Novel Bin Book 4: Chapter 5
Book 4: Chapter 5
I see. I think I get the gist.
It was the morning after Wein arrived in Mealtars. Ninym had brought Wein up to speed.
He crossed his arms. Im not surprised she was done in during the ceremony. And I knew you would turn down a deal with Lowa. But I never would have guessed there would be an attack and a marriage proposal.
Im sorry. If we had returned home right after the attack, we could have avoided the proposal.
You didnt do anything wrong, Ninym. If I had been here, we would have stayed. Think of it as a good thing. Now we know to watch out for Demetrio Yawn.
Are you okay, Wein?
I guess I went overboard. Im pooped.
Im gonna sleep for three days straight when we get back, Wein silently schemed.
The real problems start now. The biggest two issues are how to peacefully turn down Demetrios marriage proposal and get everyone home in one piece. If possible, Id also like to sit down with Prince Bardloche and Prince Manfred.
I get why we want to prioritize the first two, but why Prince Bardloche and Prince Manfred?
For starters, I want to get a good measure of their characters. And I want to establish some sort of ties with them for the future. Plus, itll get me some insight into the summit, and I can dispel the impression that Natra is siding with Lowellminas faction.
Makes sense. Ninym saw where he was coming from.
On the first day of the ceremony, anyone could tell that Falanya and Lowellmina were on good termswhich was a sign that the Imperial princess was friendly with Natra.
But if the crown prince took out time to speak with the Imperial princes, it would color the public opinion about the relationship between Falanya and Lowellminafrom political to strictly personal.
Well, in exchange, it will lower Falanyas political credibility. But I think its worth the effort.
How will you get in touch with them? Will you have Lowa set it up?
That would be the proper way, but I dont really want her to lord it over me
That was the Lowellmina way. It wouldnt surprise him if she did him this favor and tried to make him repay it two-hundred-fold.
But you dont have another choice, right? Especially since we dont have much time.
True. I imagine Levetia wont stay silent for long. Id better finish up everything before that happens Wein tried to think of an alternative plan.
Someone knocked at the door. It was a lady-in-waiting.
Please pardon me. Prince Wein, two messengers have come to see you.
Messengers? From where?
One is from Prince Bardloche and the other is from Prince Manfred. They have both extended invitations to meet with you, Your Highness.
Wein and Ninym automatically looked at each other.
Okay, Ill be right there. Have them hang around.
Understood.
The lady-in-waiting left, and Wein chuckled softly.
Looks like I wasnt the only one waiting for an opportunity.
It seems that way. But which one will you choose, Wein?
Hmm Wein thought for a moment. Well, you did say you hit it off with the mayor.
What? Yes, he invited Princess Falanya for a guided tour around the city.
In that case, well capitalize on that. Wein grinned as he stood up.
As the mayor, Cosimo hosted many visitors in his manorfor politics, budget meetings, and sometimes darker subjects.
Inevitably, the reception rooms were constantly ready to receive guests. Cosimo especially appreciated the aesthetic details and furnishings of the room where he welcomed members of noble families. It was his prided room, befitting of anyone.
But on this day, his bloated confidence had shrunk down to a little speck that could be carried off by the slightest breeze.
Im terribly sorry that this is all I could prepare.
Three people and Cosimo were seated together in the room.
Its perfectly serviceable. We did come on such short notice, after all, said Wein, one of the three people. I heard you really helped out my sister, and I wanted to express my gratitude, Mayor Cosimo.
Youre too kind, Prince Wein. Cosimo bowed deeply before turning to look at someone else. Imperial Princes, should you feel inconvenienced by anything, please do not hesitate to inform me.
Should be fine. Tea basically tastes the same everywhere.
You have no class, Bardloche. But I have nothing to complain about.
The other two people in the room: Prince Bardloche and Prince Manfred.
It was a three-man meeting between the royal families of Natra and the Earthworld Empire. Even Cosimo had reason to be tense.
I never would have guessed you would send an envoy at the same time as me, Bardloche. You seem to have taken an interest in Prince Wein.
Right back at ya. As calculating as ever.
Im not like you, Bardloche. I dont have your physical strength, so I have to depend on this brain. Manfred shrugged dramatically. Nonetheless, I was shocked that Prince Wein would choose this place.
It was Wein who had chosen Cosimos manor as their meeting spot.
Since their invitations had come to him at the same time, Wein normally would have had to choose one to postpone to a later date. However, that would not send the right message. Because he wanted to be on good terms with both of the princes, it would be in his best interest to avoid stirring up any negative emotions. Hence, this plan to meet them both at the same time.
He had strategically chosen Cosimos manor as their meeting spot: The Imperial princes wanted to win over Mealtars, and Cosimo wanted to size up Wein and the princes for himself.
