Chapter Nineteen: The Aftermath

Chapter Nineteen: The Aftermath

Of all the ways I expected to end this evening, managing an infirmary with Marika wasnt one of them.

Were losing him, my fellow hero observed as she extracted essence from a patienta frothing butcher from the northern side of town who struggled against the chains holding him to the operation table with maddened rage. Can you quicken your pace?

Im trying, I replied while guiding our mans corrupted essence into a runic whetstone. Though I was growing better at it, I struggled with our current case.

There was a reason why essence transfers between humans were frowned upon. Unlike weapons, which at the end of the day were mostly pieces of metal shaped a certain way that would maximize their deadliness, humans were intricate webs of fear, anger, joy, sadness, and countless other emotions. Each man was a story of their own.

Hence it meant that no witchcrafter could cleanly extract a piece of human essence without affecting the rest. Taking away anger-suffused essence meant ripping out related memories and emotions that bled into it. Marika was good, very good; but the essence she extracted and tasked me to transport to safety held more than gas and fury. I felt the taste of blood and leather on my tongue, and the smell of fire in my nose.

At least our current patient would survive with all his limbs intact, though perhaps not without guilt. Guards had found him butchering his neighbor with an ax before restraining him.

Though we had won a resounding victory tonight, it had come at a cost. The northern watchtower pyre had time to spread its poison to three streets worth of civilians before Roland could bring it down. It took us hours of sustained effort to restrain those who had inhaled the gas and rescue those who hadnt.

I had healed as many people as I could with my power, buying the gas suffusing their lungs and sealing it away in trinkets. We had accumulated a wide pile of wooden sticks carrying enough rage and chemical substances to start a riot.

However, my power required consent; which not all our patients could provide. Once the effects of Florences gas reached its apex, its victims could hardly string words together. We tried to obtain forced signatures from them by literally holding their hands and guiding their quills over a contract, all in vain. My power might not care much for intentions, but it still regarded agreement obtained by body manipulation as illegitimate.

I closed my eyes and focused on the task at hand. The flow of essence appeared as a scintillating cloud to me, a flow of colored fumes floating out of our patients mouth at Marikas coaxing. I grabbed the simmering substance with my hands as if it were solid and held on to it. It fought back against my grip like a snake, hissing with demonic wrath. I slammed it against the nearby whetstone, then removed my hand before the curse could cling to me.

Our patient loudly exhaled, his head tilting to the side with empty eyes. He was still frothing at the mouth, but he no longer fought back against his bindings.

That takes care of this one, Marika noted before glancing at the Black Keeps infirmary. Half a dozen nuns from the Arcane Abbey tended to twice as many patients sleeping on makeshift beds. Colmar hasnt returned yet.

He must have his hands full with Alaire, I replied, my tone breaking slightly. Florence and Chastel had left our dear countess in a critical state. Considering her condition, we decided to let Colmar fully focus on her while we dealt with the civilians.

Marika and I werent the only heroes in the infirmary. Eris often hopped in with medical supplies, while Roland sat next to a woman, holding her hand while whispering kind words. His squire Sebastian followed him like his shadow and observed the scene with sympathy. He whispered words into his lieges ear and often put his hands on Rolands shoulder to comfort him. Those two were close. Closer than what was proper considering their respective stations.

I suppose Roland takes his peace where he can find it, I thought. Roland had lived most of his life surrounded by either foes or sycophants. He probably cherished the few true friends he had made.

However, Sebastians words hardly seemed to help. The prince appeared truly exhausted as he held on to the patients hand, his eyes down. I could tell that he blamed himself for what happened tonight.

I couldnt stand the sight for long. After confirming our current patient was stable, I moved to the princes side. Rolands squire appraised me with a strange look. On one hand, he trusted me enough to approach his liege; on the other, I could tell he remained wary, his hand ready to draw his sword at a moments notice.

He has been defending his prince from harm for a long time, I guessed, and never allows himself to relax.

Youve done your best, Roland, I said, and I meant it. The city still stands, and casualties were kept to a minimum.

Rolands expression darkened. People still died, Robin.

A few, I conceded. But fewer than those who would have perished without your help.

Marika, who had overheard the conversation, moved over and quickly joined in. If you hadnt intervened, the watchtower pyre would have reduced all of Snowdrift to a wasteland.

The prince stared at the woman in the infirmary bed. She had fallen into a peaceful sleep, though the bandage over her left eye showed she wouldnt recover from some of her injuries. Perhaps I could help her if I found a criminal willing to trade away an eyeball but that would have to wait.

