Novel Bin Book 3: Chapter 4
Book 3: Chapter 4
Hey, Prince Wein. Right on time.
Upon entering the castle, Wein was shown into not the audience hall but one of several parlors.
With the topic being what it is, I thought wed talk in here where there wont be any prying ears.
I have no objections. However Wein trailed off, sitting down on the sofa and looking straight ahead, behind Ordalasseat Holonyeh, who was standing there.
Why is Lord Holonyeh here?
Ah, hes a newcomer, but hes got a real knack for it. Hes been assisting me in various matters lately.
I see, Wein responded in the socially acceptable way while moaning internally.
Cavarin had a long historyeven though it had nothing on Natra. Of course, this meant many of the vassals had inherited their positions. Which meant there was something off about the king keeping a newcomer like Holonyeh by his side.
When Holonyeh had visited Natra, Wein had been impressed that he had managed to butter up the king enough to become an envoy. In truth, his cunning couldnt be denied. But even Wein had not imagined that the someone with almost nothing in the way of blood relations had managed to get this close to the seat of power.
This was the sinking ship Gruyere was talking about
Weins impression of Ordalasse tanked. He glanced behind the king. Zeno was standing in the back. He had heard from Ninym that Zeno hated Holonyeh. There was some concern she might run wildbut surprisingly, she was acting very calm, looking down, her breath steady, holding herself together.
We should be fine.
There were only four people in the room. Led by Raklum, the guards were waiting outside. If there were signs of any trouble, he had planned to force Zeno out of the room, but from the look of things, he could probably keep her close by.
Well then, Prince Wein. Lets start things off. How did the meetings with the other Holy Elites go?
I was given a number of conditions, but overall, the responses were favorable. With yourself included, I will have the majority vote.
Wonderful. Ordalasse gave a look of admiration. To think befriending those wretches would give us these results. I can see you carry the blood of Caleus.
Levetias top disciple, known for being taciturn? I have heard I carry that blood, but that era is distant enough to feel somewhat unreal to me.
Why, it is the reason youve gotten this far. There is no doubt you carry on an outstanding lineage, Prince. Ah, its actually too bad. If I had a daughter your age, Id marry her off to you.
While Wein was not in the least disappointed over Ordalasses statement, he did have a question.
If memory serves, isnt there a queen of Cavarin?
He couldnt be sure of the accuracy of this information, seeing that there wasnt much record of her entering the realm of politics, but Ordalasse should have had a few sons and daughters around Weins own age.
Just as he was thinking maybe they had fallen victim to some disease, Ordalasse shook his head.
Ah, those arent my children.
Not your children?
In spite of the excellent teachers I hired, none of them produced any results. There was no way they could be mine Ordalasse got that far, then stopped.
Oh, it seems Ive gone off track. He sounded troubled. My unfaithful ex-wife was executed, so you wont have to suffer the presence of such a vile being, Prince. Please do not worry.
Did you have definite proof?Updat𝒆d fr𝒐m nov𝒆lb(i)n.c(o)m
Proof? Ordalasses lips turned into an odd frown. What a thing to say. They did not produce results worthy of the blood. That was enough to prove they couldnt possibly share the grand blood of a disciple.
In other words, Ordalasse had deified his own lineage, convinced his own children would undeniably be prodigies. That meant it made perfect sense for him to think that average children were the result of infidelity, even without any damning proof.
Ive got a feeling his ship is more than sinking!
It was an irrational argument. It was only natural his vassals were bound to be distancing themselves. A seat among the Holy Elites was tempting, but when he considered how it would make him indebted to Ordalasse, Wein had some reservations, to say the least.
I mean, Steel is Um, yeah. And Caldmellia is Oof Guess Ill have to team up with Gruyerebut that guy will definitely be a huge pain, too
Wein mentally thumbed through his options again, but none of them were decent people. Well, it wasnt as if only upstanding citizens became the Holy Elites, so there wasnt much he could do with the pool of choices available to him.
Ordalasse must have taken Weins rumination as disapproval of his own claim. He appeared sorely displeased.
Prince Wein, it seems you do not understand the importance of blood.
No, Im not
You have no need to be ashamed. After all, as a young man, I also focused on merit over blood when appointing vassals.
And are you saying that was a mistake?
People change. Ordalasse seemed to be reminiscing. When it comes to talent, personality, preference, ambition, its all fluid. It can all change at any given moment. There might be vassals you expect would do great things who become deadwood half a year later.
Wein could agree about that much.
How should a politician evaluate people? When talent and loyalty are like mirages, what about people can they believe in? The answer is blood. Ordalasse tightened his fist. No matter who you are, you cannot cast aside your birth. The layered history of ones lineage is a foundation. Upon reflection, this is where they will always end up. In that case, there is value in trusting those who are born with the responsibility of carrying on a mighty line!
I see. Wein nodded.
WHAT A DUMBASSSSSSS. He cut down Ordalasses claim in a single stroke.
Basically, youre telling me it was a pain in the ass to choose appropriate jobs for you vassals, so you stuck to picking them based on bloodline, huh? Isnt that just admitting youre cutting corners?
For better or for worse, people did change. Even a fearless soldier would one day hope to return to his family in one piece. Even a philanthropic philosopher might drink to oblivion over unrealized dreams. Wein was on the same page for this point.
However, change itself was not a bad thing. Because people were susceptible to change, they could adapt to new situations. Once politicians acknowledged a change in a vassal, it meant nothing more than adjusting to the new circumstances and reevaluating how they should deal with the person.
If the vassal wanted money, give them money. If they wanted prestige, grant them prestige. If they missed the place of their birth, station them there. If they wanted a distraction, toss them in the red-light district.
People change. But there is one constant: They will always have desires greater than serving the nation. All you can do is offer an incentive to keep them as satisfied as possible.
This was a difficult task that had no end, of course, but Wein managed to do it. If he had time, he walked around the palace daily, observing peoples expressions to confirm there were no changes in their minds and bodies. He diligently sent letters to those far away and examined any changes in their reply or brushwork. Depending on the situation, he would dispatch people or call upon themall to confirm where their heart was at.
The fact that he knew how easily people change and tried to catch those warning signs spoke volumes about Weins style of rule.