Which brought them all here.
Looks like you got a good head on your shoulders, too, Prince Wein.
Oh, not at all. Wein shook his head humbly. You already know Ive been in wars with both Marden and Cavarin since becoming regent. If I had been able to see through their motives, I could have avoided it. Im amazed by my own foolishness.
Yeah, but you beat them, Bardloche replied. I hear your army was inferior to Mardens and Cavarins soldiers. I want to know how you still won.
Oh, I concur. I would love to hear about how you led your army, Prince Wein. Youre rumored to be the greatest war strategist of our time, added Manfred.
Thats an exaggeration. But I suppose I can share if youre interested.
Wein began to recount his time on the battlefield, and the meeting had a great start.
It expanded into a discussion on martial arts with Bardloche, followed by Manfred talking about the journal where he chronicled his trips in the Empire. The conversation seemed to take off on its own.
Of course, it was all superficial. Beneath the surface, they were all engrossed in their own convoluted thoughts.
Okay, lets map out the situation, Wein thought. Im here to convince them that Im not a part of Lowellminas faction and hint at my interest in supporting both of the princesall without declaring anything openly or siding with anyone. I want them to leave this meeting thinking they can talk to me, even though they didnt get me to officially join their faction.
That would be the best outcome for Wein. But Bardloche and Manfred had different goals. Wein had to find common ground with them.
When should I bring it up?
Wein tried to find an opportunity as the meeting continued.
By the way, Manfred started, I hear that Demetrio showed up uninvited at your residence yesterday. If he did something shameless, I apologize on his behalf as a member of the Imperial family.
It was no big deal. Princess Lowellmina happened to be with us and acted as a mediator.
The air grew still.
Wein had brought up Lowellmina. This would trigger all participants to discuss the heart of the matter.
You seem friendly with Lowellmina. From what Ive heard, you were often seen together at the military academy, Manfred noted.
Its strange that we get along well. Shes an irreplaceable friend.
A friend? Didnt you talk about marrying each other?
Thats a matter of politics. Were definitely friends, but thats separate from national affairs. Those discussions have been put on hold for political reasons. Wein smiled dryly.
If they didnt have peas for brains, the princes would realize the true meaning of his statement.
He wasnt infatuated with Lowellmina. Hed be willing to jump ship for the right circumstances.
It was blasphemous to compare and pit members of the Imperial family up against one another. Demetrio would have grown indignant by now, but Bardloche and Manfred werent fazed. They had come into this meeting expecting something along these lines.
But they still might have a tough time deciding if they want to take these motives at face value.
He had gotten the ball rolling. How would they interpret this situation? Would they toss the ball back or drop it?
Wein sipped his tea and waited for their response.
It would be best for them to approach this topic in a cautious and roundabout way. Every word in this foreign negotiation had a potential to have a huge impact on national politics. They needed to carefully lay down the foundation, begin to understand the other side, and finally
Then join my faction, said Bardloche.
B-blergh?! Wein spat out his tea.
H-hold up! There are steps to this! You know theres an order to these things, right?!
Wein gaped at Bardloche for jumping ahead of the program, but Bardloche didnt seem to care.
Lowellmina is a woman. I know her faction of patriots are gaining steam, but whats there to gain from a group that simply wrings their hands about the future? Youll contribute nothing to the world by supporting them.
Ah, no, erm
If I remember correctly, the Flahm are essential to your kingdom. Dont worry. I couldnt care less about race or region. I believe in meritocracy, which my subordinates know.
Thats fantastic, but, well, erm
You were granted the right to team up with me when you beat Marden and Cavarin. Join me. Im gonna need all the help I can get if I plan on unifying the continent.
R-right
Weins mind raced. He couldnt get through to Bardlochefor a different reason than when he was trying to reason with Demetrio.
And since Bardloche had addressed him in this direct manner, Wein couldnt respond with a noncommittal answer. It would look bad on him, and that wouldnt be optimal for future developments. Wein was trying to figure out his options when he heard a low chuckle, mocking Bardloche.
A meritocracy? I never thought Id hear that from you, Bardloche.
What are you trying to say, Manfred?
Look at your subordinates. There isnt one person who isnt a brawny tactician. Are you sure you didnt mean muscle-ocracy?
The princes glared at each other. Bardloche had the larger frame, and Manfred couldnt match the intimidating steel look in his brothers eye, but he didnt avert his gaze even once.
Power is what the Empire needs right now. A strong country, an almighty emperor, a powerful army. Dont you understand thats the very foundation of this nation?
Neglecting internal affairs will run the Empire ragged. And well keep searching for the next place to invade to hoist our national debt on them. Like a swarm of locusts. I wonder when the Empire became a hive?
