Chapitre 627: The Bloody Wedding (3)
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It wasn't really something for Jon if Maven Black-Briar rallied up a legion of thugs and came at him screaming for war. The appearance of an Arch-Wizard, however, was worrying to an extent.
If you are an Arch-Wizard, you are not an Arch-Wizard for nothing. You usually have enough tricks and ideas that would make you a fearsome opponent and a destructive force. That's why Jon managed to hide for a long time under the skirt of Nurina since the very first thing that was known about him is the fact that he is an Apprentice to an Arch-Wizard.
But now that Maven has her own Arch-Wizard, the game is about to get destructive. That Arch-Wizard seemed to know a thing or two about Job and had a good head above his shoulders seeing how fast he retreated in a fight he wasn't prepared for.
"Just who is that Dunmer?" Jon wondered, "There is no information from the Lore I know regarding him."
If the Dunmer was in the game, Jon would immediately recognize him since he has recalled and recorded all the lore he knows but such a character is so unique that it can't be not lore-worthy.
A Dwarven Staff, an Artificial Eye with a dwarven design, and a Prosthetic Arm. And that name Maven called… Mecinar.
He felt dangerous.
"Lord Jon Dare, we are honored to have you in our midst." Yet a voice had to break his chain of thoughts.
"Jarl Elisif, the honor is all mine." Jon had to stand off his chair in order to greet the Jarl of Solitude.
Currently, he was invited to the Court of Solitude on the wedding day a few hours before the ceremony.
"Thanks to your major contributions in the last trade meeting, I hear we averted a serious famine in the Reach." Elisif said as she dragged the chat with Jon.
Jon became silent for a second, looked meaningfully at Elisif the Fair, the beautiful Jarl of Solitude, and nodded.
"Yes, things were rather simple, the problem was regarding the workforce." He said.
"But migrating people from the major cities to establish farming and herding communities especially in this time of war… this is a brave step." She added.
"People tend to mess up their priorities when they are fearful. The food stock was endangered because the armies were marching everywhere, the refugees were targeting the big cities, and the bandits were forming up and scraping what they got to find. By putting a strict rule of repopulating the countryside and enforcing the laws by militias and guards, it may have sounded oppressive at first but the Lords would easily start to notice the difference in their granary stocks. By that, they would spare more soldiers to the security of their farming towns rather than sending them to war and the armies would grow less and less on both sides. This will result in lessening the intensity of battles and maybe in 10 years, we can just put it all back and find ways to adjust."
"Indeed. No one thought this would be possible." Elisif said.
"You just have to beat it into both people and lords in order for no one of them to overstep their roles." Jon explained.
Jon was lately acting as an Advisor to many holds and lords through the Dare Bank of Investment. Many people wanted to get their hands on the easy interest-free loans but Jon used it to enforce his ideologies on the businesses he gives money to and by that, he now gives loans to other Lords then instructs them on how to manage their holdings to maximize the profits and pay him back faster.
This may sound like a charity but Jon's main goal was to invest in these businesses and rather than taking Interests on his loans, he would take Shares in order to share the business's earnings and losses which was a much more ideal and honest system.
The Court of Solitude as well as the Court of Windhelm, the two main players of the civil war, were already big clients in the Dare Bank. Add to it the Court of Whiterun, Winterhold, and Morthal, Jon was already managing the economy of that much Imperial Skyrim land even though his main holdings were on Stormcloak territory.
What was out of Jon's control were the Court of Riften thanks to the influence of the Black-Briar family, the Court of Markarth thanks to the influence of the Silver-Blood family, and the Courts of Falkreath and Dawnstar due to personal grudges between Jon and their Jarls.
"Let's not hold each other on such a fine day then. I believe that we should start celebrating early for my friend Vittoria but it seems we have court duties early in the morning." Jarl Elisif said as she headed towards her seat.
The court quietened down as Elisif started attending to the business of the Hold with her Thanes but Jon was quick to notice how incompetent she was at handling these kinds of affairs and being very fearful of the Imperial Authority of General Tullius. While Falk Firebeard, the Steward, and Thane Bryling, the Main Advisor, would always push Elisif to oppose General Tullius, it was quite obvious how her weak personality would get in the way of achieving important things.
