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Chương 406: Gecko, Polyjuice

A Double Chapter! one daily and one of the many extras I owe you, guys.

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(Part 1: Gecko)

As Alina was done with the song, the crowd took a second to breathe and realize what just happened. As expected from Crimson Moon, Daughter of Kyne, her voice was on another level. Putting that aside, the song and the music were just too good.

Applauding may have come a bit late but it was a big wave that took the casino by a storm. From the poor gamblers to the High King who appeared out of nowhere, every one of them mortals shared the same heart beating rate as the song went on till it was over.

Alina walked down the stage finally after letting go of the hard feelings she had only to find High King Torygg walking towards her. There seems to be no running away from that man.

"Thane Alina Firemane, a word please."

"Yes, Your Grace. You could have just sent for me."

"It's okay. While we're at it, I want to ask about a certain someone who was last seen in Winterhold."

"I'll be glad to help, Your Grace. Who are you looking for?" Alina asked.

"A Thane of mine, Thane Erikur."

Alina was quite in the mood after singing to her heart's content for ten minutes but mentioning that name made her almost glare at the High King who personally took the initiative to speak with her. The King himself felt the amount of pressure that Alina was about to throw at him.

She hurriedly came to her mind and let out a deep breath.

"I am sure, Your Grace, that you are well aware of Erikur's crimes in Winterhold and a crime such as his is the spark that started this war. He targeted my Husband, my Brother-in-law, our business, our lives, and many innocents had to die in a fight that could be avoided. Simply bailing him out like that is an insult to Winterhold, the Firemanes, the Moonblades and all our Friends. I'm sure the Gold-Hair Clan also has the same opinion."

Alina's reply was full of sharpness as she was annoyed. She even mentioned the Gold-Hair Clan who are Torygg's backers and his wife's clan.

In truth, Jon has shown the utmost generosity to High King Torygg by not only planning the exile play but also by sparing a lot of lives from the Nords of the Dragon Hunt Alliance. The words of "You Are Free" that Jon used and his speech reached far and wide making every clan complement his wisdom and ability. All the clans of Skyrim are the core power of Skyrim's military and what keeps the realm together.

Torygg surely understood what kind of ridiculous thing he asked.

"He may have sinned but Thane Erikur holds a lot of weight. I wouldn't bother if he is dead but his life will make transferring his assets faster. His sister will serve as a better replacement while he will be stripped from all titles and get exiled from the Realm." Torygg said sincerely.

"Fine, he is still alive but I doubt he will be of any use." Alina said.

"What is the meaning of this?" Sybille Stentor who was standing behind Torygg asked.

"I should send someone to fetch him, I think seeing is better than hearing." Alina signaled to an assistant and was about to send an order.

"No need, we want to see things ourselves." Torygg took another approach.

"Very well, this way."

Alina walked out of the casino and took the way North to a building near the Dare Barracks, this was Winterhold's prison, the Black Room.

It was a cube-like black building with barely any opening other than a heavy metal door, Torygg and his attendants followed Alina in and the scene took them by surprise.

The Black Room was a small building from outside but from inside, it was going underground and seemed very deep. It was just a very wide and deep pit in the ground with prison cells dug in its walls. Any prisoner in here have the liberty to pick whichever lock they want but good luck climbing up. The place has many magical restrictions that don't allow the use of any drop of Magicka without certain items.

The guards if the Black Room greeted the nobles who arrived and activated a certain mechanism that moved a wooden platform up and down, Alina casually stood on it and invited the guests to join her.

They were surely worried about the lift that moved on gears and chains but seeing the sturdy design made them move on hesitantly. The lift traveled underground until it reached the seventh level which is the lowest one.

"How did you people dig a hole like that?" Torygg asked.

"Utility Frost Atronaches and latter Stone Foundation Atronaches."

"Incredible!"

Alina led the group to the cell deepest in the deepest floor and opened it up. The ominous and dark that flowed from the room can make whoever unfortunate enough to stay there lose their minds.