But Ordalasses policy was If its a pain, Im not doing it. Ill decide everything by blood.
And that was it.
Wein couldnt stand the idea of a king double his age engaging in this behavior.
Im gonna lay you out, he thought in a rush.
And to think that Ordalasse had even managed to create a rift with his own vassals. Wein felt nothing but disgust.
I seriously dont wanna work with this guy What should I do?
Wein wanted to be a Holy Elite. Ordalasses endorsement was essential for that goal. He began to seriously consider what he should do. Get Ordalasses vote and the position, then quickly cast him aside? Cut the meeting off early and immediately realign with King Gruyere? Form ties with another Holy Elite?
Hmph. Seems I got heated. My apologies.
Please, I thought nothing of it. Wein wasnt lying.
He really didnt think anything of it. In fact, he couldnt care less.
Ive always been quick to lose my cool. And these days, I havent even been distracted by Ordalasse trailed off. Come to think of it, he continued, I forgot something. I actually had a favor I wanted to ask of you, Prince Wein.
A favor? What might that be? Wein gave a hollow response.
It had to involve the gold mine. But considering how he was already considering cutting ties with Ordalasse, he was hesitant to blow more money on him.
Think you could lend me those Ashheads youre breeding in Natra?
Huh? It took Wein a few seconds to process the request.
Ashheads was the slur of choice in the West for the Flahm. Wein got that much. But what did he mean by lend?
What would you need them for?
I was thinking of hunting them to get my mind off things. Chasing around beasts can get boring, and hunting people is an unforgivable sin. Im nothing but grateful to our great and merciful god for providing humanoid prey for us.
Wein fell into silence.
Ordalasse coughed awkwardly. I understand your shock. You must want to say how disrespectful it is to lend gods bounty to another. But I have already hunted down all of Cavarins Ashheads back when I was young. I havent been able to amuse myself with a hunt in a long time. Im guessing Natra actively breed them to prevent this, right? Smart thinking on your part.
Oh, thats right. From what Ive heard, you keep a quality Ashhead with you, right? How about we use that to go hunting together? I might be a little rusty, but Ive still got faith in my skill.
From the back of the room, Zeno noticed something. Wein sat in front of her, and something inside him had changed.
Ordalasse must have sensed it, too, because he tilted his head in puzzlement.
Whats wrong, Prince Wein?
Wein replied in a troubled tone. Ah, nothing. I was just doing some calculations.
Hmm?
Yes, but Im finished now. Please do not worry By the way, King Ordalasse, which would you prefer? Shall we decide now or later?
Hmm? For something this trivial, theres no question. Well decide here and now.
I see. Well, then Wein smiled. Nice knowing ya, Ordalasse.
Thump! Wein bent forward over the deskor that was what it had looked like, until he drove a kick right into Ordalasses face.
Oorgah?! Ordalasse was driven hard into the sofa, which toppled over, king and all.
Behind him, Holonyehs eyes widened. Wein stamped over the desk and leaped out, kicking Holonyeh between the eyes and knocking him completely to the floor. Wein pivoted himself around as soon as he landed. Drawing hidden weapons from his inner pockets, he aimed for the only door connecting to outside.
Your Majesty, that sound just now
The weapons pierced the foreheads of the guards who had opened the door, corpses ready to pitch out into the hallway. But Raklum came from behind and kicked them all out of the way.
Your Highness, what happ ? Oh, I see. Surveying the inside of the room, Raklum understood in an instant. Ill keep watch outside. But please hurry with your next move.
Raklum swiped a sword from a dead guards corpse and tossed it to Wein.
Yeah, I wont be long.
Sword in hand, Wein walked toward the collapsed Ordalasse, who was still writhing in agony.
Koff Wh-whatre you trying to do? This is
Every inch of Ordalasses face said he didnt understand the situation. Wein looked down on him coldly.
You know, I was really torn between my options. I mean, I know this goes against every concept of manners in the world.
What are you saying?
Well, you did say we should decide now. So lets get to it. Wein prodded the kings throat with his sword.
W-wait! I Im a Holy Elite! Im King Ordalasse, a descendant of one of Levetias disciples! Just what do you think that makes me?!
Garbage.
Without a shred of mercy or hesitation, Wein slit his throat.
Ordalasse gave a soundless cry before growing still. The metallic scent of blood filled the room.
Zeno. Drawing the blade back, Wein turned around.
When he called out to her, Zeno jolted, shocked by the chain of events shed just witnessed.
U-um, Your Highness. Ah! What is going on?!
Relax. Theres something more important here. What will you do about him? Wein jabbed his finger toward Holonyeh, who was still cowering in fear on the floor. You can take him out yourself if you want.
Wein turned the hilt of the blade toward Zeno. That much was enough for Zeno to understand what he was getting at.
W-w-w-w-w-wait! Please wait! Holonyeh cried out, stuttering. Please find it in your heart to forgive me! Ill never speak a word of this to anyone!
No, barked Wein, leaving Holonyeh at a loss for words.
But he quickly came back to himself and clung to Weins feet.
II can be useful to you, dear sir! I swear to God that I will not betray you!
You teamed up with Levert to try to kill me.
Holonyehs face paled. You You have it all wrong! General Levert threatened me, but it was not what I wished! He was planning to make King Ordalasse retire so he could try to take control of the government! I would never willingly cooperate with him! I-Im not lying! The plans inside my mansion prove it!
The sword had disappeared from Weins hand.
Shut it, you damn traitor!
Zeno faced Holonyeh and swung down. He dodged the blade by a hair, scrambling to escape, but he was quickly driven toward the wall. The sword was thrust right before his very nose.
Eek! W-wait! What is it you want?! If its within my power, Ill give you anything! So please, just wait!
ENOUGH! roared Zeno.
It sent a shiver down Holonyehs spine.
What do you mean it wasnt what you wished?! Are you saying you didnt mean to betray Marden, either?!
M-Marden? Holonyeh parroted, quivering, as if he couldnt possibly know what she was talking about. Wh-why bring Marden up?
Zenos eyes burned with rage.
As he observed her, Wein sighed. Oh, I see. If you commit treason carelessly, itll end up biting you in the ass. This has been a learning moment for me.