It was awful, Roland confessed with sorrow. I had to cut down innocents. My own citizens.

It was one thing to cut down monsters and villains, and another to slay men and women driven to madness against their will. You did your best, I insisted, waving my hand at the wounded sleeping around us. These people are alive today because of you.

Rolands squire awkwardly patted his liege on the back. Hes right, he whispered to Roland. You shouldnt blame yourself. You did not start what happened tonight, but you helped end it.

His words helped Roland move away from his sadness, though the dark look in his eyes told me he had simply let his anger push away his sorrow instead.

I want that woman executed, Robin, Roland said with an angry frown. Her kind deserves no forgiveness. Theyre monsters. They will regret the day they chose to defile the land of Archfrost.

Believe me, oh prince, I feel the same, I thought. But I cant let you chop off heads right now. We need to interrogate Florence first, I pointed out. As the Knot of Wraths leader, she is privy to information we need. Her factions plans, the identity of cultist allies in your government

She might be the key to contain the Blight too, Marika added, her jaw clenching. Since she helped create it.

Roland clenched his fists, his mind clearly hesitating between reason and the satisfaction of seeing Florences head fall off her shoulders. In the end, the prince proved wise enough to delay his gratification.

Robin, I will surrender Florence to your and Alaires care for now, he said. Do with her as you wish, so long as she never sees the light of day again.

That has never been in the cards, I reassured him. The best Florence could hope for was life imprisonment.

Good. We already have too many traitors running around. Roland joined his hands, his face thoughtful. What of Baron Dolganov? Has he been caught yet?

Hes missing, his squire replied. According to the guards, he and his men escaped the city while we fought off the arson attempts.

That was odd. Baron Dolganov had joined a demonic insurrection against his sovereign. He couldnt possibly expect to survive this mess with his title intact if it failed. Once a gambler had put all their chips on the table, the only option was to go all-in and pray for the best.

Unless I exchanged a glance with Roland, who frowned back.

He went to my uncle, the Regent, Roland guessed. I nodded in confirmation, having reached the same conclusion. I can see his fingerprints all over tonights disaster. He hoped the demons would do his dirty work.

Duke Clovis, the regent of the realm somehow he struck me as the exact kind of fool the Knots would want to prop up.

You believe he will revolt soon, I told Roland. It wasnt a question, but a fact. And you want to strike at him before it degenerates into a civil war.

I always intended to march back against my own capital, Whitethrone, Roland admitted. My uncle Clovis staffed it with his men and used his position to beggar the realm. My hope for todays ball was to gather an army to depose him. I have secured my other uncles support and enough troops, but

Marika scowled. You need our help.

Roland nodded slowly. This battle would end quicker if we heroes stand together, he said while rising from his seat, a hand on his chest. Please, my friends. I need your help. Archfrost needs your help.

You can count on my support, I replied immediately. But protecting Snowdrift has been my main priority for a while. I cannot leave it behind undefended.

Yes, of course. Roland nodded quickly. We can discuss how to proceed tomorrow, though I must warn you trouble in the capital will mean the same for this city.

He was right, unfortunately. Losing Archfrosts capital would cause the entire country to spiral into a new war. I might serve Snowdrift better by ensuring a smooth transition of power.

I am not a general, let alone a good soldier, Marika said with less enthusiasm. But I can hardly deny a princes request.

Roland cracked a smile. I make this request as a fellow comrade-in-arms, not as a ruler. I hope we can work together without titles and social status getting in the way.

I already heard these words uttered by nobles who did not believe a single word of it; the Riverlands gentry made a show of portraying themselves as close to commoners in public, only to better fall into mockery and debauchery behind closed doors.

I didnt sense a shred of falsehood coming from Roland. His eyes shone with the sincere innocence of a man who truly believed in a better future for all. I could simply feel his earnestness. He meant what he promised, though I wondered if he could deliver it.

If he can back up his talk, then were going to get along great, I thought with a smile before shaking his hands. Lets build a better Archfrost together.

We share the same wish, Robin, Roland replied warmly, before shaking Marikas hand next. You should go rest, my friends. The night has been long and dawn will soon rear its head.

My lord would be wise to listen to his own advice, his squire teased him lightly.

Perhaps, Roland conceded with a sigh of exhaustion. If you would kindly show me around, Sebastian. I can hardly remember which room is supposed to be mine.

After a few last goodbyes, I watched on as Rolands squire guided the prince out of the infirmary, the two exchanging a chuckle over some joke I couldnt overhear. The way this Sebastian helped his exhausted prince walk, the light in Rolands eyes I was starting to see where the rumors Therese heard came from.