Alina walked in followed by the rest, the group looked around and found nothing.

"What is the meaning of this?" Falk asked Alina with a stern tone.

"Hold on." Sybille said as she seems to have discovered someone in a dark corner.

Alina cast a Candlelight and the cell lit up.

There was indeed someone that Sybille could see before the others because of her being a vampire. Still, the scene was horrible.

A man was stuck to the corner trying too hard not to make a single sound. He had no hair on his head or face and his skin was white like a sheet. Terror filled his eyes as he tried to look away from Alina. If Jon saw that man, he may mistake him for a Soul Shriven from Coldharbour.

Torygg saw the man in rags and could tell his identity by just the outline of his face.

"Erikur?"

"..."

Erikur, or the one who used to be Erikur, was shaking from fear. His whole being was trying to just open a black hole and disappear into it.

"This is... how in the world did this happen?" Falk asked Alina.

"We never tortured him physically if that's what you're asking." Alina replied nonchalantly.

"True... but you used your eyes on him... the same way you used it on the Arch Wizard Altmer that you put down." Sybille figured it out.

"Guilty." Alina didn't even bother denying it.

The Fate of Thane Erikur was the most gruesome between those who made enemies with Winterhold. He was by far the most hated person to the Dare Dragon Company and their Allies, he stupidly walked in Winterhold thinking about conquering it driven by his hate towards Jon, he ignored the king's constant orders of dropping the animosity with Winterhold and made fatal mistakes. Jon managed to drive Erikur to a corner many times and showed his incompetence when he severed him from his Altmer caretaker and that was the downfall of Erikur.

There is no pitying the fool. He lost in the end and got his mind broken, death should put an end to his misery but he is Alina's prisoner and Torygg can't say much about that unless he wants to upset the Dare Dragon Company which is bad for business as Erikur used to say.

"I think we can't do anything about that." Torygg said, "His sins are grave and we can never request for his atonement. The official story will be that Thane Erikur perished in a storm after he was kicked off the gates of Winterhold alone with the spear tips to his back."

Torygg turned around to leave but he halted next to Alina.

"I hope that Kyne will grant him a merciful end."

"By your wish, Your Grace."

Alina nodded and saw the group out but she still remained.

Alina looked at Erikur who was uttering no sound in the corner.

"You have done well, Gecko."

"Heek!"

Erikur... or rather Gecko, cowered in his corner as if a monster was about to attack him. Alina's eyes glared and shifted into snake eyes, she gave Gecko a strong pressure that made his limbs twist and his body quiver in pain.

"You know, Gecko, I am very sad at you. I give you a name and a place to stay yet you didn't send me any congratulations for my wedding. That's right, the past few days I didn't show up because I was busy, forgive me, Gecko. Jon came and we won the battle, I was so happy that I forgot about you. But now, Gecko, Jon has left me once again because of what you did, Gecko. If you only didn't start all that, Jon's true identity would have been kept secret and none of this was to happen. Don't you think you are a bad person, Gecko?"

Alina's eyes showed a glare of anger and a look of madness. She tormented Gecko with her eyes till his screams filled the prison.

"One last thing, Gecko. You know, my husband left me with a certain Daedric Artifact that eats away people's thoughts and turn them into nightmares, this will be our new game. I will leave this artifact in this prison around you and it will torment you while I am away, I'm sure you will love this Gecko."

Alina hand the [Skull of Corruption] hidden in her robe. She took it out and fixed it outside Gecko's cell. Jon has actually used the Skull like that before and used the Black Room as a way to charge the Skull that is why it was built seven layers underground. Each layer deeper has a more intense effect from the Skull mimicking the Seven Layers of Hell from the Islamic mythology that start with the Abyss at the top and Gehenna as the bottom.

The Skull glowed in green as its foul Magicka started to spread around. The Black Room was designed to keep that energy in and not leak it out making this place the worst nightmare to criminals in Winterhold.

Alina looked Gecko who was biting on his fingertips from agony.

