The Chronicles of a Scalebound Sage: Wandmaker Vol.2

WM [7] A Real Future To Fight For

Ever since Tyr found out that both of his little sisters had survived the raid, he seemed to have had a massive weight lifted off his shoulders. He had a spark in his eye that had been missing since the attack. He didn't have long with his sisters before the First Princess took the group to a meeting room. Despite the room's spaciousness, it felt cramped with so many of the country's most influential people gathered. They all sat at a large table, the Prince and his people on one side and the Princess and hers on the other.

Bjorn could feel Tanisha's anger rise as soon as she entered the room and saw First Prince Arnar, Ingrid, and Loki. There were also two other Royal Hands, a man and a woman, whom Bjorn assumed were Arnar's Hands. Tanisha struggled to keep her expression neutral as she clenched her jaw and followed the rules of decorum. After the Hands introduced the Royalty, they sat down, and everyone else was allowed to sit down. There were others in the room, generals and nobles by their looks.

Identify
Name: Arnar Al Kossiheim Qar
Species: Wendigo
Level: ??
Vocation: Sorcerer of Dominion

Identify
Name: Sigrun Al Velidein Qar
Species: Wendigo
Level: ??
Vocation: Sorceress of Dominion

Identify
Name: Svartr Loti
Species: Wendigo
Level: ??
Vocation: Royal Electrokinesis War Mage

Identify
Name: Vigdis Bularu
Species: Wendigo
Level: ??
Vocation: Völva

"Thank you all for coming today and being a part of this inaugural event," Sigrun stated with a wide smile. "As we speak, Vidar Tujewli is announcing this domain as a part of the Tujewli Domain. This means that the state of emergency caused by the defection of the Nazem has formally concluded."

The First Prince glared at his sister as she spoke, looking as if he wanted to execute her right then and there. The look only made her smile all the brighter. She knew she had won, and there was nothing he could do that wouldn't make him look weak. The other dignitaries in the room did not share the Princess' delight in prodding the most powerful man in the country aside from the King. Some scooted slightly away from him in case this turned into an all-out fight.

The First Prince, a massive wendigo man with broad shoulders, bore the same gray skin as his sister, and his antlers were adorned in gold. Magic, or rather sorcery, pulsed from his chest in the same manner as his sister's but with notably more intensity. It was to the point that lines of power suffused into the air, popping like static electricity as it discharged.

"I would like to thank my brother for his quick response in securing my city from that traitor," Sigrun continued, emphasizing 'my.' "However, I fear in his haste to cleanse the city, he may have overstepped." The Princess' expression turned sober. "The Isi, a family who were staunch defenders, teachers, and citizens of the Kingdom, were unjustly persecuted, hunted, jailed, and even killed in a bloody raid with no evidence to support collusion with the enemies of our nation.

"Even with his surprise attack and with the aid of Ingrid's forces, he failed to eliminate the Isi and only proved their resourcefulness, power, and the necessity of the Isi and their teachings. Material Users have always had a bad reputation in the Kingdom because chakra is the weapon of humans. Some think it is inferior to magic. I don't, and this debacle proved that to me. When an Isi Disciple fought a wizard, they were not on the back foot; no, they pushed through."

Arnar looked like he was going to explode at any moment. A vein on his forehead bulged out as he turned red. He slammed his fist on the table, which cracked from the impact. A magic circle flashed on the surface of the table, instantly sucking all of the ambient mana out of the room and repairing itself. The table was again pristine when it was done as if nothing had happened.