Says the one whos waited on hand and foot by a bunch of disloyal fools. You put together a ragtag group with empty promises. Do you think that will get you through these rough times?
You dont get it. It all depends on how you use those people. Idiots think its better to gather the strongest fighters, but thats basically a declaration that their stupid brains cant think of a way to utilize the weak. It shows youre narrow-minded. Arent you embarrassed?
There was a creakfrom the bones in Bardloches angry, clenched fist.
It was a volatile environment, but Manfred bravely turned away from his brother. Hey, Prince Wein. Dont you think so, too?
What?! Youre asking me?! Wein screamed inside. Are you playing with me? Dont toss me into the fire after youve doused it in oil! Ill beat the crap out of you!
It was too late for Wein to subject Manfred to a storm of scathing criticism. Bardloches eyes turned to him, and Cosimo held his breath, unmoving in his seat the whole time, anticipating Weins answer.
This is my personal opinion, but
Wein found it hard to get behind either. And he really didnt want to flatter one of them.
That left him with only one option.
I have to say, you fight over the smallest stuff.
What?!
Hmm?
Wein could see his bold statement had lit a fire in their eyes and chuckled arrogantly, wishing he could just go home.
Your respective arguments are sound. But theyre nothing more than pipe dreams when you actually look at the situation. Your silver tongues wont help you out. Do us all a favor and bring the summit to some sort of resolution.
Crap! Wein immediately regretted. I went too far.
He had just wanted to say they were talking big, even though they couldnt even pressure their own brother out of the race for the throne. But hed accidentally chosen fighting words. He readied his hidden weapon, waiting to see what they would do.
Ha-ha-ha! Manfred suddenly let out a hearty laugh. Youre right, Prince Wein! Even though weve been bragging, we havent managed to give Demetrio the boot! He rose from his seat. I enjoyed our time today, Prince Wein. Once weve settled things with the summit, I would love to chat with you again.
As Manfred left the room, Bardloche stood up as well.
Frustrating as it is, I have to admit what you say makes sense. I said you had all the makings of a subordinate, but I might be the one who needs to step up and prove myself as a leader, Bardloche said. Well meet again when I do.
He exited the room, leaving only Wein and Cosimo behind.
Cosimo wasnt trying to butter him up as he spoke to Wein with heartfelt sympathy.
Good work today, Prince.
Yeah, thanks, he replied with a tired smile.
Ah Im exhausted, Wein moaned when he returned from Cosimos manor.
Ninym came to greet him.
Hows Falanya? he asked.
Shes back at the assembly hall today. But weve increased the guards as you requested. And Nanaki is with her.
Good. Wein nodded.
Ninym continued. And how did your meeting with the princes go?
She hadnt accompanied him, since she had her hands full setting up the new staff and goods that came with Wein.
About that It looks like ordinary methods wont work on Bardloche or Manfred.
However, Wein continued, I accomplished the bare minimum. They see we have the potential to discuss things further I think!
The last bit has me anxious
Well, itll probablydefinitelywork out Anyway, anything happen on your end, Ninym?
Nothing at all. Except this. Ninym held out a single letter.
Whats that?
An invitation from Lowa to a secret meeting.
It was evening when Wein and Ninym stood in front of the designated location. It was the tower that Cosimo had explained to Falanya earlier. The entrance was normally locked and only accessible during emergencies, but it had been open. The two stealthily entered, greeted by dusty air, and climbed the wooden stairs that led to the top.
Geez, Lowa has a thing for these kinds of places.
Well, she enjoys coming up with schemes that would require her to secretly meet friends in weird locations. Like the top of this bell tower apparently.
They reached their destination. Waiting for them was a huge bell that looked as if it had seen many years, the townscape of Mealtars bathed in twilight, and
You made it.
The Imperial princess of the Empire, Lowellmina, her profile red from the sunset. She turned toward them with a smile.
But this time, she wasnt alone.
There were two more people with her. Their shadows were perfectly still beside the bell.
Wein! Ninym! Long time no see.
Its been a while.
Glen Markham.
Strang Nanos.
Wein had spent so much time with them at the academy.
At first, it had just been Wein and Ninym.
After a while, Strang came into the picture.
How do you manage to act like that?
For someone from the provinces, the military academy was basically a cramped camp to Strang. He admired Wein for going down his own path, even when he was facing the nobles.
Then came Glen.
If Im gonna beat you, Ive got to get to know you.
Glen saw Wein as a worthy opponent, since Wein succeeded in everything he did. Glen had always had pride and purpose as a future soldier of the Empire.
And finally, there was Lowellmina.
Im curious about you all. Will you let me observe you?