Jon got bored fast and snuck out of the court down the main hall with the excuse of feeling hungry. There, he ran into the Court Wizard of Solitude, Sybille Stentor.
"Jon Dare."
"Sybille Stentor, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"You are in my court so I am the one who is pleased to meet you, my Lord."
"Thank you, my Lady."
The two mages greeted each other within expected mannerisms.
"Greetings aside, you had to make a big ruckus yesterday." Sybille said.
"Which one?" Jon asked cheekily.
"I see you have more bravado than the last time you shouted in this court."
"Ah, the good old days."
"You have been hunting Familiars all night last night and apparently had to pick a fight with someone very dangerous." Sybille said.
"The Familiars thing aside, what do you know about this man?" Jon asked.
"I am rather surprised you know less than I do. Isn't the affairs of Maven Black-Briar more important to you than us?"
"To be honest, despite how many times I try to investigate those pesky Black-Briars something always gets in the way. I got introduced to that something last night and I am not pleased to make his acquaintance. So… what does Solitude know?"
"He's an Outlaw Arch-Wizard."
"And what laws outlaw him?"
"The Imperial Authority seemed to have crossed roads with a Dunmer called Mecinar a few times but they didn't clash directly. He was once hired by the Forebears of Solitude yet he was chased away by King Abbas."
"I am familiar with the Sultan of Hammerfell. He's an upright man with strong adherence to traditions and laws. If he is against this Mecinar then there is a good reason why." Jon concluded.
"Indeed. Also, from what we know, both House Redoran and an authoritative figure in Mournhold known as the Old Woman has paid huge sums to Morag Tong to issue writs on that man." Sybille said.
"Even the Old Woman? And now he is here in Skyrim!" Jon frowned.
"Yes, he is." Sybille said, "The Magic society in Skyrim is quite narrow so we would be of a little help yet we need you, Lord Jon, to deal with this man personally, if possible."
"Sadly, I have much on my hands." Jon bluntly refused, "If he looks for me to cause trouble, I'll deal with him. Aside from that, I have no spare time to waste on him."
"Understood." Sybille nodded without much reluctance.
The two of them smiled at each other in a shallow way before looking around to divert the subject.
"So that's the infamous Pelagius Wing." Jon pointed towards a certain big sealed door in the palace hall.
"Yes, that is it." She replied.
"Why is it still closed?" Jon asked.
"Excuse me? I think it's common knowledge that it is sealed for a good reason." Sybille said.
"And does that reason still stand?"
"Well… The Pelagius Wing has been a bad omen since the time of Pelagius and Queen Potema so no one goes in there. Even the guards standing on it would always hear faint noises and creepy itches from inside."
"So it has stayed in this state for ages. Dear me!" Jon wondered since when did the situation have to stay like that.
After all, the Pelagius Wing isn't dangerous anymore since Sheogorath and the Ghost of Emperor Pelagius the Mad have both been evicted. Jon personally did that almost 3 years ago.
Maybe the wing was sealed for a number of years while the two mad entities were playing around so the people just didn't notice it was cleared.
"Why don't you and I go on a field trip into the Pelagius Wing?" Jon asked Sybille.
"If that's the way you seduce girls, Lord Jon, then I am badly not interested." Sybille replied.
"Bah! I wouldn't seduce you even if my life depended on it." Jon waved his hand and headed towards the Pelagius Wing alone.
"Lord Jon, I must warn you. I've been detecting Daedric Presence in that wing for years. It won't do us good if we just go in with everyone in close proximity to this place." Sybille caught up to Jon while trying to stop him.
"Really?" Jon looked at her nonchalantly, "I thought the few hundred wards you placed on this place alone would take care of Mehrunes Dagon himself if he showed up."
Sybille stopped her pace and considered Jon's words.
"Now I feel flattered." She said.
"Don't be. The Daedric presence coming from inside just needs to be exorcised." Jon said, "If it was an entity living within, we would certainly feel it once we go in."
"It is mostly incorporeal."
"And why would that stop us, I wonder." Jon said so as he went to the door of the Pelagius Wing and tried to open it.
"Let me just bring you the key. I have a copy…"
*Click*
Yet the door opened in Jon's hands.
"That was?"
"Lockpicks. Nasty little devils, they are." Jon said, waving a small blade and a lockpick around.