"Kyne would have shown mercy but Vaermina wouldn't. I shouldn't do this but I can't help it, Gecko. I can't help but fall to temptation and be driven to sin. We are all sinners after all, why hide from it?"

Alina sealed the cell door and with it the Fate of Erikur.

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(Part 2: Polyjuice)

Away from Winterhold on the top of a certain mountain, Elenwen was looking down on the bloody mess Jon left behind. She was infuriated beyond words but little she can do now.

She knew those people have no chance against Jon but at least the could make him an easy target to capture. Unfortunately, that was not true. Jon was too vicious using everything around him to his advantage, as far as she is aware, the normal Telekinesis spell can't carry a few tons like some toy. Jon's Electrohand was very superior and a shocking spell.

Still, an Arch Wizard like her could handle a fight against Jon. The only reason why she didn't step in... or rather, the only reason why she couldn't step in was that sword on her throat.

"He is gone, can I go now?" Elenwen asked.

"Come on, Kid. Don't you have some free time to spend with an old woman?" The person holding the sword replied nonchalantly.

It was a Dunmer Lady with a white hair and she was none other than Alfe Fyr.

"Aren't you ashamed? You student took a human as her student while you... you are the line of Divayth Fyr, the most supreme Sorcerer line in the world, you have a human in your line!" Elenwen cussed.

"Why is that? He is not the only human in Lord Fyr's line of apprentices... Also, Lord Fyr is quite fond of that boy."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I can take you there myself if you want to ask Lord Fyr."

"..."

"That's what I thought."

"This is not over. The Ancestors from Alinor will here of this."

"You mean that woman?" Alfe said, "She ought to be a thousand years old by now, I doubt your head will serve as a good birthday gift... Oh! The boy has already sent ten heads, he had a style in doing so too. Let that serve as a warning then."

"A warning?"

"Exactly." Alfe said and retreated her sword, "If a boy from Lord Fyr's line can do what he did under the age of 20, do you think the others can do any less? Or do you perhaps think that Skyrim or the Empire are without Ancestors, little girl?"

"..."

"You still know too little, girl. Give yourself a break and get out of here."

Alfe turned around and disappeared leaving Elenwen too her mess.

***

Jon was standing in the middle of the road while being stopped again, this time by Ulfric Stormcloak.

"Thane Jon."

"Not anymore, Jarl Ulfric."

Ulfric seemed to have never returned to Windhelm yet. He was waiting for Jon on the crossroads before the Nightgate Village with his men.

Ulfric jumped off his horse and walked forward to Jon.

"If you are not welcome in their Holds, you are welcome in mine. Eastmarch is open to you."

"Is that rebelling against the High Kings decree, Jarl Ulfric?"

"Haha! I don't care about the boy king. I am here for a true Nord hero." Ulfric said with a bright face.

"Hehe!" Jon couldn't help but laugh. "Just give up on me, I don't like wars."

"I still don't get it." Ulfric frowned, "We are making an end to the oppressive tyranny of the Empire and the Dominion. You gave those elves a beating that they didn't suffer since the says of the Great War."

"..." Jon looked around and sighed. "You already heard my words back then."

"And I respect them, but if I can change your opinion. There is a lot of Glory in the coming days that..."

"Please, I said that before. Let me tell you a story Jarl Ulfric... a story about a world similar to this which had many great wars over race, resources, religion, and territory. Nothing different, you see. But the ages advanced and the war changed making wars more hideous time by time. You see, I've seen that world first hand and back then people would hear the word 'War' and they would sing and cheer and celebrate for days much like how we Nords do now. Wars were worthy of being celebrated until a war called the First World War. People cheered before it like they always did and suffered more than what they could imagine to the point that when the Second World War came, those people who cheered before cried blood for tears. If this war you are going had a point, then I would welcome it, but that war is going to serve the enemy of man as brothers kill one another. See why I always opposed your war? You are doing exactly what you always wished to never do which is playing on the palms of those Elves."

"You think we won't win?"

"And you won't lose. Either way, it will be a Season Unending."