Her life as a caged bird, as the daughter of the Emperor, had suffocated her. She was beguiled by Weins way of living.
The five had spent many of their days together. Even though their paths had separated, those golden days never faded
I never thought the gang would get together again. Wein laughed, leaning against the rooftop edge. Youre both looking good, Glen, Strang.
You too, Glen replied with his arms folded. You disappeared right before graduation. I never thought Id see you here.
Strang smiled wryly. I was surprisednot just because Wein is here.
Youve got that right, Strang Wein. Glen gave a harrumph that seemed very intentional. Dont you have something to say to us?
Hmm Wein thought it over for a moment. Oh yeah. Glen, I was the one who made sure your fiance got that letter you never sent.
That was you?! Glen tried to grab Wein.
I touched up your writing, so it read more flowery and antiquated. You should be thanking me.
How could you! She totally expected me to be an expert in classic literature when I went to see her. Do you know how hard it was to keep my cover from being blown?!
Let it go, Glen. You only failed because you bit off more than you could chew!
That was all your fault!
Wein and Glen started going at it.
Strang gave them a sidelong glance. Well, we already knew neither of you are commoners.
Because my regal air cant be contained! Wein boasted.
Yeah, right!
Strangs shoulders shook with laughter. Its true. You werent the least bit regal. But no commoner just understands the etiquette in both sides of the continent or deciphers the Churchs holy texts.
In this era, it was difficult to learn anything beyond general knowledge. On top of that, those versed in specialized languages and skills were few and far between. It required significant time and money to find these people, offer them proper compensation, and seek their instruction.
The same thing applied to teaching materials. There were no texts that increased in difficulty to match the reading level and abilities of the student. The channels of communication were still primitive, meaning information and experiences were rooted in their immediate surroundings. The works by authors tended to fade into obscurity.
I thought you were the illegitimate child from some important noble familynot the prince of a foreign nation.
Ninym interjected. Just so you know, Im a normal commoner.
Do you hear yourself? Youre the princes aide. Strange shrugged.
Lowellmina cut in. Anyway, lets toast. She took out glasses for everyone. And guess what? I brought snacks!
You came prepared, Ninym commented.
I was looking forward to it. When Princess Falanya came in Weins stead, I thought we would have to cancel, so Im happy we could all hang out.
As Lowellmina cheerfully held out glasses for them, Wein and Glen ceased their fighting. Ninym poured wine for everyone.
What are we making a toast to? Wein asked.
Lowellmina already had an answer in mind.
It should be obvious. All right! Three, two, one!
To never-ending work.
To the future of the kingdom.
To the prosperity of the Empire.
To the liberation of the provinces.
Hold on! Lowellmina shouted. Whyre you all saying different things?!
Wein, are you sure you want to toast to a mountain of work? Ninym confirmed.
If Im going to get wine out of it, then why not?
Man, youre still on the whole free the provinces thing? Glen asked Strang.
Ill do anything to make it happen.
Hmph! Lowellminas cheeks puffed out in irritation.
Wein lifted his glass. Just kidding. He laughed.
Lets do it for real this timeto our reunion.
The four echoed, To our reunion.
Their clear voices bounced across the sunset rooftop.
Glen. Strang. Howve you been? Wein asked after their toast and exchanging pleasantries.
After graduating from the academy, I entered the military as planned. I serve under Prince Bardloche right now. Glen sighed. To be honest, I dont care about all this factional fighting. Anyone can be the next emperor. Id still be in the military, fighting for the Empire. But my family and my fiances family side with the middle prince
Hmm, even Glen the Great cant go against family, huh, Wein mocked.
Glen snorted. Hmph, laugh all you want.
Pffft! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! How sad! Glen, youre totally uncool!
GRAAAGH!
Whoa?! Werent you the one who gave me permission to laugh?!
Dammit! Dont you know what it means to cross a line?
Hmm What could that mean? Who came up with that?
Strang smiled as the two started going at it once again and returned to the topic. Im with Prince Manfred, and Im currently serving as the acting governor-general in my hometown of Burnoch.
Ninym cocked her head. The acting governor-general, huh. Youve done well for yourself.
Remember that rebellion? The top leaders in our town were a part of it. Their heads went flying after the political purge. Even though I was low on the ladder, Ive found myself in this position. Strang shrugged. And since we participated in the rebellion, Burnoch was going to suffer major consequences. Prince Manfred somehow mediated and smoothed things over.
So youre indebted to him.
Thats right. Besides, Prince Demetrio is indifferent about the provinces, and Prince Bardloche wants to rule with an iron fist. For that reason, Manfred has appeal to the weak and disenfranchised. Hes dangled independence in front of the provinces, and we want it so bad.
