placed a royal insignia brooch into the birds talons. I dont have any gold to send, but this should help open some doors for you. Keep it safe.
Squeaky let out a soft, mournful chirp as though reluctant to leave. Xander stroked the bird one last time before lifting it back to the window. Good luck, little one. And good luck, Niles, he whispered.
With a final chirp, Squeaky spread its wings and soared into the night. Xander watched the birds graceful flight, the faint electrical hum of its movement smoothing the air in its wake. For a moment, he felt a flicker of hope. Xander turned back to his bed. This time, sleep came more easily.
Chapter 34: Embers Of Resolve
The weather turned, rain pattering against the windows before escalating into a relentless downpour.
Squeaky returned to Niles, gliding gracefully through the open window and landing on his shoulder. As soon as the bird settled, Xander''s voice echoed in Niles''s mind, like a telepathic warning. The message was grim: by dawn, Prince Xhiva would lead loyal soldiers to apprehend Vulcan, the smith, and Linas little brother, dragging them to the square to face the gallows for their alleged crimes against the crown.
Niles sighed, running a hand through his hair. "All this overtime is killing me," he muttered, already forming a plan. From Squeaky''s talons, he retrieved the royal insignia broocha golden dragon coiled into a striking emblem. It could be worn as a ring, but Niles opted to keep it hidden, tucking it carefully into his pocket after a quick inspection.
Niles gave Squeaky a cheerful scratch under his beak. "Well done, buddy," he said warmly. "Sorry to send you back out in this weather, but Ill make sure you get a proper reward later." He spoke the next message with precision. "Fly to Lina. Tell her her little brother is in danger, and they need to hide or flee. Soldiers will come tomorrow and drag him to the town square to be hanged. And dont forget Vulcanthe smith, he faces the same danger, he''s in the ironworks district at the large forge. He might have a sign with the text Ashsteel outside. If neither of them has a safe place to go, direct them to the adventurers guild and set this up as a quest. Ill cover the costs."
Squeaky chirped in acknowledgment, shaking off droplets of rain before taking flight again. Niles watched as the bird soared into the night, his determined trajectory like a guided missile aimed at the slums. Easy peasy, Niles muttered to himself, feeling an unusual sense of relief. "This couldve been a massive headache. Thank heavens for you, Squeaky." He yawned, stretching lazily. Note to self: stock up on more fish.
Not long after, Squeaky returned, his drenched feathers glistening in the lamplight. Lina''s voice rang in Niles''s mind. Thank you for the warning. Ill alert my brother and Vulcan immediately. The bird fluffed himself up, scattering water everywhere as Niles chuckled and grabbed a spare cloth to dry him off. Good job, he murmured, scratching Squeakys head one last time.
Niles glanced at Felix, who lay nearby, his breathing steady and calm now. With his days work done, Niles sank into bed, his exhaustion pulling him into the mattress. Squeaky hopped onto his chest, curling up in a snug nest against his warmth. The rhythmic sound of rain against the window lulled them both into a peaceful sleep.
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In the heart of the slums, Lina prepared to step out into the night. She shared a cramped, weather-beaten shack with her younger brother. The structure groaned with age, its walls damp and warped, threatening to collapse with each passing storm. Inside, her brother lay curled on a makeshift bed of tightly packed straw spread over the dirt floor. He slept soundly, his small body warmed by the remnants of the hearty meal Lina had brought back from the castle.
She crouched beside him, brushing a stray hair from his face. Let him sleep a little longer, she thought. The warning from Niles would have to wait a little bit. Rising quietly, Lina turned her attention to a cloth bag hanging from a rusty naila gift from Prince Xander as thanks for her service. Her heart fluttered with a mix of gratitude and excitement as she opened it.
Inside was a thick wool tunic, dyed in elegant hues of blue and gray, its fabric untouched by wear. She slipped it on, marveling at its warmth and weight, and spun lightly on her toes, allowing herself a brief moment of joy. Then she reached for a weathered leather hood, pulling it snugly over her head. It was perfectnot only for shielding her from the rain but also for keeping her face hidden from prying eyes.
Not that many will be wandering the streets on a night like this, she mused, glancing out at the relentless downpour. With a final glance at her brother, she stepped into the rain-soaked night, her resolve as sturdy as the fine tunic now clinging to her shoulders.
She walked with purpose, her steps resolute as rain cascaded like molten silver over her garments. The slums were dim, shadows pooling between crooked buildings, but the raucous chatter of a nearby tavern broke through the gloom. A group of men, glasses brimming with ale, took notice of her.
Hey, pretty lady! Give us a smile! one slurred, his voice thick with drink. Lina didnt break stride, her focus unshaken.
Another voice called out, louder and more insistent. Nice dress you got there! You new around here?
Lina moved past them without a glance, her silence like a cold rebuke. It only stoked their ire.
Hey, street wench, wheres your manners? one barked, his wounded pride evident as he took another swig of his drink. A companion leaned in close, his grin sharp and mean. Lets teach her some, he muttered, loud enough to be heard.
The men exchanged nods, a shared understanding passing between them. Chairs scraped against the ground as they stood, their footsteps heavy as they began to follow her, their drunken laughter echoing ominously in the narrow streets.
Lina could hear the low murmurs behind her, growing closer with each step. Risking a glance over her shoulder, she saw three men trailing herunsteady but resolute, their voices hushed in the rain. The dim streets offered little solace; the citys candles were snuffed out, whether by the wind, the downpour, or simple neglect. In a district this poor, who would bother to keep them lit?
She quickened her pace, her steps soft and deliberate, but her body betrayed her. The illness that had been gnawing at her for days was now dragging her down, each breath a desperate gasp through what felt like a straw. She tried to run, only to be wracked by a violent fit of coughing, the sound ripping through the rain. Her lungs burned as her strength faltered. Desperate, her eyes locked onto a torch burning in the city centera flickering beacon far ahead. If she could just reach it...
Before she could take another step, strong hands grabbed her from behind. She was lifted off her feet and hauled into a shadowy alley, the cold air biting into her skin. Mud squelched beneath her as she was thrown to the ground, her breath knocked out of her. Still choking on air, she looked up to see the three men encircling her like predators.
One of them, a broad-shouldered brute, with a deep scar slashed across his face, carving a jagged path over one eye. The injury had left it altered, a stark silver-gray in contrast to the other, which remained sharp and vivid. A haunting reminder of whatever violence had caused it. The man dropped to his knees and pinned her to the ground. His hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off her already ragged breaths. Her wide eyes darted around, panic blooming as tears welled up.
Relax, sweetheart, the man sneered, his voice chillingly calm. Well just take whats ours and be on our way.
Another man furrowed his brow, leaning closer. Wait a minuteI know her. Shes that girl who sells apples in the town square. The apple girl.
Recognition passed between them, and for a brief, foolish moment, Lina thought it might save her. But then the third man, his eyes narrowing cruelly, spat, Shes got no familyjust a little brother. No one will care what happens to her.
Thats even better, the first man said, his tone dropping to something darker. He released her mouth and stood, his gaze flicking over her like she was a thing to be taken. He began to unbutton her tunic, his intentions unmistakable.
Linas trembling hands clawed at the mud as she tried to muster the strength to fight back, but her illness and fear left her paralyzed, her breaths shallow and labored. This cant be happening
A sharp crack split the air as a stick struck the man towering over Lina, catching him hard on the back of the head. Leave my sister alone! Linas little brother voice cried out, shaking with fury. The boy stood gripping the stick with trembling hands, readying for another strike.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.
The man staggered slightly, rubbing the spot where hed been hit. You little he snarled, but his insult was cut short as one of his companions delivered a brutal kick to the boys stomach. The boy was sent sprawling into the mud, gasping for air. Yet he pushed himself up again, clutching the stick like his life depended on it.
Get away from us! he screamed, his voice ringing out into the night like a desperate plea for salvation.
Handle him, the man above Lina barked dismissively, returning his attention to her as if the child were nothing more than a nuisance.
The other two men advanced on the boy. One kicked him again, harder this time, sending him skidding through the mud. He landed awkwardly, motionless for a moment. SOMEONE HELP! His voice cracked with panic, a shriek that echoed into the darkness.
Another kick. This one left him crumpled and still. The man hesitated, his leg mid-swing, and muttered to his companion, Hes not movingwhat if hes dead?
The words struck Lina like a thunderclap. Horror surged through her. LEON! she screamed, her voice raw with terror.
Shut up! The man atop her slapped her hard across the face and snarled, silencing her as he tore at her tunic. His companions exchanged a panicked glance.
We cant stay here. If the boys dead, were in deep trouble, one said, backing away.
Cowards, the man spat. He ripped the tunic free, throwing Lina into the mud. Fine. But Im not leaving empty-handed.
Snatching the stolen garment, he leaned in close to Lina, his voice dripping with venom. If you tell anyone about this, youre dead. Do you hear me? Dead.
He turned and ran after his accomplices, leaving Lina shaking in the mud.
Her body trembling, she began to crawl through the muck toward Leon. Leon, she choked, her voice breaking. Please, please be all right.
As she reached him, she heard his voiceweak, angry, but alive.
I hate this, he muttered, his words laced with bitterness. I hate living like this. I hate being treated like trash. And I hate the way they look at us.
Linas tears fell freely now, mixing with the rain and mud. She nodded silently, sharing his anguish.
But what they did to you, Leon said, his voice trembling with frustration, I hate that most of all.
His fingers curled weakly into fists, his anger giving way to guilt. Im sorry, Lina. If only I were stronger.
She shook her head fiercely, her wet hair clinging to her face. No, she whispered. Im supposed to take care of you. Im sorry Im such a useless big sister.
For a moment, Leon smileda small, fleeting thing as the rain pelted down on them. Lets leave this place, he said, his voice steadier now. Anywhere would be better than here.
Lina nodded, her resolve hardening despite the tears streaming down her face. Yes, she murmured. Lets leave.
After resting briefly, Lina and Leon resumed their walk through the darkened streets of the town. They finally arrived in the ironworks district, guided by Niles''s instructions to look for a sign marked Ashsteel. Outside a forge stood a weathered sign, different from the others, its carvings barely visible in the dim light. However, neither Lina nor Leon could read. They exchanged uncertain glances but decided to take a chance.
They knocked on the reinforced metal dooronce, twice, then again, their persistence unyielding.
A gruff, irritated voice eventually called out, Stop that racket already! Im trying to sleep!
Lina cleared her throat and called out, Excuse me, but are you the one they call Vulcan the smith?
A pause. Then the voice snapped, No.
Her heart sank momentarily, thinking theyd disturbed the wrong forge. But the voice continued, grumbling, They just call me Vulcan. Everyone knows Im a smith. Why bother tacking that onto my name? Its not like adding a fancy title changes anything! People should honor their craft through their work, not their labels. Youre not your jobyoure your name! But if we were being honest about ourselves, sure, you could say Vulcan-who-works-as-a-smith, but
Lina and Leon exchanged a tired glance. They werent in the mood for a lecture.
Lina interrupted firmly, Excuse me, but I have something important to
The voice cut her off with an abrupt, What do you want?
She tried again, Im trying to tell you that but a loud metallic clank cut through her words. A hatchet-like viewing slot on the door opened, revealing a grumpy, bearded man who inspected them with narrowed eyes.
I dont have any money. Get lost, he barked, slamming the hatch shut before she could protest.
Linas patience was fraying, but she forced herself to remain composed. As I was trying to say
Before she could finish, Leon stepped forward, his own frustration bubbling over. If you dont listen to us, Ill scratch your door with a sharp rock! he shouted defiantly.
Silence. Then the hatch slid open again, the man glaring at Leon with mockery. What you do to my door, Ill do to you, he said, his tone as sharp as a blade.
Lina seized the moment. I have a warning from Sir Niles! Please, let us in!
The man sighed heavily, muttering something under his breath. The hatch snapped shut, followed by the sound of multiple locks being unlatched. Moments later, the door creaked open wide.
Well, whatre you waiting for? Vulcan grumbled, gesturing impatiently. Get in.
Inside, the forge was still warm, the air thick with the metallic scent of iron and soot. The stone floor radiated residual heat from the days work, and weapons, tools, and half-finished projects were scattered across the room.
If youre here as prepayment, Im not interested, Vulcan scoffed, crossing his arms.
What do you mean? Lina asked, blinking in confusion.
Catching her innocent expression, Vulcan waved dismissively and changed the subject. What do you want?
Lina began explaining the warning she had received from Niles through Squeaky. As she spoke, Leon wandered around the forge, his eyes wide with curiosity as he took in the array of weapons and tools.
You can look, but dont touch, Vulcan said abruptly, cutting off Lina mid-sentence to bark the warning at Leon before resuming the conversation as though nothing had happened.
When Lina finished relaying the message, Vulcan nodded grimly.
Lina, wanting to ensure he understood the gravity of the situation, pressed him. So now you know. By dawn, soldiers and Prince Xhiva will come here to drag you to the square and hang you. What are you going to do?
Nothing, Vulcan said, his tone flat and resigned, as though the prospect of death was no longer worth resisting.
What?! Linas voice rose, unable to comprehend his apathy.
Vulcan sighed deeply, grabbing a piece of lumber and tossing it into the forge to keep the embers alive just a little longer. Im tired, he muttered. Ive spent years making weapons for the same forces that murdered my wife and took my child. I cant do it anymore.
He tilted his head back, gazing at the ceiling adorned with hanging armor, swords, and spears. A showcase of his craftsmanship, now nothing but a reminder of his pain. Youre young, little bird, he said, addressing Lina with a hollow sort of affection.
Then, as though unraveling an old wound, he began recounting his story. My wife and I fled to Xandria to escape the war. I wanted to stay and fight, but she was pregnant. We thought wed find safety here. And for a while, everything seemed fine. We went to the hospital when it was time for the baby to come.
He paused, lost in the memory. Then they came. Helmets of snarling beaststhe Xargian Guard.
Vulcans voice grew bitter as he continued. Did you know Sir Niles was here just yesterday? Wasting his time checking the skills of every soul he could find. But thats the way of this city. Every child born here has their status checked. If the child possesses a skill deemed valuable, theyre taken. The guards call it training for glory. But really, they steal children to groom them into faceless soldiers.
He gestured toward the forge''s tools as his words darkened. Those beastly helmets? They arent just to terrify enemies. Theyre designed to make it so no parent can ever recognize their own child. To strip away identity.
Vulcan let out a small, melancholic laugh. You should have seen my wife. She had wild gray hair, sharp teeth like a wolfs, and eyes like lightning. She fought them like a demon, refusing to let them take our baby. His smile faltered. But losing him broke her. She withered away, refusing food and drink until her heart gave out. She was like a flower crushed underfoot.
He cast a glance at Lina, his eyes weary but firm. I became a smith again, hoping to work close to the soldiers. To find out who or where my son was. But its been so many years. He might not even be alive anymore.
He sighed, his voice quiet now. Thats why I want this journey to end. To free me from my regrets. I just dont have the strength to keep going.
Lina swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. Finally, she managed, Im sorry for your loss.
Vulcan waved her words away, walking over to a shelf and grabbing a pair of thick, warm blankets. Here, he said, handing them over. Take these. I wont be needing them anymore. Sad theyll just get wet in this miserable weather.
Leon, ever pragmatic, spoke up. If youre going to die anyway, can I take a weapon?
Vulcans sharp eyes locked onto him, and his voice hardened. No gold, no service. Even on the brink of despair, his reputation as a smith mattered.
Lina and Leon thanked him for the blankets and stepped outside. The heavy iron door slammed shut behind them, cutting off any further conversation.
Inside, Vulcan stoked the fire one last time, tossing in extra lumber. Might as well use up this wood for a good nights sleep, he muttered, reflecting on his life and the memories that refused to let him rest.
Outside, the rain poured relentlessly as Leon turned to his sister. Now what? Where do we go?
To the Adventurers Guild, Lina replied without hesitation.
Leons eyes widened. But we dont have any money, and those adventurers are famous for failing at everything they start!
Lina gave a faint smile. This time will be different. Sir Niles promised to cover our costs.
With that, the two siblings began their trek through the dark, rain-soaked streets, heading back toward the slumsand toward whatever awaited them at the Adventurers Guild.
Chapter 35: A Bargain With The Gallows
Niles awoke in a cocoon of warmth and comfort, the kind he hadnt felt since arriving in this strange, chaotic world. Today marked the beginning of his banishment, a judgment that should have left him despairing. Yet, the sunrise was soft, Felix was peacefully recovering in the bed next to his, and Squeaky looked like a tiny puff of serenity. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he wished the hours would stretch into an uneventful, lazy day.
Stretching his arms, Niles recounted the whirlwind of events since his arrival: the duels with the king, the attack during the royal ball, and the frantic search for someone who could save Felix. His life had been a blur of action. Just one boring daywas that too much to ask?
He rose from bed, his movements light to avoid disturbing Squeaky, who opened one eye, surveyed the situation, and promptly closed it again. After dressing, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in!" Niles called.
A breakfast cart rolled into the room, pushed by a servant, and next to it loomed one of the Xargian elite guards: Dragon. Her dragon-maw helmet, its snarling visage frozen in steel, was equal parts magnificent and terrifying.
"How are you feeling?" Dragon asked, her voice steady but not unkind.
Niles grinned. "I give today a solid ten out of tenso yeah, I feel fantastic." He tilted his head. "And thank you, by the way. If you hadnt healed me during the ball well, lets just say I wouldnt be here enjoying this delightful breakfast."
His attention shifted to the food cart. "Oh, speaking of whichcould we get some fish? Squeakys got a refined palate." He gestured at the bird, which let out a sleepy chirp.
The kitchen staff member nodded with a smile. "Of course, Sir Niles. One moment."
Sir Niles, he mused, savoring the sound. It has a nice ring to it.
Dragon chuckled, her voice losing some of its edge. Youve earned it. You were the talk of the strategy meeting yesterday. Turns out, you played a big part in saving a lot of lives.
Niles blinked, his smile faltering into something softer. Thats the kindest thing anyones said to me since I got here.
Dragon laughed heartily. Were not all that bad. She crossed her arms, leaning slightly against the doorframe. Xemena tasked me with handling your banishment preparations. So where do you wish to go?
Niles didnt hesitate. Monster Island!
Dragon tilted her head, gauging his seriousness. And what exactly have you heard about Monster Island?
Unclaimed by any nation, bursting with resources, he replied with sparkling eyes. Its the perfect place for me to start my own kingdom!
Dragon smirked behind her helmet. Xemena said youd pick that. She straightened up. Very well. Ill prepare a ship at the docks. As a token of gratitude, youre welcome to keep the clothes you received yesterday.
Thank you! Niles beamed, his joy as infectious as ever.
Dragon continued, her tone professional. Well also help transport Felix to the ship. We figured hed want to join your partysince hes banished as well. Winstons already packed and waiting just outside the castle moat. But before we go She stepped aside, cracking the door open wider.
Standing in the hall, elegant and composed in their Xandrian uniforms, were Roy and Gustavus.
Were here to say goodbye to Squeaky, Roy announced, his gaze flicking between Niles and the little bird perched nearby.
We really bonded yesterday during the card game, Gustavus added, mimicking Roys tone and stance, though his grin gave away the tease beneath his words.
A brief silence followed, with Dragon quietly observing the scene, unsure what to make of it. Then, as if on cue, the three Earthlings burst into laughter and pulled each other into a boisterous group hug.
Man, these past few days have been intense, Roy said, shaking his head with a grin.
Gustavus shrugged. I thought we were toast so many times.
Roy nodded, his smile widening. But somehow, we made it through.
Gustavus smirked, nudging Niles. Yeah, we survived all the crises Niles caused by teaming up with Niles and then watching him take the credit.
Roy blinked, realization dawning. Now that you mention it, our lives mightve been a lot simpler if Niles had just kept quiet the whole time.
Without a doubt, Gustavus said, his tone flat but his expression mischievous. The two exchanged a look, their exaggerated despair making it clear their complaints were more camaraderie than criticism.
Hey! Niles protested, crossing his arms. I thought this was supposed to be a heartfelt goodbye!
Roy and Gustavus smirked. Take care, Niles. Until we meet again, Roy said with a sly grin.
Gustavus gave a curt nod. And send Squeaky once in a while to check in on us.
The trio clasped hands in a firm handshake, their bond unspoken but undeniable. After a final round of goodbyes, Roy and Gustavus turned and walked away, their laughter trailing behind them.
The kitchen staff returned moments later with a small dish of fish, which Squeaky devoured with delighted chirps. As Niles busied himself gathering his belongings, Dragon watched with quiet curiosity.
That seemed like a deep friendship, she remarked. How long have you known each other?
Niles paused, as if calculating the weight of his response. About four days, he said with a sheepish grin. Theyre my planet buddies!
Dragon tilted her helmet slightly. Four days?
Niles smiled wistfully, his eyes distant. Back home, we have something called brotherhood. Maybe it exists here too. The idea is that all wars are civil because, deep down, all men are brothers. If you ask for help, theres a good chance someone will step up.
Dragon tilted her head further. That doesnt make any sense.
It means were idiots together, Niles clarified with a chuckle.
Dragon let out a laugh, her amusement audible even through her helmet. That explains it.
With his belongings secured, Niles turned to her. Okay, Im ready. Lets move out.
Dragon clapped her hands, summoning two Xargian guards who entered with a stretcher bearing Felix. Well prepare a new bed for him on the ship, she explained.
Niles gave an approving nod. Now this is high-quality service!
Dragon chuckled softly. We aim to please.
As the group exited the inner sanctum of the castle and entered the sprawling courtyard, they found Winston waiting to join them. High above, Princess Xemena stood by a tower window, her sharp gaze fixed on the peculiar party below.
So hes leaving with she began, counting aloud, one incapacitated soldier, one court assistant and a bird? Her lips curved into a smirk. And if he hasnt changed his mind, hes planning to sail for Monster Island? Foolish.
She turned her head to address the lounging figure behind her. Almost as foolish as you, dear brother.
Prince Xander lay sprawled on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his expression one of practiced indifference. Why are you even here? To mock me?
Xemena chuckled, folding her arms. You seem perfectly capable of doing that yourself, brother. Besides, I was worried Father had finally run out of creative punishmentsbut your sentence to walk naked back to your chambers? That was new.
Xander waved her words away with a dismissive flick of his hand. Dont get used to it.
Xemena shuddered theatrically. The mere thought makes my stomach churn.
Xander exhaled deeply, the sting of last nights humiliation still fresh in his mind. Arent you supposed to be in the city center, keeping Xhiva company?
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He sat up, understanding the weight behind her words. Arent you going to say goodbye to Niles?
Xemena scoffed. Every time I speak to that man, I lose a few brain cells. No, thank you. She paused, her smirk returning. In fact, that might explain why you made such a fool of yourself yesterday. You spent too much time with him. Maybe his skill is radiating idiocy.
Xander chuckled, shaking his head. If thats the case, I can only hope its not permanent.
Xemena smiled faintly, but Xanders expression turned grim. Still, I dont think sending him away is the wisest choice. The future is uncertain. The more allies we haveeven unconventional onesthe better.
Such grand words, future king, Xemena teased, referring to the argument hed had with Xerxes the night before.
Xander stood, his tone calm but firm. I carry no ambition for the crown. If anything, I think you should take itso long as it doesnt go to Xhiva.
Her curiosity piqued, she raised an eyebrow. Why not Xhiva?
Xander sighed, choosing his words carefully. A man who pursues good through evil means bears the consequences of that evil, but the harm he inflicts falls on others, not himself. The crown would magnify that flaw.
He wandered over to the window, gazing at the distant horizon where the public hanging would soon take place, though it was too far to see. This event is a mistake. Its cruelty disguised as justice, a spectacle to curry favor with Father. If Xhiva miscalculates, hell find himself without allies.
Xanders gaze drifted to the courtyard below, where the morning light bathed the castle grounds. His tone shifted, almost wistful. Its a beautiful day, though. A shame Im locked in here.
Xemena shrugged, her expression equal parts irritation and amusement. You still speak in riddles, brother, she said, though her voice softened. After a pause, she added, But I dont mind listening to them, every now and then.
Xander smiled faintly, the unspoken bond between them momentarily easing the tension.
Xemenas smile lingered, a subtle curve at the edge of her lips. Youre the only one bold enough to speak ill of our little brother, she mused.
Xander shrugged lazily. Perhaps.
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That prince Xhiva can go and screw himself! Niles bellowed, his voice echoing across the bustling city square. Laborers were busily assembled the wooden gallows, their hammers echoing through the air as the grim structure took shape.
Dragon, walking beside him with her imposing dragon-maw helmet gleaming in the sunlight, stiffened slightly. She cast a careful glance around before responding, her tone measured. Sir Niles, perhaps it would be wise to, ah, tone it down a little.
Tone it down?! Niles turned to her with indignation, his arms flailing in exaggerated protest. Hes planning to HANG old man Vulcan just because he dared to display a sign with his heritage name! Can you believe this madness?
Dragon hesitated, clearly caught between her loyalty to the royal family and her burgeoning patience for Niles. Well, you see, the laws of our nation
I EVEN SAID EASY PEASY! Niles interrupted, his frustration boiling over.
Dragon tilted her head, utterly baffled by the non sequitur. I I dont understand what that means, she admitted with a sigh. Collecting herself, she attempted a firmer stance. Look, I understand youre upset, but lets not make a scene. For everyones sake, Ill pretend I didnt hear this, and well get you to your ship at the port. Alright?
Niles paused, staring at her. Youre a good person, Dragon, he declared with sincerity. Then, abruptly, he swung his finger around to point at one of the guards carrying Felixs stretcher. Unlike that guy!
The guard in question, Wolf, froze mid-step. Beneath his snarling wolf helmet, the tension was palpable. His shoulders tightened, his hand twitching as though longing to grab his sword.
Niles crossed his arms dramatically. Did you know he punched me the moment I arrived here? And thenthen he threatened to cut me down with his sword! The worst first impression Ive ever experienced!
The second guard, stationed on the opposite side of Felixs stretcher, spoke up. His voice carried a dry, casual humor, muffled slightly by the intimidating elephant-maw helmet. If its any comfort, Sir Niles, Wolf doesnt make good first impressions. With or without his helmet.
For a moment, there was silence. Then Niles burst into laughter, pointing at Wolf like a gleeful child. See? Even your own teammate agrees!
The elephant-helmed guard joined in, his chuckles deep and unrestrained. Their camaraderie spread like wildfire, with Dragon letting out an involuntary snort of laughter. She quickly brought a hand to her helmet to stifle the sound, but it was too late.
Wolf spun toward her, his tone desperate and wounded. Captain!
Dragon waved him off, barely containing herself. Lets keep moving, she ordered, though her voice wavered with amusement.
Wolf let out a low, aggrieved growl, his steps heavier with frustration as the group continued toward the port.
Winston, trailing a few paces behind, kept his distance from the lively banter. He glanced at the horizon, his thoughts heavy. The weight of banishment pressed down on him like a physical burden. Hed spent his entire life in the capitalevery corner of Xandria was familiar, every street a piece of his identity. Now, like a weed, he was being uprooted.