"... A Season Unending... Aye, it may be like that." Ulfric nodded, "Very well."

As he retreated to his men, Ulfric grabbed the reins of a certain black horse and walked back to Jon with it.

"This is a horse is from the finest of my stables, I know you can conjure fancy magic horses but these are your signature. Take this, its breed hails from the Yakudan Chargers. Finest steeds on Tamriel."

"Jarl Ulfric... I can't thank you enough for this."

"No need."

Ulfric turned around and jumped on his horse then rallied his men.

Jon also jumped on his new horse.

"By the way." Ulfric called.

"Yes."

"The horse's name is Joergen. Take care of him and godspeed." Ulfric said then rode away.

Jon was shocked for some reason. He was frozen for at least a minute.

"You are Joergen?" Jon asked his black horse for no reply to come.

"Looks like I am not the only one who got reincarnated here after all."

Not sure if it is a coincidence, Jon dismissed the matter here.

"Hooman, this is a new friend?" Nefertiti appeared on Jon's shoulder.

"Yeah, we got a ride."

"Good, but will people keep stopping you every now and then along the road?"

"Oh! Right... I have that."

Jon took out the [White Phial]. The potion Master Nurelion created can do that.

The words that crazy Alchemist said was 'This potion is forbidden throughout the Kingdom after the evil mage Jagger Tharn used it alongside Illusion Magic to replace the Emperor of Cyrodiil.' [A/n: events of the Elder Scrolls I: Arena]

With this potion, Jon can...

He drank it right away.

With a certain Illusion spell cast after it, the magic started to happen.

Nefertiti saw the effect happen and her ears dropped down from shock. The illusion Jon cast was taking a creating a physical effect that can be seen through by magic.

Jon's body was moving from the inside and his bones were readjusting themselves. His hair grew at some parts and shortened at others.

He was transforming.

As he was done, his final appearance came to be.

"... Hooman..."

Jon looked at his hands and laughed.

"Impressive! Nefertiti, how do I look?"

She was having a hard time to speak, it seemed that her shock won't wear off anytime soon.

Jon took out a mirror and looked at his face.

Tabby fur, long ears, big face, feline eyes.

"Yep, now let's work on the accent. Ehem! Khaj... No! Ehem... Khajiit has wares if you have coin. How is that?"

In Nefertiti's eyes, Jon was a large Tabby Khajiit with tail, claws and all.

"It seems this Polyjuice Potion works well, no? Khajiit is pleased. Let's head to Whiterun before my fur freezes."


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Chương 407: The Fifth Labour (1, 2) : Morag Tong

Another Double Chapter... works get easier this way.

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(Part 1)

*Three days later - Whiterun*

"Khajiit wants to go in the town."

"Bugger off, your kind ain't welcome in."

"But Khajiit had done nothing wrong, Khajiit only wants to go inside."

"Bugger off or I'll throw you in the castle's cell, cat."

"What sort of discrimination is this? Khajiit only requested entry."

"I said bugger off or else."

"Humph, Khajiit is going away."

For the first time in his two lives, Jon was facing racial discrimination. The guards of Whiterun were clearly harassing Khajiits and Argonians not allowing them in at all costs.

"It's okay, Hooman. They are clearly jealous of your glorious mane." Nefertiti said.

Nefertiti remained stuck to Jon for the past few days as he kept his Khajiit form observing him closely. Somehow, she was fascinated by the transformation and would find ways to play with the new Jon she has.

"My glorious mane? I am happy that you see it this way but... It is still disturbing. Sadly, I took the Polyjuice Potion this morning and can't transform unless 24 hours pass. This is annoying." Jon was still annoyed about the discrimination.

He kept looking for a while around the gate. He could sneak in or use Teleportation but this will cause problems if someone asked for identification inside Whiterun.

While he was at it, a Wood Elf passed in front of him with a small wooden tablet. This seemed to be a Foreigner's Pass. Jon has a Diplomatic Pass carrying the Seal of House Vici but that will cause attention for him. While that wood elf got his Pass marked for entry by the Guards and went in, Jon manipulated the pass from the Elf's bag by Telekinesis and snatched it away.