"That's a lock made by the best locksmith in all the land." Sybille said pointing towards the door.
"I am pretty sure Wulfur doesn't build locks for you." Jon replied and went in.
Sybille had to follow him inside as she kept her key in her pocket and nervously proceeded.
The inside of the Pelagius wing was vast but dark and dusty. It looked like its version from the game which Jon played in the past despite the rest of the palace looking more like its modded version. Still, the place was quiet and eerie.
Jon evoked two spells on his left and right to call a few Mouse Familiars to run around the place and cast Candlelight wisps towards the dark corners of the place. Soon after, a battle of real rodents and magical ones started to take place and all the rats and skeever infesting the Pelagius Wing were mascaraed by Jon.
"Using magic to get rid of rats that infest an old house. It is like hitting a mosquito with a greatsword." Sybille mocked Jon.
"More like… why wouldn't you do such a thing from the start and leave the place to rot like this?" Jon asked.
"A Wizard's Skill shouldn't be degraded to do something so mundane, Lord Jon." Sybille replied.
"Ah! That mindset." Jon said as the way he looked at Sybille changed.
Altmer had a way of thinking that magic, such as all sacred things, shouldn't be used in things that bring disdain to the caster such as cleaning things with magic. They viewed magic as a holy power that comes from their alleged origin, Aetherius. Thus they view the Arcane as something that should be separated from the Mundane. Of course Sybille is no Altmer but she adopts the same way of thinking.
On the other side of this school of thought, Jon stands on the front that believes in adopting magic in all aspects of the Mundane Life shall bring more advancement and understanding to the world. After all, Winterhold was built on that basis and it is the closest thing Jon could build to a utopia.
He didn't entertain Sybille's thoughts and ignored her until the search was done.
"No Daedra here so far. I think we already flipped the place upside down and all the windows were opened. It looks nice now that it gets some sun." Jon said to Sybille who was hiding in a shadowy corner.
"It was nice when it was dark though." She said in vexation.
"Tell Falk Firebeard that I cleaned the place while we were at it." Jon said and started heading down towards the main hall of the Blue Palace before Jarl Elisif headed out to the wedding.
As Sybille followed him while avoiding every ray of sunshine, the two heard a ruckus coming from the main hall.
"What is going on?" Sybille immediately took the lead and asked the nearest guard to the scene.
A common villager was standing in the middle of five guards as he was simply trying to meet the Jarl and demanding an audience.
"My Lords! How can this be? A man comes and asks to meet their Lord and you push him away? This is unacceptable! How can you do this? The Eight frown upon you!"
"Ysmir's Beard! What's going on down there?" The shouting attracted Falk Firebeard who came from above to see what was going on.
"This man came from Dragonbridge and claimed that he hears howls at night and feels the earth shake." A guard replied.
"And?" Falk asked.
"It is just the storm from a few days ago, Sir." The Guard said.
"No! It is not a storm. That one was no natural storm." The villager said as he struggled among the guards, "And not just the storm, my Lord, it happens every night now."
Jon watched the scene on the internet and said nothing as he deduced something. An unnatural storm, wind howling, earth shaking. If he connects the dots together along with the date, it would be that night he and Serana had a… nevermind!
"Varnius, this is the third time you come and today is not suitable." Falk said to the man addressing him with that name.
Varnius!
The name clicked in Jon's mind. Howls… Earth Shakes… it is not what he thought first.
"Falk!" Jon called.
"Lord Jon." Falk seemed startled by Jon who kept his presence thin till now.
"A man of your Hold is coming to seek help from his Jarl. You truly are going to let him down?"
"But…" Falk spoke with a tired face, "Today is an important day as you know. Also, we investigated this situation before and we suspect it is the Stormcloaks. We also can't spare the men during these critical times." Falk said.
Jon found something that put him in a very excellent mood right away.
"Then I'll offer my help in this matter." Jon stepped in right away and looked at the man with an opportunistic smile, "I am Jon Dare and I am going to solve your problem… inshallah." with thumbs up.
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Chapitre 628: The Bloody Wedding (4)
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[Soft Warning: big chapter... and you might wanna brace yourself for this one.]
The day was as good as any in terms of weather but it was extraordinarily bright when it came to Jon's mindset at the moment. After all, he received some good news this morning.
