Terror Sixteen - Confusion

Terror Sixteen - Confusion

I stare at the grown man on the floor and wince as he bobs his head up and down, forehead thumping lightly on the ground with every bow. You can rise? I say.

He pauses mid-bow, and then shakes his head. No, Lady Malvada. I, of all people, dont deserve to have you even lay eyes upon me.

Yeah, I think theres been a mistake, I said. Im Valeria Malvada, not Luciana.

I see him blink, then he raises his head up slightly to take me in.

Im clearly not my mom. Im about a head and a bit too short, and I dont fill the air around me with suffocatingly thick Dark magic whenever Im mildly inconvenienced. Im also not nearly as pretty or scary. Youre thinking of my mom, I say.

And down his head goes again, with a heavy crack. The lady sent her child to punish me, he gasps.

No? I dont even know who you are. Please get up. I move up and bend down to grab him by the shoulder. Hes got a bruise on his forehead, which really cant be good. Maybe you should sit down.

Less chances of head injuries that way.

Thank you, thank you, he says. Im... forgive me, I havent been myself. Everything just happened all at once, and its been eating at me. Please forgive me.

Of course, of course, I say as I push him towards his desk. He leans back against it, a hand rubs at his forehead. So, Ive introduced myself, and the girl there is my friend, Felix. Who are you?

Im Iago Jurez, currently the one in charge of the Jurez and Sons Transportation Company.

Youre Mister Jurezs son? I ask. I cant help the smile. Good news at last.

He nods. I am. His failure of a firstborn. My father said it would be my turn to take over the company one day. Iago looks up to the ceiling, then balls up his fists and shakes them. I didnt expect it to be so soon.

He looks like hes ten or so years older than me. I dont see why hes making such a fuss. Thats alright? Im sure youll manage, probably. Do you mind if I sit?

Oh, my father would have my hide, he says as he jumps to his feet. Take a seat, take two. Please, make yourselves comfortable. Carlota! Carlota, drinks for our guests! Please!

He ushers me to a chair, and I sit down while Felix finds her own. I can hear the maid downstairs running about, the tinking of glass on glass a sure sign that shes preparing something for us to drink.

I didnt know you, well, existed, I admit. I came here on a bit of a hunch. I imagine you know about the last delivery?

The last oh, yes, of course I do, he says. Those bastards at the Church of the Hero. He thumps his fist down on his desk. He winces, then wiggles his hand free of the pain.

I heard that they passed some sort of law making some books illegal? I ask.

They did. It started with that incident, in Penamor. They used that as an excuse, really, to confiscate the books of a few academies and sects, then they started to ban certain texts. My father thinks that it was all a plot to insult the Dark Goddess.

I hear Felix shift next to me, and a glance from the corner of my eye reveals that... well, shes still smiling, but she looks a bit weird.

Okay, I have a lot of questions, but that incident in Penamor is at the top. What happened?

Thank you! My father will be overjoyed to hear it.

I nod as I stand up. Is there anything else I should know?

Iago considers it for a moment. If you are going to the capital, you will want to be quick about hiring transport. A Screaming Angel is due to pass along the route between here and the capital. Most caravans wont risk travelling across its path.

Huh, good to know. I gesture to Felix, and she gulps down the last of her juice, then takes my half-finished cup and downs that too. I cant even fault her. You ready to go, Felix?

Wait! Iago says. He scurries behind the large desk dominating the centre of the room and throws a drawer open. He places a thick book onto the desk, then flips through the pages. A ledger.

I watch as he studies it for a bit, then jogs over to a wall where a painting of a rather plain landscape is hanging. He removes it, revealing a safe that he cracks open with a few twirls of its wheel. Iago counts out coins from a stack and slips them into a bag.

Here, he says as he places the bag on the desk before me. Its a pouch made of thick cloth, dyed a deep blue.

Whats that?

The sum your mother paid the Jurez and Sons Transport Company to carry her precious books to her domicile. We cannot in good faith keep that coin if the goods were not delivered. He bows over the desk.

Oh, well... okay. I take it.

A bit more gold might help. Also, I think theres some silver there, which might make me stand out less.

Thank you, I say.

Iago insists on escorting us out of his home, and when I ask about a carriage leading out of town, he suggests a company near the docks that I can trust.

Felix and I step out, a whole lot richer, and with a new goal in mind.

At least, if she wants to come.

Hey, Felix, I say as I start walking towards the lake. I imagine the docks are around there.

Yeah?

Did you want to come with me? I could pay you, of course. And there will be food and such, I imagine. And, well, Ill be there. I can teach you a bit of magic!

Felix laughs. Sure. Ive never left Santafaria before. I thought of it. Some people live in the forests, even with the monsters. Strong people. But I think thats because only the strong ones survive. But yeah, Id love to come.

Great!

So, is your mom really a god?

Ah...

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