Holonyeh must have picked up a hint from Weins words. He looked at Zeno right in front of himshuddering with a gasp.
A-ah That face Youre!
Then the naked blade ran through him.
In short, I handled things with a few creative liberties.
I see I understand.
Wein finished speaking as he swayed along on his horse. Riding next to him, Ninym covered her eyes.
Are you impressed?
Im appalled! That was the natural reaction. I cant believe it Assassinating a Holy Elite Of all things!
Well, dont worry about it too much, Ninym. Instead of agonizing over the past, we should look forward and figure out what were going to do from here on. Right?
Youre one to talk. Ninym almost exploded, but she kept it in.
If they hadnt been in public, she would have done him in with punches from both hands and thrown in a little knee, but now was not the time. They were surrounded by delegation members. A rowdy conversation was one thing, but it wasnt as if she could start letting fists fly in front of everyone.
Ill beat the living crap out of him when we get home, Ninym promised herself before switching gears.
She hated to admit that Wein was right, but right now, they needed to focus on safely getting home to Natra.
Do you think well be followed? Ninym asked, looking over her shoulder to observe the long road. The party had already escaped, racing toward Natra. The capital was already far behind them.
Of course, theyll come after us. Theyll find him dead after our meeting. Which makes me the obvious suspect. Plus, we immediately fled the capital, so they have no reason not to come after us.
However, Wein added with a bright smile, I annoyed them as much as I could before leaving. I think I bought us some time.
What is going on?!
The Imperial Court of Cavarinwell, more like the entire capitalhad fallen into mass chaos.
The cause was King Ordalasses death. Thinking it odd that he was a no-show to an appointed meeting, they had searched the castle and found his corpse in one of the private rooms. As soon as Levert heard the news, he got together with the other vassals and quickly imposed a gag order. It was the obvious decision. Who knew what chaos would ensue if the people discovered their king was suddenly dead? Not to mention, the Gathering of the Chosen for the Holy Elites was in session. And that occurred only once a year. There was no way they could let this get out.
He knew Prince Wein had been the one scheduled to meet with the king in that room. Levert quickly dispatched subordinates to apprehend him.
But despite putting the best possible plan in the worst possible circumstances into action, they were too late in dealing with Weins parting present.
General! The building that hosted Prince Wein is on fire!
What?!
Cavarin would inevitably see Wein as the enemy. Chaos would engulf the capital. But it couldnt be further from Weins problem. He had set the building on fire right before they made their scramble out of there.
And that wasnt all.
General! A number of smaller fires have been confirmed in other districts of the city!
He had given the order for all intelligence assets to vacate the city and set the hidden safe houses on fire.
Argh! In any case, just start putting out the fires and evacuate the citizens!
The Festival of the Spirit was in full swing. People had gathered from all over, with more than twice the usual amount of residents currently staying in the city. Fires would cause mass panic.
General, we have a problem! Another subordinate came flying in.
What now?!
There have been a series of unsettling rumors traveling around the castle town! As a result, a number of sporadic revolts have broken out!
Rumors?! What rumors?!
The male subordinate had trouble finding the right thing to say.
Forgive me for my words, but the rumor is that General Levert has murdered King Ordalasse, his own masterto usurp the throne!
Levert was lost in a stupor for a few moments before unleashing a roar.
YOUVE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
Lady Caldmellia, I have returned.
As Owl called to her from the doorway, Caldmellia continued looking out the window.
Whats the situation, Owl?
Outside, black smoke was rising everywhere. The festival was no longer rowdybut tumultuous. Here in the block of noble mansions, the guards of Cavarin provided tight security, but everywhere else had to be enveloped in angry bellows and violence by then.
Right. The initial fire in Prince Weins building has started to die down. However, news of the kings death is beginning to spread among the people. On top of that, deceptive misinformation is complicating matters, and the people are in a panic. In pockets of the city, revolts and looting have broken out.
Wonderful. Caldmellia looked ecstatic and sighed. He must have been bored by this little trip to do all this. I am nothing but thankful to Prince Wein.
Is this all right? It seems we are helping him.
Do we have another choice? In addition to King Ordalasses death, we have proof of that generals betrayal.
As Holonyeh had said in his last breath, Levert had plans to take the throne from Ordalasse. Under Weins orders, Raklum had obtained proof from Holonyehs mansion. As they had set fire to their building and spy hideouts to make their escape, Wein decided to do the most chaotic thing imaginable and sent the proof to Caldmellia. It was a move that said he was sure she could use that information to create even more of a mess.
And he had been exactly right.
Now that we have this precious information, it would be a waste if we didnt use all possible means to help the fire burn bright.
Wein had seen through her meddlesome personality and quickly used it to his advantage. Both these things concerned Owl.
It seems the Holy Elites are all planning to evacuate the city.
I suppose they would. They may be dumb as bricks, but at least they understand the imminent danger theyre in.
And what shall we do?
Please prepare our escape. After burning this place as much as possible, we will return to the land of the Holy King.
Understood. Owl bowed and withdrew.
Caldmellia hadnt turned her eyes away from the window even once and had murmured to the boy as if he were right in front of her.
As the one who caused this festive pandemonium, its a shame you cant participate. But its all too perfect. As my heartfelt thanks, I hope youll enjoy the little trap Ive laid.
Why dont we take a short breather?
Raklum nodded at Weins suggestion and relayed the announcement to the rest of the delegation. They all gave a look of relief and quickly began setting up a rest stop.
They hadnt been told of Ordalasses death. Thinking it would only create confusion, Wein had told them they were immediately returning to Natra because hed sensed that General Levert was plotting to attack.
Ninym, hows our pace?
Its fine. It was a good idea bringing as little as possible. Ninym spread out a map. However, the path branches off in three directions. Theres the shortest one along the mountains, the central road, and an alternative route with famous sightseeing locations. Our plans had included using the central road both to Cavarin and back, but what is your opinion?
I heard the path along the mountain had frequent landslides.
Yes, it is steep. Accidents happen frequently.
Hmm Raklum, while were setting up to rest, send people out to check the mountain road.
Understood. Raklum immediately began selecting who to dispatch, which Wein observed from the corner of his eye.
Ninym, you sent a bird out to Hagal, right?
Yes.
He should already be on the move, then
Hagal. The general protecting the gold mine.
