บท 112: Vengeance is best served blue.
The dragon crash lands and Michael jumps off of it and goes to retrieve Tiffania, who's now staring at the rampaging dragon with a look of futility mixed with exasperation and reluctance.
Michael sheathes his sword and picks Tiffania up in a princess carrying after storing her sword in her sheath for her, "We don't really have a choice right now... I can't fight beserk dragons while fighting the other knights. Let's just let them deal with it and finish this." he says, running towards the lord's mansion and ignoring the chaos occurring behind him.
She's about to retort but he starts talking again before she can get a word out, "And didn't I say to stay put!? Did you really think you could have handled that dragon knight alone? Not everyone is gonna get into range of your Erase magic!" he says, scolding her for being stupid... He wasn't even sure why she left the bar, sure she would've had to share it with two corpses, but it was better than fighting dragons!
"I-. I wanted to help!" she blurts out with a slowly building blush.
...
Michael would've sighed had he not been sprinting through the town while carrying her, "You can help me by not trying to kill yourself! Know your limits Tiffania, sure you killed two peasants, but that doesn't mean you'd stand a chance against elite mages!... Forget it, we'll talk about this later." he says as they finally reach the stone walls surrounding the lord's mansion.
Michael easily pounces over it, but he ends up landing in between two groups of guards who were guarding the mansion... Both groups stand there for a moment, too surprised to immediately act... "Er, don't mind me. Just passing through." he says, not convincing anyone as they draw their swords.
"If you wanted to prove yourself, nows your chance." he says as he lowers Tiffania and draws his own sword, casting "Shock!" causing lightning to blast through a few of the men. Unfortunately, a nearby bell is rapidly wrung by someone, causing many more guards to stream out of a nearby barracks... Figures this bitch would hold back all the guards to protect herself instead of the burning town!
"You know what, fuck this. Serpent Wards!" he shouts, casting Shadow Shaman's ultimate ability and causing ten huge snakes to appear and start blasting the guards to pieces.
The guards were seriously outmatched by the wards, and their weapons did little to nothing against their ephemeral bodies, especially since almost none of them could actually reach the snakes without being blown apart by Fire Darts.
With that, he picked up the shocked Tiffania and runs past the guards, smashing through the mansion's front doors with his shoulder. A few servants scream and run away, but he ignores all of them aside from the butler who had been standing near the door. He lets Tiffania go and grabs the man, bringing him face to face as Michael grins at him.
"Where is Tatiana." he asks, his hand slowly tightening around the man's shoulders.
"M-m-mistress!? S-she's in her l-lounge upstairs! F-first door on the l-left!" the man squeaks out, and Michael lets him fall to the ground.
"Come on Tiffania, we got a bitch to smack." he says, heading to the stairs and kicking open the door to the lounge, his face contorting into a bloodthirsty grin as he lays eyes on Tatiana who was observing her guards fighting Michael's Serpent Wards through the window.
"Wha-!"
"Remember me you damn cunt!?" he exclaims, sprinting at her as the woman tries to draw her wand. She doesn't manage it in time however, as Michael smacks the wand from her grasp and grabs her by the throat, forcefully holding the woman against the window. "Because I remember you!" he growls, remembering the humiliation and torture she helped put him through.
"I-I was lied to! I was told you were but a mindless slave! I-it's L-Lord Cromwell y-you want... A-and t-that Sheffield!" she hastily chokes out, trying to pry herself out his grasp.
Michael scowls, "Like that makes any fucking difference!? What? You think I was just going to put you down and forgive you, even if what you said was true!?" his clench around her throat tightens. "Cromwell and Sheffield will get theirs eventually." he states and turns his head to Tiffania who was standing behind him with a conflicted expression on her face.
"This bitch was one of the people responsible for hurting you, Tiffania. You wanna go before I end her?"
Tiffania chews her lip for a moment before eventually shaking her head, "N-... No." he determines.
Michael crooks a brow, "You sure?... You aren't gonna tell me to let her go or something?" he asks, unsure what she was thinking.
Tiffania shakes her head, "She hurt both of us, why should I help her?..." she tilts her head and gives a small, understanding smile, "Hurt her back for both of us."
Michael grins and nods, turning to face Tatiana, "You heard the lady... So, how do you wanna die? Burned alive? Blood loss?" he says, shaking her slightly and releasing the grip on her neck slightly as she was beginning to turn blue...
"P-Please... L-let me go..." she mutters, knowing that anything she did would be futile in the end.
Michael thinks for a moment before nodding, giving the woman some hope... Until he opens his mouth. "Hey, remember that time? You know, when you tried to castrate me?" he gives a toothy grin, "Well, how about I return the favour?" he states, drawing his knife and stabbing it into the woman crotch, causing her to get agonized muffled screams in response.
*Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!*
Michael continues stabbing her, the woman squirming in an attempt to stop him, but not managing to do anything. Blood streamed down from her lower stomach and crotch from the many stab wounds. Tatiana hadn't lost consciousness yet, but she wasn't far off.
He drops her on the ground and spits on her, "What goes around comes around, I'll see you in hell... Or whenever shitty people who worship Brimir go." he says, picking up her body and throwing her out of the window, her corpse getting shot by the Serpent Wards below as they had no more targets aside from her.
He wipes his bloodied hands on his trousers before turning and hugging Tiffania, "We did it!" he giddily says, picking her up and twirling her around.