Truthfully, he was looking forward to this quest for ages but he failed to get leads on how to initiate it or how to find its location. When it came to the game and real life, there was a massive difference especially in terrain so unless the place is a known landmark, there's no way he would find a cave hidden in some mountain unless he does some rigorous excavating and brings a team with him.
So he waited for the opportunity and here it was.
But that's not the time for it anyway, he has to wait for his cake in order to eat it properly. Right now, however, is the time for Vittoria's Wedding, an event that he can't miss for the world.
Also, he was acting so openly with a wide smile on his face.
Many believed in the rumor regarding Jon Dare and Vittoria Vici, so those many were anticipating the look on his face now that his girlfriend is being taken away, the thing that made his smile seem more unsettling. Either way, Jon is an oddball so there's no way of knowing what goes in under his red hair.
But that day was a day of celebration, this doesn't mean that people will celebrate as much as they seek opportunity and try to reap as many benefits as they can. That was especially true for the Imperial Guests who would flock around their Nord counterparts in the various fields in order to exchange knowledge and connections.
Still, Jon secluded himself and rudely took a seat between Solitude's secret lovers, the steward Falk Firebeard and Thane Bryling. The two exchanged awkward looks as Jon remained seated chewing on some fruits.
During this, a woman passed and stood in front of Jon looking extensively at his face. Jon met eye to eye with her but neither of them was taking any initiative first until she decided to talk.
"He didn't have to die, you know!" The woman said.
Jon didn't move his eyes off her nor did he stop chewing, the only instance he did was when he wanted to grab another apple from the table in front of him.
Falk Firebeard stood up and cleared his throat before trying to introduce the woman unpleasantly.
"This girl here is the sister of the late Thane E…" Falk said but Jon interrupted.
"Gisli." Jon said the woman's name, "I know who she is."
Of course, Gisli is a character from the game and the family of one of Jon's most annoying enemies, Thane Erikur.
"I know that your people took him, I know you may have him alive till now…" Gisli seemed to be trying to say something but Jon interrupted her speech.
"He isn't." He said.
The phrase was so direct that it only meant that Jon Dare had Thane Erikur executed at some time. While Thane Erikur's actions were later criminalized, his fall into the hands of the people of Winterhold three years ago was his final downfall.
He just admitted that he killed a man before even putting him to trial. A man who was one of the top political movers in Skyrim.
"How?" Gisli asked as her eyes became filled with tears, "How?!"
"Ask my wife. She's the one who had to deal with him." Jon replied with zero chills as he started peeling another fruit.
Of course he knows how Erikur's life ended. Alina was sadistic enough to almost have that man skinned alive but she later put him to Jullanar's mercy that wasn't any better than her. He lasted as much as a month just because the two of them were trying to make him live for as much as possible. And they even gave him a name called Gecko.
That's the part of the story he would never tell since he wasn't even interested in the fate of an enemy that had no honor.
Falk Firebeard finally had Gisli escorted away as she was too devastated to be left alone. On the other hand, he couldn't help but feel both angry and fearful towards Jon. Whatever happened to Erikur, it surely happened during the life of High King Torygg, a clear disrespect to kill someone's Thane outside their jurisdiction.
But those who know what Erikur had done had no way of speaking their complaints regarding that matter in front of Jon, the one who was hurt the most by Erikur's actions.
"The Bride and the Groom have arrived!" A bard announced and that's when the wedding's main characters came in.
All the attendants stood on the way in the castle's temple as the music was played smoothly announcing the start of the ceremony. Vittoria Vici walked down from a carriage as Asgeir Snow-Shod met her down and offered his arm for her to lean on.
She was wearing a white dress covered from the outside by a long red garment and wore a circlet of flowers over her head.
The look on his face wasn't that of a man who is getting married and the look on hers was cheerful and full of smiles. The situation seemed perplexing to those who stood near to them but what made it even stranger is the look on the faces of the family members of the Groom and the Bride.
Vittoria's mother, Countess Alexia Vici, was frowning at every living soul since she didn't like this marriage from the start. It was Count Vici that pushed the affair onto their daughter and ironically he didn't bother to attend which made the countess very upset.
The Snow-Shod clan, on the other hand, were quite opposite to their son Asgeir. It wasn't that they were pleased but rather they realized the importance of this marriage and how much it can benefit them to have the Emperor's Daughter as part of their clan.
