Armed Enlightenment V2

Violence of action

Library, Palace of Altefest

Cavalry armor is a potent piece of steelwork if there's a horse to use it. On foot, breathing in it was as choking as the rank stench from days of traveling with one pack animal short. Lavish gratitude is replied to with apprehension if freed from the aches of dismounted fighting. Although the maids freed Angelica from her armor, it didn't liberate her from hiking up the palace.

A break was a forlorn dream that seemed so close yet so distant. The body may rest from hiking the last steps, but the mind cannot. A messenger is essential, but her words were final. Her father will have to follow through with her initiative and decide whether it is the resourcefulness of his daughter or recklessness.

However, a swift end to a war was childish. Her father's wrinkles were becoming more pronounced these days, and he had forgotten to leave a bookmark on his page, while her brother stood by the door, occasionally pressing his ear against it. It was too interesting to ignore. The opportunities were almost endless. The man and woman may be their only source. Their weapons and magic potential may be the seed Lestaria needs to surpass adversity.

Lycan patriarchs are no different from the rest of their pack from the distance those two attacked. But humans love distinguishing themselves from others, creating hierarchies not only by birth, but also by the fabric, buttons, and colors they adorn while leading men on their well-groomed horses. Angelica's spine tingled at the thought of pointing those weapons specifically against the enemy, but it followed with a shudder.

If there was any fault in her decisions, it might be the time Adel Enders pushed her away to receive the blade that was meant for her. But then again, that's why she's still here. Giving him the battlefield courtesy of honesty and candidness of how the King's Game is played once he joined was the least she could give as thanks. If she weren't here, with her father and brother, how else could they scheme to earn their favor?

It shouldn't surprise him, given that Angelica had told him the rules once he joined. Or perhaps he wasn't surprised. With his demeanor on their second encounter with the lycans and the faint explosions that preceded it, Lestaria must have the food warehouses garrisoned before provoking them.

"Primenst, have Master Aberack prepare a ritual to emancipate one of our guests tomorrow morning."

Master Aberack, the Master Sorcerer of the Court. They mean to discover Madam Avrora's magic.

"Let the servants know we shall be having guests tomorrow for lunch. Ensure the palace provides a warm welcome, but refrain from any excesses. Angelica, remain."

"Yes, father."

Warmth and modesty had always been Lestaria's specialty. There was no need for emphasis. With her brother gone, her father took a deep sigh. His wrinkles softened, and he eventually sat back.

"You've done well."

"I'm unsure if I've made the correct choice."

"Reason is not built upon absolutes alone. The correct choice yesterday may not be the correct choice tomorrow. Your runner has informed us of your journey, the choices you've made that led you and your caravan to safety, and welcoming two strong warriors."

"As for the supplies?"

"We'll prepare a ship for Oberwolrech. Sereivan and Vardenis will be relieved to know you are safe."

"Thank you, Father."

"But you are aware that you are needed elsewhere, yes?"

"I do. As a host, I shall not allow my guests to feel isolated."