If they were true it wouldnt bode well for our future kingly couple.

Marika put her hands on her waist once we were alone, her lips twitching. A question burned on the tip of her tongue, but she dared not ask me.

I didnt see your husband, I replied, knowing what weighed on her mind. No one who matched his description anyway.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.

You think he could be in the capital? she asked me, her jaw tightening. Or Walbourg?

I cant say yet, but it seems likely to me. I had expected the Knot of Wrath to deploy all its forces to Snowdrift, but it seemed Florence chose against committing all of her organizations resources to the task. Dolganovs absence suggested some of her men were sent south to exacerbate the upcoming civil war. And we still have the Knot of Greed to deal with.

Florences capture would be a terrible blow to her cults activities, but its remnants would continue to cause us trouble in the coming months. At least Snowdrift appeared safe for the time being. Soraseo went to the Blight to check on its seals, though the fact it hadnt grown meant the Knot had failed to strengthen the curse.

Ill go check on Alaire and Florence, I told Marika. You should go to Benicio. Im sure hes worried for you.

Marika chuckled. My son does not worry when Im with you, she said. He knows we watch each others backs.

I cracked a smile in response. It felt good to be someones hero.

After leaving the infirmary and splitting from Marika, I hardly made a few steps before encountering Alaire and Colmar in a corridor. The formers arms were encased in twin white casts hanging from her neck with bandages. Alaire looked more exhausted than I had ever seen her, with a grim face, pale skin, and heavy eyelids, but the fact she managed to stay awake and stand with her injuries was nothing short of a miracle.

I did not comment on her quick recovery or her resilience. She was too exhausted to care. Instead, I wordlessly opened my arms and welcomed her into a hug. Alaire let out a small noise of surprise at the sudden embrace, but she swiftly relaxed and let her head fall on my shoulder. She welcomed my attempt at comfort, not caring if any gossiper saw us. Colmar observed us without a word, his glass eyes glancing at Alaires arms to ensure I would not press against them too much.

Youre feeling better? I asked Alaire softly while stroking her hair.

I feel better now, Alaire replied calmly, though I detected a hint of redness on her cheeks.Is Silverine

Alive, if wounded, I reassured her. The pegasus was a robust beast. It will take her time to recover before she can fly again, though.

Alaires lips twitched into a small smile of relief. Colmar told me he had to shoo you away from my bedside.

I admit I was worried for you. I released her, my eyes looking into her pale gaze. And not just because of your wounds.

Alaire scowled. I need to know if she spoke the truth.

If my father is truly a member of the Knots, went unsaid. I nodded at her and exchanged a glance with Colmar. We too had questions of our own.

Once we had captured Florence and properly restrained her, we surrendered her to Cortaner for interrogation. The Inquisitor had been holding our prisoner in the dungeon for hours now. He must have gathered a wealth of intel since.

The three of us prepared to move into the dungeons when a familiar face popped up in a cloud of smoke.

How is it going? Eris let out a yawn of exhaustion as she materialized. She had been running around all night to transport messages and supplies. Should you be out of bed already, dear Alaire? You look deader than some ghosts Ive met.

I glanced at Colmar from the corner of my eye, who did not react. Of course Eris knew, I thought. Eris keeps everybodys secrets.

I cannot rest while my city is under threat, Alaire replied with a countess countenance. Her spark had returned. What is the situation outside?

I came back from the Gilded Wolf, Eris explained. Gunndra and Soraseo secured the site. The cultists made a push to break the seals, but failed to get past the barricades.

Then the Blight is contained for now? I asked.

Yes and no. Eris chewed her lower lip. The Blight has stopped expanding into the suburbs, but it is now progressing downwards.

Downwards? Colmar crossed his arms. Is the Blight digging a tunnel?

Of course not, Eris replied with a deadpan look. The Blight is digging floors and dungeons. Dear Gunndra believes it is spreading its roots, so to say. That it seeks to connect to something.

Like another Blight? I asked, an ugly picture starting to form in my mind. There must be others across Archfrost.

I found a garden beneath my hometown, she said with a hint of dark satisfaction. A spring of purple flowers whose pollen carries the kiss of death itself

My hands moved to seize her throat.

My sudden reaction startled Alaire, and Colmar took a step forward to stop me. Cortaner grabbed my friend by the shoulder before he could get any closer. Florence herself didnt flinch even as I slammed her against the wall, my fingers trembling with anger.

It was you, I hissed between my teeth. You spread the Purple Plague to Archfrost! To Snowdrift!