This can ultimately end the bloodshed while it would leave Skyrim forever divided into the Eastern Old Holds of the Stormcloaks and the Western New Holds of the Empire. Either way, it would benefit them greatly either way it goes.
There was a lack of attendance when it came to the Stormcloak envoys since they didn't want to walk into the stronghold of their enemy just to dine and celebrate while their brethren are sharpening their axes on the battlefield.
Jon scanned the crowd carefully looking for any suspicious faces which led him to notice Maven Black-Briar who seemed to be hiding behind a score of Imperial Soldiers. He also noticed some movement on the roof of the castle and many watching eyes here and there.
In the end, he chose to sit back and relax as the bride and groom were seated to receive the blessings of the Divines before the actual ceremony. He even displayed a lot of friendliness as he gathered many people around him and started telling them stories of his travels and adventures.
There was a lot of wealth spent on this wedding and many people wanted to benefit from it, some more than the others and some over the others' interests. Those who stood at the top of this list were the Black-Briar clan for sure but those who stood a step higher were none other than them.
Jon noticed them for sure as his Alarm spell started ticking in his head. They were moving at last.
One at the eastern entrance of the Temple, two at the western entrance, three on the roof, one in the middle of the guests.
That last one… it was her… Serana.
Jon looked towards Vittoria who took a minute before noticing his gaze towards her and realizing that the plan was in motion. Her smile finally died down and she became somewhat nervous.
"I'll go ahead with the speech now." Vittoria stood up and announced to her maids.
"Why so soon?" Asgeir Snow-Shod, who was sitting just beside her, asked with a sour look on his face.
He was sure that his soon-to-be wife wanted to skip pleasantries to the actual ceremony and call it a day.
Vittoria also didn't give him any heed and walked to the stairway leading up to the ceremonial balcony of the Temple and emerged from there.
The guards moved to organize her security and the attendants moved to get a good angle to witness the bride's speech. It was a tradition that the host of the wedding should thank the attendants of an event for their gifts, but it wasn't Asgeir who would do it but rather Vittoria which is odd.
Still, this is an Imperial Castle and she is the Emperor's cousin, many complications were involved here.
"Dear Guests from far away lands, Dear People of Solitude, Dear neighbors, brothers, and sisters."
Vittoria greeted the crowd and steeled her nerves before continuing.
"I just wanted to take this time to thank you all for being here. To thank you for sharing this wonderfully happy day with myself, and my new husband. Are you all enjoying yourselves? Please, eat, drink, and make merry on this most happy of days. My husband and I thank you for coming to our reception. We thank you for sharing the love we have for each other." She said and turned to Asgeir who paused a second before smiling enough not to cause a scene.
Finally, she moved to the last words.
"May you all be as happy in your lives as… as I know I will be in mine. Thank you… again for…"
*Swoosh*
And in the next second, an arrow was seen resting in Vittoria's chest, and around where it struck, the white dress was being painted red mixing up with the outer garment she's wearing.
Vittoria looked at the arrow as her vision became dizzy then she raised her hands up but suddenly lost all the strength in her body and fell down from the balcony.
"NOOOOO!"
A strong scream of anger and sadness echoed in the sky as the crowd descended into madness.
"Assassins! Run!"
"They're everywhere!"
"The Bride has been killed!"
"Save yourselves!"
There was no longer a solution out of this madness and every man was to themselves except for a single man who stood over Vittoria's body with dark expressions.
"I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARDS! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"
Jon Dare's voice shook the heaven as a greatsword emerged in his right hand. Right away, he turned around and threw the heavy weapon towards an assassin that was blending in the crowd.
The assassin was immediately impaled by the blade and carried by the force of its throw to the castle wall before getting pinned against it.
Jon didn't stop there, he pulled the blade back with Telekinesis and launched it towards another assassin splitting the man in half as the blade was rammed into the other wall. He then pulled the greatsword again with Telekinesis and started hurling it at all the assassins in sight.
"Shit! Escape! Now!" One of the assassins, an Argonian known as Veezara, pulled the one who shot the arrow from her shoulder and lowered their heads down.
"That man!" The one who shot the arrow, Serana, decided to go down and initiate the escape.