At least he wasnt alone. Felix, though still unconscious on the stretcher, offered a potential kindred spirit. Another man who had served Xandria, who might share stories of the city, its people, its memories.
Winston exhaled, trying to focus on that sliver of comfort. It wasnt much, but it would have to be enough.
The group weaved through the bustling city streets until they reached the port, where the vibrant hum of daily life thrived. Fishermen hauled their morning catch onto the docks, while merchants bartered over crates of goods, their voices blending into a lively cacophony. Among the clutter of boats rocking gently on the tide stood a medium-sized vessel, its sturdy wooden hull weathered but well-maintained. It looked built to accommodate a dozen passengers, its white sails unfurled and fluttering in the breeze. At its mast, a triangular flag striped in red and white snapped proudly in the wind.
Weve arrived, Dragon declared, her voice cutting through the port''s commotion.
An old man limped forward to meet them, his white beard tangled like seaweed and his face weathered with years of salt and sun. One leg ended in a wooden stilt, and his expression was as fierce and untamed as a bull shark. Dragon bowed slightly in respect before introducing the party.
This group has been banished and seeks passage to Monster Island, she said, her tone formal.
The old man grunted, rubbing his nose absentmindedly. Thats a long and dangerous trip, he muttered.
Dragon produced a pouch from her belt, its weight announced by the jingle of coins. With a precise flick, she tossed it over the gap between dock and deck. The old man snatched it midair, opened it, and gave a brief nod after inspecting the contents.
Welcome to The Flying Turnip, he said curtly.
The Xargian guards, Wolf and Elephant, hefted Felixs stretcher onto the ship. Meanwhile, Dragon turned to Niles.
The bed will arrive shortly, she said, her tone matter-of-fact. Transporting it is taking a bit longer. Now that youve seen where your ship is, youre free to remain in the city until sunset, but be gone by then.
Winstons face went pale, his voice barely a whisper. Did she just say were going to Monster Island?! He blinked rapidly, as if willing the absurdity of the situation to vanish like a bad dream.
Dragon ignored him and offered a curt nod. I wish you a safe journey, she said.
Niles, ever opportunistic, grinned. You could always come with us, he quipped, his tone equal parts hopeful and mischievous.
Dragon crossed her arms, her posture firm, her voice warm. Somehow, I dont think the king would be thrilled with that idea.
Wolf and Elephant returned from the ship, their task completed.
Were finished, Elephant said simply.
Dragon nodded and turned on her heel. Safe travels, she said over her shoulder. And try not to cause any more chaos before you leave.
With that, the guards strode back toward the city, their presence retreating like a shadow fading in the afternoon sun.
Should we stir up some chaos before we leave? Niles smirked, tossing the question directly at Winston.
SIR NILES! Winstons panicked reply came instantly, his voice sharp with the urgency of someone desperate to avoid more trouble.
I was just joking! Niles held up his hands defensively, then muttered under his breath, Joking-ish.
Winston caught the word and narrowed his eyes. The sooner we leave, the better, he grumbled, looking faint at the mere thought of further mischief.
The two of them stowed their belongings in one of the ships cramped rooms, setting them beside Felix, who remained unconscious on his stretcher. The ships captain, who had already inspected the pouch of coins, tested its authenticity by biting one of the gold pieces.
Well be back soon, Niles called to him from the deck. Be ready to set sail as soon as we return.
The old captain gave a dismissive wave. Aye, aye. Ill watch over your friend while youre gone.
As they stepped off the ship, Winston turned to Niles. So where are we going?
Niles strode ahead without missing a beat. First, the adventurers guild. Then, of course, to meet your parents.
Winston froze mid-step, his expression a mix of suspicion and dread. The adventurers guild?
I made some friends there yesterday, Niles replied casually. Im going to say goodbye.
Winston didnt look convinced but decided not to press further. If you say so, Sir Niles.
At the Adventurers Guild
The interior of the guild was dimly lit, with a few candles struggling against the gloom. The scent of stale alcohol hung thick in the air, embedded in the wood of the battered furniture.
Im back! Niles announced, throwing his arms wide. Thanks for all your help yesterday. We managed to save our friend!
The small crowdalmost identical to the one from the day beforecheered. Among them, the burly man with calloused hands and a knack for crafting delicate floral bouquets beamed with pride.
Did my flowers save a life? he rumbled hopefully, his eyes glittering.
Niles grinned, stretching the truth just enough. Well, kind of! But lets get to business.
He approached the bald woman behind the bar, her eyepatch gleaming in the faint light. She was methodically cleaning a glass, her demeanor sharp and unflinching.
Leaning in, Niles lowered his voice. Did you hear? Theyre setting up gallows in the city center to hang Vulcan, the smith.
She leaned closer, her voice a measured whisper. I heard. They apprehended him this morning at his forge.
Niless brow furrowed. Did they catch anyone else?
The woman shook her head. No. Xhiva and his men stormed this district looking for Linas little brother, but they didnt find himor her.
Niles exhaled in relief. Thank the gods they got away.
How did they manage to catch Vulcan? he asked cautiously.
She set down the glass she was cleaning and fixed him with a steady gaze. He wanted to be caught.
What? Why?
She sighed, her voice tinged with sadness. Years ago, his child was taken by the Xargian Guardrecruited as an infant. Then, after his wife passed he just didnt have any fight left in him. I suppose he thinks the world would be better off without him.
Niles frowned, recalling the tension between Vulcan and Xander the day before. That explains his reaction to Xander yesterday, he muttered to himself.
Straightening, he got to the point. I want to post a quest, he said firmly.
The woman raised an eyebrow.
I want to save Vulcan from the gallows, Niles clarified. Hide him and bring him to the ship The Flying Turnip. My partyWinston, Felix, and Iwill be departing soon.
Her expression darkened. That smith doesnt want to be saved, she said bluntly. And a quest like this? Itd put my entire guild at risk. That doesnt come cheap.
Niles reached into his pocket, pulling out the royal brooch gifted to him by Squeaky, courtesy of Xander. He held it out to her.
Take this, he said.
Her one good eye widened as she inspected the emblem. If this is real its worth a fortune.
Niles nodded. If Vulcan truly doesnt want to live, so be it. But before he makes that decision, tell him this: If he pledges his allegiance to me and joins my party, Ill tell him everything I know about his missing child.
The womans gaze lingered on the brooch before shifting back to Niles. Her lips pressed into a thin line, weighing the gravity of his words. Finally, she nodded.
Ill see what I can do, she said.
Chapter 36: Sheepish Encounter (pun intended)
My name is Polydora, the bald woman said as she returned the brooch to Niles. But most people just call me Polly.
Niles extended his hand with a grin. Nice to finally make your acquaintance! Then, without skipping a beat, he added, So, what happens now?
Polly adjusted the hood she had begun to pull over her smooth head. Ill try to establish contact with Vulcan. Even though hes imprisoned, there might be a way. When the sun reaches its peak, lets regroup here to decide how, or if, well proceed. You can hold onto the brooch in the meantime.
Sounds good! Niles said, nodding.
Pollys gaze shifted to the bird perched on Niless shoulder. I have to askwhats the deal with that bird?
Niless grin widened. Squeaky? Hes my familiar. Wanna say hello?
She leaned closer, cautiously reaching out her hand. Squeaky puffed up his feathers, clearly ready for some attention. Polly gently scratched the top of his head. Hi, Squeaky. Im Polly, she said warmly.
Squeaky, being a bird and not a conversationalist in human tongues, responded with a cheerful chirp.
Polly straightened, pulling her hood fully into place. Well then, Im off, she said, and without further ceremony, she left the adventurers guild, heading toward the city.
Once she was gone, Niles turned his attention to Squeaky. Hey, buddy, he began, when we head outside, I need you to fly up high and keep watch. I want to make sure no ones following us.
Squeaky tilted his head, listening intently.
If someones tailing me, Niles continued, I want you to land on my left shoulder. If both me and Winston are being followed, land on my head. If no ones following us, land on my right shoulder. Think you can handle that?
Squeaky spread his wings in what looked like a proud salute, chirping enthusiastically to accept the mission.
Winston, observing the entire exchange, said nothing. Instead, he waited patiently for Niles to decide their next move.
All right, Winston, Niles said at last, brushing his hands together as if sealing the plan. Lets go meet your parents. Lead the way!
As Niles and Winston stepped out of the adventurers guild, Squeaky took to the skies, circling high above them, ever watchful. Winston inhaled deeply, the weight of unspoken concerns heavy on his chest. Sir Niles, he began hesitantly, why the Monster Island? That place is crawling with monsters. Sure, its said to be rich in resources and treasures, but its unbelievably dangerous. No human has ever managed to establish a settlement there. His voice wavered slightly, betraying his unease. Perhaps we should consider somewhere else?
They strolled through the city at an unhurried pace. Niles turned to meet Winstons worried gaze and replied with a slight grin, Everything is impossible until someone does it. His expression held a spark of excitement, a hint of something hidden, but the glint in his eyes only deepened Winstons apprehension.
Please, Winston murmured, almost like a plea for reassurance.
Niless smile widened as he glanced upward at Squeaky, gliding effortlessly through the clouds. I have a plan, he said confidently. Ill explain more once were out on the open sea. He locked eyes with Winston and asked, Can you trust me on this?
Winston studied him for a moment, his intuition screaming that there was more to Niless words than he let on. No, he admitted bluntly, then sighed heavily. But can you at least promise me well survive?
Niles raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. Of course not! We might not even survive the walk to your parents. For all we know, we could slip on a fruit peel and meet our end right here.
Winston frowned, unamused by the flippant reply. I guess, he muttered, though his doubt remained.
But Im sure well manage, Niles added, a touch more sincerity in his tone. Somehow. He punctuated the statement with a playful chuckle before deftly steering the conversation elsewhere. So, what was it like growing up here?
Winston hesitated, but the change in topic seemed to ease his tension. He began recounting stories of his childhood, weaving vivid tales about the citys nooks and crannies as they passed them. Niles listened attentively, asking thoughtful follow-up questions that encouraged Winston to open up further.
For Winston, a former court assistant who had always been more accustomed to following orders than sharing his own experiences, the exchange was novel and oddly liberating. To an outsider, Niless approach might have looked like a clever tactic to shift focus, the kind of thing his old planet-bound friends might call a dirty sales trick. But Niles wasnt manipulating the conversationhe was genuinely interested. And as Winston spoke, the city around them became more than just a backdrop; it transformed into a living map of his memories.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.
Were here, Winston announced, his voice tinged with nerves. They stood before a modest, round house nestled in a quieter district far from the citys bustling center. Its thatched roof sagged slightly, giving it a rustic charm. I havent seen them in a while, he added, his tone adopting a formal stiffness.
Niles stayed silent, sensing Winston needed a moment to compose himself. As Winston raised his hand to knock on the wooden door, it suddenly burst open, and a gruff voice boomed, Out with you!
A middle-aged man appeared in the doorway, his face lined with years of toil. He continued shouting, Youre just a sheep! Sleep outside like the rest of your kind!
Winston straightened, his formal demeanor crumbling. Father! he bellowed. Thats no way to speak to your wife!
His father shot him a bewildered look. Shes been eating my bed!
What? Winstons brow furrowed in confusion. Is Mother that hungry?
Before Winston could unravel the situation, his father emerged from the house, dragging a rope-bound sheep behind him. He tied the animal to a post outside and turned to face his son. Winston, my boy, the old man said, shaking his head in mock disappointment, I know you dont visit often, but to think you cant tell your own mother apart from a sheepwhat kind of son have I raised?
Winston blinked, speechless as absurdity piled on absurdity. His mother appeared next, stepping out with an air of authority. She was a well-fed woman with curly brown hair and a kitchen-worn dress. Her sharp eyes fixed on Winston. Winston, she said, her tone half-scolding, do you really think Im a sheep? And that I eat beds?!
Before he could stammer out a reply, she continued, I thought we raised you better than this! But no, the castle has clearly turned you into a fool!
His father chimed in, draping a reassuring arm around his wife. Aye, my love. The high lifes changed him.
Winston opened his mouth to defend himself, but the words jumbled in his throat. Finally, he muttered, Mom Dad
The two burst into laughter and pulled him into a tight embrace. Welcome home, son, his father said warmly.
His mother, always speaking the language of food, added, Ill make us lunch. Theres fresh bread cooling on the counter.
Winston smiled softly. Its good to be home. Turning toward Niles, he introduced his companion. By the way, this is Sir Niles, one of Xandrias summoned champions.
Niles stepped forward, beaming. Hello, everyone. Its a pleasure to meet you. And I mean that sincerely because compliments dont come sheep, he quipped with a sly grin.
An awkward silence followed. Winstons parents exchanged blank stares while Winston glanced at Niles, visibly concerned.
Undeterred, Niles doubled down. I hope you didnt find that joke too baaaaad! he added, mimicking a sheeps bleat.
Winstons father raised an eyebrow and turned to his son. Is he the one they banished?
Oy Niles exclaimed, feigning indignation.
Yes, Winston admitted with a resigned nod.
The old man crossed his arms, nodding thoughtfully. I see why.
OY! Niles protested, this time louder and with exaggerated injury.
With a chuckle, Winstons father jerked his head toward the house. Well, come inside. Both of you.
Winston strode in confidently, while Niles trudged after him, shoulders slumped in mock defeat.
The houses single room was cozy, if humble. The dirt floor was softened with rushes, and simple straw-stuffed mattresses lined the walls. In the center of the room, an iron kettle hung over an open fire, filling the air with the comforting aroma of home cooking. Winstons mother busied herself with the meal, stirring the contents of the kettle with practiced ease.
So, whats new? Winstons father asked directly, wasting no time as they all sat down around a worn wooden table. The chairs creaked under them, their well-used surfaces polished smooth by years of life.
Ive joined Niless party, Winston began, his voice steady but measured. He hesitated, lowering his tone as though the weight of his next words might crack the air. Were going on a long journey and I dont think Ill be able to come back.
His mother, busy stirring an iron pot over the open fire, slowed her movements. The rhythm of her spoon faltered as her attention shifted entirely to her sons words.
His father, with his thick arms crossed over his chest, raised a skeptical eyebrow. And why is that? he asked, his voice gruff but steady.
Winston drew in a breath. Ive been banished by King Xerxess decree.
The spoon slipped from his mothers hand, dropping into the pot with a soft splash and disappearing beneath the stew. She froze, staring at the bubbling surface as if willing time to rewind.
Winston, seeking a distraction from the silence, pulled a leather pouch from inside his robe and set it down on the table with a soft thud. Here. Take thisits all the money Ive earned.
His father didnt even glance at it. Dont need it, he said, his tone brusque and unyielding.
But Winston began, only for his father to cut him off with a look that was sharp and final.
We dont want it, his father repeated.
Winston pressed on, desperation creeping into his voice as he gestured around the modest room. With this, you could buy new furniture, better cooking utensils, more foodmaybe even more cattle! His arms waved wildly as if painting a vision of prosperity with each gesture.
His father exhaled deeply, closing his eyes as though drawing on an inner well of patience. Why should we buy things we dont need? he said calmly. Opening his eyes, he fixed his son with a steady gaze. As long as we have health in our minds and wealth in our hearts, thats enough for us.
Winston faltered, trying to wrap his head around the sentiment. I Im sorry, Father. I dont quite understand. Please, tell mehow can I ever repay you and Mother for everything youve done for me?
A small, serene smile spread across his fathers weathered face. You can repay us by living your life without regret.
That was all it took for Winstons mother to break. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she crossed the room in a few quick steps, wrapping her arms around him tightly. My boy, my dear boy, she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. We love you so much. As long as youre safe and happy, thats all we could ever ask for.
Winston hugged her back, tears slipping silently down his own cheeks.
As the moment softened, his father cleared his throat, breaking the silence. And just how did you manage to get yourself banished?
Winston sniffled, his eyes shifting toward Niles.
Niles stiffened, his stomach knotting. Oh no he muttered under his breath, the realization dawning on him like a storm cloud overhead. He knew, without a doubt, that Winstons exile was entirely his fault.
Chapter 37: "Prepayment"
Winston began recounting how his life had flipped upside down the moment Niles and the other summoned champions from Earth arrived in their world.
At first, his parents sat wide-eyed, their expressions lighting up like they were hearing the adventure of a lifetime. Their faces brimmed with the excitement of imagined battles and intrigue.
But as Winston went on, the thrill slowly faded. His parents expressions shifted from amazement to muted skepticism. By the time Winston got to the part about challenging the king to a dueland losingtheir faces carried a mixture of disbelief and disapproval. Occasionally, their judgmental glances fell on Niles, who sat stiff and awkward, his back ramrod straight, as though he could shrink into the chair and escape their scrutiny. He felt the weight of their disappointment like a stone pressing on his chest.
Winston wrapped up his account with a note of exasperation, explaining how Niles had thrown him under the bus when the kings decree of banishment came down. Despite the chaos, Winston added that it was Niless unconventional thinking that had tipped him off about the dangers lurking at the ball the previous nightdangers that they had ultimately averted. Still, the kings punishment had remained unchanged.
Winstons father let out a long breath, looking first at his son, then at Niles, and finally at his wife. I dont know what to feel, he said plainly. Proud or disappointed. He paused, then added with a touch of bitterness, But perhaps the crown is to blame for all this.
Turning his sharp gaze to Niles, who was now doing his best impression of someone trying to disappear, he continued. Its not like you were asked or welcomed properly into this world. I dont know much about your world, but I suspect its quite different from ours. He narrowed his eyes. But because of you, my son has been banished. Hes our only child. We worked hardharder than you can imagineto give him the chance to serve at court.
Niles felt his insides twist. Every instinct screamed at him to escape. Im sorry, he said, standing abruptly. His voice was low, regretful. I was selfish. I acted without thinking of others. I I should go. He rose slowly from his chair.
Where do you think youre going? Winstons father said sharply, his gaze hard as iron.
Winstons mother stepped forward, setting the steaming kettle of stew on the table. She began placing wooden plates in front of them. Sit down, Winstons father commanded.
But Niles stammered, I dont think Im worthy to
We made enough food for you, too, Winstons father interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. Sit.
Reluctantly, Niles sank back into his chair, unsure what to expect. Winstons mother took her seat, her voice soft yet warm. When we invite someone to share our table while we cook, its our way of welcoming them into our life. She placed a worn, mismatched fork and knife in front of Niles. Her kindness washed over him like a tide, stinging his eyes. Im sorry, she added, looking at both Winston and Niles. Our kitchenware isnt as grand as what youre used to at the castle.
Her husband scoffed, his tone light for the first time. You dont need a silver fork to enjoy good food. He relaxed in his chair, a faint smile tugging at his lips. But here it isthe finest stew in all of Xandria.
He turned to Winston, his expression softening further. Good luck, son. Your mother and I will be rooting for you.
Winston smiled, gratitude shining in his eyes. Thank you, Father.
And, his father added, locking eyes with his son, keep an eye on this idiot. Hell need all the help he can get.
Winston smirked, nodding. I agreewith everything, especially the last part.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!
Oy! Niles exclaimed, but before he could protest further, the room burst into laughter.
They settled into their meal, the stew rich and hearty, and for a time, they shared stories and laughter that eased the tension, leaving a warmth that lingered long after.
**********
Polly, the local leader of the adventurers guild, moved through the bustling streets, her eyes sharp as she searched for any sign of Vulcan, the blacksmith sentenced to death by hanging. She finally found him in the most ironic of placesthe city square, where his execution was to take place.
Youre building it wrong! boomed a gruff, exasperated male voice. The floorboards are unevenyou need to measure them properly! And those nails are too long; theyre sticking through the wood and could tear clothes or skin. Honestly, it needs more stabilization to support my weight. And that rope? Too many cut strands, it needs to be replaced!
Polly followed the voice to its source and saw Vulcan, restrained in a crude wooden framework with his head and hands locked in separate holes. He couldnt move, couldnt turn, and yet he still found a way to critique the gallows the castle carpenters were assembling for his execution.
Would you just shut up? one of the carpenters snapped, visibly annoyed.
Not until you fix this shoddy excuse for craftsmanship! Vulcan retorted, undeterred. If youd positioned me the other way, I wouldnt have to watch this disgrace to woodworking. Youre embarrassing yourselvesand me, by association!
He muttered something about how this public humiliation was made worse by the gallows subpar quality. His rant drew laughter from onlookers and even a few groans of frustration from the carpenters, who adjusted their hammering, now visibly more careful to avoid the issues Vulcan had pointed out.
Nearby, a group of children hurled whatever they could findrotten fruit, pebbles, scraps of trashat the imprisoned smith. Vulcan ignored them, his focus entirely on berating the workers.
Polly seized her moment. Moving swiftly and quietly, she approached Vulcan and leaned in close. Do you want to be saved? she whispered.
Vulcans tirade paused. Though surprised, he whispered back, his voice low. No. Now leave me beI have to make sure these fools dont turn this into a sandbox. He tilted his head toward the carpenters. Amateurs! he shouted again.
Polly didnt flinch at his bluster and continued, her tone calm but insistent. My client wishes to propose an offer to you.
Vulcan shook his head, irritation flickering across his face. Why does no one ever listen to me? Im not interested.
Polly nodded curtly. I understand. Farewell, then. She stood, turned to leave, but added over her shoulder, Its about your child.
Vulcan froze. Youre lying, he growled, though his voice was barely audible. My child is gonetaken by the same people about to hang me.
Pollys expression remained neutral. Fair enough, she said softly. Then I wish you peace in the next life. She began walking away.
Wait. Vulcans voice was a low rumble, just loud enough for her to hear. She turned back.
Whos your client? he asked, suspicion lacing his words.
I dont reveal my clients identities, Polly replied.
Vulcan exhaled heavily. Fine. Lets hear this proposition.
Polly knelt beside him again. If you pledge your loyalty and join my clients party, theyll tell you everything they know about your missing child. But She glanced around the square, noting the guards patrolling the area. Theres no guarantee well even be able to save you from this situation. The odds arent exactly in our favor.
Vulcan studied her closely, his sharp eyes trying to pierce through the veil of her hood and secrecy. I dont believe you, he said finally. Only the royal family or the elite know anything about my child. And if they wanted to save me, theyd call off this farce of an execution.
Polly sighed. Youre a stubborn old man.
And youre dodging my questions, Vulcan shot back. If Im to make a decision, I need to know more.
Polly stood, her voice steady. Think of this as a prepayment. She deliberately emphasized the last word.
Vulcans eyes widened. That wordit was rare, almost absurd, yet familiar. He had only ever heard one person use it: the summoned champion, Niles, who had quarreled with him just yesterday. If the client was Niles, a man who seemed to be a comrade of Xander, the first prince of Xandria, it could mean he truly knew something about his lost child. The thought sent Vulcans mind racing, igniting a faint but persistent hope that refused to die despite all he had endured.
I accept, he whispered, bowing his head slightly.
Polly nodded. Well get to work, then. And sorry about this, she added, pulling a rotten vegetable from her satchel.
What are you Vulcans words were cut off as she smashed the putrid vegetable into his face.
Polly stepped back, a smirk playing on her lips as the onlookers laughed and jeered at the scene. She walked away, disappearing into the crowd, leaving Vulcan with only one thought: If theres even the slightest chance, Ill take it. For my child.
Chapter 38: A Toilet Break to Remember
Niles and Winston stepped outside Winstons parents'' house, the door creaking shut behind them. Winston had bid his heartfelt farewells, and Niles had miraculously left with his dignity intactthanks largely to the kindness and graciousness of Winstons parents.
As they strolled into the fresh air, Niles opened his mouth to speak but was promptly interrupted by a familiar flutter. Squeaky landed squarely on his head, chirping urgently. The little birds posture and restless movements signaled that something was amiss.
Niles let out a weary sigh, already suspecting the worst. Of course, they wouldnt make it easy for two banished men to linger longer than ordered, he muttered, casting a resigned glance at Winston. His voice dropped to a whisper. We are being followed.
Squeaky chirped in acknowledgement.
Just one person? Niles asked, raising an eyebrow.
The bird shook its feathers.
Two? he pressed.
This time, Squeaky chirped in confirmation.
Niless brow furrowed as he worked through the possibilities. Is it the Xargian guards, Wolf and Elephant?
A sharp chirp from Squeaky affirmed his suspicion.
Niles sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. Winston, who had been listening closely, finally spoke up. What now, Sir Niles? Weve still got much to do. His tone was measured, but the underlying urgency was clear. They needed to rendezvous with Polly from the adventurers guild and devise a plan to save Vulcan.
Niles considered their predicament for a moment before a sly grin crept across his face. Leaning closer to Winston, he spoke in a low voice. We might be able to use this to our advantage.
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From across the street, tucked in the shadows of a narrow alley, the two Xargian guardsadorned in their fearsome snarling helmets, one shaped like a wolf and the other like an elephantkept a watchful eye on their targets.
Wolf shifted uncomfortably, his irritation evident in his voice. I cant believe were stuck on babysitting duty. Watching these two simpletons is a waste of time. He scowled beneath his helmet. Theyre not dumb enough to try anything. Its not like theyd risk staying here longer than theyre allowed.
Elephant leaned against the wall, his massive frame exuding patience. Orders are orders. This came straight from the commander, who serves
directly under the king. Yeah, yeah, I know, Wolf interrupted with a dismissive wave. Then his posture stiffened. Wait a secondtheyre up to something.
Elephant straightened, following his companions gaze. Across the street, Niles and Winston stood back-to-back, their stances tense, like duelists preparing for a standoff.
Without warning, Niles bolted back inside Winstons parents house, while Winston took off in the opposite direction, darting into the bustling streets of the city.
Theyre making a move! Wolf barked.
Elephant wasted no time. Ill follow the court assistant. You stay on Sir Niles!
With that, the chase was on.
**********
Niles rushed back into Winstons house, startling his parents, who had barely begun to settle after their goodbyes. Quick, touch the bird! he called out urgently, thrusting Squeaky forward. The little bird stretched out a wing, waiting expectantly.
Winstons father crossed his arms, giving Niles a skeptical look. If this is some kind of bird joke, it just flew right over my head.
Niles blinked, processing the remark. Did did you just make a pun?
The older mans lips curled into a slow grin. No, that would be ill eagle.
Winstons mother burst into laughter, unable to hold it in, and soon her husband joined her. Niles, caught in their infectious humor, laughed too. I thought you didnt like jokes! he managed between chuckles.
The old man wiped his eyes. It took all my strength not to crack during your sheep puns. That was glorious! Even Squeaky joined in, emitting a series of chirps that sounded suspiciously like laughter.
Eventually, the laughter subsided, and Winstons father greeted Squeaky with a gentle tap on the wing. His wife stepped forward to offer the bird a few affectionate scratches on its head. Youre such a beautiful little thing, she cooed, and Squeaky puffed up with pride at the compliment.
Niles straightened, his tone growing serious. I suspect Winston and I are being followed by Xargian guards. Most likely, theyre just ensuring we dont overstay our welcome. He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. But I have some concerns.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.