Do you really think youll obtain it?
Not at all. But more people cling to that dream than you can possibly imagine, Ninym. I want to help my homelands dreams become reality.
It must be difficult, Ninym thought. It was an admirable act of devotion to serve others over yourself. She would have given him a round of applauseif this hadnt been a conversation between friends.
It pains me that I cant just invite you to join my faction, Lowellmina grumbled.
Glen and Strang had obligations greater than her own will. To abandon their duties would be the same as throwing half their lives away.
Looks like the three of you have discussed this already, Ninym noted.
Yeah. We decided to focus our attention on each of our factions, Strang replied. His eyes narrowed sharply. Which is why Im concerned about your nations policies, Wein. What does Natra plan on doing?
Wein and Glen stopped their fighting, and the prince straightened up.
Theres only one thing that an honest and virtuous prince of a tiny nation can do.
Honest and virtuous? Strang questioned.
He isnt either of those.
You mustnt lie, Wein, Lowellmina said.
Presiding Judge Ninym! Isnt this slander?! Wein wailed.
What? Hmm
Lowellmina quietly took out a wooden box. By the way, Ninym, this is a present for you. There is incense wood inside.
Oh, I have something for you, too. Its an anthology of Burnoch folktales.
I brought a self-defense sword made by a friend, a blacksmith. Look at the craftsmanship.
All parties are not guilty.
Youre accepting bribes right in front of me, Judge! Wein whined as Ninym expressed her gratitude to each of the offerings.
Back to the subject at hand, Wein said. I dont plan on getting chummy with any one princefor now. Gotta take each horse out for a ride before betting on a winner, right?
Wont the one chosen by the rumored crown prince of Natra automatically be the winner?
Thats a bit generous. Were making some headlines, but Natra is a small nation in the north. We dont have the power to interfere with politics in the Empire.
Hmm Fair point. If you had sided with Lowa, you would have had no reason to speak with the princes.
It seemed they had learned of his meeting with the two princes.
By the way, any presents for me? Wein asked.
Nothing.
Nada.
Im so hurt!
The boys continued to talk.
Lowellmina secretly whispered, Ninym, I have a favor to ask.
What is it?
Could you give me some time to speak with Wein alone?
Fine. But dont try anything strange.
It seemed like a good time to wrap up the boys conversation.
Lets call it a day. The sun is already setting, Ninym called out.
Hmm You got a point. Thats too bad. But I guess Ive said everything I needed to say, Glen replied.
Strang nodded. Weve decided to fulfill our duties in our current positions. I guess thats what Id expected from us.
Anyone else would have had a hard time understanding. But there was no way amiability and animosity would coexist between them. These five people all felt that way.
Anyway, Wein, Ninym, it was nice seeing you. Lets talk more next time, Strang said.
Yeah. I dont know when that will be, but Ill bring some good wine, Glen added.
The two headed down the stairs first. Wein went to follow them, but Ninym gave him a look that held him back. He stopped in his tracks. Ninym followed after the men instead.
Wein and Lowellmina were alone on the rooftop. He was the first to speak.
Whatd you wanna talk to me about?
Hmm, talk? Try consult or complain, she replied vaguely.
Okay Wein responded. Finally realize that running a faction sucks?
Mmm Yes Lowellmina said, nodding quietly. I didnt think it would be this taxing Everyone acts in their own self-interest, and I have to go to great lengths just to convince them to back a common policy Lowellmina sighed. But I imagine you have to do something more difficult on a daily basis.
Itd take three days and nights for me to tell you about my grievances.
Im starting to think I should have a bit more respect for you.
A lot more respect.
Now that you say that, Im not sure I can respect you at all Lowellmina muttered.
Wein continued on. Im guessing theres something else?
Well, Ive got a pretty good idea what it is.
Lowellmina remained silent.
You wanted your brothers to choose the next emperor.
Her shoulders trembled slightly. But she feigned ignorance as if it werent the least bit true.
Why would you think that? she asked. Everyone knows we wont choose the next emperor during the summit and the true purpose of this event: to establish our dominance and strengthen our own factions by gathering powerful allies in one place. Wouldnt you agree?
Thats true. Even Bardloche, Manfred, or Demetrio dont believe theyll reach a decision. But you still had faith. It would be strange if you didnt.
Why?
You still havent declared youre aiming for the throne, Lowa. Youre not even up in the running. What did you think this summit would do? Even if everything worked out and you all came to a decision, the odds of you becoming empress are slim to none.
Time has always been on your side, Lowa. The people of the Empire will denounce the three princes without you having to do anything. They will rally behind their princess, for the future of the Empire. You dont need to host the summit or speed up the process of deciding the Emperorbecause the opposition among the princes means the discussion will come up empty and sway public opinion further in your favor.