[Ionya ////]

The name of the Elf seemed to be Ionya and the marks beside the name indicated the number of entries which is four.

"Hmm... This will work."

Jon used his claws and carved on the wood changing the name.

[J'onya]

"Much better."

He took a liking to his Khajiit name and kept the wooden tablet for himself, he then hid from the eyes and teleported in the town.

***

Whiterun is Whiterun, a bustling hub and a prosperous place. No wonder all Skyrim players make this place their home base despite how tiny the player home is in this city... without mods, of course.

As he walked the streets of Whiterun among the common folk, he felt like going back to the life of a nobody like how things were in Riften and in his past life, Jon felt so much lighter. He is now just another ordinary mug in the street who would avoid attention and pickpocketers. With really nothing to do, Jon sat outside the Bannered Mare inn drinking some Dunmeri Sujamma to blend in.

'System, remind me again of the content of the Labour's riddle.'

<Reach the unreached under the dragon, under layers of lies and cheat. Keep silence else your success is not guaranteed.

Seek the servants of the Dark Mistress, face their traitor. There, you'll find the Blade of Deceit.>

'Hmm... Unreached means that something is being hid and the word Dragon with the word Reach means Dragonsreach Palace of Whiterun. The only thing that is hidden there is 'that' weapon. I understand that but Azura mentioned the Dark Mistress, her servants, a traitor and a Blade of Deceit.'

'From my knowledge of the game, I am well aware of what's inside Dragonsreach but Azura doesn't know that I know. She wants me to seek help because unlike the game, some random vagrant won't be even let near the castle let alone inside it. Dark Mistress... hmm...'

'Basically, every Female Daedra calls herself the Dark Mistress and add the Night Mother to the bunch but I doubt that the Dark Brotherhood has any bases here... Servants of the Dark Mistress... I see... I noticed those guys last time I was here... The Morag Tong of Morrowind, Servants of Mephala, the Original Dark Mistress whose Morag Tong was the origin of the Dark Brotherhood and the Night Mother was once the Head of the Tong. Good job, Jon... I mean, J'onya."

The Morag Tong, which translates to The Killing Guild, is the most ancient society of assassins on Tamriel. They worship the Webspinner Mephala and used to do their kills under the protection of the law. For example, the Guild had a system called the Writ System, any assassin caught with a writ for a certain killing he committed will be set free. This was the old practice in Morrowind until an Emperor was killed and the Tong became a Crime Faction all across Tamriel.

Right now, the Tong is rarely seen outside Morrowind and their presence in Whiterun was the most curious thing to Jon.

Still, he needed to find them and guess who is the traitor among them.

"May I set here?" A voice interrupted Jon's thoughts.

Jon looked to the side and found a Redguard man pointing to the spare chair on his table. Looking around, many places were empty.

"Does Furless One have to?" Jon asked.

"I see why not?"

"Then Khajiit welcomes you."

"Thanks."

Jon perfected the act of both the accent and the Khajiiti generosity. He then didn't bother with the man and put more food to Nefertiti sitting on the table.

He was still thinking of how to contact the Mora...

"Excuse me."

But he was rudely interrupted.

"Yes, my friend, how can Khajiit help you?"

"How did a Khajiit enter Whiterun by the by?" The Redguard asked.

Jon examined the curious man up and down. He was a young one, trained, shorthaired and seemed to be well-off. His clothes were clean and the style was foreign not giving Jon a hint of what this man does.

Jon smiled and replied.

"Khajiit has many charms. I took bet against a guard on who has it better, Khajiit's Mane or Nord's Beard. Khajiit won by a hair's width. It was a beard contest after all, hahaha!"

"Oh, haha! I see."

Jon's affinity to bullshit was as good as ever.

"By any chance, you two are the Red Man and the Black Cat? The ones sent by Lady Aranea?"

""Hm?""