Right after leaving the city, Ninym had sent out a messenger bird with orders to send soldiers out to meet them.
If we can group up with Hagal, we should be able to hold off our pursuers. If it turns out the mountain road is passable, we should try to dash through it all in one go, he said.
Ninym agreed with Weins assessment.
By the way, Ninym, hows Zeno?
Depressed. Troubled. Busy.
After their escapeafter dealing with Ordalasse and Holonyehshe had fallen out of sorts. She had been wrestling with the conflicting sense of accomplishment for taking revenge on the sellout and the guilt of dirtying her own hands. Plus, she was trying to process witnessing Ordalasses death right before her very eyes. She carried hope that Natra and the Liberation Front would form an alliance. She couldnt find common ground for all those emotions.
Ninym would have liked to speak with her and calm her mind, but they were in the middle of an emergency. She had no time to slip away.
We have to make sure she gets back to the Remnant Army in one piece. Keep an eye on her.
Ninym nodded. Will you join with the Remnant Army?
Isnt it obvious? Now that Ive killed Ordalasse, well go to war against Cavarin even if we get out of here alive. Theres no way were getting through that without an allyRemnant Army or notto back us up.
The situation keeps changing
Seriously! Why did things turn out this way? Ow, dont kick my leg.
Ninym continued to prod Weins shin with the tip of her shoe.
So did you decide to ally with the Remnant Army before you killed Ordalasse? Or after?
Before, of course. Come on, Im not that reckless. I wouldnt kill him without thinking ahead.
Hmm, I see. And Im sure you werent simply thinking about what your options were after killing him, right?
Look at me.
Wein refused to meet her eyes. Ninym sandwiched his face with both hands and forced him to look at her.
Coming up with a plan under the assumption that youll kill him is basically the same as thinking about it afterward!
No, well, the timing all came down to his request. If that hadnt happened, thered be a good, decent, slight chance that the results would have been different.
Liar! You would have killed him no matter what.
Have some faith in my logic.
I only believe in the situation at hand. Also, who was it that said no assassinations at the meeting? Ninym pulled at his cheeks.
A shadow was suddenly cast over them.
As they looked up at the sky to see what was going on, they caught sight of a large bird, its wings fanned out as it came in for a landing.
Thatsword from the palace, Ninym said.
She quickly faced the bird and held out her arm, where it gently landed. A cylinder was attached to its foot, and Ninym immediately opened it to take out the scroll inside.
Whats it say, Ninym?
Birds as clever as this one were a rare find and only used for emergencies. In other words, something at home had been urgent enough for them to dispatch it. Wein sensed a terrible premonition as Ninym faced him.
It seems General Hagal has started a revolt.
Huh?
Wein couldnt help but doubt his own ears.
Since birth, this child had been saddled with the sin of cowardiceabandoning a master to run away.
For this crime, the child was scorned daily while continuing to eke out an unfortunate existence.
When was it that this child first started to feel desire? When had this small being started to think of nothing but prestige? It didnt matter if no one understood. As someone with nothing, the child wanted an honor, even if it was only a small share of it.
That was why the teen set foot on the battlefield, fighting without pause, believing in the hope of receiving recognition one day.
And the soldier was skilled in battle, shooting through the ranks and performing brilliantly as a general. This was a time of blissof honor. A season golden with coins.
But then winter came.
The soldiers master raised heinous accusations, sweeping away any trace of a favorable reputation. Why? There was no answer to this question. Before long, the familiar days of scorn returned, settling back on an all-too-human body. But unlike before, seeking honor was no longer an option.
In anger, in hatred, in regret, in agony, the pariah fled home and wandered. These were days of disdain and contempt as the stigma shadowed every path.
And then finally, the wanderer arrived in a small nation to the far north. It was a poor land largely unaffected by war. It was wretched. The traveler had once led ten thousand soldiers and basked in the adulation of the people. The thought of rotting away in this country was enough to bring on a few tears.
But the king had said A chance may come when that talent of yours will be needed. Until then, continue to hone your skills.
The new resident believed the kings wordsor wanted to believe them. Days passed without event, the hours filled with nothing except for studying and training.
It had been a year. No opportunity had come.
And then five years passed without note. But the citizen kept doubt at bay.
And then ten years of being harrowed by anxiety had gone by.
And then twenty. By now, resignation weighed heavier than lead.
And then thirty. Something in the continent had changed: the rise of a sagacious prince.
And the opportunity had finally arrived.
But reaching out hands trembling with joy, the elder noticed something How old and wrinkled they had become
What troubles you, General Hagal?
Ngh General Hagal slowly opened his eyes.
They were in the defense fortress built to the west of the Jilaat gold mine. At the moment, Hagal was gathered there with a dozen of his men.
Pardon. When I think about what my hands are about to do, they seem to slightly resist.
Im afraid that will not do. You are the leader of the new army of Natra, after all.
The New Army. It was the name the people gathered here had given themselves. In actuality, it was a rebel army.
It all started after Weins delegation passed through the fortress.
Without any warning, the lords of each land led their soldiers to this fortress. They had numbered up to two thousand. The fortresss garrison had reached five hundred. Even then, their defense remained unfazed. This was primarily because the lords flew the flag of Natra and because they had Hagal. If push came to shove, they had full confidence they could expel those soldiers under their generals orders.
But in the end, no swords were crossed. Hagal explained they were the reinforcements that he had requested of the lords himself. They all deeply trusted the general, showing no trace of doubt. They let the lords soldiers into the fortress.
No one could blame the defending soldiers. How could they have noticed that these lords were the ones who Wein had been keeping an eye on due to signs of potential mutiny?
Or that their beloved general was trying to dupe them?
The situation quickly changed. By the time the defense noticed something was off, it was already too late. The lords forces bound them. They then took control of the mining town and declared their independence with Hagal as their leader.
Hows the situation at the palace?
In an uproar, according to our spies. Well, its not surprising since they dont have the prince there with them.
Good. Lets really throw them into a panic.
The lords were all in high spirits as they chatted. This was only natural. They were taking a once-in-a-lifetime gamble, and right now, everything seemed to be leaning largely in their favor. Even if there were lords who didnt exactly agree, no one could put a stop to it. Wein and Ninym had been aware of this when they found out about the current situation, and the truth was, they were right.