"Jon Dare." Veezara replied, "Believe it or not, we tried to assassinate him once in this same cursed city. Didn't go well! This time, he's much stronger and we will be caught if we face him."
It seemed that Veezara was unwilling to even think about the idea of facing Jon Dare. Serana knew that Jon Dare is the mastermind of this whole scene but to witness first hand how he manipulates both his enemies and his allies to serve his agendas. In a way, she was impressed, in another, she was terrified.
She decided to retreat and waited for Veezara to initiate the signals.
"Now!" He waved his hands to more assassins who were hiding around the roofs and a hail of arrows descended towards all the guests in the hall.
"Shit." Inside the hall, Jon saw the arrows coming down and filled his lungs with air, "FUS RO DAH!"
The shout broke everything up in the sky and all the arrows that were meant to make a massacre of the guests were scattered to nothing. However, that was not the purpose of these arrows as the actual purpose was to delay Jon Dare long enough in order to escape.
Indeed they managed to escape as both Veezara and Serana had already climbed the ropes and reached the roof. Veezara then wanted to give more orders to the assassins he put on the roof yet suddenly, a terrible situation happened.
Those who were stationed on the roofs were all thugs, mercenaries, and anti-Imperial rebels that got hired by the Brotherhood to cause scenes and act as lackeys. It was expected from them to be nothing special in front of a powerhouse assassin but that wasn't even good enough to describe what was going on.
A figure in black appeared on the roof of the castle and like the Wrath of the Aedra and the Daedra, the figure worked their blade into those lackeys as if they were mere blades of grass. That figure had an average build but a natural feminine body that was blessed with a lot of agileness and swiftness. Once that figure stopped, all the ones who stood in its way were laying on the ground bleeding.
The woman was standing on the other side of the roof with the hall in between the two parties. She noticed the two individuals who stood up there and did two things. The first, she pushed a piece of the wall with her leg to fall down on the ceremonial balcony and squish down the groom, Asgeir Snow-Shod. The second, she walked to Veezara and Serana and took her mask down.
Seeing the face was one thing, reacting to it was another. Both Veezara and Serana were quite familiar with that face which left an unforgivable impact on them.
"Look who's here! Not who I expected to see… nope, that's a lie… I expected to see one of you. The other is completely unexpected… Hey anyway!" The woman said.
"You!" "Mabia!"
Both Serana and Veezara reacted at the same time before realizing that the other knows this person they are up against.
"Mabia?" Serana asked.
"Oh! That's the name of a girl who died long long ago." The woman replied.
"You look pretty much alive to me." Veezara spoke hatefully, "We knew that you were alive all that time. Don't think that we just didn't realize that."
"Still, I am dead to you all, isn't it? Shouldn't it be kept that way? Or do you wish for the decline of your little band of killers to be courted so soon?" The woman replied with an insane smile.
"She's one of us?" Serana asked.
"Was." Veezara replied as he readied himself for a fight, "She's bad news now."
"As I said, the girl named Mabia died under this castle a long time ago. I met a God and he resurrected me. Now I live in his worship. Isn't he just amazing?" The woman said, "I go by Jullanar now. My God is right over there."
Jullanar was obviously referring to Jon who was waving the greatsword around with Telekinesis and making a scene as he slaughtered all the assassins down there.
Jon was indeed displaying a great effort in discovering the assassins hiding around, moving the blade, killing them, and protecting the crowd all at the same time. He even conjured 6 Frost Atronach to lift up the castle gates for the crowd to flee through.
But in the end, it was all too obvious and not obvious at the same time. It was all just a display after all. Making a sword fly around and kill some assassins with it, it may look impressive but Jon could have just subdued all those assassins in a few seconds rather than acting like that. He could have escorted the attendants to the safety of the temple rather than setting them loose in the city.
A great plan was happening, a plan within a plan.
"Either way, I think this all for now." Jullanar said as she smiled back at Veezara and Serana.
"So, we're fighting Jon Dare's famous dog, Jullanar the Mad." Veezara raised his twin daggers as he said so.
"Well, Jon only told me to get rid of all the pests on the roof until my target starts moving." Jullanar shrugged her shoulders.
"Then we shall…" Veezara was about to initiate his attack but Serana suddenly held his shoulder and jumped with him off the roof.
"What are you doing?" Veezara asked.