Winstons father raised an eyebrow. Concerns?
Niles met his gaze. Its possible the guards might come here to ask about our visit. Thats finebe honest with them. But He lingered on the last word.
But what? Winstons father pressed.
Please, stay home during the public execution at the square today.
The older man frowned. Whats so special about this one? Public stunts like this are rare, sure, but hardly a reason to stay indoors.
Niless gaze drifted. I havent told Winston this, but I suspect theres a traitor within the Xargian Guard.
The statement made Winstons father stiffen. A traitor? Thats ridiculous.
I know it sounds preposterous, Niles admitted. But consider this: after the attack on the ball, the perpetrators escaped with a hostage. The investigations only targeted the ordinary guards, and no one has accounted for how the attackers infiltrated the castle so easily. Its entirely possible theyre still in the citywaiting.
Waiting for what? Winstons father asked, his voice cautious.
A chance to finish the job. Niless tone turned grim. The execution will draw heavy guard presence to the square, leaving other areas less protected. If I were the enemy, Id use this event as a distraction to strike again.
Winstons father weighed each word carefully. And youre telling us this because?
Niless gaze hardened, his voice resolute. Because I trust your loyalty to Xandria and the royal crown. If a Xargian guard steps foot in this house, itll confirm my suspicions. He stood, his movements brisk. Thank you both for the food, once again, it was delicious. Now, if youll excuse me C
Niles made his way to the door, peeking his head out cautiously to survey the street like a mischievous child sneaking out past curfew. Satisfied the coast was clear, he slipped outside, resuming a casual pace toward the city center.
Across the street, hidden in shadow, Wolf observed every move. The Xargian guards eyes narrowed as he noted Niless suspicious body language.
Hes up to something, Wolf muttered. Once Niles was out of sight, Wolf strode purposefully toward the house Niles had just left.
This time, there was no knocking. Wolf pulled the door open without hesitation.
Quickly, tell me everything that happened here, Wolf demanded, his snarling helmet gleaming like polished silver, leaving no need for further introductions.
Would you like some tea? Winstons mother asked with surprising calmness, as though having strangers barge into her home was an everyday occurrence.
Wolf clenched his fists. Nojust tell me everything that man said or did while he was here.
Winstons father regarded the Xargian guard with a measured look. Very well. But were old, so it might take a while to remember everything.
Wolf groaned in frustration, his patience wearing thin. I demand you tell me the most important thing that was said or done here. Now.
Winstons mother shrugged lightly. Sir Niles came back to compliment the food we made. Before that, he and our son were here to say goodbye. They told us they were leaving because theyd been banished.
Winstons father nodded in agreement, adding a simple, Yup.
Wolf stiffened. He had expected intrigue or subterfuge, not such a mundane explanation. I see, he muttered, clearly disarmed by the simplicity of their answer. He hesitated for a moment, then straightened up. Well then, Im leaving.
As he turned to go, Winstons father called out cheerfully, Thank you for pawsing by!
Winstons mother burst into a fit of giggles. Oh, thats a good one, darling. She wrapped her arms around her husband in a warm embrace.
You make my heart howl with joy, he replied, smiling down at her as they shared a tender moment.
Wolf strode out of the house with far less dignity than when he had entered, gritting his teeth as the couples laughter rang behind him. He picked up his pace, determined to track down Niles and continue his surveillance, muttering under his breath about wasting time.
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Winston sprinted through the bustling city streets, weaving through the crowd toward the harbor. Behind him, keeping a cautious but noticeable distance, the Xargian guard known as Elephant followed, his heavy footsteps on the paved ground made his presence not particular subtle. As Winston neared the docks, his eyes locked on the quirky vessel known as The Flying Turnip.
"Why is he heading back here?" Elephant muttered to himself, confusion creasing his brow beneath the snarling elephant helmet.
Winston reached the ship and called out at the top of his lungs, Captain! Captain Veggieplank!
From the cabin emerged the grizzled figure of Captain Veggieplank, his wiry white beard catching the salty breeze. What is it now? he barked, his voice as rough as the sea spray on the hull.
Winston, cheeks flushed with embarrassment but committed to the plan, shouted loudly enough for the whole dock to hear, I NEED TO USE THE TOILET! ITS AN EMERGENCY!
Elephant froze mid-step. Even from his distance, the words hit him like a cannonball, and he inwardly cringed under his helmet. He thanked the stars no one could see his expression because secondhand embarrassment was radiating through every fiber of his being. Meanwhile, Winstons face had turned a shade of red that rivaled the morning sun. This was not the sort of behavior expected from a former royal court assistant, and he silently cursed Niles for convincing him to go along with such a ridiculous plan.
Captain Veggieplank scratched his chin, clearly unfazed by Winstons outburst. Theres some fine public shitters over yonder, he drawled, pointing toward a row of red wooden shacks near the harbor.
Thank you! Winston shouted back before dashing toward the shacks with all the urgency his voice had promised.
Elephant stopped dead in his tracks, his massive form standing out among the dockworkers and passersby. A few children pointed and giggled at the sight of the imposing guard seemingly paralyzed with awkwardness.
Then, a cheerful voice broke through the tension. Hello, Elephant! Thanks for your help earlier!
Elephant turned to see Niles standing beside him, a mischievous grin on his face. Have you seen Winston?
Still processing the bizarre situation, Elephant responded almost automatically, Yeah, he ran toward those bathrooms over there, he said, pointing toward the red shacks Captain Veggieplank had indicated moments before.
Great, thanks! Niles said with a smile, trotting off in that direction.
Moments later, Wolf appeared at Elephants side, his expression unreadable beneath his snarling wolf helmet. Anything to report? he asked tersely.
Elephant exhaled deeply, shaking his head. No. You?
Wolf gave a dismissive shrug. Nothing.
Elephant glanced toward the harbor, then back at Wolf. Want to grab a drink and agree to never speak of this again?
Wolf paused, pretending to consider it before nodding. Yes. Absolutely.
Theyll have to pass us eventually if theyre heading back to the city, Elephant remarked, his tone matter-of-fact. Wolf gave a curt nod of agreement. Neither of them noticed the sharp eyes of Squeaky, circling high above like a vigilant sentinel, silently observing their every move.
Chapter 39: Recruiting Tesla Like A Politician
Niles knocked on the doors of the public bathrooms, his voice carrying an air of mock concern as he called for Winston. From within, the former court assistant eventually emerged, his expression one of utter defeat. The eternal shame Ive brought upon myself, Winston lamented, his voice heavy with self-pity. Im ready to set sail, he added, eager to escape the humiliation of shouting his faux bathroom emergency in front of a bustling crowd.
Well done, Winston. Nice acting! Niles smirked, clearly entertained by the ruse.
Sir Niles, Winston said with a tired sigh, it wasnt acting. Your plan made me so nervous I actually needed the bathroom.
Niles chuckled, clapping Winston on the back with friendly force. Theres a quote from Earth: To confuse your enemy, first confuse yourself. His grin grew wider, more mischievous by the second.
Winston raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across his face. Im sorry, Sir Niles. I dont think I understand.
Good! Niles exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. That means its working!
Winston stared at him as though hed lost his mind, managing a faint, What?
Well keep confusing them until they cant even fathom our real intentions, Niles said, his grin unyielding.
What? Winston repeated, this time more exasperated.
Niles leaned in conspiratorially. May I borrow some of your money?
What?! Winston blurted out, caught off guard by the abrupt shift in conversation. Still, he begrudgingly handed over a few coins from his pouch. Niles pocketed the money with a nod of satisfaction. All right, lets go. We need to find an engineer before heading back to the Adventurers Guild.
But theres not much time before the execution begins, Winston protested halfheartedly.
Then well have to move swiftly, Niles replied, his tone resolute.
**********
Meanwhile, Wolf and Elephant sat at a street-side vendors table, sipping a tangy fruit-and-honey drink with small spoons. The two Xargian guards remained mostly silent, observing their surroundings in shared exhaustion. When Niles and Winston reappeared, passing through the crowd, Elephant straightened. Lets stay close to them, he muttered.
Wolf exhaled in frustration, too tired to argue. Fine.
Blending seamlessly into the crowd, the two guards trailed after Niles and Winston. High above, Squeaky circled like a vigilant sentinel before swooping down to perch on Niless head, signaling that they were being followed.
Perfect, Niles whispered to himself, his grin returning.
He turned to Winston, keeping his voice low but just loud enough to avoid suspicion. We need to leave before the execution.
Winstons eyes widened in genuine confusion. What do you mean, Sir Niles? Of course we need to leaveweve been sentenced to banishment! Dont you remember?
Niles nodded thoughtfully. I think I overheard something at the docks, though I mightve misheard.
Winstons worry deepened. What did you hear?
Leaning in, Niles whispered, During the execution at the city square, therell be a signal. If its given, itll mark the beginning of a second attempt to seize the castle.
Winstons face turned pale. We must tell the guards! he exclaimed, panic creeping into his voice.
Niles shook his head. None of them will believe us. Were banished, as you said.
But why now? Winston asked, struggling to process the implications.
Because no one expects it, Niles replied with a shrug. Lets finish our shopping, say our goodbyes, and leave.
At that moment, Squeaky shifted from Niless head to his left shoulder, signaling that only one of them was now being followed. Niless grin turned sly as he thought to himself, Step two, check.
Wolf and Elephant trailed Niles and Winston, listening carefully to their every word. When they overheard the mention of a potential signal and a second castle assault, Wolf, being the faster of the two, broke away to report the intel. His steps were light and swift as he made his way toward the city square. The air there was tense with preparation for the execution, and guards dotted the perimeter like statues.
At the center of it all stood Dragon, the commander of the Xargian Elite Guard, her imposing figure unmistakable in her snarling dragon helmet. Beside her was Prince Xhiva, his crimson eyes scanning the preparations with an air of disinterest.
Commander, Wolf announced respectfully, dropping to one knee. I bring news regarding the banished otherworlders.
Dragon and Xhiva both turned their attention to him. Speak, Dragon ordered, her voice steady and commanding. Are they causing trouble?
Wolf kept his head bowed. No, Commander. Theyve done nothing overtly suspicious, but one of them overheard a rumor. He hesitated briefly before continuing. During the execution, a signal might be givenone that could mark the start of a second assault on the castle.
Xhiva scoffed, folding his arms. Nonsense. Thats absurd.
Dragon, however, narrowed her eyes, weighing the information carefully. Do you believe this rumor to be credible?
I cannot say, Commander, Wolf replied honestly.
And why not? she pressed, her tone sharp.
I wasnt nearby when they heard it, Wolf admitted, shifting slightly, his posture betraying a hint of defiance.
Dragons gaze hardened. Why werent you?
Wolf avoided her eyes, his rebellious body language speaking louder than words. Xhivas annoyance flared, his voice biting. Well? Answer!
Dragon raised a gauntleted hand, silencing the prince with a calm but firm gesture. Its fine, she said evenly, her focus never leaving Wolf. Thank you for your report. Return to your duty.
Wolf stood, bowing slightly. Thank you, Commander. With that, he disappeared into the bustling streets.
Once he was gone, Xhiva turned to Dragon, his lips curling in disdain. Youre far too lenient with your subordinates, he sneered.
Dragon paused, carefully choosing her words. I believe that treating them as family earns their unwavering loyalty, even in the fiercest of battles.
Xhivas expression twisted into a look of disgust. Thats no way to rule. Fear is the only thing that keeps people in line. If I wore the crown, Id command you to rule them differently. His tone shifted, becoming darker as his eyes roved over her armored form. And Id have you serve me in more... intimate ways as well.
Dragon stood unflinching, her voice as cold and hard as steel. Then long may the current king reign.
Xhivas smirk grew cruel as he began to circle her, stepping closer and closer until their gazes lockedhis scarlet eyes burning with malice, her purple ones unwavering through the visor of her dragon helmet. He leaned in and spat directly into her face. You look disgusting, he hissed.
The square seemed to hold its breath. Dragon slowly removed her gauntlet and wiped the spit from her eye. Her voice was loud and steady, carrying over the crowd. Forgive me for speaking out of turn, my prince. The fault is mine alone. Her calm demeanor quelled the unrest among the soldiers who had witnessed the assault.
The tension in the square began to easeexcept for one soldier whose bloodlust remained palpable. Dragons sharp eyes found him instantly. Excuse me, my prince, she said evenly before leaping down from the wooden gallows and disappearing into the crowd.
Xhiva, seemingly unbothered, returned his attention to a nearby jar of smoked meat, muttering to himself.
Dragon swiftly reached the agitated soldier, wrapping him in an almost motherly embrace to restrain him. I command you to calm down, she whispered.
But Commander! the soldier protested, his voice trembling with anger. He assaulted you! It doesnt matter if hes a prince. You serve directly under the king!
Dragon exhaled softly, her voice filled with quiet authority. Thank you for your loyalty, but I can handle myself.
The soldiers rage began to dissipate, leaving behind a lingering sense of frustration. His voice softened, tinged with pain. He humiliated you. Its not right.
Dragon met his gaze, her expression resolute. My dear Wolf, it means the world to me to know you have my back. But I need you to return to your missionwatching over the banished otherworlders. Ensure they dont overstep their bounds.
Wolf hesitated, then nodded. Yes, Commander, he said, his voice subdued as he turned and walked away, his shoulders still tense.
As the square emptied, Dragon found herself alone, her gaze lifting to the sky. The sun hung high, beginning its slow descent. She allowed herself a rare moment of quiet, her mind replaying Wolfs report. Hopefully, its just a rumor, she murmured, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city. With a deep breath, she refocused, returning to oversee the execution site.
Thats no way to treat a lady, came a gruff voice from behind her.
Dragon turned, her sharp eyes landing on Vulcan, the prisoner still trapped in the pillory. His rugged face bore a faint smirk, his eyes gleaming with a strange mix of defiance and amusement.
You shouldnt have interrupted your soldierthe one with the wolf helmet, Vulcan added, chuckling. Hes got guts!
Dragon studied him for a moment before responding, her voice measured. Sir Prisoner
Vulcan, the smith interjected, straightening as much as his bindings allowed. And let me tell you somethinga real man doesnt insult a woman. That prince of yours? Hes got no spine. Insults are just a way for insecure fools to mask their crumbling authority. If I werent locked up, Id give him a piece of my mind. Maybe even my fists! He laughed dryly. But, well, the times arent in my favor, are they?The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.
Dragon exhaled, granting him the dignity of her attention. Sir Vulcan, I appreciate your concern. However, Ive heard complaints that youve been distracting my soldiers from their duties. Id prefer your cooperation.
Vulcan raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning wry. Youre asking me to cooperate with my own execution? Whatll you do if I refuseburn me instead?
Dragon sighed, her patience unshaken. I see your point. She paused, her tone softening. And youre right about Wolfhe has guts, though he can be rash. She bowed slightly, a gesture that caught Vulcan off guard. Ive heard you were among the smiths who forged our weapons and armor. Thank you for your service. I regret that it ends this way.
A brief silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken thoughts.
I believe in that rumor, Vulcan said at last, breaking the quiet.
Dragon stepped closer, her voice lowering. You overheard us?
Old I might be, but deaf I am not, Vulcan replied, gesturing to his ears with what little mobility he had. As a smith, you learn to listenwhether for impurities in metal or whispers in the air. Its like baking, really, where
Sir Vulcan, Dragon interrupted, her patience thinning, why do you believe the rumor to be true?
Vulcan hesitated, carefully crafting his response. Because it might help me escape, he thought but wisely kept to himself. Instead, he offered a lie with a touch of truth. Late last night, I was visited by two strangers. They warned me about my execution and offered me safe passage out of the city in exchange for weapons.
Dragon tilted her head slightly. And why didnt you take their offer?
I didnt trust them, Vulcan said, his tone shifting to something grimmer. And, honestly, I felt relieved.
Relieved?
To finally meet my family, Vulcan said softly, his eyes distant. Ive spent too many nights alone with my thoughts, too many days forging weapons for the same people who forced us to bow to their crown. He strained to meet Dragons gaze. Were you taken as a child too? Forced to join the Xargian dogs?
Guards, Dragon corrected firmly. And not exactly. My family served as vassals to the crown. My recruitment was part of an agreement between my parents and the king.
Vulcan looked down, his smirk fading into something solemn. Nevertheless, I pity you.
Dragons voice was steady, unshaken. Im honored to represent this nation.
Vulcan exhaled, his reply barely above a whisper. Aye, Im sure you are.
The conversation ended there, neither willing to press further. Dragon turned sharply and approached one of her soldiersa towering figure in a snarling bear helmet. Spread the word, she commanded. If anyone sees anything suspicious resembling a signal, they are to report to me immediately.
Xhiva, his mouth full of dried meat, sauntered over, overhearing her words. I told you, its just an absurd rumor. Utter nonsense!
Dragon nodded, her voice unyielding. Perhaps. But Im ensuring were prepared for anything.
On the other side of town, something unexpected but quietly anticipated by Niles was unfolding. Winston''s father had laced up his worn leather shoes, bid his wife a brief farewell, and stepped out with a purpose. Niles''s earlier warning about a potential traitor within the Xargian Guard weighed heavily on his mind. As a loyal subject of Xandria, he felt it was his duty to report this suspicion to the local authorities. His destination: the castle.
Upon reaching the gates, he was immediately stopped by two guards wielding spears.
Halt! one of them barked. State your purpose!
Winston''s father straightened his posture. I need to deliver a message to someone in command of the guard, he replied firmly.
The guards exchanged glances, their stances softening slightly at the sight of the elderly man. Whats the matter you wish to speak about? one asked.
There may be a traitor among the Xargian Guards, Winston''s father said in a steady tone.
The guards expressions tightened as they processed his words. After a brief pause, one of them gestured for him to wait. Moments later, a soldier who appeared to be the castles commander approached. His armor bore intricate detailing, his scarred face radiated authority, and his shining white hair gave him an imposing presence.
I hear you have information to share, the commander said, his voice gruff. But first, who are you?
The older man gave a respectful bow. A loyal subject of Xandria, and the father of someone who once served here as a court assistant, he answered.
The commanders sharp eyes narrowed slightly. Whats on your mind?
Lowering his voice, Winston''s father revealed his concern. There could be a second attack on the castle during the public execution today, orchestrated by one of your own guards.
The commander arched an eyebrow. Thats a bold claim. What evidence do you have, and whats your source?
Sir Niles, Winston''s father admitted, the banished champion.
The commander let out a dry chuckle. That man? Hes hardly a reliable source.
Winstons father nodded in agreement. True. His claim was based purely on gut instinct and some questionable reasoning.
Humor me, the commander said, crossing his arms. What reasons did he give?
Winston''s father hesitated, stroking his chin. First, the ease with which the enemies escaped yesterdayit felt like an inside job. Second, most of the guards are preoccupied with the execution today, leaving the castle vulnerable. And finally He paused, searching for the words.
And finally? the commander pressed.
Because no one would expect it, Winston''s father finished, his tone uncertain.
The commander gave a slight nod. Noted. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Well keep it in mind.
Winstons father bowed once more before taking his leave. As he walked away, the commander muttered to his men, An old fool, perhaps. But at least we humored him.
Just then, a soldier came sprinting toward the group, his breathing labored.
Commander! he called out, urgency in his voice.
What is it? the commander asked, his tone sharp.
The soldier gasped for air before speaking. Weve received intel about a potential second attack on the castle during the execution!
The commander frowned. Yes, yes, weve already heard that rumor, he said dismissively.
The soldier blinked in confusion. Rumor? This came directly from the Xargian Guards commanding officer, Dragon.
The commanders expression shifted instantly, his eyes widening. He turned to his subordinates. Authorize the use of the holy crystal immediately. From now on, no one enters without proper identification and clearance!
The guards saluted and rushed off toward the castle. The commander, his tone now serious, muttered under his breath, Better safe than sorry. Security is everything.
***********
In the bustling city streets, Niles and Winston strolled casually, appearing to enjoy the day while keeping their true intentions hidden. The scent of roasted nuts and the chatter of merchants filled the air as they walked close to the towering Elephant statue in the square. This time, Niles leaned in to speak with Winston, keeping his voice low to avoid being overheard.
Well split up now. Whoever isnt followed will head to the market and buy a flag of Zairule, Niles instructed.
Winston blinked, his confusion evident. Thats your plan? Shopping?
Niles let out a laugh, a bit too loud for their covert operation. He gasped theatrically for air, slapping Winstons shoulder. Winston, you crack me up! Then, his tone shifted to a near-whisper. You know what they say: the enemy of our enemy is our friend.
Are they, though? Winston asked, raising an eyebrow.
Niles smirked. At least for today. His gaze darkened slightly as he recalled the chaos Zairule caused during their failed coup at the royal ball. Stupid Snake-Eyes, he muttered under his breath, cursing the first prince of Zairule.
Clearing his throat, Niles continued. Heres the plan: Squeaky will keep an eye out. If were both being followed, hell land on my head first, then on yours. If its just me, hell perch on my shoulder. If its only you, hell land on yours.
Squeaky, ever attentive, chirped in understanding and took off into the sky. The duo parted ways, each keeping an eye on their tiny airborne scout. Before long, Niles noticed Squeaky flying toward Winston, signaling that only Winston was being tailed.
Perfect, Niles thought, pivoting toward the shopping district theyd passed earlier. His destination was a textile shop that appeared to sell flags.
Inside, a middle-aged woman with dark, curly hair greeted him warmly. Welcome! What can I help you with?
Hi! Do you sell flags here? Niles asked, flashing a friendly smile.
Of course! Which one are you looking for? she replied cheerfully.
Niles pretended to deliberate. Good question. What flags do you have?
The woman beamed. Oh, weve got all of them!
Great! Im trying to learn about different nations. Could you show me a few?
She laid out six flags on the counter, starting with Xandrias: a vibrant red banner featuring a yellow dragon surrounded by black flames along the edges. Niles admired it but moved quickly to his goal.
How much can I get for this? he asked, holding up a modest pouch of coins.
The shopkeeper counted the coins and frowned. Im sorry, thats not enough for most of the flags.
Niles feigned disappointment. Its my dream to own a flag as beautiful as the ones you sell. Is there anything you can do to help?
The woman hesitated, then brightened with an idea. She picked up a flag with a yellow background and a green serpent coiled at its center. This is Zairules flag. Honestly, after their betrayal at the royal ball, I don''t think anyone wants to buy it. Did you hear? It was a massacre!
Feigning shock, Niles gasped. Thats terrible! I hadnt heard.
The shopkeeper continued talking about the event, her voice brimming with indignation, while Niles politely listened and handed over the coins.
Thank you for such wonderful service! Niles said, flashing a brilliant smile.
Thats what we do here! Come back anytime, she replied with a grin.
Tucking the flag securely inside his tunic, Niles stepped outside just as Squeaky flew down to perch on his shoulder. Winstons voice echoed in his mind, courtesy of Squeakys long-distance communication skill. Are you ready, Sir Niles? Im waiting at the Xandria School of Architecture.
Niles frowned. I have no idea where that is, he muttered. Turning to Squeaky, he asked, Can you show me the way?
With a cheerful chirp, Squeaky took off, leading Niles through the city like the worlds first GPS.
Niles and Winston quickly regrouped. Winston glanced at the sky, his voice carrying a hint of urgency. We dont have much time. Honestly, we need to go.
Niles, ever the optimistor perhaps just habitually last-minute from his days as a field sales agentshrugged with an easy smile. Relax. Well make it work.
They entered the building, and Niles wasted no time, approaching the first person he saw: a young scholar dressed in white robes, her arms straining under the weight of heavy tomes. Excuse me, do you work here?
The woman blinked, shifting her load slightly. Well, yes. I organize books and clean.
Perfect, Niles said, diving straight in. I need to speak with one of your engineerssomeone fast, creative, and, ideally, easily impressed. Got anyone like that?
The scholar stared at him, processing the oddly specific request. Uh... thats a bit unusual, but She paused, thinking. Theres Tesla. Hes brilliant but not very social, and a bit gullible.
Niles grinned instantly. Thats perfect! Both the name and the gullibility. He turned to Winston with a devilish smile, his eyes sparkling with a plan already forming. Winston, in contrast, paled visibly.
The scholar led them down a corridor to a heavy wooden door. Here are his quarters, she said before leaving them alone.
Winston eyed the door, then Niles, his expression wary. Is this going to be more or less humiliating than the toilet debacle earlier?
Niles chuckled, pressing down the iron handle. No idea. But Im sure itll be fun!
He flung the door open. Tesla!
At a cluttered workbench, a young man around their age sat hunched over, papers and pens scattered around him. He was so deep in thoughtor exhaustionthat he nearly missed their dramatic entrance. His wild gray hair stuck out in every direction, and he rubbed his bleary eyes as he registered the intruders.
Before Tesla could ask questions, Niles stepped forward, pulling out the royal brooch given to him by Xander. Straightening his posture, he projected an air of authority, grinning like a politician on the campaign trail.
Niles then begun his speech. Listen, the names Nilesamazing name, by the way, everyones talking about it. Ive been summoned, okay? From another worldhuge deal, believe me. And together, were going to do incredible things, tremendous things. Were going to unravel the mysteries of this worldnobodys done it like this beforeand take engineering to levels you wouldnt believe. The future? Its going to be spectacular. Youre going to love it!
Huh? Tesla blinked, his gaze shifting to the royal brooch.
Niles didnt miss a beat. Tesla, Ive heard remarkable things about you. In fact, no one in the court has been praised as much as you have, Niles began, his tone dripping with conviction.
Niles locked eyes with the engineer. We need you for an expeditionan extraordinary mission on the Flying Turnip at the docks. Its fully funded by the Xandrian royal crown. Mark my words: this will be the adventure of a lifetime!
Teslas tired eyes lit up, and he began gathering his papers. Youve heard that much about me? You really trust us engineers?
Of course! Niles exclaimed, his enthusiasm unwavering. I have tremendous respect for engineers. You mightve heard that I work with them often. Theyre brilliant, and frankly, they love working with me too.
Tesla looked almost childlike in his excitement. This sounds too good to be true!
Niles sealed the deal by handing Tesla the money hed received earlier from Winston. Here, a little advance for expenses. My associate Winstonone of the finest court assistants Ive ever worked withwill accompany you. Youll have everything you need to prepare. Ill see you on the ship!
Tesla, beaming, practically shouted, Yes! Ill do it!
As Tesla and Winston began gathering supplies, Winston threw Niles a look of pure exasperation. Seriously?
Niles whispered back, What? It worked. And didnt you say we didnt have much time?
With a resigned sigh, Winston muttered, Fine. Well see you on the ship.
Niles gave a jaunty wave as they left, his grin returning. No time to wastelater!
As Tesla and Winston disappeared down the hall, Niles trailed behind for a moment, chuckling to himself. I cant believe that actually worked. I shouldve tried this approach earlier. Lets hope Tesla doesnt regret this too much later.
With Squeaky confirming he still wasnt being followed, Niles redirected his steps to the adventurers guild. Inside, the gloomy atmosphere was unchanged. He spotted Polly and approached her with a wide grin.