I did, Florence replied calmly.

It took all my willpower not to strangle her on the spot. My hands held onto her throat. It would be so easy to tighten my grip and watch her choke to death as her lungs struggled to process air, the way my mother perished.

But unlike her victims, Florence would welcome her demise. I could see it in her eyes.

Childhood memories flooded into my mind. The corpses in the river. The purple spots spreading on my mothers skin and the terrible agony that followed. The fear, the despair, the guilt I remembered it all.

Can you My voice broke from emotion. Can you even fathom how many lives youve destroyed?

Florence did not answer me this time. She held my gaze in silence, her eyes unblinking.

Cortaner cleared his throat, his power traveling through his breath. Do you feel any guilt for this crime, witch?

Florence faced the four of us. I, who had lost his home and parents to the plague she unleashed; Colmar, who had lost his very flesh to that pestilence; Alaire, whose grandfather she had murdered and whose city she attempted to destroy; and an inquisitor who wouldnt hesitate to execute her on the spot if needed.

And when asked to answer for her crimes Florence responded with an eerie, lifeless smile, and a quiet word.

No.

Tens, if not hundreds of thousands had died because of her, and her mind remained unclouded by guilt. She had stepped over a mountain of corpses, burying my family beneath its foundations, and did not care one bit.

I I should have felt angry at her. I was. I hated her. Not for who she was, but what she represented. Something pitiful that filled their heart with nothing but scorn.

A coward who had given up.

You dont care about life anymore, I said with contempt. No wonder she could hide her true nature so easily. Not even your own.

This world is full of despair, Florence replied calmly. Worse, it sounded like she believed it. It is not worth existing.

Youre wrong. I let go of her throat. Our world is a work in progress. Yes, it is full of sorrow and injustice, but instead of fighting back against them instead of trying to make it better instead of persevering and making sure what happened to your son wouldnt happen to anyone else

I shook my head in disgust.

You just gave up, I said. You wallowed in your hatred and ruined the lives of countless people who had done you no wrong. You became the worst version of yourself rather than move on.

Florences response disappointed me all the more when I compared it with those of my companions. Colmar, when faced with terrible tragedy, rose from the dead to save others. Marika carried on for her sons sake. Soraseo, and even Cortaner, sought atonement for their own crimes in their own way.

The Demon Ancestors might have been heroes once, but they and their servants no longer lived up to the title.

We did.

Ill prove you wrong, I promised Florence. You and the demons you serve. Ill show you we can make Pangeal a better place without you. I swear youll live long enough to see it.

You will die before I do, she replied coldly. The Berserker is coming for you all.

And we will quench his flame like we did yours. I turned to face Cortaner. Gather all the information you can. It is time we purge her cohorts from Archfrost.

Cortaners head perked up. Archfrost? he repeated. Not just Snowdrift?

Prince Roland will march on the capital tomorrow, I said, drawing the others surprised gazes. Your services will be required to clean that den of vipers.

The same rot that had corrupted Hermeline from within had spread to my homeland, and the Goddess be willing, I would see it wiped out.

Alaire and I left the dungeons afterward to take a rest. No doubt we could expect a war council with Roland tomorrow. Colmar remained behind alongside Cortaner to interrogate Florence, probably on the subject of the plague and its source.

Such a waste I heard Colmar whisper to Florence.

He sounded more sad than angry. Perhaps he saw his own reflection in Florence. A dark road not taken.

She has to be lying, or greatly ill-informed, Alaire muttered as we exited the dungeons. About my father, the plague she is trying to get under our skin, nothing more.

I let out a sigh. The Inquisitors power compels her to tell the truth.

I know, I just Alaires face strained up. I do not want to believe it.

What happened wasnt your fault, I said.

But

I didnt let her finish. I know what youre telling yourself, Alaire. That if Florence spoke the truth, then it means your grandfathers death and Snowdrifts troubles lay on your shoulders.

Alaire bit her lower lip. I had guessed correctly.

Youre wrong, I insisted. Even if your father truly leads the Knot of Greed, he would have targeted Snowdrift anyway for its strategic location. Fenrivos was working on cultivating the Blight for years, long before your grandfather recalled you to his side.

Alaire considered my words, and though I could tell that while a part of her still blamed herself for the chaos, she still saw the truth in my words. The Knots would have sowed destruction even if she hadnt been born. It was in their nature.

I will investigate, she decided. Some of the nuns that operated my mothers convent still live to this day. I will force them to tell me everything with Lord Cortaners help.

Sounds like a plan, I replied. We will get to the bottom of it, I promise you.