However, three reasons brought this situation about that even the lords could have never imagined.
One, Wein had gone to Cavarin as part of the delegation. The accompanying entourage had been set to a minimum, which convinced the lords that they could easily take them out.
Two, they had Hagal on their side. He had the battle prowess to overtake Wein as head of their rebel army and was able to unite the disorderly group of rebel lords.
Three, a third party had tied the lords and Hagal together.
My apologies for being late, called out a woman as she entered the room.
The female merchant Ibis had been the central figure in bringing Hagal and the lords together.
How was it, Ibis?
There are no issues. Prince Wein is on his way back to Natra.
The lords grew excited. Securing Wein on his return from Cavarin was a crucial step in their rebellion. As long as they had Wein, they could negotiate with either Natra or Cavarintheir choice.
Lets get the soldiers in formation!
Wait, there are three roads to Cavarin. We dont know which to cover
Spreading out our forces is risky.
Then should we place them at a meeting point?
The lords argued over this animatedly but couldnt come to any sort of agreement. Naturally. Wein kept them far from his political administration, and the complete and honest truth was that they had no talent.
What do you think, General Hagal? They looked toward their leader.
The old veteran took one look at them and quietly spoke. As mentioned, the roads leading toward us eventually converge into a single path. You should lie in wait there.
Right, lets quickly gather our forces, and
However. Hagal stopped the eager lords. We also need to keep an eye on the soldiers originally stationed here and be prepared when Natras main forces come to take back the fortress. Not to mention, Prince Weins soldiers are less than one hundred. Taking along five hundred soldiers is more than enough.
They were mobilizing a quarter of their troops. The lords nodded in agreement with Hagals logical strategy, but Ibis cut in.
Please wait, General Hagal. Our foe is Prince Wein. I am willing to bet he can outmaneuver five hundred. To be absolutely sure, wont it be safer to dispatch a thousand more?
I am still concerned whether we can defend ourselves here.
Then what if we put an end to the soldiers guarding the fortress? Ibis cooed.
The lords shuddered. The forces here were elite soldiers who Hagal had raised and trained himself. Even when restraining them, hed given them strict orders not to cause any bloodshed. For fear of incurring Hagals wrath, no one had been able to say that they should kill these soldiers to decrease the burden at the fortress.
But surprisingly enough, Hagal gave an indifferent reply devoid of any emotion.
They may still be loyal to Natra now, but I know theyll change their minds to follow me if Wein dies. Then well have soldiers with battle experience. It would be a waste to get rid of them here.
I see; youre right. Well, what if we take half of our soldiers to the front lines? You may be concerned over insufficient forces, General Hagal, but please do not worry. I said so before, but reinforcements are headed this way.
It was the lords who expressed joy at thisnot Hagal.
Oh. How heartening!
I knew it! We werent the only ones fed up with Prince Wein.
Of course not. What kind of chump puts Flahm in positions of power? And why would he ever be popular?
Hagal looked at the excited nobles from the corner of his eye, then stared at Ibis.
Theres no question that more forces are on their way, right, Ibis?
Of course.
Very well. Well blockade the main road with a thousand soldiers and lie in wait for Wein. Prepare to move out.
Right!
The lords all stood up and left the room to carry out Hagals orders. Hagal stayed in his place and finally looked at Ibis, who had lagged behind.
Ibis, once everything is over
I know. As promised, I shall return to your homeland, restore your honor, and arrange for you to be received as a general. Im certain it will be a simple matter for my master.
Very well
Everything has gone favorably because of Your Excellency Reaching out to you was worthwhile, as were the others.
Are you being sarcastic?
Im being honest. Im sure you have your own opinions about the prince.
This was neither a question nor a jest, and Hagal remained silent a long while, then spoke as if to himself.
I am old. I cannot return to that time of my life in Natra. Forgive me, Prince Wein. Everything is already too late.
Meanwhile, Wein was troubled.
Okaaay. What to do?
Choosing to trust a piece of information lay largely on the deliverers authority and their relationship to the receiving party. People tended to believe information that came from a person in power, a specialist, or an acquaintance.
As for why, it was because there were time and physical constraints.
Take, for example, a strange animal scratching at the house next door. You could decide to check it out yourself, of course. But when it came down to foreign affairs, it wasnt so easy to pop over and see things for yourself.
If a stranger insisted it was a red bird, and a friendor an influential figureclaimed it had blue plumes, most would generally believe the latter.
In other words
Ninym, do you think Hagal is a traitor?
All signs would normally point to fake news.
They had come down to this question.
General Hagal. He had rank, skill, and a long record of accomplishments in service to Natra. Even if the dispatcher had used the bird reserved for emergencies, Ninymmuch less the citizens of Natracouldnt help but think there was some sort of mistake to suspect him of betraying their country.
However, there was one more factor when it came to how much information could be trusted.
This might mean that last scheme of yours drained him of all affection he had for you.
NYAAAAAGH! Wein yelped.
By that last scheme, she meant the plan to use Hagal as bait to draw out any dissenters. Hagal and Wein had intentionally spread rumors for this purpose, but no one could deny Hagals loss of reputation might have left him inclined to follow through with this scheme.
While the timing had been unexpected, Wein had hoped Hagal would gather a group of rebels, so it was realistic to believe he was raising an army.
Could he pinpoint a specific cause for this information? That would drastically change the informations believability.
Ive said many times that I was opposed to it.
I know! I know, okay? I get it! I was wrong! Hagals betrayal! Cavarin coming after us! Its aaaaaaall my fault!
Wow, youre so right Im shocked
Seriously. I mean, even I think Im a piece of garbage
They could reflect on it all they wanted once they got out of this situation.
The first issue is whether there is a rebel army and whether Hagal is the mastermind. Then, theres the question of whether he actually betrayed us or if hes under circumstances that give him no choice but to obey
Since were short on time, we should assume the worst. Assume there is a rebel army, that Hagal is their leader, that he betrayed us by his own will. Lets put his motive aside and operate under those conditions.
Wein nodded at her assessment. The three roads ahead are different lengths, but once you pass through them, they merge into one. I imagine Hagal is waiting for me there to either capture or kill me.