Niles, Polly greeted him, her expression serious. I spoke with Vulcan. He wants to be rescued, but the security around him is tight. Im not sure how we can pull it off.
Thats exactly why Im here, Niles replied, his grin widening. Is everyone here today who was here yesterday when we discussed their skills?
Polly tilted her head. Yes?
Perfect, Niles said, leaning closer. I have a plan. Lets huddle up.
Excitement danced in his eyes as he prepared to share his scheme, his enthusiasm contagious.
Chapter 40: The Cabbage Whisperers Show
The sun blazed high in the sky, marking the peak of the day. The public execution was set to begin shortly. In just a few moments, the capitals square would witness something extraordinarynot the grim spectacle everyone expected, but a rebellion of chaos about to erupt. Niles, walking back toward the ship, appeared calm and measured. His steps betrayed none of the electrifying anticipation coursing through him. The adventurers at the guild were finalizing their preparations, and Niles awaited their signal to launch his daring plan to rescue Vulcan, the master smith.
As he walked, Squeaky fluttered down and perched on his left shoulder. Niles whispered to the small bird, Hey, buddy. Complete this mission, and Ill reward you with the finest fish money can buy. Think youre up for it? Squeaky puffed up with pride, chirping in acknowledgment. Niles grinned, his excitement simmering just beneath the surface. Good. Niles then carefully folded the Zairulian flag into a compact bundle and held it out. Squeaky clutched the flag tightly in its claws. With a gentle toss, Niles gave the bird a boost into the air. Chirpy soared upward, the flag trailing beneath it. Niles looked at his familiar as it climbed higher and higher into the sky. Its about to start any second now. He thought for himself.
In the bustling square, murmurs of unease rippled through the growing crowd. A gossipy old woman leaned toward her companion, whispering, Did you hear? Zairules planning another attack during the execution. Her friend glanced around nervously. Then why are the Xargian guards still here? she replied in a hushed tone. The atmosphere grew heavier as more whispers spread.
Nearby, a Xargian guard with a snarling beast helmet approached Commander Dragon. Commander, rumors are spreading, and the crowds getting restless, he reported. Dragon turned sharply to Prince Xhiva. My prince, we should start the execution now and return to the castle. The people are uneasy.
Xhiva waved her off with a scoff. I wont be rushed because of baseless rumors. Well begin at the scheduled time. The more people who witness this, the better. They need to understand what happens when you defy the crown. His tone was icy, his decision final. Dragon clenched her jaw but nodded. As you command, my prince, she said stiffly. Turning back to her guards, she added, Stay alert and be ready for anything.
The soldier who reported earlier grabbed a goblet of water from a nearby barrel, taking a cautious sip. He frowned, then returned to Dragon. Commander, he began, this water tastes... different. Could something be added to it?
Dragons eyes narrowed. Not that Im aware of, she said, her tone sharp with suspicion. She glanced at Xhiva. My prince, have you done anything to the water supply?
Xhiva looked offended. Why would I care about water when theres wine to drink? He rolled his eyes. I dont have time for trivial matters like this.
Unsatisfied, Dragon sniffed the water but detected nothing unusual. She called out, Xargian guards, assemble! Soldiers from all corners of the square converged on her position, their snarling beast helmets glinting under the sunlight. Who else has drunk from this barrel? she asked. Several guards stepped forward. Did it taste strange to any of you? she pressed.
Normal, one answered, echoed by others. Dragons brow furrowed in thought, trying to piece it together.
Xhiva, growing impatient, walked over and snatched a goblet of water. This is ridiculous! he snapped.
Wait! Dragon barked, but Xhiva had already taken a swig. Smacking his lips, he frowned. Hmm. Its a bit... salty.
Dragons eyes widened. It could be poison! she exclaimed.
The princes face darkened with fury. You dare wait until after Ive drunk it to mention that? You harlot! Ill be telling my father about this treachery! His voice rose above the restless murmurs of the crowd, turning heads and raising the tension in the square to a boiling point.
My prince, I need you to lower your voice, Dragon hissed sharply, cutting through Xhivas outburst. She turned to her soldiers. No risks. Take the barrel to the castle for examination. With a curt gesture, she assigned two Xargian guards, who hoisted the barrel and began their march to the castle gates.
A sudden, thunderous sneeze broke the tension in the square. Heads turned, but no one saw the source. The moment passedthen, like a showman on a grand stage, a voice boomed across the square:
Step right up, folks! Witness the astounding, world-famous Cabbage Whisperer!
The crowds attention shifted to a small green-painted booth adorned with images of cabbages. Behind it stood a man holding an actual cabbage in one hand, twirling it theatrically.
Beholda cabbage! he declared, drawing in curious onlookers. But not just any cabbage, oh no! This, dear people of Xandria, is a magical cabbage! He placed it gently on the wooden counter in front of him.
Whats so magical about it? a skeptical youth called out.
The showman grinned slyly. Lean in, and youll see for yourself! Gather round, everyone!
A small group edged closer, curiosity piqued. For my first trick, I will make this cabbage wiggle! He stepped back dramatically, wagging his fingers toward the vegetable.
Thats impossible, muttered someone from the crowd.
In the world of vegetables, nothing is impossible! the showman proclaimed, then added with a mischievous grin, Also, Im selling tomatoes! Perfect for pelting criminals at todays execution!
Are the tomatoes magical too? another voice asked.
The showman scowled. Dont be ridiculous. Tomatoes are tomatoes. Now, back to the magic!
He focused on the cabbage, wiggling his fingers once more. To everyones amazement, the cabbage began to shimmy across the booths counter, as though responding to his movements. Gasps rippled through the crowd, and more spectators gathered.
Prince Xhiva, catching sight of the commotion, pushed his way forward. There must be strings, he muttered, bending down to inspect the cabbage. His fingers probed the counter and the vegetable itself but found nothing.
Impressive, isnt it? the showman teased, his grin widening.
The audience buzzed with mixed reactionssome enchanted, others skeptical.
Want more magic? The showman snapped his fingers, leaning closer to the cabbage. In a conspiratorial tone, he whispered, Grow, my friend. Grow big and strong!
To the crowds amazement, the cabbage began to swell, its leaves unfurling as it grew larger by the second.
Dragon! Xhiva shouted, his voice brimming with childlike glee. You have to see this!
Dragon, despite herself, felt curiosity tugging at her. She approached the booth cautiously, her hand resting on her sword hilt. Surely theres some trickery here, she said, her tone skeptical.
The showman merely smiled and placed several more cabbages on the counter. Prepare yourselves for the Dance of the Cabbages! He waved his hands in a theatrical flourish, and the cabbages began to sway, shimmy, and even roll in perfect harmony.
Dragons stern expression softened into one of mild amusement. This is... surprisingly impressive, she admitted, glancing at Xhiva, whose eyes sparkled with excitement.
Fetch this man some gold! Xhiva barked to his attendants. And tell mewhat else can these magical cabbages do?
The showman leaned closer, his grin stretching wider. Why, dear prince, anything your heart desires.
Meanwhile, far from the square, on a grassy hill overlooking the city, a new plan was taking shape. The Pigeon Summoner stood with a large net containing hundreds of pigeons, struggling to keep the restless birds under control. With a flourish, he released the net.
Fly, my winged army! he cried, expecting a majestic takeoff.
Instead, the pigeons merely waddled on the ground, utterly unbothered.
Fly, you fools! he yelled, trying to shoo them.
Another voice interrupted, calm and confident. Niles figured this might happen.
It was the Dramatic Sneeze specialist, jogging up from the city. He positioned himself near the grounded pigeons, inhaled deeply, and unleashed a sneeze so loud and forceful it sounded like a volcanic eruption.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.
The startled pigeons shot into the sky en masse, forming a great white cloud that soared over the city.
Back in the square, Dragons ever-watchful eyes caught the movement above. Her brow furrowed. That looks like a signal, she muttered under her breath. Straightening, she barked orders: Xargian guards, be on high alert! Prepare for anything!
The crowd, already uneasy, began murmuring louder. Some started to disperse.
Theres no reason to panic over baseless rumors! Xhiva declared, his voice booming to steady the crowd. But despite his bravado, Dragons hand tightened around her hilt. Something was about to happenshe could feel it in her bones.
Suddenly. The deep, mournful call of the Xargian Guard''s horn cut through the air, its haunting tones echoing across the city center. Every guard snapped to attention, heads swiveling toward the source of the sound. Dragon''s sharp gaze followed instinctively.
Then came the heavy toll of the castle bells, their forbidding clang reverberating like a desperate cry for aid. The bells! someone in the crowd shouted, panic rippling through the onlookers.
The castle is under siege! another guard interpreted grimly, urgency in his voice.
Before Dragon could react, plumes of black smoke began rising in another part of town. Screams erupted as civilians pointed, some fleeing in terror. Its the poor quarter! Its burning! a frantic peasant wailed.
But Dragons focus remained razor-sharp. The smoke, a deliberate distraction, could not pull her attention from the castle''s signal. Soldiers! she barked. Leave your posts! To the castle, now
Her order was cut off by Prince Xhivas disdainful voice. Hold your ground, he snapped, waving dismissively. This is all a charade. No one would dare attack us while were on high alert.
Dragon spun to face him, her sword flashing from its sheath in a single fluid motion. She leveled the blade at the arrogant prince, her fiery eyes locking with his. The bells are a call for aid, she growled, her voice low and dangerous. The Xargian Guard will answer.
Without waiting for his consent, Dragon turned back to her troops. Soldiers, with me! she thundered, rallying the snarling-beast-helmed guards to her side. She strode toward the castle, her forces falling into step behind her, their movements swift and unified.
Xhiva scowled at her retreating figure, his plump face darkening with anger. Foolish woman, he muttered under his breath. Turning to the executionera hulking man with a leather mask, his muscular arms bare and his massive axe resting against his shoulderXhiva barked an order.
Keep the prisoner secure. Well finish this execution as soon as I return.
He stalked off after Dragon and her Xargian guards, his frustration evident in every heavy step.
Dragon sprinted toward the castle''s moat bridge, her boots pounding against the cobblestones. As she neared, her eyes caught the stark sight of the Zairulian flag draped over the entrancea symbol of conquest, mocking her. But that wasnt all. Beyond the castle guards in Xandrian colors, their spears leveled menacingly at her and her troops, lay a scene that turned her blood to fire.
Wolf, one of her most loyal soldiers, lay crumpled on the ground, blood seeping from wounds on his body and helmet. He was barely breathing, his once-proud form reduced to a pitiful, lifeless heap.
The Xargian GuardKing Xerxess elite forcewas more than a regiment; it was a brotherhood forged through hardship. Taken from their families at birth, raised with no possessions, no ties, no life outside the art of war, they lived and died by one creed: loyalty to each other. They had nothing in the world but themselves.
Seeing Wolf, their brother, brutalized and abandoned ignited a rage that burned brighter than a thousand suns.
Dragons voice cracked with fury as she cried, WOLF! But her desperate call went unanswered. She stormed forward, roaring, Release him at onceI need to heal him!
The guards blocking the bridge hesitated, their spears trembling slightly. None shall pass without authorization! one shouted, his voice betraying his nervousness. Another added, Wolf forced his way through without permission. Stand your forces down!
Before Dragon could respond, a soldier from within the castle rushed to the forefront. The holy crystal has been stolen! he shouted.
The captain of the castle guard barked orders. If the crystal is gone, we cannot verify the identity of the Xargian Guard. Turning to Dragon, he bellowed, Stand your soldiers down, or this will be seen as rebellion!
Tension reached a fever pitch. Wolf stirred, his bloodied form twitching as he forced his voice to carry. Captain! he cried, his words desperate and raw. The king is in danger!
His warning was silenced by a brutal punch from one of the guards. Quiet! the guard snapped, dragging Wolf roughly aside.
Dragons eyes blazed as she unsheathed her sword. The long blade, shining like liquid silver, caught the dim light of the overcast sky. She gripped the hilt with both hands, her knuckles white.
Step aside, she ordered the commander on the other side of the moat. Her voice was unyielding, each word a hammer strike. Or we will force our way through.
The commander, his resolve tested, held his ground. I cannot allow that without authorization. Please, wait a little longer!
The castles bells continued their relentless toll, a dirge of impending chaos. In the courtrooms and halls, nobles and servants scurried like ants, fear etched into their faces.
Meanwhile, in his quarters, Prince Xander stood by the window, gazing toward the commotion. A soldier burst into the room, panting.
The Xargian Guard has started a rebellion at the gates! the soldier shouted. Theyre preparing to charge. We need your help, Your Highness!
Xander frowned deeply. A rebellion? Thats impossible. Theyre loyal to the crown.
His sister Xemena, sitting nearby, scoffed. Loyal beasts dont bite their master. This is absurd.
The soldier persisted, desperation in his tone. Prince Xander, the guards need your command. Please, come to the front line!
Xander hesitated. But Im under house arrest.
Xemena rolled her eyes, waving her hand dismissively. Ill permit it. Go settle this mess.
Without further hesitation, Xander followed the soldier out. As they hurried through the castle halls, he called back, Arent you coming?
Xemena barely looked up, waving him off. Youll manage just fine on your own, she replied coolly, her tone devoid of concern.
At the Docks
Aboard the Flying Turnip, Niles stood on the deck, the citys chaos reaching even here. The faint echoes of bells and distant shouts carried on the wind like a warning. Captain Veggieplank, leaning on the ships wheel, squinted toward the skyline.
Sounds like the citys in a right mess, the captain mused, his voice gruff. Wed best set sail before it gets worse.
Niles gazed toward the castle, its silhouette framed by the tolling bells. The sound was steady, almost rhythmica haunting reminder that his plan was in motion.
Lets wait a little longer, Niles said calmly, hands resting on the railing. Im still expecting some deliveries.
Veggieplank sighed, shaking his head. Youth these days. Always so carefree, he muttered.
Niles responded with a serene smile, his eyes closed as if savoring the moment.
In the City Square
Panic reigned in the square. The crowd, once eager to witness a public execution, now scrambled for safety. The heavy clang of the castles bells signaled an attack, leaving the platform nearly deserted.
Polly, the local guildmaster, strode confidently through the chaos. She approached the executioner, a hulking figure wiping sweat from his leather-clad brow. Catching his attention, Polly locked eyes with him and activated her skill: Regret Beam.
The effect was instant. A flood of guilt washed over the executioner, his knees trembling as the weight of his deeds bore down on him. Tears welled up in his eyes.
Am I... a baddie? he sniffled, his voice cracking. His gaze darted around for reassurance, but the square was nearly empty.
A calm, commanding voice broke through his despair. If you unlock those chains, Vulcan said from the pillory, you can begin a new chapteras a better man.
The executioner wiped his face with a meaty hand, sniffling loudly. You really think so? he asked, his tone childlike.
Yes, Vulcan replied, his voice grumpy yet oddly reassuring.
Moved, the executioner nodded and fumbled with the keys, unlocking Vulcans chains. As the metal restraints fell away, Vulcan tilted his head. How does it feel now?
The executioner sniffled again, managing a small smile. Better, I think.
Before he could say more, a burly man from the Adventurers Guild approached, holding an artfully arranged bouquet of flowers. He thrust it into the executioners hands.
Here, the man said, his deep voice curt but sincere.
The executioner blinked, stunned. I thought men only got flowers after they died, he murmured, his voice trembling. This... this makes me so happy.
While the executioner admired the bouquet, Vulcan had vanished. Hidden in a crate labeled Cabbage Whisperers Finest Produce, he was being whisked away from the square by guild operatives.
The executioner, oblivious to the escape, inhaled the bouquets fragrance and let out a contented sigh. He shrugged and smiled to himself, savoring the small joy amid the chaos.
Back at the Castle
Xander dashed down the castles winding staircases, his hurried footsteps echoing in the stone halls. He wore no armor, only a plain tunic and a sword hastily handed to him by a guard. Ahead, the sounds of chaos raged as the Xargian Guard, the king''s elite force, stood poised to storm the moat bridge, their goal clear: save their comrade, Wolf, and secure the king''s safety.
As Xander neared the scene, the morale of the castle guards surged. Our prince will defend us! they cheered, rallying behind him.
Reaching the front lines, Xander raised his voice. Everyone, step aside! Make room so I can use my skillOne-Man Army!
Dragon spotted him immediately, her eyes narrowing with fury. So youre siding with them? Traitor! she bellowed, her voice slicing through the tension. Turning to her soldiers, she commanded, Stand back! Dont get caught in his skillIll handle him myself.
Dragon, wait! Xander shouted, desperation laced in his tone. But she didnt wait. Her sword already drawn, she charged toward him, activating her skill without a word.
Shadows began to ripple around Dragon, and in a flash, they solidified into duplicatesclones of herself, each armed and mirroring her every move. They moved with her, a deadly chorus of precision and fury, advancing on Xander with relentless intent.
Xander grimaced but steeled himself. So be it, he muttered, activating One-Man Army. His body surged with strength, his stats multiplying exponentially.
At the moat bridge, their blades met with a deafening clang. Sparks flew as Xanders overwhelming power clashed with Dragons deadly precision. His sheer strength would have toppled most opponents, but Dragons clones swarmed him, attacking from every angle, their strikes unyielding.
Though the clones were not mere illusions but fully physical manifestations, Xanders heightened abilities allowed him to keep pace. He dodged, parried, and counterattacked, but for every clone he tried to strike down, another moved in to block his blade.
The two combatants became blurs of motion, their swords ringing out in rapid succession. Dragons clones worked in tandem, encircling Xander and denying him a moments reprieve, while Xanders superior stats kept him standing, his movements precise and powerful.
Both fighters began to tire, their breaths growing ragged as their stamina waned. The Xargian Guard, watching their captain fight with ferocity, shouted, Prepare to support our commander! They rallied behind her, ready to charge in.
On the opposite side, the castle guards braced themselves, forming ranks. Prepare to strike down the traitors! their captain roared.
But just as the battle threatened to spiral into an all-out war, a voice thundered above the chaos, silencing all.
What the hell are you all doing?!
The voice was unmistakableKing Xerxes, roaring like a lion, his tone filled with equal parts rage and authority. Both sides froze, every head turning toward the source of the command.
Captain 41: Second Walk Of Shame and Embarking To The Monster Island
A deafening silence blanketed the castle, louder than any roar of battle. King Xerxes strode forward, his piercing gaze cutting through the tension. What is the meaning of this chaos? Have you all lost your minds? His eyes fell on his son, Xander. And you! What are you doing here, fighting? You were sentenced to house arrest until summoned!
Xander, caught off guard, stammered, But the bells he began, gesturing toward the alarm that had echoed through the castle.
Xerxes cut him off with a voice as sharp as a blade. The bells? He crossed his arms, towering over Xander. The last time I checked, I was the kingnot some hollow metal giving you orders.
Xanders confusion was written plainly across his face. Thats true, Father, but
As the heated exchange continued, Dragon, the commander of the Xargian Guard, seized the opportunity to slip over to her fallen soldier. With swift precision, she began healing Wolf, her hands steady despite the chaos around her.
Xerxes turned his attention back to Xander, his voice colder now. What more punishment do I need to give you before you learn to follow my commands?
Father, youre not listening! Xander protested, his frustration bubbling over.
The king pressed his fingers to his temple, exhaling sharply. Fine. If discipline is what you need, shame will be your teacher. Undress and walk back to your chambers on your hands.
Xanders jaw dropped. But Father, I dont know how to hand-walk!
THEN YOULL LEARN WHILE TRYING! Xerxes roared, his voice reverberating through the hall. NOW LEAVE! REMAIN IN YOUR CHAMBERS UNTIL I SUMMON YOU!
Groaning in defeat, Xander removed his clothes and borrowed sword, tossing them aside. He crouched down and placed his hands on the ground, attempting his fathers absurd demand. His first attempts resembled a flailing caterpillar tryingand failingto flip over.
The gathered crowd watched in stunned silence, the absurdity of the moment quelling any remaining tension. One of the Xargian guards leaned toward a castle guard standing nearby. Just moments ago, they had been ready to cut each other down, but now the fight seemed like a distant memory. He may be a prince, the Xargian guard whispered, but at least hes equipped like a king.
The castle guard stifled a laugh, his shoulders shaking.
Prince Xhiva arrived at the castle, his rotund figure jiggling with every step after what appeared to be a strenuous jog. Upon seeing the spectacle of his brothers humiliation, he burst into laughter, his thick finger pointing at Xander while his other hand rested on his ample stomach, shaking with mirth.
King Xerxess sharp gaze cut through the commotion, settling on his youngest son. Xhiva, he called out, his voice commanding instant silence. I trust the executions are proceeding as planned?
The color drained from Xhivas face, his laughter dying in his throat. Fear crept over him like a cold shadow. Xerxess expression darkened further when Xhiva failed to respond. This was unusualXhiva always had something to say, some clever quip or excuse. The kings voice dropped, icy and unforgiving. Failure will not be tolerated.
A bead of sweat rolled down Xhivas temple as he stammered an acknowledgment, his fear palpable. Without another word, he turned on his heel and hastily made his way back toward the city square, his steps quick despite his unwieldy frame.
King Xerxes shifted his attention to Dragon, the Xargian Guard commander. Gather everyone tonight, he ordered, his tone leaving no room for debate. I expect a full report on what transpired here.
With that, the king turned away, his regal presence sweeping through the courtyard like a storm. A procession of castle assistants and other dignitaries fell in step behind him, the chaotic scene gradually dissolving into a semblance of order. The bells, once an urgent cry of alarm, now fell silent, leaving only the echoes of authority in their wake.
Despite the humiliation, Xander gradually found his balance and managed to hand-walk all the way to his chambers. Stumbling into his room, he collapsed onto his bed, yanking a blanket over himself like a shield against the world.
His sister Xemena, still in the room, watched him with an amused smirk. Her sharp eyes assessed him as he fidgeted beneath the covers. I take it you handled the situation, seeing as the chaos outside has quieted, she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She turned to the window, the sunlight catching in her long, dark hair. But not all battles can be won naked, brother.
Xander groaned, his face buried in the pillow. The shame! Im never leaving this chamber again!
Xemena chuckled, a melodic sound that only added to his misery.
Xemena leaned against the window, her tone light but tinged with a teasing edge. Perhaps you shouldve joined Niles on his journey after all.
Xanders eyes flickered with genuine consideration, and for a moment, it seemed like he was entertaining the idea. This irked Xemena, who snapped, Snap out of it! She exhaled sharply, crossing her arms and looking elsewhere, clearly annoyed.
Breaking the silence, Xander tilted his head toward the intricately decorated ceiling and asked, By the way, wheres your summoned champion?
Xemenas expression shifted to one of feigned innocence. Closing her eyes and clasping her hands together, she replied in a sweet, high-pitched voice, Oh, I sent him to train with Bear of the Xargian Guard to improve his physique and weapon skills. Her tone dropped slightly, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. I think Roy tagged along too. Im sure theyre doing just fine.
They were not fine.
Gustavuss green hair clung to his face, dripping with sweat like a soaked mop. Clutching a wooden practice sword, he yelled, Im from a neutral country back in our wor!
Before he could finish, a booming voice interrupted him. Parry this NEUTRAL STRIKE! A massive soldier wearing a snarling bear-shaped helmet swung his practice sword with bone-shaking force. Gustavus let out a high-pitched scream, dodging wildly.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.
Nearby, Roy lay sprawled on the ground, unmoving but oddly serene. He gazed at the sky with a vacant expression, muttering, The weathers so nice. Maybe we should have a picnic.
STAY WITH ME, ROY! Gustavus shouted desperately, sweat flying as he whipped his head around to check on his comrade.
Focus! Bear roared, slamming his practice sword into Gustavuss, sending it flying out of his hands. Without missing a beat, he barked his next command, Time for a run. Start moving!
But were completely out of energy! Gustavus protested, clutching his knees.
Bears steely gaze didnt waver. If youve got the energy to talk, youve got the energy to run.
From the ground, Roy gave a feeble thumbs-up. Yeah, Gus! You tell him!
Bears sharp glare turned toward them both, his tone darkening. Run now, or Ill use my skill to motivate you.
Roy perked up slightly, his usual humor bleeding through. Motivation? Perfect! We could really use that!
Yeah! Gustavus chimed in naively.
Bears lips curled into a toothy grin beneath his helmet. As you wish.
Before their eyes, Bears already massive form began to expand. Thick fur sprouted across his body as his arms swelled to monstrous proportions, his entire figure shifting into something half-human, half-beast. A primal, ice-cold growl rumbled from his chest as he loomed over the two hapless champions.
The only problem, Bear said, his voice guttural, is that Im hungry. I suggest you start running.
Roy and Gustavus froze for half a heartbeat before screaming in unison, RUN!
With adrenaline coursing through their veins, they bolted at full speed. Behind them, Bear let out a deafening roar and launched into pursuit, his transformed frame moving with terrifying agility. What had begun as training now resembled a life-or-death chase, the kind of motivation no one wanted but couldnt ignore.
At the Docks
The Flying Turnip was a flurry of activity as Niles and his party prepared to set sail. All that remained was the final delivery to the ship. Niles couldnt shake the lingering doubt about whether their plan had worked.
From the distance, the local adventurers guild approached, pulling a wagon laden with boxes. One of the crates, conspicuously painted with green cabbages, caught Niless eye. The group moved briskly but not so hastily as to draw undue attention.
As they drew near, Polly lowered her hood, revealing her face. Weve got your delivery, she said, signaling to her adventurers to start loading the supplies onto the ship.
Niles stepped forward to meet her. Thank you, for everything.
Polly smiled warmly. Thats why you hired us. Her gaze drifted toward the distant slums, where smoke from their burned guild hall still rose in defiance. She chuckled lightly. We needed to renovate anyway.
Niles returned her smile, his lips silent but his eyes speaking volumes of gratitude.
Once the adventurers finished unloading, they returned to the dock. Polly turned back to Niles. Take care, Sir Niles, she said with a touch of warmth. We have one last surprise for you. She nodded toward a burly man carrying a bouquet.
Flowers! the burly man said gruffly, handing Niles a carefully arranged bundle of blooms.
Polly stepped back. We still have one last task to complete. Safe travels, Sir Niles.
Niles hesitated, not ready to part just yet. Squeaky, his feathered familiar, fluttered onto his shoulder. Leaning in, Niles whispered something to the bird before sending it toward Polly.
Squeaky landed on her shoulder, chirping as Niless words echoed in her mind. Polly looked momentarily surprised, then thoughtful. Finally, she smiled. Its just a matter of gold, she murmured. For now, lets stay in touch. She gently scratched Squeakys head, eliciting a happy trill before the bird flew back to Niles.
Niles nodded and waved goodbye. Turning to the ship, he raised his voice. Captain Veggieplank! Were ready to set sail!
The captain responded with a hearty, Aye aye!
Winston and Tesla worked quickly to pull up the anchor while Niles hauled in the gangplank. Soon, The Flying Turnip was gliding away from Xandrias capital, setting course for Monster Island.
"What did you ask her?" Winston inquired, his curiosity piqued.