Yes. Alaire nodded with determination. If my so-called father leads the Knot of Greed then we might find him in the capital.

Which Roland intends to march on, I pointed out.

If he asks for my help, I will have to provide it, Alaire replied grimly. I only keep my title with his support. Not answering his call to arms would be foolish, and I owe him much for helping save my city.

You dont need to actually join the frontlines yourself. I glanced at her broken arms. I hoped to transfer her injuries to a prisoner for her sake, but she had barely survived our last battle. You can simply send a contingent. Snowdrift needs you to be safe and sound.

People will respect me more if I lead the charge, Alaire replied with a sigh. But this does beg consideration.

We can settle it tomorrow morning, I said. Roland will hold a war council and we can decide then how to organize ourselves.

Snowdrift needs peace, as does Archfrost. Alaire held my gaze. I might stumble, but I will not fall.

Neither the beating of her body nor Florences words had managed to shake her spirit. She was no hero, but she had the heart of one.

You are strong, Alaire, I said. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.

I do not need you to tell me this, Alaire replied with a thin smile. But I am thankful for your support, Robin.

She would make a great countess, and an even greater knight.

I bade Alaire goodbye and retreated to my chambers. As an adviser to the countess, I was afforded a set of rooms on the Black Keeps second floor. I preferred to sleep in my house near the docksI preferred its cozy atmosphere to the castles austeritybut I was too tired to make the journey.

I found the door unlocked and someone waiting for me on the other side.

Mersie.

She sat next to the window near the bed, an Iremian wood pipe in her hand. Blue herbs burned inside the bowl, filling the air with a fruity smell. Though these were my rooms, my ex-lover sat comfortably against the sill as if she owned the place.

Do you want some? she offered me the pipe while exhaling an azure breath. Calmflowers soothe the nerves.

I rarely smoked but I was so exhausted that I welcomed the pipe nonetheless. The smoke tasted of spicy mint when I inhaled it. It did help ease the weight on my mind.

Your guards leave much to be desired, Mersie warned me, her eyes glancing at Snowdrifts shadow beyond the window. They didnt hear me sneak in.

I gave them orders to let you in anyway, I replied after closing the door. I knew her all too well.

My answer drew an amused smile from Mersie, though it didnt last long. Im leaving Snowdrift soon, she whispered. For Erebia.

I expected as much. Youre going after this Chronius?

Given time, I will find him. Mersie turned to face me, her eyes squinting slightly. You could come with me. Erebia is a beautiful place.

I denied her. Too many people need me here.

I know. From her sigh of disappointment, Mersie had expected my answer while hoping for another against all odds. Do you truly think you can turn this countrys fortunes around?

I do. I had to. Belgoroth and his kind couldnt be allowed to win. I could use your help.

Mersie smiled as she swiped the pipe out of my hand. We dance well together.

Yes, we do. Even against my better judgment. Will you stay if I ask you to?

Mersie inhaled the smoke. For a moment, she genuinely appeared to mull over my proposal. It would be difficult to get over the lies, the secrets, everything, but if she agreed to stay I would be willing to try. To start over.

Mersie had told me she had almost considered dropping her quest to start over with me in Snowdrift, only to decide against it at the last second. In the end, history repeated itself.

I cant, Robin. Mersie sighed, as if struggling not to change her mind, before shaking her head. Not until my family can finally rest.

Will killing Chronius achieve it? I asked her. What happens if you succeed?

Mersie looked away. I didnt need to be the Inquisitor to tell me she didnt know herself. Would one more body be enough to let her heart heal? I wasnt so sure. She had dedicated her life to a grim goal, but never considered what she would do after reaching it.

It cant work, I thought. Us. Not now. Not under these circumstances.

We could both tell it. Mersie set her pipe aside, then took a step towards me. My hands moved to her waist at the same time her own arms coiled around my neck. Her lips tasted of mint, of spice and danger. Neither of us needed to say a word.

We knew the music by heart.

When I woke up, Mersie was gone.

The bed still smelled of her perfume, and the sheets were still warm. She left no note, no other message than the smoking pipe on my bedsidea smell of what could have been.

Mersie had opened the window on her way out. Perhaps she even jumped through it. I approached the sill and let the wind flow on my face. The sun rose behind the horizon, bathing Snowdrift in its light. I glanced at distant Mount Erebia, the Goddess land. Mersie and her retainer were probably on the road to climb it. Mersie would pursue the last of her parents killers to the very apex of the world if needed.

I hoped she would find what she was looking for and peace too.

My own war had only begun.