According to reports, it seems Hagal has already gathered soldiers. Hell be moving quickly. Even if we use the mountain path as originally planned, it will be difficult to pass through before they cut us off.
But our options outside of that are kinda meh
Wein had heard the rebel army numbered close to two thousand. He had no idea how many were coming for them, but itd probably be in the five hundred to one thousand range. And if Hagal was the one giving the orders, it would be hard to fight or escape if he got pinned down even once.
That said, if they ventured off the main road and got bogged down, Cavarin would catch up from behind. They had investigated the troops in the capital of Cavarin ahead of time: Pursuit would likely comprise mostly horsemen and anywhere between two to five hundred soldiers. Meaning another enemy that Weins group couldnt handle.
Honestly, things werent looking good. As they wondered what to do, Raklum rushed up to them.
Your Highness, those who went to investigate the mountain path have returned.
Oh, howd it go?
Raklum shook his head. I have unfortunate news. There was a landslide the other day, and now it seems the road is impassable.
Ninym moaned at this, unbidden. They were in dire straits, and yet, they couldnt use the shortest road. It made their chances of getting past Hagals blockade all the slimmer.
And how long will it take to clear? Wein asked.
The shortest time frame is ten days.
Ten days. It would be impossible to wait that long. Ninym was certain Cavarin would catch up by then.
Options, options. We can either pray for the safety of Wein and his select few as they attempt to race through the central highway on horseback before the rebel army arrives or leave the main roads and proceed cautiously in the hopes of avoiding discovery.
Either one had a considerable risk. Wasnt there a more reliable option that could at least help Wein out of this situation?
As Ninym thought about this, she gave Wein a sidelong glance and noticed that a bold smile was breaking out on his lips.
Lets get moving, Raklum. Breaks over. Get everyone ready to go.
Understood! Raklum left quickly to do as he was instructed.
Ninym, call Zeno over. Weve got some things to discuss.
Understood But what are you going to do, Wein?
Ninym couldnt help but ask, and Wein replied mischievously.
Put their unseen backs to good use.
A few days had passed since Weins group escaped from Cavarin. Levert had finally started to subdue the capital and ordered an adjutant to send out a pursuit party.
Listen up! Capture the prince of Natra at any cost! He assassinated King Ordalasse!
Though he faced his subordinates with fervor, Levert was still having a tough time dealing with internal affairs. After King Ordalasses sudden passing, Levert had become the core of the provisional government. As a general, he had been initially entrusted with military matters, and hed also been the one issuing orders to quell the capital, so it only made sense for him to fill the position.
But the rumors that he had murdered his own master made it seem as if he had been scheming to gain the position in the ensuing chaos of the kings death. Levert was well aware of this.
To make things worse, the Holy Elites had returned to their home countries. If they had either declared their confidence in the new provisional government or appointed a crown prince as a new Holy Elite, he would have probably been able to stop the situation from deteriorating.
But the reality was that he was currently plagued with scandal and left facing nothing but protests. Things were not looking to be in his favor. The citizens had not only lost their king but also a huge structural support systemthe Holy Elites. Of course, the citizensand even the government officialswould be consumed by panic. The lords of the realm must have started to seriously weigh their choices. They needed a scapegoat or an easy reason to explain it all. That was why Levert was in a very precarious position indeed.
We must catch that prince and expose him as the mastermind!
In truth, Levert had one more option. He could foist the blame on any old person and wrap things up that waybut he wouldnt take that route out.
Because rage consumed Levertfor the blow to his pride that this uproar had caused and for the kings death. He needed justification for invading Natra. That had driven Levert to take action.
Come on, get going! We can still catch them!
Leverts close aide, Kustavi, led his subordinates as they raced down the northern roadall cavalry, coming in at around five hundred strong. It was almost excessive, since their opponents party exceeded no more than fifty. Levert had been faced with some criticism for sending out soldiers en massefor the turmoil in the capital had yet to die downbut he silenced them. He couldnt allow them get away, even if it was only a one-in-a-million chance.
Captain, the scouts have returned!
A few horsemen raced toward Kustavi, confirming the condition of the road ahead.
How is it? Did you find out which road they took?
Yes! There were signs of them on the central road. We found discarded luggage.
Kustavi raised a brow. They didnt take the mountain road?
They must have known they were being followed. The delegation should have taken the shortest road, risking its dangers. And yet
Apparently, there had been a landslide before their group could reach the road. Its still being cleaned up. Its currently impossible to pass, explained one of his subordinates.
That made sense to Kustavi. He knew that road was basically falling apart. God had to be punishing Wein for his wickedness. Levert was chuckling to himself when he suddenly became suspicious of something else.
Captain, let us set off in pursuit. We should be able to overtake them, urged the subordinate.
But Kustavi shook his head, eyes glinting. No. We should hold off. This must be a setup.
A setup?
Yes
Kustavi had instinctively reached down to touch his foot, where Wein had pierced him with a spear. After all, he had been the one who led the attack against the delegation.
With his own two eyes, Kustavi had witnessed the prince make his way out of his predicament, weaponizing the resources available to him and exercising his snap judgment. That was why Kustavi wasnt convinced that hed leave behind obvious tracks.
Im guessing theyre planning on taking a detourand trying to trick us into thinking they took the central road. That way they wouldnt be pursued from behind, he reasoned.
The subordinates all seemed to understand. It really was a cheeky little trick. But now that they had seen through the ruse, it was clear Weins group had specifically chosen the longest route to Natra.
Come on! Theyll be at the end of the byway! barked Kustavi, and the party in pursuit quickly set off.
Weve successfully deployed the troops, General Hagal.
Mm-hmm.
Three roads to Cavarin. Led by Hagal, the rebel army of a thousand soldiers took up positions at the crossroad.
Even the prince wont be able to escape this one, boasted one of the lords near him.
The others nodded in agreement.
That was when a woman cut into their conversation. But will this be okay?
It was Ibis. She had accompanied them to the battlefield. The lords were in a foul mood because she was a womanand a lowly merchant at that! And she hadnt simply followed them to the battlegrounds; she was acting like she owned the place! But there was no denying that she played a huge part in helping them rise to action, so they said nothing.
To prepare, we should give the right to command all the forces to General Hagal.