Niles smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Just how much it would cost to recruit her and her companions in the future. Well need capable people if were going to grow our kingdom!"
He radiated confidence, practically beaming with enthusiasm. Winston decided not to press further, shaking his head with a small smile.
Niles joined him and Tesla at the ships stern, where they gazed back at the city shrinking in the distance. How are you guys feeling? Niles asked, his excitement evident.
Winston shrugged. A bit early to say.
Tesla, however, grinned widely. Ive never been on a ship before. This journey already feels incredible!
Niles nodded enthusiastically. Thats the spirit!
Winston shot them both a bemused look.
Anyway, Winston said, exhaling, weve got the essentials: food, tools, kitchen utensils, a fishing net
Tesla cut in, And a huge pot!
Winston nodded. Its not enough for luxury, but itll cover our basic needs.
Niles looked at Winston, his eyes almost tearful. Youre such a reliable party member.
Winston smiled. Well, thank you. Oh, and we got some fish for Sque
Before he could finish, Squeaky darted to his shoulder, staring at him with wide, expectant eyes. Winston chuckled. Ill get you some. He started toward the storage. By the way, Felix wanted to speak with you.
Niless face lit up. Hes awake?
Winston nodded.
Without hesitation, Niles made his way to the captains quartersthe only proper room on the ship apart from the cargo hold. Pushing open the creaky wooden door, he saw Felix resting on a modest bed, a damp cloth on his forehead.
Niles sat beside him, grinning. Welcome to the cool gang! After a brief pause, he asked, How are you feeling?
Felixs voice was weak, but his determination showed. The captain, he began, be careful around him.
Niles leaned in. Did your skill activate on him?
Felix gave a faint nod. Yes.
Niless expression turned serious. Felixs skill, the ability to discern whether someone leaned toward good or bad, had proven invaluable during the coup at the ball.
Felix drew a shaky breath. Winston told me everything. Thank you, Sir Niles.
Niles shook his head. No need to thank me. It was the only humane thing to do. He hesitated, then added, But I havent heard your final decision yet. Would you like to join our party?
A long silence followed before Felix whispered, Yes.
Niles smirked. Just so you know, were heading to Monster Island.
Felix managed a faint grin. Ill do whatever I can to keep the party safe.
Niles nodded approvingly. Rest now. He dipped the cloth into a bowl of water, wrung it out, and placed it gently back on Felixs forehead. Quietly, he left the room, closing the door with care.
Niles climbed the steps leading to the ships helm, where Captain Veggieplank was focused on navigating the waters.
How long will it take to reach Monster Island? Niles asked.
The captain scratched his stubbly white beard. Depends on the weather, but Id say about seven days.
Niles nodded, a grin spreading across his face. Great! Plenty of time for us to get to know each other better!
Captain Veggieplank shot him a dry look, clearly unamused. Being social isnt part of the fare, he grumbled, the tone of a sailor accustomed to solitude.
Niles nodded but leaned in slightly, his natural charisma kicking into gear. The fare? he echoed, activating his Earthly-sales-learned-skill, Mirror the Lead. Repeating the last word of what the other part is saying.
The captain grunted. Aye, thats right. Golds hard to come by these days, yarr.
Niles tilted his head, encouraging him. These days?
Aye, the captain continued, steering the ship with a practiced hand. The crowns bleeding us dry with taxes. Feels like their hands are buried deep in my pockets!
Pockets? Niles prompted, his tone feigning curiosity.
Veggieplank waved a calloused hand. Cant even afford decent clothes anymore! Wasnt like this in the old days, I tell ye!
Niles smirked, his hook baited. The old days?
That did it. The captains gruff demeanor softened as he launched into tales of his youth. He regaled Niles with stories of epic journeys, bitter betrayals, treasure hunts, and the years he spent stranded on a desolate island.
And so, the voyage began, filled not only with wind and waves but also with the captains vivid stories painting pictures of a world Niles had yet to fully explore.
Chapter 42: Free Riders
The open sea stretched endlessly before them, the nation of Xandria now a distant memory on the horizon. The salty breeze played with their hair, and the gentle lapping of waves provided a soothing rhythm. Water spanned as far as the eye could see, an unbroken expanse of blue.
Winston approached Niles, his tone measured but with a hint of mischief. Should we check the cabbage box? he asked, implying they should see how the rescued smith was faring inside.
Niles smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He can afford to wait a little longer, he replied, his grin widening. Would be a shame to let his attitude spoil this perfect weather. His smirk then morphed into something more devilish. Besides, the longer we wait, the better deal Ill get when I negotiate for a new weapon. Let him stewits an investment!
Niles hunched slightly, his hands clasped together like a scheming villain holding back a cackle. Winston raised an eyebrow at him. I assume you have a more practical reason than spite?
Niles straightened up, attempting to look innocent. Of course! I mean, its just safer to put more distance between us and Xandria, you know, in case someones following us.
Winston crossed his arms. Didnt you already take precautions against that? And you sent Squeaky to scout, Id say youve gone above and beyond.
Niles blinked and gestured vaguely. Well, yeah, but you can never be too careful. Right?
Winstons gaze was flat, his tone sharp. Or is this about your end of the bargain with Vulcan?
Niles stiffened, his voice dropping to a failed whisper. Maybe... a little...
Winston sighed, long and deep. Very well. Ill trust your judgment.
Niles immediately threw his hands up. No, dont do that! Thats how we ended up in this mess! Youre supposed to be the smart one here!
Winston smirked at the clear skies, his voice calm. Then lets enjoy this peace and quiet while it lasts.
Niles burst out laughing. Thats the spirit! Thats what Im talking about!
Meanwhile, Tesla leaned against the railing, sketching and scribbling notes as he observed the horizon. Niles sidled up to Winston and whispered conspiratorially, By the way, have you told him were banished and headed to Monster Island?
Winston, hearing this, folded his hands neatly into his robes. No, I thought it would be better for the crew to focus their grievances on one person instead of two. Delegation is key. He smiled faintly.
Niles clapped him on the back. Thats why youre the intellectual one! Always thinking ahead!
Then the realization hit him. Niles frowned. Wait a second
Winston cut him off with a serene tone. Im off to enjoy this lovely weather.
Niles pointed at the small ship around them. You know were on a tiny boat, right? Theres not exactly a lot of places to wander, I can see you basically everywhere.
But Winston kept walking, unbothered, his robes swaying lightly with the breeze.
Niles stared after him, a smirk tugging at his lips. I swear, Im a terrible influence on that man.
Niles thought to himself, "I should head back to the captain. Felixs warning still rings in my ears. That skill of his had hinted that the captains personality leans toward hostility. The phrase from Earth surfaced in his mind: Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. If Captain Veggieplank couldnt be swayed, at least Niles could keep an eye on him and ensure his actions stayed predictable.
With that resolve, he made his way to the helm and struck up conversation with the captain once more.
As night fell, the sky darkened into an inky void, the stars barely piercing through the thick clouds. Squeaky descended from above, landing on Niless shoulder with a satisfied chirp. Nothing to report? Niles asked, scratching the bird affectionately under its beak. The bird shook its head. Good job, buddy, Niles said with a small sigh before straightening up. All right, time to check the cabbage box.
He motioned for Winston to join him, while Tesla remained stationed with Captain Veggieplank at the helm. Despite being an engineer and more at home with blueprints than boats, Tesla had been given an impromptu crash course in navigation. The captain, half-amused and half-serious, explained the basics of sailing and what course to hold. Teslas face grew increasingly pale, especially when Captain Veggieplank added, Niles says youre a miracle worker. Told me theres nothing you cant do. The engineer swallowed hard, recognizing Niless trademark exaggerations that Winston mentioned earlier.
Meanwhile, Niles and Winston descended into the cargo hold. The air was damp, heavy with the smell of salt and mold. The faint creak of the wooden hull mixed with the rhythmic sound of waves slapping against it, amplifying the eerie stillness.
They approached the cabbage box. Using a metal tool Winston had purchased earlier, they pried the lid open. Inside was Vulcan, cramped and furious, his muscular arms and grizzled beard making him look more like a feral statue than a smith.
What took you so long? Vulcan growled, his voice sharp with irritation. I cant even move! My bodys been stuck in this position for hoursits excruciating!
Niles grinned as he examined the scene. You look like a sculpture, he quipped before bursting into laughter at his own joke.
Vulcan groaned. I never know whether to be angry or amused with you because you laugh at everything you say!
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Winston, however, raised an eyebrow at Niles, his tone serious. Sir Niles, he began, lets recap: youve been in this world for just a few days, and already youve been in multiple fights, a duel, stabbed, shot with an arrow, punched, insulted, rejected
Im just misunderstood! Niles cut in, his voice defensive.
Before Winston could respond, a low, warm chuckle came from another box nearby. The trio froze, exchanging wary glances.
Wait! Vulcan shouted from his crate. Arent you supposed to let me out first?
Niles mimicked his tone mockingly. Arent you supposed to let me out first? He turned to Winston. Did you hear that? Not even a please.
Winston nodded solemnly. Shameful. Smiths these days are really leaning into old stereotypes.
From within the box, Vulcans voice rose in indignation. When I get out of here, youll both get a piece of my mind! Youth todayno respect, no manners! Back in my day He trailed into a string of muttered complaints.
Niles walked back to the cabbage box and peered inside. Well be right back, he said matter-of-factly before gently lowering the lid back down. Vulcans muffled protests and curses echoed from within as Niles patted the lid.
Lets go see whos laughing in the other box, he said, grinning at Winston. They left Vulcan muttering bitterly to himself, his threats swallowed by the confines of the crate.
Niles and Winston approached the source of the laughter with cautious steps. They exchanged a glance, both taking deep breaths before lifting the lid. Inside were a young woman and a boy, cramped but surprisingly composed.
Niles blinked in disbelief as he locked eyes with the woman. Lina? he asked, his tone unsure as if questioning his own sight.
She smiled softly, a picture of innocence. Hi, Sir Niles.
Niless brows furrowed. What are you doing here?
Winston remained silent, observing the exchange.
Lina folded her hands neatly and explained, Well, we were hiding out at the adventurers guild and overheard your conversation with Polly. So, we asked her to smuggle us onto your shipme and my little brother, Finn. She gestured to the boy beside her. We figured anywhere would be better than staying in the capital.
Niles cut straight to the chase. Were going to Monster Island. His voice was flat, no hesitation.
MONSTER ISLAND?! Vulcans booming voice echoed from his crate nearby, cutting through the moment like thunder.
Niles sighed in resignation. And there goes the peaceful silence.
IS THAT WHY YOU LEFT ME IN HERE? FOR SILENCE?! Vulcan roared again, his indignation spilling out.
Ignoring him for the moment, Niles focused on Lina and Finn, their faces drained of color as the weight of the news settled in. Together, he and Winston helped the pair climb out of the box. They were still silent, likely processing their decision to stow away on a ship headed for such a perilous destination.
With a weary sigh, Niles turned back to Vulcans crate. All right, smithy, dont bite when I let you out.
Vulcan growled low, like a cornered beast, but Niles pried open the crate anyway, dismantling the boards to finally free the irate smith. Vulcan groaned as he stretched his stiff limbs, his expression promising payback.
Niles clapped his hands together to gather everyones attention. All right, listen up. This is important: dont tell anyone else on this ship that youre wanted fugitives.
He looked pointedly at Lina. That includes you, but honestly, if the Xandrian soldiers caught you, theyd probably use you to get to your brother. So be extra cautious.
Lina nodded solemnly.
Niles shifted his gaze to Finn, grinning. So, still no luck using your good-with-numbers skill, huh?
Finn muttered something under his breath, his expression a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.
Niles let out an exaggerated sigh. Anyway, lets go meet the rest of the crew. He gestured to Winston. This is Winston, by the way. Former court assistant and all-around dependable guy.
Winston nodded formally. Nice to meet you all.
Niles waved his hand toward the stairs. Lets go.
The group emerged from the cargo hold, greeted by the cool, salty breeze of the open sea. The night was dark, but the fresh air and space above deck were a welcome change.
Niles cupped his hands around his mouth and called out, Oi! Captain Veggieplank! Tesla! Come down here and meet our guests!
The captains voice responded immediately, his tone incredulous. Freeloaders?!
Lina stepped forward, her voice gentle. Thank you for having us aboard, Captain. Her words carried a warmth, and her skill Gift of Joy, (Anything you givebe it food, an item, or even a kind wordinstills a subtle, warm sense of happiness in the recipient) activated, sending a faint wave of happiness over the gruff sailor.
Captain Veggieplanks cheeks reddened as he cleared his throat. Well, uh, you know... its all part of my work ethic. He puffed out his chest, grinning proudly.
Tesla descended from the helm, offering a polite nod. Hello, he greeted.
Niles introduced him with dramatic flair. This man is our engineeran absolute genius wholl go down in history for his inventions!
Tesla smiled humbly. Thank you, Sir Niles, but I owe everything to the giants whose shoulders I stand on. He saluted briefly, a gesture to his former mentors, unaware that Niles was shamelessly buttering him up.
Meanwhile, Vulcans sharp eyes scanned the ship, taking in every detail. After a moment, he gave a curt nod. Plenty of room for improvements, he remarked. Without waiting for the groups response, he left the small group and strode purposefully toward the ships helm. Im sure the captain will appreciate my expertise.
Niles noticed but leave him be. He turned back to Lina, Niles softened his tone. By the way, its a good thing youre here. Could you look after Felix in the captains cabin? Hes recovering, but he still needs some care.
Lina nodded, her expression resolute. Of course.
As Lina followed Niles, her heart began to pound harder with every step, a soft flush spreading across her cheeks. When Niles opened the door and gestured her inside, she stepped into the captain''s quarters and saw Felix resting on the bed, his face pale but peaceful.
Quietly, Lina approached and sat down beside him. Her gaze fell on the cloth resting on Felixs forehead, now dry. Carefully, she picked it up, dipped it into the nearby bowl of water, and wrung it out before placing it gently back onto his forehead. Her skill activated, sending a subtle warmth and a sense of happiness through Felixs resting form.
Felixs eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, before settling on her face. A faint smile appeared as he murmured, Angel, is that you?
Lina couldnt help but smile in return, her presence radiating the gentle warmth of sunlight. No, its just me, she said softly, tucking a strand of her short blonde hair behind her ear as their eyes met again. Lina.
Felixs smile widened slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. Lina. He closed his eyes again, the smile lingering as he drifted back into rest.
From across the room, Finn, Linas younger brother, broke the moment with an incredulous tone. Whos the half-dead guy over there?
Niles responded with exaggerated enthusiasm. That, my young friend, is our securitya real guard from the castle!
Finn tilted his head skeptically, eyeing Felix. Yeah, he looks real great at protecting, he said, his voice dripping with mockery.
Lina whipped around to glare at her brother, her expression sharp with disapproval. Finn!
Sensing the brewing tension, Niles intervened with a grin. Im sure hell be amazing once hes recovered, he said, clapping Finn on the shoulder. Anyway, how about we check out the view from the helm? Its pretty cool.
Finn looked unimpressed, crossing his arms.
Leaning in conspiratorially, Niles added, I also have a flying familiar Id like to introduce you to.
Finns eyes lit up with curiosity. You do?!
Niles nodded, then turned to Lina. Would it be okay if we left you here for a while?
Lina smiled warmly and nodded. Of course. But, she pointed a warning finger at Finn, you behave yourself!
Finn rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh.
Niles chuckled, guiding the boy out of the room and shutting the door behind them, leaving Lina alone to tend to Felix in peaceful quiet.
Chapter 43: The Kings Verdict - The Hunt Begins
Prince Xhiva stood naked in the throne room, his bloated, overweight body an awkward centerpiece in the grand hall. The sight was strange, but given the events of recent days, it wasnt entirely out of place. His wide, bewildered eyes scanned the room, which was filled with soldiers and vassals of the crown. On the throne of a thousand crowns sat King Xerxes, his fingers pressed into his temples as if he could knead away his growing frustration.
My son, the king began, his tone heavy with disappointment, you promised to hang the two criminals. And yet, here you are telling me that not only did a mere child slip through your grasp, but the other criminalwho was already secured in the pilloryescaped as well. Explain.
The naked prince fidgeted, clearing his throat. The second criminal managed to convince the executioner to let him go.
Xerxes froze mid-massage, then slowly let his hands fall. And how, pray tell, did he manage that?
Prince Xhiva shifted uncomfortably. He told the executioner that deep down hes a good person.
Silence followed, broken only by the faint shuffling of boots as some guards struggled to keep their composure. The kings fingers dragged down his face as though trying to peel away the sheer absurdity of the situation. Finally, he turned to Dragon, the commander of the Xargian Guard.
Dragon, Xerxes commanded, his voice a low growl, walk me through this circus of failures. I cant even look at that slob. He waved dismissively at his son, whose face flushed as the room erupted into a ripple of poorly stifled chuckles.
Far from the center of attention, Prince Xander leaned casually against a pillar, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His amusement, however, was short-lived as Princess Xemena elbowed him sharply in the ribs. Behave, she hissed, her tone icy. The last thing we need is more punishments from Father.
Xander raised his hands in mock surrender, his smile shrinking but not entirely vanishing. No harm meant, he murmured.
Dragon stepped forward, his voice as steady and cold as steel. My king, after a thorough investigation and numerous interrogations, we have identified a primary suspect.
Xerxes brow furrowed. And who might that be?
Dragons words sliced through the hall. We believe Sir Niles is responsible for todays chaos.
The declaration landed like a thunderclap, sending ripples of shockor something resembling itthrough the room. For Sir Roy and Sir Gustavus, however, the impact was less devastating and far more comedic. They exchanged quick glances, their faces strained as they bit back their laughter, the sheer absurdity of the details threatening to crack their composure.
Dragon began recounting the days events and laying out the evidence they had gathered. Her voice was steady and deliberate, carrying the weight of each revelation.
To begin, she said, one of my soldiers overheard Sir Niles discussing a second attack on our castle. He claimed it would take place during the public hanging and would be signaled beforehand. She paused briefly, allowing the gravity of her words to sink in. This soldier immediately reported it to me, and we issued warnings to the castle. Shortly afterward, the commander of the castle defenses informed us that another individualnone other than the father of the banished castle assistanthad also come forward, confirming Sir Niles warning. This prompted us to heighten security measures further.
Dragon stepped into the center of the hall, her armor glinting faintly under the throne rooms chandeliers as all eyes followed her. She resumed, her tone unwavering.
While Sir Niles roamed the city, there were several moments when he slipped from our sight. When we relocated him, he was heading toward the harbor and boarded a ship. At that moment, the two Xargian Guards assigned to monitor him inexplicably chose to split up. She let her gaze sweep across the gathered nobles and soldiers. One of those guards, Wolf, returned to the castle. As he approached the moat, he noticed something unusual: the flag hanging on the stone wall above the moat bridge had been replaced with a flag from Zairule.
A collective gasp echoed through the throne room. Whispers of How? and Could it be true? rippled among the crowd. Dragon raised a hand to command silence and continued.
We dont yet know how this was accomplished. Regardless, when Wolf demanded to be let into the castle to report directly to the king, he was denied entry due to heightened security protocols. The castle commander insisted on verifying his identity through the holy crystal to ensure he was not an imposter posing as a member of the Xargian Guard.
Dragon paused, her voice dropping lower as she delivered the next revelation. But when they went to retrieve the holy crystal it was gone.
The room erupted into chaos. Gasps and shouts of disbelief filled the air.
Impossible! someone shouted. Others demanded, Who was the last to handle it? There must be records!
Dragon let the noise die down on its own before speaking again, her words measured and precise. According to our records, the last person to borrow the holy crystal was She hesitated, the weight of her next words palpable.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.
Prince Xander.
The throne room fell deathly silent, the accusation landing like a thunderbolt. All eyes turned toward Xander, who remained leaning casually against the pillar, though his scarlet eyes now glinted with a hint of tension. Xemena, standing beside him, stiffened visibly, her fingers curling into fists.
Xander arched a brow, a faint smile playing at his lips. Well, he said softly, breaking the silence, thats certainly inconvenient.
Dragons voice cut through the tense air as she continued her report. However, she added, we did interrogate Prince Xander, and the king has used his skill, Veritas Gaze, to confirm that Xander speaks the truth, he did return the holy crystal. Her gaze swept over the room. I understand that some of you remain skeptical, especially since there was a skill used during the midnight attack at the ball that could interfere with others abilities. We suspect that individual was aligned with the Zairulian assassins. Dragon took a deep breath before pressing on. Regardless, the holy crystal is missing. We will conduct more interrogations with the king to uncover the thief. If we cannot recover it, we must consider the possibility that this was Sir Niles plan all along. How he might have executed it remains unclear.
A nobleman, his finger thrust forward, interrupted with a sharp accusation. The culprits must be Sir Niles summoned companions! His words drew scornful looks from Roy and Gustavus, who glared at him in silent disdain.
Dragon sighed heavily. Those two are innocent. They were among the first we interrogated.
She resumed her account. Returning to the sequence of events: when Wolf was denied entry to the castle, he feared a coup had taken place. Acting on instinct, he sounded his war horn and stormed the gates. The commotion caused the fortress security to ring the castle bells, summoning aid. When my guards and I abandoned our posts in the city center to return to the castle, we encountered the Zairulian flag on the stone wall and found our loyal subject, Wolf, bleeding on the ground. Naturally, we assumed the worst. This led to me confronting Prince Xander, who appeared...confused.
From his place in the room, Xander smirked and interjected, A fine sparring session, if I do say so myself.
Xemena, standing beside him, jabbed another elbow into his ribs. Stop it. Youve spent too much time with that jester. Dont interrupt, she hissed, referring to Niles influence on her brother.
King Xerxes leaned forward on his throne, his voice low and demanding. What do we know about the flag? How did it get there?
Dragon continued, We questioned merchants in the commercial district. One saleswoman claimed to have sold a flag of Zairule earlier that day. However, it wasnt specifically requestedshe said it could have been any flag. She described the buyer as matching Niles appearance. She exhaled, her frustration evident. Still, we have no explanation for how the flag was placed on the wall outside the gate.
Nearby, Roy and Gustavus whispered to each other.
Do you think Niles just pulled off a false flag operation? Roy asked, his tone incredulous.
Gustavus stroked his chin in thought. I dont see what hed gain from it...aside from annoying the king, of course.
Their whispered conversation was interrupted when Prince Xander stepped forward, his expression thoughtful. Dragon, this might seem like an odd question, but during all of this chaos, was there a bird involved?
Dragon blinked, caught off guard. A bird? Well, yes. According to reports, a bird was seen flying around the city and occasionally landing on Niles shoulder. Why do you ask? Is it significant?
Roy and Gustavus exchanged pale, exasperated looks. Yup, Gustavus muttered, its definitely Niles behind all of this.
No doubt about it, Roy agreed, both looking mentally drained by the revelation.
Xander smiled faintly, shifting topics with ease. And what of the burned-down building in the poor district?
Dragon nodded. The Adventurers Guild. Apparently, an internal fight broke out. Candles were knocked over during the commotion, and the building was quickly engulfed in flames.
The room murmured in disdain. No surprise there, someone muttered. Theyre nothing but ruffians. That place was a dump anyway.
King Xerxes rose from his throne, silencing the chatter with a commanding gesture. His voice boomed through the hall. Enough. Ive heard enough. Ive made my decision. He stood tall, his arm outstretched like a spear, his presence demanding absolute attention.
Based on the evidence, I command that Niles be brought back here to give his testimony. If he is proven guilty, he will face the gallows. Go and retrieve him at once.
Dragon saluted. At once, my king. Well prepare a ship immediately.
The king raised a hand to stop her. No. Wait until after the hearing. Our top priority remains finding the holy crystal. His voice grew darker, a fire burning behind his scarlet eyes. Many of you may wonder why we bother pursuing someone who is heading to Monster Island. Niles will likely meet his end there. But anyone who dares to make fools of us must be punished!
A meek, wounded voice interrupted. Father...I feel like a fool already. Would it be fair if I returned to my chambers to dress?
Xerxes pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling deeply as he remembered that his youngest son, Prince Xhiva, had been standing in the hall without a stitch of clothing the entire meeting. Waving a hand in dismissal, he said, Fine. Go.
Xhiva bowed awkwardly, his overweight frame wobbling slightly as he did. Thank you, my king. Your mercy knows no bounds. I shall strive never to embarrass you again. He waddled out of the throne room like a fat penguin, eliciting muffled chuckles from the crowd.
King Xerxes sank back into his throne, his expression darkening as he muttered a string of unflattering remarks about his children under his breath. Before the silence could settle, a figure stepped forward, clad in the sharp attire of the naval military.
My king, the officer began, his voice steady and resolute, I propose that the fleet pursuing Sir Niles depart at first light. The rocky cliffs beneath our coastal waters have protected us from countless naval attacks, but theyre treacherous to navigate, especially at night. Well be ready to set sail with the dawn.
King Xerxes nodded curtly. So be it. I entrust this mission to you. Coordinate with Dragon on the preparations. His voice then rose slightly as he issued a broader command. This will be a long meeting. Food and refreshments have been prepared in the adjoining chamber. Take this time to rest and gather your thoughts. When the bell sounds, you are to return here promptly.
As the attendees murmured their acknowledgments and began filing out of the hall, Xerxes turned his gaze toward the painted glass windows. The night outside was cloaked in darkness, the stars twinkling faintly above the city. His expression hardened, his scarlet eyes gleaming like embers.
Ill make you regret this, Niles, he muttered under his breath, venom lacing every word.
Far across the sea, on a distant, rocking vessel, Niles shivered unexpectedly, the sensation running down his spine like an icy caress.
What is it? Winston asked, watching him with a raised brow.
Niles rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. I dont know...just got a bad feeling all of a sudden. He laughed it off, though the uneasy sensation lingered.
Chapter 44: The Whereabouts of The Goddess
Prince Xhiva trudged to his chambers, the cold of the stone floor barely registering against the deeper chill of shame. The whispers of onlookers, however, stung like nettles. He opened his door with trembling hands and stepped inside. His breath was unsteady, but his movements carried no angeronly a heavy, unshakable sadness.
All his life, Xhiva had wanted one thing: his fathers approval. His older brother, Prince Xander, was celebrated as one of the realm''s strongest warriors. His older sister, Princess Xemena, despite her sharp tongue and fiery demeanor, was admired for her striking beauty. And then there was himXhiva stared at his reflection in the mirror, his own image mocking him. Rolls of fat hung over his frame, his shoulders slouched, his eyes hollow with self-loathing.
For a moment, frustration boiled over. His gaze flicked to the flail lying by the mirrora dark wooden handle connected to a heavy chain ending in a spiked metallic ball. Without thinking, he grabbed it and swung. The mirror shattered, shards of glass scattering across the floor as he stood there, panting. Slowly, tears welled in his eyes, tracing their way down his round face.
"I was so close," he muttered through clenched teeth, his voice breaking. "That man ruined everything." He exhaled shakily, forcing down the bubbling rage that threatened to consume him.