Seeing not only Jon but Nefertiti react, the Redguard was shocked senseless.

"Hooman, what should we do?"

"Kill now, ask later."

"Wait!"

As the two felines were having their eyes glowing brightly with killing intent, the Redguard raised his hands up trying to not alert anyone.

"I am here to receive you. The word was a Red Man and a Black Cat will arrive... not a Red Cathay-Raht and a Black Alfiq."

The scene felt a bit cringy. Was this how the Morag Tong operates or rather...

"... You are new at this?"

"Huh?"

"Khajiit means... shouldn't the Tong use passwords or secret handshakes? What if Khajiit is not the one you are looking for?"

"... Oh!"

The Redguard started feeling awkward. Today, he and the other disciples should be on the lookout for a large red man and a black cat but the team around Whiterun didn't find anyone with that description until the gate was closed on sunset. Realizing that they should have missed something, the Tong started looking around in the inns and taverns until this combination of a red Khajiit male and a black cat was found.

"I am... My name... They call me Grey Sand."

"Goodness, you are clearly very green." Jon shook his head. "This one is J'onya and this is Khajiit's little sister."

"Oh... I see. The... the one who sent me wishes to speak with you."

"Very well. Khajiit will follow... but do something funny and Khajiit will make Grey Sand regret it."

"... Okay."

Grey Sand paid for Jon's bill and invited him forward. The two took the way out of the inn to the plains district and further to the slum beside the low walls. There, the two arrived a run-down building with no special feature about it.

Grey Sand knocked on the door twice then once then six times.

"A secret knock! Now we are talking." Jon nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes... haha!"

The door opened and Grey Sand walked in followed by Jon. Inside, a number of random-looking people were standing by on corners. As Jon took a step in, small crossbows were aimed at him from all directions.

"Grey Sand... Who have you brought?" A female voice spoke from all corners.

"Oh, impressive... Khajiit is not scared though." Jon smugged in.

"My Lady, this Khajiit... he is the red man with the black cat."

Despite saying so, none put down their crossbows.

"This screw-up..."

"He did it again, didn't he?"

"He is dead this time."

The ones around looked down on Grey Sand and chattered among themselves.

"Grey Sand, the descriptions were a red man." The voice spoke.

"Yes... he is a Khajiit male with tabby fur."

"And the black cat."

*meow*

Nefertiti responded.

"..."

Somehow... it made sense to the owner of the voice.

"Fine." She said and one of the people on the corners stepped forward.

As it approached the light, its features showed up as a Dunmer woman.

"So, a tabby Khajiit and a black cat are a red man and a black cat? Makes sense, but..."

The woman aimed her crossbow at Jon's forehead and spoke.

"You are supposed to be a Nord."

"Khajiit can be whatever you want." Jon replied in a playful way.

"Really?" She smiled then looked at Grey Sand, "How much does this cat know?"

"..." Grey Sand was sweating profoundly.

"Oh! That much? You really ran your mouth."

"... Actually, Red Leaf. He... he already knew about the Tong when I talked to him." Grey Sand said.

"... He did? Looks like this Khajiit ain't walking out of this easily." Red Leaf turned her glare at Jon, "Cat, how much do you know?"

Jon was lazily looking around until the question was directed to him.

"Enough to solve your problem."

"Oh? That's interesting, I don't have any problems as far as I can tell."

"... Not even a traitor problem?" Jon tilted his head.

"..." The woman lowered her crossbow for a second but raised it once again.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Finally, the woman showed some expressions that Jon likes.

"Hold on a sec." He said as he put his hand on his face casting 'Dispel'.

None in the room could expect that one coming, a Khajiit with its face reforming and deforming, his hair growing and shortening and his tail going away.

As soon as this was done, someone else entirely stood in place of that Khajiit.

A tall man, with long red hair and a traveler's facial hair, looking down at them.

"Matches the description now?"

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(Part 2)

"How in the dark name of Mephala..."

"Just to disclose things, this ain't a magic others can do."