Lowellmina had nothing to say as she leaned against the edge of the tower wall. She slid to the ground and hung her head.
Im so uncool.
She wanted to be empress. She wanted to change things. But there were people who were frightened without a leader. Lowellmina had been unsure whether she should pursue her ambitions if that meant casting her eyes from them.
After worrying and pondering, shed called the Summit of the Imperial Children to order. She had pretended it was all for superficial reasonsfor signaling that the Empire still had it, for strengthening their individual factions. But under it all, she had hoped they would actually decide on an emperor.
Wein, give me some words of encouragement.
Uh, sorry, fresh out.
Fine. Now that youve heard what I have to say, whats your honest opinion?
That youre pretty dumb.
Damn you She glared at him.
Wein smiled. But hey, its all good. Aiming for the throne is an emotional journey. Its not rare to be taken off course by your feelings.
He continued. And dont get down in the dumps. Youve got something to think about. Whats actually going on with the summit?
I cant give any details, but the prospects are grim. Demetrio has a one-track mind to be the Emperor, making conversations impossible. Meanwhile, Bardloche and Manfred never intended to come to a final decision during the summit.
Okay. And what are you going to do? Bet on a slim chance? Cast aside the peoples desires and throw your hat in the ring? Wein grinned. It was a smile that was ready to stir the pot. Just so you know, I wouldnt mind helping out.
Lowa did not reply. After a long silence, she stood up resolutely.
Its time that we head back as well. Weve tarried here too long.
Lowellmina passed by Wein and headed for the stairs. Just before she exited, she stopped and turned around.
Wein.
What?
Ill definitely get you mixed up in my businessI wont lose. Lowellmina looked at him fondly, and she appeared resolute.
Wein responded with a wry smile and followed her down the stairs.
Wein and Ninym returned to their manor after parting with their three friends.
Welcome back, Wein.
Hey, Falanya. Back already?
She had arrived before them, excitedly sharing what she had observed during the assembly. Wein interjected on occasion as they ate dinner together.
Afterward, Wein and Ninym went over their next course of action in his room.
Our biggest problem is Demetrio.
Ninym nodded in agreement. We were able to establish a relationship with Prince Bardloche and Prince Manfred during our meeting. And we showed them that were not as close to Lowa as they previously thought. If we can become friendly with Prince Demetrio, we will have successfully set ourselves at an equal distance from all of them.
Except they knew forming a relationship with Demetrio to be difficult. After all, Wein had verbally beat him at their first meeting. Demetrio must have cooled off by now and realized hed been completely cajoled with sweet words. Itd be no surprise if he was furious.
Wouldnt it be better to give up on Demetrio? From what I can see, hes the farthest from the throne, Ninym suggested.
No. If Bardloche and Manfred go down together, theres a chance hell rise to be the Emperor. It would be a different story if there was no chance of that happening. But its too early to say.
How can we befriend him? You plan on refusing his proposal to Falanya, right?
Obviously. Why would I ever entrust my little sister to him?
You have a serious sister complex.
Ive got the good kind.
Whats the bad kind? Ninym wondered but kept her mouth shut.
Ive got a few ideas to get on Demetrios good side. Of course, everything needs to go just right, but lets cross that bridge when we get there.
In that case, Ill prepare a messenger Though I imagine he wont reply.
Again, well cross that bridge when we get there.
Wein and Ninym gave each other meek nods.
Meanwhile, Prince Bardloche was summarizing his day with a subordinate.
How was your meeting with Prince Wein?
Cant let your guard down, he said frankly. We werent together all that long, but he didnt show off his position or accomplishments. I could sense him trying to get the upper hand while observing us the entire time.
Someone with a level head, it seems.
I wouldnt say that. He must be the type who can switch between calculating and passionate at the drop of a hat. Nothing like those guys who think they can get by on logic alone.
As the superior martial artist, Bardloche noticed Wein hadnt let his guard down once during the meeting. Even if something unexpected had happened, he would have acted without hesitation.nove(l)bi(n.)com
I dont think it was a stroke of good fortune that he managed to beat Marden and Cavarin. The rapid ascent of Natra in recent years has to be attributed to the prince.
If you are praising him, then?
Yeah. Weve gotta be careful around him, but Ill manage. Once hes under my command, hell become a major asset to my military rule.
Bardloche continued on with conviction. Just you watch, Demetrio, Manfred. Im going to be the next emperor!
Whats Bardloche thinking? Manfred sneered.
The subordinate tilted his head. Prince Manfred, are you saying Prince Wein isnt worthy of your time?
I can tell hes excellent. I mean, his grades at the military academy were so unprecedented that all record of it got totally wiped. Hes leading Natra as a capable regent, a remarkable figure.