Composing himself, Xhiva dressed, pulling on layers of clothing fit for the outdoors. His movements were methodical as he reached into a hidden compartment in his drawer. There, beneath a weathered garment, lay the holy crystal. He cradled it for a moment, his fingers trembling before tucking it securely into his pocket.
"Its not over yet," he whispered to himself.
Shrouded in a heavy robe, Xhiva ensured no one saw him as he slipped into the shadows. His destination: a hidden passageway concealed behind a pillar, subtly different from the others in the castle. Pressing a specific stone, a hidden door creaked open, revealing a dark, narrow tunnel. He slipped inside, the door sealing shut behind him, blending seamlessly with the surrounding stone.
The air in the tunnel was damp and heavy, carrying the faint echo of distant dripping water. A voice cut through the silence. "Who goes there?"
Xhivas reply was soft but deliberate. "A guest of the Dragon."
There was a pause, then a sudden burst of light. Flames roared to life, illuminating the tunnel and stinging his eyes. As his vision adjusted, he saw the source of the light: a sword, its blade engulfed in fire, held aloft by a man.
"Welcome, Prince Xhiva," said the figure. It was Lion of the Xargian Guard, though he wore no snarling beast helmet tonight. His face, pale and unscarred, was framed by close-cropped blond hair. His piercing blue-gray eyes seemed to pierce through the dim tunnel. Black tattoos snaked from his neck downward, disappearing beneath his armor.
Lions voice was calm but urgent. "We dont have much time. Follow me."
A heavy bag sat at his feet, clearly packed for a long journey. He slung it over his shoulder and turned, leading the way deeper into the tunnel. Xhiva followed in silence, his heart pounding. The air felt heavier with each step, his stomach twisting with anxiety. All he could think of was the summoning bellwhat if it rang before he was back?
After what felt like an eternity, they reached the tunnels end. Lion sheathed his flaming sword, the fire extinguishing with a faint hiss. He carefully opened a hatch overhead, glancing around to ensure no one was near.
The two emerged into a small, unassuming storehouse on the outskirts of the castle grounds. Lion cracked the door open to the outside, his movements cautious and precise. The coast was clear.
They stepped into the cool night air and began their trek toward the city, the castle''s imposing silhouette shrinking behind them. Neither man spoke, but Xhiva''s thoughts churned with fear, hope, and the weight of the holy crystal tucked safely in his pocket.
Prince Xhiva and Lion moved quietly through the city, their steps eventually leading them to the poorer district. The air here was heavier, laced with the scent of damp wood and neglect. Before them stood a shack, its crooked frame and peeling walls uninviting. Lion came to an abrupt halt.
Prince, this is where I leave you, he said curtly, his tone sharp and unyielding. He extended a gloved hand. The compensation. Now.
Xhiva hesitated, then reached into the folds of his robe and produced a pouch. It was heavy with gold, enough to sustain a dozen lifetimes. He placed it into Lions waiting hand. The Xargian Guard opened it, his eyes briefly scanning its contents. Satisfied, he tucked the pouch into a compartment within his armor.
It didnt turn out as I planned, Xhiva said, his voice tinged with regret.
Lion only nodded, his gaze flicking to the shadows, ever watchful. He didnt want to linger longer than necessary.
As they neared the door of the shack, Xhiva asked, What will you do now?
Lions response came quickly, almost clipped. Ill leave Xandria. After that well see. His words were laced with a bitterness he didnt bother to mask.
Im sorry for Xhiva began, but Lion interrupted him.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.
Good luck, Prince. Youll need it. Without another word, Lion turned and disappeared into the night, his heavy bag swaying with each step.
Left alone, Xhiva raised a trembling hand and knocked on the door: five sharp raps, a brief pause, and then two more. A shuffle of movement came from within.
Who goes there? a voice demanded.
A guest of the Dragon, Xhiva replied.
The sound of several locks clicking echoed from behind the door. It creaked open just enough for Xhiva to slip inside. The voice greeted him, Welcome, Prince.
The door shut firmly behind him, sealing him in darkness. The windows were barricaded, allowing no light to penetrate the room. Xhivas eyes struggled to adjust, but even in the shadows, something sinister stirred. Two glowing, slitted yellow eyes emerged from the far side of the room, reptilian in their malevolence.
Well, well, well, your highness. What an honor, a voice sneered, drawing out the last word. It then corrected itself mockingly, Oh, Im sorryPrince. A chorus of low chuckles echoed from unseen figures in the room.
Xhiva stiffened, trying to locate the sources of the laughter, but his attention was drawn back to the eyes. The voice from the shadows was sharp now, its tone biting. Your plan failed because you couldnt keep your end of the bargain. You had no control over your subordinates.
Xhiva swallowed hard, his voice trembling. It wasnt my fault. That manSir Nileshes the one to blame! If he hadnt been there, if Father had just ended him, none of this wouldve happened! His hands shook, staring at them as if they bore the weight of his failures.
The voice scoffed, dripping with disdain. Dont you dare shift the blame. I lost many good men because of your incompetence. Yearsyearsof planning, gone, because of you.
From the darkness, another figure stepped forward. Prince Zacharias, the figure addressed the owner of the glowing eyes, what are your orders?
The glow shifted slightly as Zacharias, Prince of Zairule, leaned back in his chair. His tone was playful, almost cruel. How much do you think the head of a Xandrian prince is worth?
For this one? the figure replied. Not much. But for his older brother? A fortune.
Zacharias sighed theatrically, as though disappointed. Its your lucky day, Xhiva, he said, his voice laced with mockery. Now, do you have our compensation?
Xhiva nodded and produced the holy crystal, its faint glow casting eerie patterns in the darkened room. One of Zachariass men approached, carefully taking it from Xhiva and presenting it to his prince.
Status open, Zacharias commanded. For a brief moment, his status window flared into existence, revealing information visible to all in the room. Then, just as quickly, he dismissed it. He gazed at the crystal in his hand, his voice dropping to a murmur. To think, something so small has fueled so many wars.
He stood, his men visibly relaxing at the prospect of departure. We leave for Zairule tonight, Zacharias announced, his tone triumphant. This will change our kingdoms future. He turned his gaze back to Xhiva, a wicked grin spreading across his face. And Xandrias future as well.
Xhivas heart sank, the weight of his choices crushing him. Yet, there was one thing he needed to know. What about the goddess? he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Is she untouched?
Zachariass grin widened. Ah, such beauty, he mused. It took considerable restraint, but yes, she remains untouched. His smile turned cruel. Though, Im sure shed prefer the company of my men to you. Laughter erupted from the soldiers.
Zacharias tossed a folded letter at Xhivas feet. Heres where shes being kept. Youd better hurryshe doesnt have much food or water left. Maybe shell fall in love with her savior. His mocking laugh echoed through the room.
Xhiva picked up the letter, his hands trembling. One of Zachariass men stepped forward, his expression unreadable. What do you wish to forget?
Xhiva responded mechanically, as though this was routine. Meeting you all. The escort by Lion. Giving away the holy crystal and He hesitated. The punishment from my father earlier.
The man nodded, placing a hand on Xhivas head. Zacharias smirked, leaning in for a final word. A piece of advice, my friend, he said, his voice dripping with malice. Lies grow heavier with time. Once were gone, youll have to choose your words carefully to navigate the kings gaze.
The room fell silent save for Xhivas shuddering breath, the ominous warning sinking deep into his soul.
Zachariass subordinate placed a firm hand atop Xhivas head, his expression unreadable. Meanwhile, Zacharias and his men began filing out of the building, their boots echoing against the worn floorboards. At the threshold, Zacharias paused, turning slightly to deliver a parting remark.
Farewell, Xhiva, prince of Xandria, he said, his tone dripping with mockery. Play your cards wiselythe spell only lasts a day.
Xhiva remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line. The subordinate holding his head muttered the incantation, Forgive and forget. A faint glow emanated from his palm, seeping through Xhivas dark hair like liquid light. It flowed downward, as if sinking into his very thoughts. For a fleeting moment, Xhivas scarlet eyes shimmered with a bluish hue before returning to their crimson glare.
When the haze in Xhivas mind cleared, he blinked in confusion, glancing around the dimly lit room. What what am I doing here? he mumbled, his voice distant and uncertain.
In his hands, he noticed a folded letter with the words Open tomorrow scrawled across it. Without further thought, he tucked it securely into his robes.
The distant toll of bells suddenly broke the silence, ringing with an urgency that made his pulse quicken. His eyes widened. The bells! he exclaimed. Fathers meeting is resuming.
Spinning on his heel, Xhiva dashed out of the shack, his feet pounding against the uneven streets as he made his way back to the castle, each step taking him closer to the looming confrontation ahead.
Meanwhile, Zacharias, the first prince of Zairule, and his men mounted their horses and rode swiftly away from Xandrias capital. Their homeland, a distant island far across the seas, still lay many miles ahead.
Where to now, my lord? one of his men inquired, glancing at Zacharias.
Zacharias slowed his horse slightly, pulling the holy crystal from his pocket. Its surface gleamed faintly in the moonlight as he inspected it. Lets pay the so-called goddess one last visit, he mused aloud, his tone laced with intrigue. Im curious to see if shes truly a goddess or something else entirely.
Another man smirked, his voice lowering to a suggestive tone. Should we do something else with her while were at it? The insinuation hung heavy in the air.
Zacharias turned toward him, shaking his head with a sly grin. Patience, he said, his voice calm but calculated. There are still plenty of opportunities ahead to extract more bribes from Prince Xhiva in exchange for our silence. He chuckled darkly, the gleam in his eyes revealing his scheming nature. After all, our partnership must be built on trust, dont you think?
His men erupted into laughter, their sinister mirth echoing into the cold night as they rode toward the location where the so-called goddess remained imprisoned.
Chapter 45: Shadows Between Brothers
As Xemena and Xander strolled back toward the throne room, the younger of the two spoke with a smirk that carried a hint of mischief. Have you seen little brother? she asked. Xander, calm and measured as always, shook his head. No.
Xemenas tone turned playful, but it was laced with an edge. Its unusual for him to miss any kind of buffet. Her lips curled into a sharper smile. Perhaps Fathers punishment struck him harder than we thought. She chuckled, the sound unkind.
Xander remained silent, but her words lingered in his thoughts. As they neared the throne room, they were joined by other vassals and guests, the halls bustling with activity. Two court assistants stationed at the open gates seemed busy keeping meticulous records of who had returned, ensuring none were absent before the king reconvened the meeting.
Meanwhile, Xhiva was making his way back to the castle, his massive frame drenched in sweat. Beads of it glistened on his forehead as he jogged with surprising urgency. The spell cast by the Zairulian soldier had left his memory fragmented, but some instincts remained intact. One rule was clear: he would return the same way he had left. Approaching a small storage shed outside the castle, he lifted the hatch that concealed the underground passage and disappeared into its depths.
Inside the grand hall, King Xerxes approached one of the court assistants by the entrance. His voice was as commanding as ever. Has everyone returned?
The assistant bowed slightly before replying, Not yet, my king. Were still missing Prince Xhiva.
Nearby, Xemenas sharp ears caught the conversation. She sauntered over, Xander trailing behind her. Perhaps the shame of wandering naked wounded him more than we thought, she remarked with a smirk. Her gaze flicked toward Xander. Brother, how about you fetch him?
Xanders eyes narrowed slightly. Wouldnt that make me late to the meeting as well?
Xemena leaned lazily against the wall, crossing her arms. Perhaps, but if Father punishes you, its no great loss. Youve already grown quite accustomed to strolling around the castle without clothes. Her smirk widened, victorious.
Shes right, King Xerxes interjected, his tone final. Do as your sister says. Without waiting for a reply, the king turned on his heel and strode into the throne room, heading toward the fearsome throne of a thousand crowns.
Xemena pushed off the wall, flicking her long dark hair over her shoulder. Youd better make this quick, she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye, before following their father into the throne room.
Xander sighed in resignation. He moved toward Xhivas chambers, his steps measured, his expression unreadable. When he arrived, he swung open the door and called out, Brother, its time for the meeting!
The room, however, greeted him with silenceand chaos. A smashed mirror lay in jagged shards across the floor. Drawers hung open as if something ravenous had rummaged through them, and clothes were strewn everywhere like remnants of a storm.
Xander frowned, stepping cautiously inside. Xhiva? he called again. Are you here?
The uneasy silence weighed heavy, but it was soon shattered by gasping breaths and the thunderous sound of hurried footsteps. Xhiva barreled into the room, his enormous frame heaving, his forehead slick with sweat.
Xander turned to face him, one brow arched. Why are you dressed like that?
Xhiva, still catching his breath, waved a dismissive hand. Brother, he gasped, if you had any sense of class, youd recognize this as fashion. He collapsed onto the floor, unbuttoning his coat to give himself room to breathe. Is the buffet still open? he asked, his voice heavy with desperation.
No, Xander replied matter-of-factly. It closed when we were summoned back to the meeting.
Xhiva groaned, his frustration palpable. Curse these short breaks! How am I supposed to focus during a meeting if Im starving?
Xander exhaled, his patience thinning. We can take a detour through the kitchen. He sat down beside his brother, surveying the disarray in the room. Did you have an outburst after Fathers punishment?
Xhiva looked at him, puzzled. What punishment?
Xander allowed himself a small smile. Father made you walk back to your chambers without... conventional means.
Xhiva scoffed, his tone dismissive. I dont remember anything like that.
Rising to his feet, Xander extended a hand toward his brother. Perhaps its best we both let that memory go.
Xhiva shook his head and refused the offer, stubborn as ever. With effort, he pushed himself up to his feet. Lets get this over with, he muttered, brushing himself off.
Xander nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips as the two brothers prepared to face their fatherand whatever else awaited them in the throne room.
As they made their way toward the throne room, they took a detour to the royal kitchen. It wasnt long before the staff handed Xhiva a bag brimming with various delicacies, as though his preferences had been pre-written on a menu. Brother, Xhiva began as they resumed their walk, his tone casual, whats your favorite food?
Xander mulled it over seriously, his gaze thoughtful. If I had to choose perhaps fruit. Apples, specifically.
Xhiva balked at the suggestion. Thats not real food, thats just fruit!
Xanders lips curled into a smile. And where, exactly, do you draw the line?
Real food is something crafted by peoplesomething exclusive, Xhiva insisted with a wave of his hand. Worthy of royalty, not fallen scraps from trees for pigs and peasants to chew on.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.
Xander chuckled and scratched his chin in mock contemplation. Well, if I had to pick something made, I rather enjoyed that scone Niles baked during the contest.
Xhiva sighed dramatically, shaking his head. You might be older than me, brother, but your palate is still in its infancy. Someday, Ill introduce you to the true heights of culinary excellence! His face lit up with anticipation, as if already savoring the future feasts.
As they neared the entrance, they noticed Commander Dragon engaged in conversation with a court assistant. Have any of you seen Lion? she asked, her sharp eyes scanning the room.
The assistant shook his head. No, my lady. He hasnt been seen since morning.
Dragon frowned, her mind clearly calculating. But when her gaze fell on the approaching princes, she offered a courteous nod and stepped aside to let them pass into the throne room.
King Xerxess voice echoed through the grand chamber as soon as he saw them. Ah, so my son finally deigns to join us. His tone was sharp but laced with exhaustion. Since youve graced us with your presence, Xhiva, youre next. Without waiting for acknowledgment, Xerxes leaned forward, his glowing gaze bearing down on his son. Do you know anything about the missing holy crystal?
Xhiva, still catching his breath from his hurried arrival, shook his head. No, Father, I do not.
The king studied him intently for a moment, his piercing skill ensuring there was no falsehood in the response. He exhaled heavily. I already knew that, he muttered, leaning back in his throne. What a waste of time.
Dragon stepped forward, bowing slightly. My king, I must report that one of my soldiers, Lion, is missing as well. He hasnt been seen all day.
The kings attention shifted sharply to her. Do you believe he could have taken the holy crystal?
No, my liege, Dragon replied firmly. Lion is loyal to the crown. I suspect his pride was wounded after being denied the honor of reaping the experience points from the injured soldier. He was close to leveling up and mightve sought solitude.
Once again, the king used his skill, his piercing gaze confirming her truthfulness. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. This only confirms what Ive already suspected. Rising from the throne, his tone grew heavier. No one here knows anything about the missing holy crystal. That leaves only one possibility: todays chaos was orchestrated to allow Niles, the exiled summoned jester, to steal it under our noses.
He descended the steps of the throne, his scarlet cape trailing behind him. As he reached Dragon, he lowered his voice to a chilling whisper. Find him. Bring him back. Failure will not be tolerated.
Dragon bowed. As you command, my liege.
Turning to the gathered court, the kings voice boomed anew. This meeting is over. You may all leave.
As the crowd began to disperse, Xerxess attention returned to Xhiva. Dont be late again, he warned. Ive already punished you once.
Xhiva tilted his head, confusion flashing across his face. Punished me? I dont recall any punishment.
The king paused, his scarlet eyes narrowing as he studied his son. A faint smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. No lie? Hah. Then you see it as an honor, do you?
Xhiva bowed respectfully. Every command from you, Father, is an honor.
The king nodded once before striding away, his presence looming even in retreat.
Xander, however, froze in place, his eyes wide as they locked onto Xhiva. His expression darkened, suspicion seeping into every line of his face. Xhiva, he called, his tone quiet but unnervingly sharp.
What is it, brother? Lets leave with the others, Xhiva said, already waddling toward the exit.
Before he could escape, Xander grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around. Brother? Xhiva stammered, startled by the sudden force.
Xanders gaze bore into him, unreadable and cold. At that moment, Xemena, who had lingered behind, opened her mouth to speak, but Xanders commanding voice cut through the air like a blade. LEAVE US.
The sheer authority in his tone made even Xemena flinch. Without a word of protest, she stepped back, ensuring the doors closed behind her as she exited the room.
Now alone, the two brothers stood in the vast throne room, the starlight filtering through the stained glass casting fractured colors across the marble floor.
Brother? Xhivas voice came again, quieter this time, trembling.
Xander took a slow step closer, his tone calm but unyielding as stone. Who are you?
What do you mean? Im meXhiva, your brother! Xhivas voice cracked, desperation clear in his tone.
Answer me! Xander barked, his hand moving to the hilt of his sword. The metallic click of the blade being partially drawn sent a chill through the room.
What do you mean? Xhiva repeated, his face growing pale.
Xanders patience snapped as he fully unsheathed the blade, the cold steel now hovering dangerously near Xhivas neck. Then how did you do it?
Do what? Xhiva stammered, his confusion genuineor so it seemed.
Just now. Xanders voice was low and sharp, a blade of its own. You lied to Father, and his skill didnt activate. Thats never happened beforeexcept once. He paused, swallowing hard as his scarlet eyes locked onto Xhivas. During the attack at the ball the other night.
A heavy silence draped over the room like a burial shroud, the air so still it felt as though the walls themselves were holding their breath.
I dont know what youre talking about, Xhiva protested, attempting to sound firm. But his trembling voice betrayed him.
Xander pressed the blade closer, the cold metal brushing against Xhivas neck. Ill only say this once: dont dance around my question. What kind of punishment did you receive from Father earlier tonight?
Xhiva froze, his lips parting but no words escaping.
You dont remember? Xander pressed, his gaze unwavering. When Xhiva finally met his eyes, Xanders tone shifted, sharper and more precise. Or is it that you cant remember?
Please Xhiva whispered, his voice barely audible.
Where were you earlier? Xander continued, circling him like a predator. You werent in your chambers. You were dressed for the outdoors, sweaty, and gasping for air like youd been running. He paused, his lips curling into a knowing frown. And you never run.
Xhivas breathing quickened. Please, just leave me alone.
Xander ignored his plea and stopped in front of him. What do you know about the missing crystal?
I dont know anything about it, Xhiva said, shaking his head vigorously. I swear.
Xanders patience thinned further, his expression darkening. Should I bring Father here to question you again?
Xhivas mind raced, panic flashing across his face. He lowered his voice, his words slipping out like a confession, seeking a way out. Theres a girl.
Xander hesitated, lowering his blade slightly but keeping it at the ready. Go on, he said, his tone expectant.
Xhiva let out a theatrical sigh and reached into his pocket, producing the folded letter. Shes not of royal blood, he admitted, holding the letter up.
Xander sheathed his sword in a swift motion and snatched the letter from Xhivas hand, unfolding it with practiced efficiency. His eyes scanned the page. An address, he muttered, his brows furrowing. Its quite far from the capital.
Xhiva dropped his composure entirely, speaking in a rush. Ive fallen in love with her. That address is where were supposed to meet next. His voice softened, carrying a note of defeat. You can ask Father if you dont believe my words.
Xander exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. Youre my brother, he said, his tone quieter now but still firm. He thrust the letter back into Xhivas hands with deliberate force, a mix of worry and warning in the gesture. I dont need Fathers skill to know when youre lyingor when youre telling the truth.
Turning toward the door, Xander added without looking back, Be careful. Father doesnt approve of relationships that dont serve the empire.
Xhiva watched his older brothers retreating figure and called after him, his voice steadier now. Ill keep that in mind. Thank you, brother.
A small smile broke across Xhivas lips as Xander made his way out. That was close he whispered to himself, his eyes following Xander, brother.
Chapter 46: Self Declared King & The Secret Of Barrier-ish
The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, casting long shadows across the deck of the ship as tensions mounted.
Winston glanced over both shoulders, his eyes darting nervously to ensure no one was sneaking a peek at his hand.
Across the table, Captain Veggieplank had flipped up his eyepatch, determined to focus both eyes on the game.
Vulcan, the smith with arms like iron, sat sweating profusely, clearly troubled.
Meanwhile, Niles wore a grin that only grew wider by the second.
Whats it gonna be, old man? Niles taunted, leaning forward with a devilish smirk. You cant say zero, and if youre going to start, it has to be at least four.
The game was Plump, a raucous card game from Earth and Niles had snagged the card deck from Roy and Gustavus during their time at the castle. By the look of things, the stakes couldnt have been higher.
Vulcan wiped the sweat from his forehead, clearly trying to shift the conversation. So, uh... whos steering the ship? he asked nervously.
Almost on cue, Teslas booming voice rang out from the helm. I cant believe Im sailing the ship! Its my first time! Am I doing it right, Captain?
Captain Veggieplank, barely glancing up from his hand, waved a dismissive hand. Aye aye, he muttered, his focus firmly on the game.
Vulcan groaned, muttering under his breath, I havent felt this much pressure since I was risking the gallows.
Winston, ever the dry diplomat, quipped, So... since yesterday?
Vulcan glared, his massive hands clutching his cards. Niles leaned in closer, whispering with mock sincerity, Nobody remembers a coward.
The words stung, and Vulcan, summoning every ounce of pride he had, slammed his hand on the table. Five! he declared, committing to the round with a fiery resolve.
Lina emerged from the captains cabin. A roar of laughter erupted from the group on the deck. She caught the tail end of the commotion, her expression curious. Vulcan, his rugged face turning pale, looked as though the world had collapsed beneath him.
Niles wiped a tear from his eye, barely able to contain his amusement. Maybe we should call you Plumpcan instead of Vulcan!
Winston, attempting to console but failing miserably, added, At least you gave it a shot, even though the odds werent great.
Captain Veggieplank, grinning like a man whod just seen his favorite comedy for the hundredth time, chimed in, Ive been on the seas for decades, but Ive never seen such a salty player.
The laughter doubled, and Vulcan, his face a mix of fury and embarrassment, could only glare. Not wanting to disrupt the camaraderie, Lina quietly slipped past them to take a walk around the small ship.
At the rear, her younger brother Finn sat with a fishing rod, his eyes flicking between the horizon and the gentle ripples below. The sea stretched endlessly around them, a serene blanket of blue, though no fish seemed interested in his bait.
How are you feeling? Lina asked, her voice soft.
Finn paused, his gaze thoughtful. Good, he said simply.
And you? he asked in return.
Lina smiled, her expression warm and relaxed. Much better, she said. Would you mind going to Felix in the captains cabin?
Finn nodded, carefully securing the fishing rod before heading below deck.
As Lina made her way to the helm, she caught sight of Tesla, his grin brighter than the midday sun. He looked like a spoiled child given a task far beyond his capabilitiesand loving every minute of it.
The laughter from the card players finally began to die down as Lina approached Niles. She leaned in close and whispered, Sir Niles, Felix is awake.
Niles nodded, standing up and brushing himself off. Alright, time for a check-in, he said, stretching. Turning to Captain Veggieplank, he added, Mind lending back our engineer for a bit?
Captain Veggieplank, still grinning like a man half his age, saluted dramatically. Aye, sir! he barked, heading to the helm. Moments later, Tesla reluctantly descended from his post, his boyish glee replaced with a mock pout.
All right, gang, Niles said, clapping his hands together. Time for a strategy meeting. He pointed toward the captains cabin. Lets go!
With that, the group shuffled inside, the ship rocking gently beneath them as the horizon waited for their next move.
Inside the cramped captains chamber, Felix sat on the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling as though every breath required effort. Sweat clung to his skin, glistening under the dim lantern light. He reached for a goblet of water and drank deeply, his body clearly parched. Shirtless due to the oppressive heat, his muscular framedefined pecs and broad shoulders tapering to a slender formshowed the years of training that hadnt abandoned him, even in his current state of recovery.
All right, were all here, Niles announced, casting a glance around the room. His party was assembled: Felix, the stoic former castle guard; Winston, the ever-polite former assistant; Tesla, the overly eager engineer; Vulcan, the grizzled smith; and the unexpected stowaways, Lina and her younger brother Finn.
Niles turned to Felix, his tone lighter. Good to see youre recovering.
Felix nodded formally, his voice steady despite his condition. Thank you, Sir Niles, and thank you for looking after me.
Niles exhaled, shifting the tone in the room. Alright, first things first. He gestured toward Vulcan. I hired the Adventurers Guild to save you. It cost me a fortune, and I made them a promise on your behalf. I told them that if you joined my party and pledged your allegiance to me, Id tell you everything I know about your missing child.
The rooms air grew heavy, the playful energy evaporating in an instant. Vulcans brow furrowed, his massive hands balling into fists. What do you know? he demanded, his voice low and tense.
Niles leaned back, rubbing his temple. This is going to hurt, he muttered, his eyes scanning the room. But not for youthis ones going to hurt me.
The group looked at him, confused, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Finally, Niles took a deep breath and said bluntly, I dont know anything about your missing child.
The color drained from Vulcans face as the words hit him like a hammer. His eyes widened in disbelief. What? But you said
Yes, Niles interrupted, raising a hand, and I just told you everything I know. Which is nothing.
You LIAR! Vulcan roared, his voice shaking the walls of the small cabin. Before anyone could react, his fist flew, landing squarely on Niless jaw and sending him stumbling backward.
VULCAN, STOP! Lina cried, rushing forward. Winston and Tesla scrambled to pull the enraged smith back as Vulcan seethed, his entire body trembling with fury.
Youre a disgrace and a liar! Vulcan bellowed, his voice trembling with raw anger. I want off this ship!