"Don't you see?" Serana said as she landed with Veezara on the roof of a different building, "We are not her targets."
The two of them looked at the smiling Jullanar as she snorted and looked the other way before disappearing off the castle's roof herself.
They may have survived Serana but which poor fool was about to meet their end on her blade?
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Back in the castle, Jon finished off all the assassins and rushed towards Vittoria's body. There was much preparation that needed to be done in this tight window of time before the place gets flooded with Imperial Soldiers and curious nobles.
Looking around, many corpses were littering the ground, from Assassins to Soldiers to unfortunate Guests, Jon made sure that the important people rush to the streets where they should take care of themselves.
The guards and the legion will have a tough time calming the crowd especially since Jon made them all run through a single way out. The priests, the nobles, the Jarls, and the guests all together are now running in the streets and seeking help.
It is time to see things through and Jullanar should have made her move.
Her first target was obviously Asgeir Snow-Shod. The second target…
"Secure the place! Hunt down the assassins! Tell the guards captain to make sure of everyone's safety…" Legate Rikke of the Imperial Legion stormed the Temple ground and paused at the sight of the great massacre.
She then saw Jon sitting in front of the body of Vittoria Vici.
"Lord Jon… Lady Vittoria… is she…" Rikke asked.
"She's with Kyne." Jon replied in a heavy tone.
"… This is… Heavens be with us! That's the Emperor's cousin." Rikke said as she felt the scale of the crisis they are in.
"Inform your general to prepare an Imperial Funeral. I am going to hunt down the rest of the assassins myself." Jon stood up as he recalled the greatsword he was waving just a moment ago.
"Lord Jon, you need to coordinate with us. We need prisoners to interrogate." Rikke shouted at him.
"I left many of them alive. Do your job, Legate." Jon said and walked out of the castle fuming with all the rage in the world.
In a far away location, many of the wedding's important guests were rushing through the streets with their bodyguards. They were mostly escorted by their Thanes and Bodyguards away from the open streets through the alleys and the hidden routes.
The most important of those guests was none other than the Jarl of Solitude, Elisif the Fair.
She ran and ran but all she had was some guards. She couldn't even get in touch with Falk Firebeard or Bryling. Even Bolgeir Bearclaw, her Housecarl, was caught in fighting some assailants.
This was just way too sudden, way too terrifying… it felt as if everything was turning into chaos all of a sudden.
Jon Dare saved her life in the castle, the guards saved her life outside, some assassins were trying to attack from all the locations, and many rebel groups and anti-Imperial used the situation for sure but this was moving to a dangerous point.
When the guards raised their shields above their heads in order to cover her from any archer on the roof, Elisif could see something in the distance.
*Spark* *Spark* *Slash* *Swoosh*
A blade of a strange shape rushed towards the guards taking in weird angles and curving and bouncing off the walls.
Elisif immediately lowered her head and the guards who tried to block the blade got their arms sliced off. Not only one blade but a stream of them followed and every guard who stood in their way was completely shredded.
Elisif watched the blades as the blood-splattered and covered her dress and face. She saw the blades fall on the ground then suddenly stand up and roll back like wheels on the ground. Finally, these circular blades joined together and became one before rolling over to someone's feet.
"Good day to you, Jarl Lady." The owner of the circular blades walked to Elisif with a cold sadistic smile.
"No! You! Why?" Elisif couldn't believe who the owner of the blades was as she tried to run away as fast as she could.
Jullanar put her compact chakram on her side and picked a sword from the ground before throwing it into Elisif's back to come out of her chest.
Elisif could barely stand as she held the blade coming off her chest. She looked at it with bitter eyes and fell on her knees before collapsing on her face with cold motionless eyes.
"Sorry, I really liked you but nothing personal, Jarl Lady." Jullanar giggled as she said so.
The circlet of the Jarl she used to wear rolled off her head then fell on the ground.
On this day, three important figures died.
The Groom, Asgeir Snow-Shod, heir to the Snow-Shod clan and a major contributor to the wealth of the Black-Briars.
The Bride, Vittoria Vici, overseer of the EEC branch in Skyrim, daughter of Count Vici, and cousin of the Emperor.
The Jarl of Solitude, Elisif the Fair, widow of High King Torygg, and the puppet of the Empire.
Chaos is just the start of what is going to happen afterward.
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