"M-MichAEL!" Tiffania squeaks in surprise, unable to stop her laughter at his mini-celebration... It was pretty morbid considering what they'd just done, but Tiffania couldn't think of a time where she was more comfortable than this... Even if she did have to talk to him about the destruction he'd inadvertently caused via those berserk dragons.
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บท 113: Unseeing Eye
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Two days later :
Ralf Kaliker lets out a silent sigh as he continues to wait on his knees beneath Cromwell's throne. The False Familiars attack had not only resulted in the destruction of most of Cendri, which was responsible for a good portion of the capital's food production, but also the death of Earl Tatiana, someone who while not completely invested in Cromwell's rule, supported it nevertheless.
Her death had weakened his position, as despite the united front the Reconquista liked to present, it was just as or maybe more so unstable than the Albion that was led by its royalty.
Which how Ralf ended up here, literally on his knees awaiting his punishment... Unjustly in his opinion. There wasn't all that much he could do against such an opponent as the False Familiar. The former-slaves abilities were as nonsensical as they were effective, wandless, powerful magic with insanely short chants and unexpected effects... Teleportation was supposed to be a top-tier Square Mage spell, used only by those who had almost mastered control of all four elements.
Ralf highly doubted that such a person existed in the Reconquista, perhaps Old Osmond of Tristain who's leading the magical academy could, but that was just speculation on his part... Additionally, his battle against the False Familiar had revealed a huge weakness in not only his unit, but many others comprising the Reconquista military.
Dragon knights were regarded as the strongest and most elite units, especially if those that rode the dragons were mages... Ralf had been rid of this impression however as soon as they ran into a foe who could teleport and easily kill riders without harming the dragons.
Usually in battle, the knight dies with his mount after both take grievous wounds, but with just the knights dying and the dragons still being unharmed, it left the others in the unit to deal with the rampaging beast... Dragons were captured beasts that are turned into familiars for the knights, it takes months or maybe even years for them to bound enough to make them reliable fighters who could work together.
Since most of Reconquista's forces were Dragon knights, Ralf wondered if such a weakness could so easily be exploited o the battlefield... He doubted it, in enemy land, berserk dragons would cause chaos amongst the enemies ranks, so perhaps he was over-worrying a bit...
"Commander Kaliker." Cromwell finally speaks from his throne, sounding distinctly angry and disappointed. "Tell me, what excuses have you come up with to save your pathetic life? How is it that a whole unit of dragon knights was unable to capture a young boy and an elf? And how is it that an entire town was destroyed, not by the boy's hands, but by your own units!?" he asks, tapping the armrest of his throne impatiently.
Ralf keeps his eyes to the ground and head still, "I will make up no such excuses my lord! The boy as you describe was a far more difficult combatant than we'd been informed, and used tactics that completely countered my forces. The results could have been far worse if we decided to ignore the civilians in the town and instead chased the False Familiar... I realise this resulted in Earl Tatiana's death, but I pledged myself to Albion's people, and that is where my loyalties lie." he firmly states, knowing that he'd probably get executed for such words... Some might even call them treasonous.
Cromwell seethes and glances to the guards at the side of the room, "Commander Kaliker, did you not see how important the capture of the False Familiar was?"
Ralf shakes his head, "I do not see how his capture is above the lives of Albion's citizens." he states with determination.
Cromwell smirks, "Then, perhaps your eyes are defective. Guards, remove one of this man's eyes from his skull. Perhaps he just needs a new perspective on things?" he says, causing Ralf's body to stiffen. He doesn't move however, instead simply waiting and letting the men do what they must.
"GGRRRRAAAAAARARRRRRRGGHH!" Ralf screams as Cromwell watches with amusement, fingering his ring as he thinks about recent events... The war was essentially over now, he and his men had found Prince Wales and the enemy hadn't stood a chance.
He'd used his Ring to take control over all of Prince Wales men, and had them arrest the royal before he could do anything... He was somewhat disappointed that his ring failed to control the prince, but he supposed that Brimir's purest lineage had some advantages that others did not.
A couple minutes later, the guards throw Ralf's body at the base of Cromwell's throne, blood streaming from an empty eye socket. He simply kneels against however, not saying a word.
Cromwell smiles, "Do you see now, Commander Kaliker?"
...
Ralf grits his teeth, he was a man of his word, a knight. And that meant he refused to lie, even despite the pain shooting through his body at the loss of an eye. This man wanted him to forsake the people to try and capture a slave who they tortured incessantly for their amusement... What kind of justice is that? What kind of rule would the people be subjected to?...
He looks up and glares with his single eye, but somehow manages to stifle the stream of insults threatening to spill from his mouth. "I see, Lord Cromwell."
Cromwell nods, "And you recognise your pathetic failure for what it is? Both unsightly and dishonourable?"
"I do... Lord Cromwell." he says, doing his best to hide the venom in his tone.
Cromwell nods, inwardly trying to decide on whether or not he should mind-controlling the commander to preempt any foolish attempts to get revenge. In the end, though he decides not to, as it's simply too much fun to play with this 'chivalrous personality'. He wondered what it would take to make the man forsake his vows... He grins, "Then, as soon as your men have recovered from this recent incident, I want you to dismantle any remaining loyalists. With prejudice. Do you understand?"
Ralf nods one final time, "I do my lord."
"Good. Now be on your way, I have no more time to attend to one such as you." Cromwell says while casually waving him off, not realising that such an action infuriated Ralf far more than the loss of his eye.
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