Niles groaned, propping himself up against the wall as he rubbed his bruised chin. Thats why I said it would hurt me more than it would hurt you. He locked eyes with the smith, his tone steady despite the chaos. But I do have a plan. Its a longshot, but its all Ive got.
Vulcan glared at him, unmoved.
Niles pressed on. I have an agreement with Prince Xander. After the first full moon, well make contact through Squeaky. Ill ask him if he knows anything about your missing childor if he can help us find out.
Vulcans jaw tightened, his anger still burning hot. If Id known you knew nothing, I wouldnt have wasted my time coming here!
Niles pointed at him sharply. And die for nothing by the rope? I saved your life! Lina and Finn risked their lives to warn you the night before as well!
Vulcan shot back without hesitation. I NEVER ASKED FOR THAT!
Niless voice rose, his frustration bubbling to the surface. I MADE A PREORDER FOR A WEAPON! YOU SAID IT WOULD TAKE TWO WEEKS. ITS HARD TO GET IT IF YOURE DEAD!
Vulcans voice boomed back. TWO GOLD IT WOULD COSTNO GOLD, NO SERVICE!
I SAVED YOUR LIFE! Niles shouted, stepping closer.
GRATITUDE IS NOT ACCEPTED AS CURRENCY! Vulcan thundered, his voice practically shaking the ship.
The two men stood glaring at each other, the room thick with tension, while the rest of the group hovered nervously in the background, unsure whether to intervene or stay out of the way.
All right, lets move on to the next item on the agenda! Niles declared with an enthusiasm that made it seem as though the earlier tension had never happened. Im about to tell you all about my skill, he added, a grin spreading across his face.
The group exchanged glances, and Niless energy drew them in. As you all know, my skill was once thought to be useless. Remember that, Winston? Niles shot a teasing glance at his first recruit.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.
Winston sighed, clearly reluctant to revisit the memory. Id rather not, but yes, I remember.
Niless grin widened. Thats because I didnt understand how to use it properly! Back then, I thought it was just a basic barrier skill. But He paused for dramatic effect, leaning forward like a storyteller on the brink of a revelation. Yesterday, while I was hanging out with Xander, I got to touch the holy crystal again.
The room collectively leaned in, their curiosity piqued.
And, Niles continued, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, I clicked the button for more information. He let the sentence hang in the air like it was the punchline to a grand mystery.
Winston rolled his eyes, cutting through the theatrics. Please, Sir Niles, just get to the point.
Niles glared at him briefly, then straightened up. Fine. The point is my barrier skill isnt just a barrier. Its barrier-ish, its permanent! How cool is that?! His grin was so wide it practically shone.
The room didnt erupt into cheers as hed hoped. Instead, there was an awkward silence. Someone coughed.
Tesla raised his hand tentatively. Niles nodded at him eagerly. Yes, Tesla! Youre my guygo ahead!
You said the barrier is permanent. Does that mean it cant be moved? Tesla asked.
Niles nodded. I think so, yes.
Tesla continued, And if uh, you were to perish, would the barrier remain?
Niles hesitated, his confident smile faltering just slightly. Good question. Id rather not find out, though. Next question!
How big is this barrier? Tesla asked.
1,000 square meters of pure awesomeness! Niles announced proudly, then paused and corrected himself so the audience would understand better. Landmass.
Tesla furrowed his brow. Whats a square meter, and how much is 1,000 of them?
Niles scratched his head, clearly struggling with the explanation. Uh Im not great with measurements, but I think its about the size of the city square, he said, looking pointedly at Vulcan. You know, your favorite place in the world.
Vulcans eyes narrowed immediately. Well, you LIED to me!
Niles threw up his hands. NO, I DIDNT! I may have overpromised and underdelivered, but thats COMMON in sales!
Vulcans face darkened. Thats the WORST excuse Ive ever heard! You mustve made trades with FOOLS if thats how you operate!
OBVIOSLY, BECAUSE IT WORKED ON YOU! Niles shot back without missing a beat.
The insult made Vulcan rise to his feet, his fists clenched. Niles stood as well, both men bristling with the threat of another brawl.
Before they could swing, Winston cleared his throat loudly. Excuse me, Sir Niles, Vulcan, but could we please continue the meeting?
Both men froze, glared at each other for a moment, and then reluctantly sat back down.
Finn leaned toward Lina, whispering, Is he really a summoned champion?
Yes, Lina replied softly, her tone laced with a mix of amusement and resignation. At least I think so. She added.
Meanwhile, Vulcan sat grumbling, clearly unsure how to process the rollercoaster of emotions.
Tesla, unfazed, raised another question. You described the size of the barrier like the city square. Thats not much, is there any way we can move the barrier if needed?
Niles nodded. Good question, Ill come back to you with an answer later on.
Winston chimed in, his tone thoughtful. Will the barrier actually keep things out? You know, make it safe inside?
Niles puffed out his chest with pride. I hope so!
Tesla arched an eyebrow. Does that answer qualify as overpromise and underdeliver?
Niles smirked. Id call it underpromise and overdeliver.
Vulcan crossed his arms, snorted, and muttered, More like overpromise and underdeliver SINCE ITS YOU.
LIKE PLACING A PREORDER AT YOUR SMITHY! Niles bite back.
NO GOLD NO SERVICE! Vulcan reminded again with a shout.
Before the argument could erupt again, Linas soft voice cut through the tension. Um Im sorry to interrupt, but can Finn and I stay with you? I dont know how much we can contribute, and I dont want to be a burden.
The room turned toward her, her tone warm but nervous. She fiddled with her patched-up dress, clearly worried about rejection.
Felix opened his mouth to respond but faltered. Niles, however, answered casually, Of course! Wed be honored to have you both. We need honest, hardworking people like you.
The room fell silent for a moment, the tension easing.
Then, as if on cue, Niles and Vulcan pointed at each other and shouted in unison, UNLIKE THAT ONE!
The argument reignited immediately, the two trading barbs until Vulcan landed another slap on Niles, sending him stumbling back.
Why is it always the face? Niles muttered, rubbing his cheek as the group erupted into laughter. Winston leaned over, shaking his head, and muttered, The meeting, sir Niles. Could we at least finish it before you engage in another duel? Winstons tone was flat but carried the weight of his exasperation.
Niles pouted like a child denied a second dessert, his lips curling out as he avoided Winstons gaze. Fine, he muttered, dragging the word out with dramatic defeat.
He straightened his posture, clapped his hands together, and announced, Now, for the funny part! His grin was back in full force. Ill be assigning everyones roles!
The group perked up slightly, their curiosity outweighing their shared exhaustion.
Niles took a deep breath, puffing out his chest. Since were going to be the first to settle on Monster Island, we need to maximize everyones strengths for our success. He paused, allowing the suspense to build before pointing at himself with both thumbs. Naturally, Ill be king.
He waited for applause. None came.
Instead, Vulcan muttered under his breath, the King of fools.
Niles twitched at the jab, but Winston intercepted before he could escalate. And what other ideas do you have, Sir Niles? Winston asked, clearly steering the conversation away from certain chaos.
Oh, right! Niles said, like hed forgotten they existed. He pointed at Felix. Felix, youre our general of the army.
Teslas eyes widened in excitement. Wait, we have an army?
Of course, Niles said with a grin that was almost predatory.
Tesla turned to Felix with a shining smile. Thats amazing! Congratulations, General Felix!
Felix nodded, his expression caught between amusement and pride.
Before anyone could question the logistics of this mysterious army, Niles plowed ahead, pointing to Tesla. You, my friend, will be our Minister of Science and Engineering. Congratulations!
Tesla practically glowed. Thank you! I wont let you down!
Winston, however, sent a skeptical look toward Niles, his suspicion mounting with every passing second.
Niles ignored it. Turning to Lina, he said, And youll be Felixs assistant. Every general needs an assistant, and youre perfect for the role.
Lina flushed, her cheeks reddening. Thank you, but I dont know if Ill be any good. I cant read or write. Her voice faltered, a thread of shame woven into her words.
Niles nodded sagely. Perfect! Being an assistant is about more than reading and writing. Plus, Winston can teach youhes a former castle assistant, after all.
Linas smile blossomed like sunlight breaking through clouds. Thank you! She glanced at Felix, her blue eyes sparkling with newfound confidence. Ill do my best!
Felix stammered a reply, his own face reddening. Y-yes! Of course!
Niles turned to Finn, eyeing him thoughtfully. Hmm. I dont know much about kids. Back in my world, they played video games.
Finn frowned, confused. Whats a video game?
Niles hesitated, scratching his head. Uh its like never mind. Just find something to entertain yourself with.
Yeah, thanks, Finn replied flatly, clearly unimpressed.
Finally, Niles turned to Winston, placing a dramatic hand on his shoulder. My dear Winston, he began, his tone dripping with mock reverence. I have a role for you. Something truly worthy of your incredible skills.
Winston exhaled, a glimmer of relief flickering in his eyes. Hopefully its not too much to handle.
Niles nodded solemnly, then unleashed the verdict. Youre hereby promoted to Minister of Education, Minister of Finance, Minister of Health, Minister of Culture, Minister of Infrastructure
Waitwhat? Winston interjected, his relief dissolving into panic.
Minister of the Elderly, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Minister of Agriculture
Wait I know nothing about agriculture! Winston protested.
Youll learn on the job, Niles said dismissively, already moving on.
Wait a second, Winston objected. Thats way too much! Cant I at least have an assistant?
Niles frowned, looking genuinely offended. Youre your own assistant. He then continued without missing a beat, and, lastly, Minister of Smithing and Ironworks.
Vulcan perked up at this, clearly expecting to be assigned the role.
Winston, youll handle it he said and continued. "Anyway" He turned to Vulcan, his expression shifting into something more sinister, as if he were delivering a grim proclamation. Vulcan, your role is toilet cleaner.
A deadly silence fell over the room.
And then chaos erupted.
YOU INSUFFERABLE FOOL! Vulcan bellowed, leaping to his feet.
Niles jumped up to meet him, his face gleaming with defiance. BRING IT ON, TOILET SCRUBBER!
The two launched into yet another shouting match, their fists raised as though they were ready to settle things the old-fashioned way.
The rest of the group exchanged weary looks before silently filing out of the room, leaving the bickering pair behind.
Meeting adjourned, Winston muttered under his breath as they stepped out onto the deck, the sounds of Niles and Vulcans fight echoing behind them.
After a heated back-and-forth, Vulcan stormed out of the room, leaving only Niles and Felix behind. Felix eased himself back into the bed, wincing slightly as he adjusted his position. He exhaled deeply before speaking.
Why didnt you tell them about Sir Veggieplank? Felix asked, his voice low but insistent. My skill judged him as someone with bad intentions.
Niles sat down beside him, resting his elbows on his knees. I thought about it, he admitted, his gaze drifting around the room as though searching for invisible answers. Maybe I should have. But I dont want to worry them, and I definitely dont want the captain getting suspicious. Besides, he added with a faint smile, like you said, people can change. Maybe hes starting to tilt toward the better.
Felix nodded thoughtfully. That could be true. Im sure Ill get another chance to assess him the next time we cross paths.
He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow. So how big is this army Im supposedly the general of?
Niles grinned. Oh, its massive, he said with mock seriousness. You, me, Winston, Tesla, and maybe Vulcanif hes done with his sanitary mission.
Felix chuckled, the sound warm despite his exhaustion. Truly a fearsome army.
And dont forget Squeaky, Niles added, his tone quieter, as though he were deep in thought.
Felix smiled but then noticed Niless expression shift. How are you feeling? Niles asked, his voice softer this time.
Much better, Felix replied quickly, but Niles didnt look convinced.
Niles leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. How are you actually feeling?
For a moment, there was only silence. Felix finally spoke, his voice tinged with honesty and fatigue. A lot of pain. Nausea. Cold sweats. I feel like Im on the edge of fainting, and Im pretty sure this wound might be infected. I wont be much use in a fight.
Niles sighed, his head dropping slightly. You look terrible, he said, though his tone carried a hint of humor. Dont push yourself. Blood replenishes quickly in volume, but it takes time for your red and white cells to rebuild. Trust me, I used to be a blood donor. Its not instant.
Felix tilted his head, confused. Blood donor?
Niles smiled faintly, waving a hand. Just someone who gives blood to help others. Long story. The point isrest. Your time will come. He paused, his expression softening. And thank you.
Felix frowned, confused again. Sir Niles, why are you thanking me? If anything, I should be the one thanking you.
Niles leaned back, his gaze lifting to the ceiling as if the answer were written there. If it werent for your skill at the ballif you hadnt sensed something was offeveryone here, including the royal family, would be dead. He turned to Felix, his eyes sincere. Youre a hero, Felix. And Im thankful to have you here.
The words seemed to resonate deeply. Felix took a steadying breath and, despite his obvious discomfort, shifted to a kneeling position, one knee bent beneath him.
What are you doing? Niles asked, raising an eyebrow.
Felix met his gaze, his voice steady and resolved. Taking a decision. He straightened his back, his expression unwavering. I hereby pledge my allegiance to you, Sir Niles. Ill do everything in my power to help our party succeed in conquering Monster Island.
Niles blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before a slow smile spread across his face. Yeah, lets do it, he said, offering his hand.
Felix then clasped Niless hand in a firm shake. Its an honor, Felix said, his voice steady despite his physical state. Likewise, Niles answered.
Rest up, Niles said, pulling back and rising to his feet. Ill see you later.
As Niles stepped out of the room, he found Lina standing just outside, her posture a little stiff. She seemed hesitant but smiled when their eyes met.
Thanks for looking after him, Niles said, his voice warm.
Linas smile softened, her tension melting away. Of course, she replied gently.
You may go to him if you want, Niles said with a faint smile. Lina smiled and hurried inside the room.
And as Niles walked down the deck, the sun streaming on the wooden floorboards felt just a little warmer, and the breeze that followed them seemed just a little gentler.
Chapter 47: The Fate Of The Missing Goddess
In the heart of Xandria''s capital, a squad of chosen Xargian guards strode out of the castle gates with purpose. A dozen soldiers clad in their snarling beast helmets formed an intimidating procession, led by Vice-Captain Bear. His broad frame and gleaming bear-shaped helmet reflected the sunlight, striking unease into the hearts of bystanders. Whispers rippled through the crowd as they instinctively moved out of the way. Everyone knew something significant was brewing, and no one dared interfere.
Bear walked with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, the weight of his command palpable. Under his leadership, fifty additional soldiers had been assigned tasks to ensure the success of their mission: to capture Niles, drag him back to the king, and bask in the glory of favor at the castle. The thought made Bear''s chest swell with pride as his boots pounded against the stone pavement toward the harbor. The crowd lining the streets grew larger, and a few even cheered, their curiosity piqued by the elite squads mobilization. The preparation had been flawlessor so Bear thought.
At the harbor, a sleek wooden naval vessel bobbed impatiently in the water, ready to launch. Near the dock, a stone bench carved from a single boulder provided a perch for the ships captain, who sat puffing on a long pipe. Bear approached with his men, his pride as the vice-captain practically radiating off him. Spotting the captains relaxed demeanor, Bear sneered, Lazing about, are we? I guess the navy doesnt have the same discipline as the Xargian Guard. His taunt earned a round of chuckles from the elite soldiers behind him.
The captain remained unfazed. He took a slow, deliberate drag from his pipe and exhaled a plume of smoke. Vice-Captain, he greeted without moving from his seat. The calmness in his voice only irritated Bear further, so he dropped onto the bench beside him with a huff.
Before Bear could continue his jabs, the captain spoke again, his tone as steady as the tide. You should know, all the surfaces here have been... made remarkably sticky. I cant get up.
Bear scoffed, thinking it was some kind of joke. Dont take me for a fool. But when he tried to rise from the bench, he found his powerful frame glued to the stone. He wiggled and strained, but the adhesive held firm. What is this sorcery? he growled, frustration bubbling under his helmet.
The captain, still calm, took another draw from his pipe and exhaled. Ive been stuck here since morning, he said matter-of-factly.
Bears frustration turned to panic. But the mission! Were supposed to leave now! His voice cracked with desperation.
The captain shrugged. A lot of the crew is stuck too. Even the ships are glued to the dock. Best guess? Well be able to leave tomorrow. He sighed, blowing smoke lazily into the air.
Bears fists clenched, but he couldnt even pound them against his knees. What are we supposed to do until then? he barked.
The captain tilted his head, as if considering the question for the first time. Id suggest... watching the ocean.
Bears helmeted head snapped toward the water, his pride and plans crumbling as he muttered, Fine.
Just then, one of his soldiers, Wolf, plopped down on a nearby sticky surface, only to find himself ensnared as well. He thrashed like a trapped animal, his voice rising in panic. VICE-CAPTAIN! I CANT GET UP! he shouted, his struggle growing more desperate. But Bear didnt respond. He was too busy staring at the horizon, silently fuming.
The naval captain watched Wolfs futile escape attempts with mild amusement. Id recommend calling this sabotage in the report, he said dryly, and maybe leaving out the embarrassing details.
Bear grumbled, his pride shattered. Agreed.
Unbeknownst to the guards, the sticky predicament was the handiwork of an adventurer from the guildone known mockingly as Sticky Hands. For most of his life, his peculiar skill had been dismissed as useless, but today, it had found a purpose. The Xargian guards had unknowingly walked right into Niless plan, a calculated delay to guarantee his partys escape into open water should things go awry.
Sticky Hands didnt need recognition, nor did he care for the details of Niless broader strategy. All that mattered was that, for once, his strange gift had tipped the scales in a grand game. And while the guards grumbled and flailed, the adventurer quietly reveled in his moment of triumph.
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Far from Xandrias capital, Prince Zacharias and his soldiers from Zairule rode in a tight formation across the barren countryside. Their destination was a secluded village, its isolation offering privacy for less-than-noble dealings. A small, weathered cottage stood alone at the edge of a withering forest, its windows shuttered, its doors locked tight against the world.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.
Zacharias dismounted and pulled a key from his pouch, a smug smile curling his lips as he unlocked the door. The interior was bare, save for a dusty rug in the center of the floor. Without hesitation, Zacharias kicked it aside, revealing a wooden hatch. He signaled to his men, and they wrenched it open, the stale scent of damp earth wafting up to greet them.
Torch in hand, Zacharias descended the creaking ladder, the flames casting jagged shadows along the earthen walls. The tunnel was narrow, claustrophobic, and silent except for their boots crunching against the moist ground. At the end of the passage loomed heavy iron bars, a makeshift prison carved into the underground. Behind the bars, shackled and slumped against the wall, was a young woman. Her blonde hair clung to her damp skin, her posture broken, her spirit visibly drained. She stirred at the sound of their approach, her hollow eyes lifting toward the torchlight.
Zacharias crouched before the bars, his expression a mask of mockery. Greetings, Goddess, he sneered, his tone dripping with derision. He scanned her grim quarters, noting the mildew-stained walls and the puddles seeping through the dirt. How are you feeling? Comfortable?
The womans voice was a whisper, fragile but desperate. Please let me go.
Zacharias smirked, dangling the key to her chains like a cat playing with a mouse. Oh, we could make you more comfortable, he mused, his gaze flicking to his men. Some of my soldiers have graciously offered their company. The soldiers behind him chuckled darkly. But dont worry, he added with a malicious grin. We wouldnt dare defile a Goddess. That is unless you arent one.
Her eyes widened in alarm as Zacharias produced a glowing crystal from his pocket. The pale blue light danced across her terrified face. How did you get that? she asked, her voice trembling.
Zacharias chuckled, leaning closer. A beauty like you shouldnt trouble herself with such questions. Focus on being pretty instead. He pressed the crystal against her skin, and his voice dropped to a predatory murmur. Now, lets see who you really are. Status open.
The air shimmered, and a translucent screen materialized before them, its details cold and damning:
[Name: Aurelia]
[Skill: Heavenly Tourist]
[Level: 1]
[Strength: 1]
[Stamina: 1]
[Speed: 1]
[Magic: 1]
[Spirit: 1]
Zacharias tapped on the additional details for her skill:
[Heavenly Tourist C Limit to one-time use. Grants entry to the Heavens for one day.]
His eyes gleamed with amusement as he read. So, let me get this straight, he said, tilting his head mockingly. You were born with a one-time-use skill. You visited the heavens, made some deal, and returned with your so-called champions from another world. That about right?
Aurelia didnt answer. She couldnt. Her body trembled, her mind scrambling for words that wouldnt come.
Zacharias gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Youre no Goddess, he hissed. You dont even have a real skill. Useless. His voice dipped into something darker, more venomous. Youre not even worth offering to my men.
He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. If I hadnt already sold you to a buyer, I might have been tempted myself, he murmured, his hand brushing her neck with a cruel intimacy. Very tempted.
He rose abruptly, his tone shifting back to mockery. Give her the bag, he ordered. One of the soldiers tossed a small sack through the bars. It landed with a dull thud beside her. Inside was a meager ration of bread.
Stay well Goddess, Zacharias said with a smirk, turning away.
As the soldiers climbed back up the ladder, Zacharias extinguished the torch, plunging the tunnel into darkness. But his skill, Viper Eyes, activated, his pupils glowing an eerie yellow in the pitch black. The effect was reptilian, predatory, like a serpent leaving its prey to savor its helplessness. He chuckled low in his throat as he ascended, his laughter echoing off the damp walls.
Alone in the dark, Aurelia let the tears fall. She sobbed quietly, her voice swallowed by the earth around her. Relief and terror warred within her chestthe soldiers had left, but they might return to fulfill their threats. She curled into herself, trembling like a bird caught in an unforgiving winter, her only company the suffocating weight of despair.
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As the day faded into night, the dining hall of the castle was alive with flickering candlelight and the soft hum of distant conversation. Xhiva sat at the long banquet table, indulging himself in a feast fit for royalty. Platters of roasted meats, golden breads, and jeweled goblets of wine surrounded him as he ate with the careless abandon of a man who believed the world existed solely for his pleasure.
But then, as if someone had yanked him from the depths of a dream, his hand paused mid-motion, the chunk of bread he had been tearing forgotten. His gaze grew distant, his breathing slowed. The spell of "Forgive and Forget" cast by the Zairulian soldier had lifted. One day had passed, and with it, his memories returned in a cold, merciless flood.
Xhiva leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lazily against the edge of his goblet. His thoughts wandered to the letter from Zacharias, the one bearing the address of the hidden womanAurelia. He could go now, claim her, fulfill whatever wicked promise he had made to himself.
But then his eyes fell on a bone, thick and laden with tender meat. A predatory grin curled his lips as he picked it up, sinking his teeth into it with deliberate relish. The juices ran down his chin as he chewed, savoring every bite.
Shes just like this, he thought, his grin widening. A fine cut of meat. The longer she waits, the more tender shell become. By the time I come for her, shell beg me to devour her. He chuckled darkly, the sound low and guttural, and took a long sip of wine, letting the rich liquid warm his throat.
His thoughts drifted again to Aurelia, trapped and suffering, and he found pleasure in the image. The more she endured, the sweeter his reward would be. Why rush when the waiting made the prize all the more exquisite? No, he decided, there was no need to hurry. He would come for her when the moment was perfect. Until then, he would enjoy himself.
And so, with that resolve, Xhiva returned to his feast, tearing into the food with renewed vigor. Aurelias torment could continueafter all, what was a little more suffering if it promised so much more satisfaction in the end?
Chapter 48: The Terror Of The Seas – Gingerbeard
The sun hung low in the sky as the days at sea stretched on. The Monster Island was only a few days away, and the mood aboard the Flying Turnip was deceptively light. Captain Veggieplank, weathered by years of salty winds and roaring waves, had somehow become a part of Niles''s eccentric crew. He played cards with them, shared meals, and even indulged in their often ridiculous conversations.
But Niles had sharp instincts when it came to people. He noticed the way the old captains jovial demeanor had dimmed, like a lantern running low on oil. When the moment felt right, he cut through the pleasantries.
Captain, whats wrong? Niles asked softly.
Captain Veggieplank hesitated, his eyes fixed on the endless stretch of ocean around them. He exhaled, the sound carrying more sadness than worry.
These waters the captain finally said, his voice low, are dangerous.
Niles tilted his head, brows furrowing. How so?
Pirates, the captain muttered, his gaze scanning the horizon. The only thing visible was the shimmering expanse of blue, calm and deceitful. He tightened his grip on the helm. Were lucky were a small ship, but were not the fastest. The Flying Turnip used to be a fishing and trading vessel. Shes not built for outrunning the likes of them.
Niles nodded, his eyes drifting upward to where Squeaky, his avian familiar, perched atop the main mast, unbothered by the captains concerns. Turning back to Veggieplank, he called out, Squeaky! The bird chirped and flitted down to him. Can you scout the sea for us? Let us know if you see anything suspicious.
Squeaky gave an acknowledging trill before soaring into the sky.
Thanks for letting me know, Niles said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. But the captain didnt meet his gaze, his aye carrying the weight of unspoken regret.
As the hours passed, Niles strolled around the deck, chatting with his crew. He avoided Vulcan, who was fishing alongside Finn at the ships bow, their mutual silence suggesting either annoyance or bitterness. Felix was resting below deck, his health visibly declining despite Linas devoted care. Tesla and Winston, meanwhile, were deep in conversation, bonding over their shared love for local theater performances.
Niles overheard them and couldnt resist grinning. Perfectonce we settle on Monster Island, Ill set up a stand-up comedy show for them. Theyll love it!
The calm was shattered a few hours later when Squeaky returned, flapping frantically and chirping in alarm.
Sir Niles! Captain Veggieplanks voice boomed from the helm. COME QUICK!
Niles sprinted to his side. What is it?
The captain pointed toward the horizon, where a flag was slowly growing larger and clearer. It was black, emblazoned with a white skull and crossed bones, the skull adorned with a massive, fiery orange beard.
Pirates! the captain bellowed. His voice trembled as he added, And not just any pirates. Thats the flag of the most feared terror on the seas.
Who? Niles demanded.
Gingerbeard, the captain replied, his face pale.
Niles froze, his expression shifting from concern to something closer to disdain. Gingerbeard? he repeated, incredulous. Thats the worst pirate name Ive ever heard!
The captain looked too terrified to respond, but Niles, undeterred, raised his voice. I REFUSE to be plundered by someone called Gingerbeard! Its a matter of principle!
The deck below was a flurry of activity as his crew tried to process the situation. Niles wasted no time.
WINSTON! he shouted.
Sir Niles! Winston replied, already sounding frazzled.
PREPARE OUR ARMY! Niles ordered, his voice carrying the weight of impending doomor delusion.
Winston blinked, unsure if this was a joke. What army? Do you mean in terms of people who can fight, theres you, me, Vulcan, and Tesla?
Teslas voice shot up in panic. ME?!
WELCOME TO THE ARMY, TESLA! Niles declared without hesitation.
He turned back to Winston. Now, clarify the strength of our forces!
You mean levels? Winston asked, still trying to keep up.
Id prefer the term power levels, but yes. What are they?