Like she implied, the rebel forces were not unifiedbecause the lords had each brought their own soldiers.
Many of the lords had come here with the intention of commanding their own armies. It just wouldnt sit right with them if Hagal led their personal soldiers to their deaths.
And whats more, Hagal himself didnt act as if he wished for that, either.
I know I am the symbolic head, but I share their opinion And with this many soldiers, I dont think well have any difficulty capturing the prince, even under different commands.
What the general says.
Women should stay back and keep their mouths shut!
With this much pushback, Ibis couldnt say anything more. And thus, the hodgepodge army remained divided. They continued to lie in wait for the prince.
Hmm. Hagal caught the sound of horses hooves.
It wasnt from one horseor two, or ten, or even twenty.
It had to be over a hundred cavalrymen coming their way!
The enemy is coming! Ready your weapons!
As Hagal raised his voice, the lords and soldiers scattered into their positions. As they did, the sound grew closerand five hundred horsemen appeared before them.
With the scene before him, Kustavi quickly called out, Halt! All forces, at ease!
At their captains order, the horsemen slowed and came to a stop. After craning his neck to look at their situation, Kustavi looked forward once again. There were around a thousand soldiers ready for battle on the road ahead.
Who the hell are they? He groanedvisibly confused and on guard.
Things had been going great until he had come up with his theory that the main road was a trap and raced toward the byway. But they had gone on and on without encountering even a shadow of the delegation. Kustavi was starting to get impatient. He wondered if he had read into the situation too deeply.
But it wasnt as if he could just call it quits. He had believed the delegation was on the road ahead and continued onward Now, they were face-to-face with a mysterious army.
They dont fly the flag of Natra. And theyre all in different uniforms. Could they be bandits?
Would bandits be in formation? What kind of army is this?
It was an odd situation. They werent the only ones disoriented, either; he could feel the confusion radiating from the other army. In other words, neither knew the identity of the other.
Kustavi asked himself what they should do. How should they deal with this unexpected encounter?
As he stressed over this, a single horseman cautiously approached them.
This was their chance. His only target was the prince of Natra. He wanted to avoid any meaningless battles. Kustavi got ready to send out a soldier in response, and
The enemy is attacking! shrieked someone from behind.
Whats with this person?
That question had been occupying Zenos mind ever since theyd hightailed it out of Cavarin. She had known hed had the skills to drive back Marden, and from their conversations on the road to Cavarin, she knew his values were quiet yet resolute. But now, she was stupefiedby his method of undermining enemy nations with books, his peculiar way of thinking that could rival the Holy Elites, and his decisiveness in murdering King Ordalasse.
As theyd approached the three forked roads at last, the enemy had closed in on them from both sides.
Well let the party in pursuit pass us, he had said, then go head-to-head with Hagals rebel army.
Shed been dumbfounded. That would be the last thing that she would ever think to do.
More specifically, well let our pursuers pass us and then attack them from behindright as the two sides confront each other. Then, well break through the chaos and turn the whole thing into a chaotic battlefield.
When Wein put it that way, it felt as though this was the only option. That, of course, meant they needed a way to let the party in pursuit pass them, but
Thats simple, Wein had commented. We can leave our luggage and belongings on the main road to signal we were there, then hide on the mountain road until they pass us.
The mountain road was prone to landslides, providing plenty of shelter under rocks. It wouldnt be difficult to hide fifty people. And since the party in pursuit wanted to catch up to Weins group as quickly as possible, their investigation into their whereabouts would be perfunctory at best.
Wein would win, no matter what course his pursuers chose: They would either run down the central road upon spotting their luggageor try to read into his next steps and take the byway. They couldnt take the mountain pass, since there was that recent landslide, which left only two options. At least, making them think they only had two options would ensure Weins success.
But could they really pull it off?
Logically? Yes. But it was only a theory. If the party in pursuit had been more thorough in their investigations, the delegation would have been caught in a fight with no way to retreat. If that happened, Wein would be capturedand the rest killed.
And yet, Wein decided to put this theory to the test. He had come to terms with the possibility of death and pushed it aside as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Is that what you call the makings of a king?
She had no idea, though there was one thing she could say for sure.
The unguarded backs of the party in pursuit before them was proof his plan had succeeded.
The series of events that followed would be best described as a chain reaction.
Wh-what?! Whats going on?!
The surprise attack from behind threw the pursuers into absolute chaos. Even though the possibility of being struck from behind was psychologically tormenting, the cavalrymen couldnt easily turn around as such a maneuver would entail deftly maneuvering their horses. Unfortunately, their comrades to the left and right would get in the way and prevent them from moving freely.
This meant the only way out was forward. The horsemen could put some distance between them and fix the situationbut if they moved ahead any farther, theyd only be faced with the rebel army ready to confront them.
C-calm down! Under no circumstances are you to attack!
Dont retreat! If you do, Ill have your head!
Dammit! Who are they?! Are they the enemy?!
Five hundred horsemen had come into sight. That alone had been enough for the lords to fall into chaos. Trying to organize the soldiers in this state was virtually impossible. They hurled contradicting orders at their troops, and the soldiers organization completely dissolved.
But to the pursuers, it looked exactly like they were preparing for attack by breaking out from their initial formations.
Which was how the two parties somehow landed on the same page.
All right, it looks like its come to this. Charge! Break through the forward lines!
The enemy is attacking! All units, prepare to engage!
And so, the battle between a thousand rebels and five hundred horsemen began.
The battlefield had turned into a melee.
The pursuers rushed forward and failed to break through the defenses of the rebel army. But they managed to land a huge blow. Friend and foe jumbled together as they crossed swords.
Agh, Ive had enough! Who would have thought it would turn out like this?!
Out in the middle of the madness and surrounded by guards, Ibis clicked her tongue. She had planned to kill Wein here after he escaped from Cavarin. The prince was dangerous. If left alive, she was sure he would become an enemy of her master, Caldmellia.
But she hadnt found Weinall she had caught was a mysterious band of cavalry.
Just before she realized they must have been the pursuers sent from Cavarin and that they could try to make peaceful contact, the battle had begun.
Why would the party in pursuit show up before the prince?!