And
Thats why well kill him.
The subordinates eyes grew wide.
Manfred continued. I confirmed that during our meeting today. Hell never be satisfied living on his knees under anothers rule. If you try to rein him in, he wont just bite off your handhell go for your throat. But hell only keep getting better with time. If we let him live, hell become a real threat.
Thats The subordinate was surprised but gave no retort.
If that was what Manfred decided, then it would be done.
We have spies keeping an eye on Demetrio, right?
Yes, we managed to infiltrate them successfully. It seems Demetrio has recently lost a few of his pawns, though the specifics are unknown to us. We should be able to move freely now.
Manfred nodded. Since Demetrio had caused an uproar, Im guessing Prince Wein will attempt to repair the relationship and pay him a visit. Order our men to kill Wein there.
Understood If the prince of an ally nation dies during the meeting, everyone will find Prince Demetrio suspicious.
Manfred smirked. Well do away with Prince Wein and destroy Demetrios reputation. Two birds with one stone. The people of Natra will be enraged, but without Prince Wein, theyll be no threat.
Understood. I shall make the appropriate preparations
The subordinate bowed reverently.
It was almost surprising that it was so easy to meet with Demetrio again.
The messenger had set out first thing the next morning and returned at noon with a letter accepting Weins invitation.
What do you think he could be up to? Wein asked.
Demetrio was obviously hostile toward Wein. If the Imperial prince was eager to meet up, that gave Wein cause for concern.
Good question What if he realized our value as an ally nation and hopes to repair the relationship?
Wein nodded. It was plausible. Demetrio might not feel this way personally, but there had to be at least a few of his vassals who were worried about damaging relations. They must have pressured him to respond, which he probably did reluctantly.
She continued. Theres a chance that hes prepared something to force you to accept his marriage proposal to Falanya.
This was also true. Demetrio might have talked about the union with Falanya with his vassals. If they had concocted a plan to stop the marriage between Wein and Lowellmina, it would make sense why Demetrio would be eager to meet up.
Theres no doubt hes after something, she said. But since we made the request, we cant go back on it. Lets proceed carefully.
Ninym was trying to inspire him, but Weins response was rather muted.
Whats wrong?
Nothing. Just a little sleepy. Wein yawned.
His trip to Mealtars had been rushed, and he hadnt been getting enough sleep after his arrival. Wein had too much to do and too much to think about.
Wein, if youre that tired Ninym touched Weins face, but he offered her a small smile.
Hey, this is nothing. Its like climbing a mountain. When Im done with this meeting, Ill have a lot more time to sleep.
If you say so Ninym reluctantly nodded, stretching out his cheeks.
We better hurry and get ready. This is Demetrio were talking about. If were late, he might faint from rage.
The two nodded to each other and prepared to head out.
Ive been waiting for you, Prince Wein.
When Demetrio greeted Wein as he arrived to his manor, the Imperial prince seemed in a good mood.
Guess I should assume hes got something up his sleeve.
Wein remained cautious as he took a seat in the reception room. Ninym stood as an attendant behind him, and Demetrio was directly across from them.
Here we are. I imagine you invited me to have a constructive conversation?
Of course. Prince Demetrio, I do not think you will be disappointed if you have high expectations.
Their meeting began with traces of tension in the air between them.
Come to think of it, I hear you met with my foolish brothers yesterday.
I was honored by the opportunity. My trip to Mealtars has been worthwhile since I have been blessed to meet all the Imperial princes.
Hmph I doubt talking with them will gain you anything. Demetrio snorted derisively.
The meeting continued in this way. Demetrio would bring up subjects as if to test him, and Wein would evade the topics while keeping the conversation going. The Imperial prince wanted to have command of the conversation by the time they got to the main discussion. But Wein saw through his act. He chose his words carefully and waited for his opponent to make his move.
Wein waited and waited and waited.
Why hasnt he come at me yet?
They were ten minutes into the meeting. And the conversation was going nowhere.
Wein groaned inside. If his opponent was still calm, he would think everything was somehow going according to his enemys plan. However, across from him, Demetrio was visibly agitated. In other words, things werent going well for him.
What is he doing?
It couldnt possibly be that Demetrio hadnt come up with anything at all.
Wein continued to scrutinize Demetrio.
On the other side of the conversation, Demetrio was thinking to himself.
Why hasnt he proposed anything?!
He was fuming.
Wein and Ninym hadnt guessed his intentions correctly.
They had thought Demetrio had responded quickly because he had something up his sleeve. But the Imperial prince had nothing of the sort. After all, his vassals were busy with the summit and negotiating with the nobles of his faction. Plus, Demetrio never believed Wein had pulled one over on him. He thought it was only a matter of time before Wein made demands, which was why Demetrio let him direct the meeting.