Jon made himself at home and sought out a cozy chair beside the house's fire pit.

"What can we call you now?" The woman stood in front of Jon and asked.

"The Red Man sounds good, you guys call yourself some fancy names around here so pick me one." Jon said.

"I am in no mood to humor you so answer the questions I ask."

"Many faces, many aliases, it is hard to keep track. I prefer to be known as Krilon."

Red Leaf seemed short on patience with Jon's temperaments but she still wanted to know more.

"So, Krilon... I suppose you are the ones who Labour for lady Azura."

"Indeed."

"We received a message from a Priestess of Azura called Aranea, Azura's Prophet, and also a message from the Headquarters telling us to cooperate with you."

"I'm glad then."

"One thing you have to remember, however, is that I am the leader of this Sanctuary and I don't take orders from some Labourer. Whatever that Labour is, we will provide help as we see fit and operate our way."

"Whatever."

"Now to the more pressing matter, how do you know about the Traitor?" Red Leaf asked.

Jon looked to the people around the place then back at Red Leaf.

"You seem very comfortable speaking the fact out loud even though I was only teasing you with it."

"Please, we are Servants of Mephala, Lady of Murder, Sex, and Secrets. Do you think we are some run the mill gang just because one is an idiot." She said while glaring at Grey Sand.

"Truth be told, your Tong's demise is pretty epic and the so-called idiot is the one who found me in the end."

"Fine, now cut to the chase. Is your Labour about the Traitor?"

"Not really." Jon said and found a fresh-looking apple on the table, "Is this Poisonous?"

"No."

"Tsk... So unprofessional. 200 years ago, these things were the real deal."

"Your Labour!" Red Leaf's tone became stern.

"Collect the Blade of Deceit. Maybe I'll face some Traitor in the process according to Azura's poem."

The atmosphere of the room turned cold as Jon said those words. Jon didn't even bother as he ate the apple and offered a bite to Nefertiti.

Read Leaf was very frustrated, her face twitched and twisted many times revealing her complicated emotions. All she could do then is to slap the table and spring away on her feet to take some air. None of her disciples standing around dared to even go near her while her mood was foul.

"The Gods... they are so cruel!" She groaned.

"Tell me about it." Jon played along.

"For years... For so many fucking years, I have established this sanctuary to retrieve the Blade and kill the Traitor but... GAH!" She slapped the furniture again.

"For them to only send another guy to get the job done, right?" Jon continued for her.

She turned around glaring at him.

"Well, this is getting interesting." Jon turned to her, "It seems my Labour and your ultimate goal in life are entwined. Now let's have a chat."

Red Leaf found it frustrating but as the Gods have spoken, she can do nothing about it. She merely walked back to her chair beside the fire opposite to Jon.

"Red Leaf, I am a sensible man and I understand your frustration. If your mission is to retrieve a blade and kill a traitor then consider me here to add onto your number and get this thing over. Don't you agree it is for the best?"

"..." The woman didn't seem to be going to respond so Jon kept going.

"I assume that the Blade of Deceit is the [Ebony Blade] of Mephala. The blade is currently sealed in the Jarl's Castle and your mission is to get it out but you seem to be unsuccessful till now. I assume that the Traitor is someone inside the Jarl's castle too and is pretty much a formidable opponent."

Red Leaf eased up a bit and nodded.

"You are right. The [Ebony Blade] is sealed somewhere in that humongous castle and the traitor is inside guarding it."

"Good, my exact mission is the Blade so I'll be blunt when I say I have no interest in your grudges. But I can't help being curious... Who on Nirn is so formidable in Dragonsreach that a whole Morag Tong cell can't go up against?"

Jon's question was received by Red Leaf's stiff face and bitter reply.

"My older sister... The finest Assassin the Morag Tong has ever trained in the whole Fourth Era as the Elders would say. Her name is Irileth."

"Hold on, hold on, hold on... Irileth? Jarl Balgruuf's attendant."

"You seem to be aware of her identity."

"Yes... this is a problem indeed."

"A problem?"