Where in the world was the prince? Could the pursuing party from Cavarin seriously have overlooked him on the road? She could have probably figured it out if the rebels and the pursuers could just talk, but chaos had broken out, and that chance was now long gone.
No, wait. This mess couldnt possibly be
Ibis realized something, snapping up her head to look out over the battlefield.
I see. Youve certainly outdone yourself.
Ibis quickly began to move. Taking the guards with her, she headed to the heart of the rebel army where Hagal and the lords were barking out orders. The mishmash of an army hadnt yet completely collapsed because several of Hagals forces were issuing orders on his behalf and helping hold things together by a thin thread.
General Hagal!
Ah, Ibis. What is it?
This is all a trap set by Prince Wein! Hes having us clash with that cavalry so he can slip through in the chaos! I imagine he is aiming to release the guards from the fortress! she shouted.
The lords became more confused and at a total loss for words.
Among all this, Hagal looked around calmly. Well gather any soldiers we can and chase the prince. Order the rest to fall back. Even their cavalry is unlikely to pursue us needlessly.
U-understood!
Coordinating with nearby lords, Hagal swiftly gathered soldiersaround two hundred in number. The group withdrew from the battlefield and headed east toward the fortress at full speed.
There are fifty people in the princes delegation. They must have split off into small groups to slip by more easily, which means there must be a group or two that wont make it to the other side. His delegation must have gotten smallerand exhausted from escaping Cavarin.
At this rate, we can definitely catch them, Ibis thought assuredly as she traveled with Hagal.
Her conviction soon became reality. Sensing movement, they caught members of Weins group as they made their way through the wilderness. It had been less than twenty people. As expected, two hundred soldiers would be more than enough to bring them down once they caught them.
When Wein realized hed been discovered, he did the unexpected. Rather than trying to escape, he stopped and looked behind him.
Hagals forces got close enough that both parties could hear each other and stopped.
There were two hundred soldiers in high spirits and twenty exhausted men. It was obvious what would happen if the two sides crossed swords.
But even now, Wein refused to fall apart.
General Hagal. Glad to see youre doing well. Wein greeted him as if they were meeting in the royal court.
His nonchalancewhich lacked any animosity or threatwas what had sparked fear.
Are you not even going to ask for a reason? Hagal asked.
Wein smiled. Ill ask after I win.
There was no way a single rebel could possibly know that this place had been where Leverts assassins had ambushed Weins party on their way to Cavarin.
Now, attack!
The Remnant Army of Marden emerged from the shadows of the boulders and attacked Hagals rebel army.
Well, then, said Wein to Zeno before they hid themselves away on the mountain path.
The plan is to slip in and out of the battlefield right after they start engaging with the pursuers, and everything turns crazy. But Hagal or someone else is bound to catch on to us. Which is why, Wein continued, were going to use that to lure in our pursuers, bring them down, and weaken their fighting power.
Isnt this when we should be thinking of an escape route instead? Zeno pointed out.
Wein shook his head. If possible, this is the point where I want to either capture Hagal or reduce the lords troops. We might be facing Cavarin in a single battle after this, and I want to conserve as much time and manpower as possible. Out there, theyre getting riled up over the Cavarinwho they wouldnt even shed a single tear over if the entire cavalry was annihilated. I gotta take advantage of that, no matter what.
Ninym raised a hand. If youre the decoy, where will we get the forces to bring them down?
The Remnant Army of Marden is going to help us out.
Huh? Zeno couldnt stop herself.
In exchange, were offering a joint front against Cavarin and assistance to revive the royal capital of Marden. What do you say, Zeno?
U-umm, well, I cant really make that decision on my own
Im pretty sure you can.
Weins assertion left Zeno completely speechless. Their eyes locked for a moment.
Finally, Zeno spoke as if in resignation. I will send a bird out with orders to have soldiers hide in the appointed location. However, Your Highness, I cannot guarantee they will actually be waiting for us until we get there.
Wein chuckled. Trust only has value because theres the potential of betrayal. Isnt that right?
Three hundred soldiers from Marden were lying in wait. They were just strong enough to bring down the rebel forces that came after Wein.
Furthermore, the rebels had been slapped together to make an army. The surprise attack simply crushed their already flagging morale; most were already surrendering or escaping. The rest of the soldiers resistance gradually weakened until finally they all dropped their weapons. One lone veteran general stood in the center, his grip tightening over his swordHagal.
Well done, Your Highness, he said, standing before Wein. These old bones are no match for you.
From atop his horse, Wein called out to him. Dont you have any words to defend yourself?
I do not. However, this was entirely my own decision. The fortress guards had no part in it.
Youll be put on trial. The punishment will fit the crime.
I have no regrets. After all, I did all this because I thought it was necessary.
And with that, Hagal tossed his weapon to the ground.
He was quickly restrained, and Weins party immediately went to infiltrate the fortress occupied by the rebel army. They already had a full understanding of its layout, of course, so releasing the guards whod been placed under house arrest was not difficult.
They carried out a ferocious assault and expelled the rebels in short order.
Meanwhile, the pursuers retreated, and once the few hundred returning rebels found out they lost the fortress and that Hagal had been apprehended, they quickly surrendered as well. The battlefield was quiet once more.
And thus, Hagals rebellion came to an end.
Honestly, I cant believe things turned out this way.
Gazing at the liberated fortress from far off, Ibis clicked her tongue. After Mardens surprise attack, she had realized there was no chance of victory and escaped as fast as she could.
We could have never imagined that general would be so useless.
Forming this plan had cost a hefty sum of money and a decent amount of timefrom contacting and secretly supporting the lords dissatisfied with Wein to deciding the right timing for enacting the plan altogether. And yet, Wein was fine, and the rebellion was destroyed.
But there were advantages to failure.
Hagal will now be gone from the stage, her subordinate stated matter-of-factly.
Ibis nodded reluctantly. Wein had been the plans main target, but the next best thingHagalwas someone who they had wanted either killed or expelled from society. After all, the military strength of Natra would fall drastically without him.
As the ringleader of the revolt, he cant escape execution Let us enjoy witnessing how the war with Cavarin unfolds from here on, Ibis spat like venom.
Then, she turned on her heel and walked away.
Just as shed said, news of Hagals execution spread across the nation soon after.