He had accepted this discussion because he thought Wein was ready to talk about his union with Falanya.
However, Wein was making no attempt to get to the heart of the matter. And Demetrio was becoming more and more agitated.
Does he plan on taking it easy? Has his meeting with Bardloche and Manfred gotten to his head? He has it all wrong if he thinks thatll get him anywhere. In the end, hes nothing more than the prince of some backwoods nation.
Both parties remained on guard against a nonexistent trump card as they continued to dance around the topic.
The server took away the cold tea, pouring fresh cups and placing one in front of each of them, and tried to leave the room as the two sat wordlessly
Dont move, Wein barked to the server.
Ngh
The servers shoulders trembled, and he turned around.
Wh-what can I help you with? The server blinked in surprise.
Demetrio was no different. His eyes darted between them as he wondered what was going on.
Did you brew this tea?
Yes, but The server timidly nodded, seemingly puzzled by this sudden turn of events.
Wein pressed him mercilessly. Drink it.
What? This tea?
Thats right.
The server looked around the room, but the others said nothing, agape at Weins strange behavior. Realizing that no help was forthcoming, the server bowed as low as possible.
With all due respect, that tea has been hand-selected for hosting and entertaining nobles. Someone such as I must not
I said drink it, Wein ordered forcefully. It sent chills down the servants spine. You should be able to consume itif theres nothing extra in it.
The attendants in the room finally understood the situation. Wein was implying the tea had been laced with poison.
All eyes turned on the server. With head still bowed, the server gnashed in frustration.
How did he find out?!
The server was one of Manfreds spies. He had infiltrated Demetrios domain a few years prior, providing information on his faction. Just the day before, hed been ordered to kill Wein when he arrived at the meeting.
Wein would naturally be heavily guarded since he was in what was essentially enemy territory. The server chose poison as his method of assassination, and he never thought hed be found out right before he could finish the job.
Shit! How do I get out of this?!
He had no way to know that Wein had heightened senses that took note of his tense hand as he served the tea, his shifty eyes, his gait as he made his leave After dedicating himself to observing the people in his palace, Wein was quick to notice suspicious behavior.
Weins eyes honed in on the servers every move.
The princes mind raced.
Was it Demetrio? No. I dont think he would invite the leader of an ally nation to his residence only to poison him. Would it make more sense if the culprit was either Bardloche or Manfred? They might have perceived me as a threat and tried to get rid of me in Demetrios manor to place the blame on him
Wein quietly signaled Ninym with his hand: If the server tries to escape or attack, capture him.
Ninym nodded and subtly readied herself for action.
Neither Wein nor the server made the slightest movement, and the tension mounteduntil something happened that no one would have expected.
Ha-ha-ha!
Demetrio suddenly roared with laughter. I was wondering what was going on. Tea brewed with poison? Ridiculous! Youre under the roof of Demetrio, the next emperor! I would never resort to that!
His spirits seemed to lift as he scorned Wein.
Because this was what hed wanted to seeproof of Weins weakness.
I cant believe youd lack the courage to drink tea and make false accusations to cover your ass! Hilarious! I dont understand what people see in a coward like you!
Demetrio was more talkative than usual.
This is bad, Wein thought. From the servers reaction, it was obvious the tea was poisoned. If Demetrio kept this up, he was going to be humiliated.
This was karma. But all signs pointed to Demetrio taking his embarrassment out on Wein. If that happened, their plans to reestablish relations would fail.
Um, Prince Demetrio? I stand by what I said. Wein tried to quiet Demetrio somehow.
Hmph. This?
Whoa? Ah
Demetrio took the cup placed in front of Wein.
Its totally fine!
And he downed it in one gulp.
Wein gaped at him. The server and Ninym were caught off guard.
How about that, Prince Wein? Did you see that? Theres no poison in this
tea.
He would have said.
Urp.
But Demetrio collapsed.
Prince?! Wein shouted, when the server started to sprint.
Ninym reacted instantly, but she was a beat late, preoccupied with Demetrio.
The server used that second to weave his way through the attendants and crash through a window to the outside. Ninym clicked her tongue and went to follow him, but Wein held her back.
Ninym! We need a doctor! Now!
Ngh Understood!
Ninym raced out of the room.
Wein raised his voice. Why are you all zoned out?! Split into two teams! One will go after the criminal! The other half needs to help me out! We have to hurry and make him throw up the poison!
R-right! The attendants finally moved into action.
But could they really save Demetrio? What would happen if they couldnt?
Wein kept frantically working to save the princes life, imagining the chaos that was to come.