"Eh... I mean... I am well aware of her skill in combat since I saw her fight a few times."

Jon made that one up. The things on his mind were how Irileth was an important character in the future. If she is to die now, the Game's main quest may get really more messed up than what it already is. Irileth is one of the characters that the players interact with very early and is basically Jarl Balgruuf's bodyguard and lifeline, the man who is opposing the Civil War.

This was problematic indeed.

"Do you have a plan?" Jon asked.

"No." Red Leaf was blunt about it. "Anyone who enters in there doesn't survive Irileth."

"I see, so your disciples are obviously no match against her and she detects them quite easily. That means whatever plan we come up with won't put someone with the level of your people in any close position to Irileth even as a lookout."

"... You are right."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"How much can you fair against her?" Jon asked.

Red Leaf turned silent before replying.

"She taught me everything I know."

"Oh! No wonder."

All in all, the fact that Red Leaf and her disciples are not making any progress against Irileth is because she is actually their mentor. That's the worst natural enemy of all especially with how talented Irileth is.

Just what is the Tong thinking by sending Red Leaf after Irileth?

"How did she become Balgruuf's attendant anyway? Her talents are so wasted as a bodyguard and I am not buying their old friendship story."

"... My sister was talented. So talented that she was chosen to carry the Blade of Deceit. According to Legends, the blade will grow dull and rusty if it is not fed with the Blood of Deceit and as its Keeper, she was to slay those who trust her in order to bring up the blades full potential."

"In other words... you."

"... Yes."

"But she chose not to and Balgruuf found her, talked his wisdom into her head and she managed to abandoned the blade then swore fealty to him and lived happily ever after."

"You summed it up."

"So your sister spared you and you just see her as a traitor?"

Red Leaf frowned. She glared at Jon and roared.

"And what do you know? The sister I know was everything I had pride in. She was the one to bring the Tong back to the top and make its name shake all the corners of Tamriel once again but she chose what? This? I would have given my life and everything I hold dear to see her wield the Blade and lead the Tong."

Red Leaf's break down was surely tough.

Jon looked at her with lazy eyes and yawned.

"Being a Fanatic is sure tough. Being an Elf means you are more sentimental than humans. Being a Fanatic Elf... okay, sucks to be you."

Jon stood up and faced the rest.

"You are all too dull and out of practice. You can't even infiltrate a single damn castle and you keep calling yourself the Tong."

"How dare you?" Red Leaf jumped at Jon but something unexpected occurred.

His head turned around facing her with a gruesome Aura being unleashed from him. Those who were blasted by the Aura fell down on the ground holding their chests as their hearts were about to explode.

Jon's silhouette was red as a devil from hell. Those who met his eyes started leaking like children.

"I kill people for that word. Sadly, I have a use for you ants." His voice came from every corner and shook the ever-living souls out of Red Leaf and her disciples.

Nefertiti was seeing this and shaking her head. She transformed into her Child Form and pulled Jon from his robe.

"Duh! Duh! We talked about this... Don't go all psycho when the 'D word ' is said."

Jon calmed down gradually and retreated his Tyrant Aura. Those who were on the verge of suffocating on the ground found it easy once again to breathe. They kept groaning and moaning on the ground from the agony that befell on them.

Red Leaf was on her butt facing Jon with a body too frightened to even stop shaking.

"I don't know what kind of assassins you are but you all suck. Looks like you are some logistics team or some shit. I didn't have to waste time even listening to your story."

Jon walked around and seemed annoyed with those untrained sleeper agents.

"I don't want to make this Labour a long one so here is what will you do, you will sleep early and wake up early like good boys and girls, you will prepare some flammable materials and cause chaos in the city by my orders. Once we get the attention of the palace, I'll be sneaking in alone."

He looked around and glared.

"Am I clear?"

Those who were able enough to respond barely nodded.

"Good. Will see you tomorrow."

Jon and Nefertiti disappeared from their places and went in the [Cube] leaving the dumbfounded Morag Tong cell to clean their own shit.


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