Winston activated his skill, which let him see levels above everyones headsa skill often mocked back in Xandria but now potentially useful. Were all level one! he reported grimly. Except Felix, but hes in no condition to fight.
Niles rushed down to stand beside Winston. As our Minister of Defense, what are our odds of surviving this?
I really dont have military experience
The odds, man! Niles interrupted, his tone desperate.
Winston glanced at their so-called army. A grieving blacksmith, a terrified Tesla, and a half-delirious strategist. He exhaled. Not good.
Niless face fell. I cant lose to someone called Gingerbeard. My honor, Winston! Whats left of it?
Winston struggled to maintain his composure. There wasnt much to begin with.
Niless expression turned even more tragic, as if eternal shame had already claimed him.
The ship''s captain, Veggieplank, bellowed across the deck, his voice sharp and commanding. HIDE THE WOMAN! he roared. His wooden leg thumped against the planks as he descended from the helm, issuing orders with the air of someone whod weathered this storm before. Pirates dont care about us; they want goods, drink, and company, he growled, the rasp of his voice heavy with grim experience. He gestured toward his quarters. Theres a secret stash of alcohol in my chamber. Make it easy for them to find. Let them think theyve hit the jackpot.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.
Pausing mid-step, he turned to face the crew, his gaze steady. And after that He crossed his arms and sank onto the deck. We surrender.
The declaration hit Niles like a slap. Just like THAT?! he exclaimed, his voice rising. Were giving up without a fight?
Veggieplank puffed calmly on his long pipe, a plume of smoke curling into the air. Its bad business for pirates to murder, he replied flatly.
Niles plopped down beside him, the indignation still raw on his face. They almost sound like merchants, he muttered, bitterness laced in his tone.
The captain exhaled another smoky cloud. Aye.
Winston, who had been observing from the sidelines, cautiously interjected. Its the best option for now, he said, siding with the captain.
Finn had been listening nearby, his youthful energy ignited by the tension. Without wasting a second, he sprinted toward the captains quarters.
Inside, Lina was pacing nervously. Finn! she said, her voice tight with worry. Whats happening out there?
Finns words came out in a hurried rush. Pirates. You need to hide! He scanned the room, rummaging through drawers and shelves until he found a few dusty bottles of alcohol. Placing them prominently on a table, he nodded, satisfied theyd be easy for the pirates to find.
Felix, pale and struggling to stay upright, pushed himself off the cot. His voice was weak but steady. Try hiding under the bed, he suggested. They might spot you if youre out in the open.
Linas eyes filled with tears. But what about you? Youre still recovering!
Forcing a faint smile, Felix replied, I need to stretch my legs anyway.
He staggered out onto the deck, gripping the doorframe for support. The pirate ship loomed closer, its tall masts and billowing white sails cutting through the waves like a predator closing in on its prey. The fiery orange beard painted beneath the skull on their flag seemed to mock him as it flapped in the wind.
What is THAT? Felix asked, squinting at the ominous symbol.
Niles crossed his arms, his indignation undiminished. More like, who designed that thing? he quipped. Turning to Felix, he gestured toward Winston. Can you believe what our so-called minister of defense just agreed to? Surrender! To someone named Gingerbeard!?
Felix smirked, the corners of his lips curling upward despite his exhaustion. Pretty weak start for a minister of defense, he teased, glancing at Winston.
Winston blinked, flustered and lost for words.
Felix lowered himself onto the deck beside them, his tone softening. But you know, he said thoughtfully, I agree with him. Its the right call.
His calm demeanor seemed to soothe the tension in the group. Good decision, Winston. Its not easy trying to think clearly when someonehe gestured to Nilesinterrupts every two seconds.
Winstons eyes welled up with emotion. Its been so hard, he sniffled, wiping at his tears.
Felix placed a reassuring hand on Winstons shoulder, nodding solemnly. They embraced, a silent moment of solidarity.
Niles, however, remained unamused. Oi! I cant help but feel a bit offended here.
The others ignored him.
Tesla, meanwhile, sat huddled in a corner, trembling as he muttered to himself, I never shouldve come here. I didnt sign up for this.
Vulcan, oblivious to the chaos, continued fishing at the edge of the deck as though nothing unusual was happening.
Finn, standing nearby, watched the scene unfold. The young boys eyes darted from one adult to the next, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief. Theyre all insane, he thought to himself.
Finn! Vulcan barked, breaking his train of thought. Get back here and help me fish! The fish arent going to jump aboard by themselves!
Finn hesitated, unimpressed by the gruff smiths nonchalance.
Vulcan growled through his thick beard. Back in my day
Yes, yes, Im coming, Finn interrupted, trudging back to the rail. He dropped down beside Vulcan and grabbed his fishing rod.
The older man glanced at the boy, noting his trembling hands and pale face. Lowering his voice, Vulcan leaned in and said, If anything happens, Ive got your back. Best thing we can do right now is keep fishing and look the other way.
Finn bit his lip, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Tears spilled over, and his small shoulders shook with fear.
Vulcan sighed, his gruff exterior softening as he cast his line into the sea. Well be all right, kid, he muttered. Just keep your eyes on the water.
"Captain Gingerbeard!" a pirate called down from the crow''s nest of their ship, his voice sharp against the ocean breeze. "We''re closing in on the target!"
Below, a figure of imposing stature emerged. Broad-shouldered and towering, the mans fiery orange beard jutted out in every direction, thick as a bramble bush. Freckles dotted his rugged face, complementing his piercing amber-green eyes and soft pink lipsa face as provocative as it was memorable. Over his shoulder, he carried a formidable boarding axe: one side a razor-sharp blade for cutting ropes, the other a pick-like spike designed for grappling onto enemy vessels.
His outfit was no less striking. A brown leather pirate hat, adorned with his jolly roger sewn into the brim, sat snugly atop his head. Around his waist, a series of belts carried an assortment of tools and weapons, while a long brown jacket and crisp white waistcoat completed his look. Even among pirates, first impressions mattered, and Captain Gingerbeard had mastered the art of style.
His voice boomed across the deck. "Prepare to board!" he commanded.
His crew, numbering about two dozen, scrambled to one side of the ship, readying themselves for action. Among them stood Zane, a wiry man with slitted eyes and a menacing tattoo of a spider etched onto his forehead. He carried two wickedly sharp warscythes at his belt. As they neared their prey, he unsheathed the weapons, one in each hand, their edges gleaming in the sunlight.
Gingerbeard glanced at him. "Zane," he growled, his tone heavy with warning. "Remember the agreement."
Zanes eyes gleamed with an unsettling fervor. "Of course, Captain," he replied smoothly, a broad grin splitting his face as his eyes closed in faux contentment.
Gingerbeard grunted in acknowledgment, his focus already shifting.
"Captain!" the lookout yelled again, urgency sharpening his voice.
"What is it now?" Gingerbeard barked, turning his gaze toward the crows nest.
"Theres a fight happening on the ship!"
Gingerbeard frowned. "A fight?" he muttered, stepping closer to the edge of his ship. As their vessel docked alongside The Flying Turnip, the scene came into full view.
On the deck of the Turnip, a chaotic brawl had broken out. Niles was dancing around Tesla, who was red-faced and furious.
"You tricked me!" Tesla shouted, lunging toward Niles with clumsy aggression.
Niles sidestepped with a grin. "No, I just overpromised and underdelivered! Happens all the time!"
Tesla swiped again, missing by a mile as Niles tripped over a bucket, still laughing uncontrollably.
From the foredeck, Vulcan watched with a bemused expression, his fishing pole in hand. "Keep your knees bent and your shoulders relaxed!" he hollered, offering unsolicited coaching like a boxing trainer.
Tesla wasnt having it. "YOU SAID YOUR TRIP WAS PAID BY THE XANDRIAN CROWN ITSELF!" he bellowed, throwing another wild swing.
Niles, still dodging, called out to Winston. "Winston! Tell him!"
Winston, who had been trying to stay as far from the commotion as possible, sighed heavily. Reluctantly, he spoke. "Its actually true."
Tesla froze mid-swing, his expression brightening. "Really?" he asked, his anger briefly forgotten.
Seizing the moment, Niles darted forward and gave Tesla a playful slap on the back of his head. "Gotcha!"
Tesla stumbled, rubbing his head, still processing. "So is the part about Niles being a superhuman true as well?"
Before Winston could answer, Niles chimed in with mock sincerity. "Yes."
Teslas face lit up. "Really??"
This time, Niles snuck up again and delivered another slap, sending Tesla reeling sideways. Spit flew from Teslas mouth as he staggered.
Winston, exasperated, exploded. "WHY WOULD YOU BELIEVE THE SAME LIE TWICE?!"
Niles jogged away, clutching his stomach as he burst into laughter. "Tesla," he wheezed, tears streaming down his face, "I officially promote you to Minister of Gullibility! Hahaha!"
Tesla, now recovered, took up the chase. "Youre RUDE!" he shouted, shaking a fist as he ran after Niles.
Meanwhile, the crew of the Gingerbeard pirates stood frozen on their deck, watching the bizarre spectacle unfold.
"Uh," Gingerbeard finally muttered, scratching his beard. "Would it be okay if we boarded you now?" His tone was surprisingly polite, as though he didnt want to interrupt.
Captain Veggieplank, who had been sitting calmly on the deck, nodded. "Welcome to the Flying Turnip. Make yourselves at home."
Chapter 49: The Flying Turnip’s Miracle
Captain Gingerbeard leapt aboard the Flying Turnip, his crew of pirates close behind him. Though he tried to appear confident, the bizarre fight between Niles and Tesla had clearly left him somewhat baffled. Clearing his throat to gather attention, he declared in a booming voice, I am Captain Gingerbeard, the most feared pirate on the seas! He struck a dramatic pose, slinging his boarding axe over his shoulder. Fortunately for you, Im also a nice pirate. We mean you no harmjust your goods and valuables. His voice carried a strangely diplomatic tone, considering the circumstances.
From his seat on the deck, Niles crossed his arms and called out mockingly, Wow, yes, truly the nicest pirate. Ten out of ten. Would recommend!
Captain Gingerbeard blinked and turned to Captain Veggieplank with a frown. Is he all right in the head?
Veggieplank shook his head solemnly. Nay.
The rest of Niles party chimed in with varying degrees of agreement. Nope. Not likely. He just has bad luck when hes thinking.
Tesla, however, clung desperately to Gingerbeards coat, tears streaming down his face. Please, please take me with you! Save me from him!
Gingerbeard recoiled, shoving Tesla aside with a grimace. Ugh. So clingy. Tesla collapsed into a pitiful ball of despair while Niles, unaffected, silently vowed revenge on his so-called friends. He was already planning jokes for his next stand-up routine.
Captain! a pirate shouted from Veggieplanks cabin. Look what Ive found! Thisll keep our nights lively!
Everyone fell silent as the pirate emerged, holding a crate of alcohol.
Tis a fine haul, Gingerbeard nodded approvingly, while his crew ransacked the ship, looting tools, building materials, clothes, and anything else they could find. They left behind only food, water, and Teslas books. Pirates didnt read, and readers didnt stealit seemed an unspoken rule of the sea.
While this chaos unfolded, Vulcan and Finn continued fishing at the ships stern. Finns small hands gripped his fishing rod tightly, his pulse racing with fear as he watched the pirates plunder. Vulcan leaned over, muttering, Just keep fishing, boy. Best thing we can do is pretend this isnt happening.
Meanwhile, Captain Gingerbeard made his way to Veggieplank and extended a hand. All right, time to empty your pockets.
Grumbling, Veggieplank handed over a pouch of gold. Thank you kindly, Gingerbeard said with a courteous nod before moving on to Felix, Tesla, and Niles, finding their pockets empty.
But Niles wasnt done yet. Hey, Gingerbeard, he called out, his tone annoyingly casual. I need your help.
Gingerbeard raised an eyebrow. What could you possibly want from me?
I owe that man two gold coins. Niles gestured toward Vulcan. Could you lend me a couple?
The pirate captain scowled. Why in the seas would I do that?
Well, Niles said with a sweet smile, youre supposed to be a nice pirate, right? You could always plunder it back afterward.
Overhearing this, Vulcan shouted, WHAT?!
But Gingerbeard scratched his chin thoughtfully. Well, youve got a point. I am a nice pirate. Reaching into the pouch hed taken from Veggieplank, he handed Niles two coins.
Niles lit up with glee and skipped over to Vulcan. Oh, Vulcan! Heres the prepayment I promised you! He let the coins fall into the blacksmiths hand. Dont spend it all in one place!
Before Vulcan could react, Niles cheerfully added, Hes all yours now!
Gingerbeard approached Vulcan with a solemn expression. It saddens me to do this to a fellow man with a proud beard, but alas. He raised his boarding axe. But I love looting, youre being plundered. Hand it over.
Vulcan, his face a mixture of disbelief and rage, reluctantly returned the two coins.
DEBT-FREE! Niles cheered, high-fiving a group of pirates, who, strangely enough, seemed genuinely happy for him.
Thats why I turned to piracy, one pirate confessed, wiping a tear. To escape my debts.
Another clapped Niles on the back. Youd make a perfect pirate!
Meanwhile, Niles party members stared at him in stunned silence, unable to comprehend how he had somehow charmed the very pirates robbing them.
Satisfied, Captain Gingerbeard finally called out, All right, men! Back to the ship! Tonight, we celebrate like kings!
As the pirates returned to their vessel, Niles gave a small wave and a nod. Thanks for your service, Captain Gingerbeard!
The pirate captain grinned wide. Thats what were here for!
As the pirates began returning to their ship, one figure lingered. Zane, a member of the Gingerbeard crew, roamed the Flying Turnip with calm, calculated steps. His demeanor was unsettling, like a viper sizing up its prey.
"Zane, it''s time to leave," Captain Gingerbeard barked, annoyance clear in his voice.
Zane barely glanced over his shoulder, unbothered. "I think there''s still something left for us here," he said casually, his tone dripping with smugness.
Gingerbeard sighed, exasperated. "Come now. Weve taken enough."
But Zane ignored him, instead drawing his twin warscythes, the blades gleaming menacingly. Resting them on his shoulders, he turned his sharp gaze toward Niles. "I like your shoes," he said, his voice calm yet laced with intent.
Niles raised a brow, keeping his composure despite the tension in the air. "Uh, thanks," he replied, glancing down at his white sneakersunique relics from Earth.
Zane stepped closer. "I''d enjoy having them." His lips curled into a smile, but there was no warmth behind it.
Niles hesitated, the anger on his face a rare sight for his crew. Before he could respond, Gingerbeard sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just give him the damn shoes, boy. Im not fighting over this nonsense."
The silence thickened, and Niles stared at Zane for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he exhaled sharply and knelt down to remove the sneakers. He set them on the deck with deliberate care. "All right. Here," he said, his tone edged with bitterness.
"Are you satisfied now?" Gingerbeard yelled from his perch on the pirate ship. "Lets be on our way!"
Zane scooped up the sneakers, tossing them over to their ship where another pirate caught them. But he didnt follow. Instead, he turned back to his captain, an unsettling grin on his face. "Should we have a vote?"
"A vote?" Gingerbeard narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"
Zane strode across the deck, taking his time. "A vote for a second search. Since your plundering is finished, anything else we find here should be mine." He flashed a sharp smile at Niles and his party, his serpentine gaze falling on Finn.
The boy stiffened, his trembling hands gripping his knees. Zane noticed. He always noticed.
Leaning close to Finn, Zane spoke in a soft, sinister tone. "What are you hiding, little one?"
"Zane!" Gingerbeards voice thundered, frustration giving way to fury. "This wasnt part of the deal. Return to the ship, now!"
Zane tilted his head slightly toward his captain, acknowledging him with a dismissive, "Yes, yes. Any moment now." Then he lowered his voice again, directing his attention back to Finn. "Do you know what my skill is?"
Finns lips quivered, his color draining.
"Its called Fear Talker," Zane said, twirling one of his warscythes lazily. "I won''t bore you with the details, but it allows me to know thingslike your greatest fear. Is it me?" He paused, letting the silence crush the boy. "Or is it me finding your secret?"The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.
Finns lips moved involuntarily, his voice barely a whisper. "Findi"
"LEAVE THE KID ALONE!" Vulcan roared, turning forward with unflinching determination.
Zanes eyes narrowed like a predator locking onto prey. "Oh?" he said, his tone almost amused. He turned his full attention to Vulcan, his smile razor-sharp.
"JUST LEAVE US ALON" Vulcans voice choked into silence as Zane struck. With terrifying speed, he brought his second warscythe down in a brutal arc, slicing from Vulcan''s shoulder to his back. Blood sprayed across the deck as Vulcan collapsed, writhing in pain, the wood beneath him staining red.
"VULCAN!" Niles and the others cried out, rushing to their fallen comrades side.
But Captain Veggieplank had had enough. "GINGERBEARD!" he shouted, his voice trembling with fury and desperation. The cry struck something in the pirate captain, who leapt back aboard the Flying Turnip and grabbed Zane by the shoulders.
"I COMMAND YOU TO STOP!" Gingerbeard roared, his tone one of authority and barely restrained rage.
Zane smiled, closing his eyes as though savoring the chaos. "Captain, arent you upset?"
"Upset about what?" Gingerbeard demanded, still clutching Zane tightly.
Zane snapped his fingers, signaling two pirates who promptly jumped aboard the Flying Turnip. "Search the captains quarters. Look under the bed for anything we mightve missed," he ordered.
"What are you doing, Zane?" Gingerbeard growled, but his words were drowned out by a piercing scream from within the ship.
Moments later, the two pirates returned, dragging a young woman with dark blonde hair. One gripped her by the arms, the other by her hair, forcing her forward.
"And here it is," Zane declared, spreading his arms in mock innocence. "Our real treasure."
Gingerbeards eyes widened. "A woman?" he asked, disbelief coloring his voice.
Zane nodded, his smirk deepening. "Now, we can truly feast like kings." He gestured grandly. "With this, Captain, I am ready to return to our ship."
Niles turned to see Captain Veggieplank behind him, his face painted with despair and quiet defeat. Captain Gingerbeard, however, merely exhaled, his voice steady and commanding. Fine. Bring her aboard, boys.
The pirates began dragging Lina toward their ship. Niless mind raced for a solution, anything he could say or do to stop them. His thoughts tangled with desperation until a voice broke through.
Let her go.
Felix. His words were firm, though his body still bore the weight of his injuries. He stood unsteadily, his resolve shining brighter than his strength. The pirates paused, glancing at him in disbelief before bursting into laughter. But Zane didnt laugh. He didnt mock Felixs battered frame; instead, he studied his eyeseyes that still burned with the will to fight.
SQUEAKY! Niles shouted, his familiar swooping down like a lightning bolt. It landed briefly on Niless shoulder before shooting off into the sky after receiving an instruction, a blur of feathers and speed.
What is that bird? muttered Gingerbeard, his crew straining their eyes to track the swift creature.
One pirate, impatient, let go of Linas hair and drew his cutlass., turning to Felix. Thisll be easy! he sneered.
But Linas voice rang out before he could act, her cry slicing through the tension. PLEASE DONT HURT MY FRIENDS! Her voice was steady, though it trembled with emotion. The sheer sincerity of her words silenced the deck, even freezing the pirates in place. Her eyes shut tightly, tears threatening to spill as she forced a smile. Its okay. Ill be okay. You can leave without me.
Felix saw the fracture in her gaze, a mix of rage and an unyielding instinct to protect her igniting within him. He turned to Niles. Im sorry, Sir Niles. I acted without your permission, and I plan to keep doing that.
Niles smirked at his bravery, stepping closer. Risking your life to protect your friends doesnt need permission, he said. Thank you for buying me a moment to think.
Niles spun to Tesla, his voice sharp and commanding. Tesla, take the helm! Get us away from here! Tesla, trembling with adrenaline, bolted to the wheel.
Winston, Niles continued, tend to Vulcan when you can. Stop the bleeding.
Winston nodded, already moving to their injured comrade.
And I
A pirates shout cut him off. Hey! That bird just took my knife!
Squeaky zipped back into view, dropping the blade into Niless waiting hand. He gripped it tightly. And Ill handle this.
Gingerbeards voice thundered across the deck. Be carefulhes a summoned champion! He might have powers!
Niless grin widened, his expression unreadable. Exactly. So, step back.
The pirates hesitated, shuffling backward as they tightened their grip on their weapons. Niles crouched slightly, exhaling as though preparing for a masterful dash. But instead of attacking, he leapt backward, pressing the knife to Captain Veggieplanks throat.
I think Id make an excellent pirate, Niles said with a sly smile.
The ship fell silent. Captain Veggieplanks eyes widened in disbelief. What are you doing? he hissed.
Playing hardball, Niles replied. Its a business term. He rose his voice Leave usand the womanand we wont harm your friend!
Gingerbeard chuckled gruffly, crossing his arms. Youre threatening us with the life of your own captain? Go ahead. Be my guest!
Niles shrugged. Alright, then.
He pressed the blade closer, a thin line of blood appearing at Veggieplanks neck.
GINGERBEARD! the Veggieplank yelled, panic in his voice.
Dont move, Niles warned, his tone ice-cold. I might accidentally cut something important.
Veggieplank shouted again, his voice pleading. WE HAD AN AGREEMENT, GINGERBEARD!
Niles pressed on. I dont know the details of your deal, but Im sure losing a business partner will cost you more in the long run than one woman.
Gingerbeard exhaled, his shoulders sagging. Fine. Well leave. Let the woman go!
His crew hesitated, but his tone left no room for argument. Now!
The pirates released Lina, retreating toward their ship.
Zanes voice cut through the tense moment. But Captain, shes my loot. I found her!
Gingerbeard rounded on him, his voice a low growl. Get back to the ship. Now.
Zane growled in frustration but obeyed. As he stepped away, he grabbed Finn by the shirt. Ill take at least this pleasure.
Niless grip on the knife tightened. Let him go.
Zane ignored him, leaning close to Niles. Ill remember your face.
Then, with one swift motion, Zane hurled Finn overboard into the cold waves.
FINN! Lina screamed, rushing to the edge of the ship. HE CANT SWIM! She prepared to jump after him, but Winston held her back.
YOULL DROWN! he shouted, struggling to restrain her.
LET ME GO! she screamed, tears streaming down her face. HE NEEDS ME!
Her cries echoed over the crashing waves. FINN!
Felix stripped off his coat, and before anyone could stop him, dove headfirst into the churning water where Finn had been thrown. The sea swallowed him whole.
"They''re not gonna make it!" Captain Veggieplank bellowed, his voice tight with fear. "It''s impossib"
"GET THE ROPE!" Teslas voice roared across the deck, cutting him off. "Well use it to give them something to grab onto!"
The crew scrambled in confusion, unsure where to find it. Tesla, his memory sharp from his crash course in ship navigation, barked out exact directions, pointing frantically.
Below the surface, the ocean was a silent predator. Finn sank deeper, his small frame tumbling downward as light from the sun danced tauntingly far above. He struggled, lungs burning, his chest heaving in vain as salt water forced its way in. The pain was unbearable. Just as his vision began to fade and his eyes fluttered shut, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a figure swimming toward him, cutting through the depths like an arrow.
Above, the tension on the ship was palpable. Linas cries pierced the air, her voice hoarse as she screamed for her brother and Felix. Tears streaked her face, her hands gripping the railing so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Meanwhile, Niles stood apart, his sharp eyes fixed on the departing pirates. He watched as their ship disengaged from the Flying Turnip, the grappling hooks clattering against the deck. Onboard, Captain Gingerbeards booming voice carried faintly over the waves as he argued furiously with Zane.
Then, as if summoned by sheer will, Felix and Finn broke the surface in a spray of salt and foam, gasping for air. The waves toyed with them, relentless and unyielding.
"TESLA, STEER STARBOARD!" Winston yelled, rope in hand but with no means to secure it.
"Give that to me!" Vulcan, despite his injury, staggered over and snatched the rope. Grabbing a sturdy bucket from the deck, he fashioned a makeshift lifeline with nimble hands. His throw was a masterpiece of precision, an arc of hope that landed near Felix.
"Hold on, boy!" Vulcan roared, his voice like thunder.
Felix, his body trembling with exhaustion, forced himself to dive under the waves one last time. Linas voice rang out, her skill activating in desperation. "YOU CAN DO IT! PLEASE, I NEED YOU BOTH!" Her words filled him with a final surge of strength, enough to grasp the bucket.
"Pull!" Vulcan bellowed, and the crew sprang into action. Winston, Tesla, Niles, and Lina joined him, their combined strength battling against the seas resistance.
"Theyre not going to make it. The waves, the cold... its too late," Captain Veggieplank muttered, sinking to his knees in defeat.
"Shut up, old man!" Niles snapped, his voice fierce. PULL! He screamed like a mantra.
Together, the group heaved with all their might. Muscles strained, adrenaline surged, and inch by inch, the rope closed the gap. Captain Veggieplank stared in stunned disbelief as the mismatched crew fought as one, their determination defying reason.
Finally, with a collective cry of effort, they hauled Felix and Finn onto the deck. Vulcan, bleeding but resolute, dragged them both over the railing with arms like iron. The two collapsed onto the planks, lifeless heaps battered by the sea.
Felix was barely breathing, but Finn... Finn was deathly still.
Lina froze at the sight of her little brother, her hands flying to her mouth. Tears streamed down her face as she let out a heart-wrenching scream. "FINN!"
Niles didnt hesitate. He dropped to his knees beside the boy, his hands pressing firmly against Finns chest.
"What are you doing?" Lina sobbed, her voice trembling.
"CPR," Niles said curtly, focused entirely on his task. He compressed Finns chest with practiced precision, ignoring the bewildered stares of those around him.
"He''s already dead," Captain Veggieplank murmured, his voice heavy with resignation.
But thencoughing. A wet, ragged gasp escaped Finns lips, followed by a torrent of salt water as he vomited.
Captain Veggieplanks mouth hung open in shock.
Finns eyes fluttered open, and he began to cry uncontrollably. Niles leaned back, his shoulders sagging in relief.
Turning to Felix, Niles said firmly, "Youre not allowed to die either." He assessed Felix quickly, urgency in his voice. "They need warmthstrip them of their wet clothes. We need blankets, rugs, anything to keep them alive. If thats not enough..." He hesitated before adding, "Well use body heat."
"Ill do it!" Lina offered, stepping forward, but Vulcan was already peeling off his shirt, revealing a broad, hairy chest.
"Ill take care of Felix," Vulcan grunted, his smithy-worn blood pumping warmth into his veins despite the cold. He glanced at Lina. "You warm your brother."
"But youre bleeding!" Lina protested.
"Just a scratch," he growled dismissively.
Niles didnt waste time. "Winston, patch Vulcans wound, then help him keep Felix warm."
Lina hesitated, looking at Finn, her heart breaking at the sight of his frail, shivering form. Vulcan hefted Finn over his shoulder like a sack of grain, their eyes meeting briefly. Finn, weak but alive, managed a faint, cheeky smirk.
"So," his expression seemed to say, "you do like that blue-haired guy, huh?"
Linas cheeks flushed red, but she followed after them without a word.