âIcarus?â Cain was surprised to find the tactician sitting outside his room after a long day of training, staring vacantly at the candlesticks. Cain glanced around quickly, but, yes, this was his room.
âNo wayâŠâ A lovely visitor in the late hours⊠Icarusâs eyes sparkling in the candlelightâŠ
âIâm sorry, Sir Cain! I thought youâd finish up your training and be back soon, so I thought Iâd wait here.â
âI meanâŠâ Cain trailed off. The only words he heard were âwait hereâ and âbe back soon.â âI⊠Iâm not ready yet.â He fiddled with his outfit.
âThe Emperorâs orders just arrived at Peril Castle.â
Cainâs fantasies were smashed.
âAn imperial decree for the Pontiers?â
âNo⊠I canât open it, so I donât know what it says.â Icarus brandished an envelope stamped with the Imperial seal. âItâs for Baron Sanders, our master.â
âSoâŠâ
âRight. It seems everything is going as we expected.â
There was a long, long silence. Icarus was busy planning for the future, and Cain was trying to figure out what to do now. But no matter how much they worried over it, there was really only one thing to do:
âLetâs open itââ
ââShall we see whatâs inside?â
They blinked at each other and then laughed.
âArenât we a little too casual about saying things that could ruin the family?â
âThatâs just you, Sir Cain.â
âAs you know, Iâm single and childless.â
âIâm also single.â
âHow about me, then?â
Icarus smiled softly. âVery funny.â
âHuh? Whatâ I mean, basically everyone knows that youâre a woman.1â
âBut Sir Cain is not my type.â
Cain held his tongue.
âAnd the truth is⊠Youâre better off flying solo. Youâll probably always be alone.2â
âHow could you say that?!â Tears dripped down Cainâs face.
âThat aside, Iâve made up my mind. Iâm going to open it.â Icarus nervously reached for the letter.
âHold it!â Cain grabbed her wrist. âLet me do it.â He winked and whisked the letter away3.
âSir Cain?â
âI can see your hands shaking. Were you always a pathological liar?â
Imperial law held few things as sacrosanct as an Imperial decree. Since they were both born in the Empire, violating that law made them feel like common thugs. This would, in fact, be the first time that Icarus had broken the law.
âI will shoulder this burden.â
âBut what about your family?!â
âItâs all the same. Youâre the one getting all worked up over it, not me.â
âSir CainâŠâ
âDid I make you fall for me?â Cain smiled bitterly. âAlright, letâs open it up.â
Cain unceremoniously broke the seal. He skimmed through the contents of the letter and grimaced.
âWhat does it say?â Icarus asked anxiously. Cain silently handed her the letter.
ââŠShould we give it to him?â
âTripia is a long way from ArcadiaâŠâ Icarusâs expression crumpled as well. âWe wonât be able to stop anywhere. I donât know what to do.â
âDamn it,â Cain growled, âWe have to handle this immediately.â
âIt seems Iâll need to accelerate my plansâwe have to leave for Arcadia tomorrow morning.â
âBut the Pontiersââ
âIâve already taken care of it.â
Cain gave Icarus a puzzled look.
âIâve hired someone we can trustâsomeone with certain skills. I used the Towerâs communication system, so weâll get a reply by tomorrow at the latest.â
Cain could put two and two together: Icarus had contacted a very special organization.
ââŠBut even so, it would be rather pointless if they didnât agree.â
âDonât worryâyou two know each other.â
Cain cocked his head. âSomeone I know?â
âEven without the money, this is a chance for them to regain their honor, now that the fires have died out.â
âAh!â Cain came to a realization. âNo problem, then! Letâs go make preparations.â And then he walked right out the door.
Icarus was left alone, holding the letter. In the dimly flickering candlelight, a few short lines could just barely be made out on the luxurious parchment:
âBaron Joshua Sanders, subject of the Sun of the Empire, Marcus von Britten, and commander of the Imperial Auxiliary Battalion, will present himself at the Imperial Palace on the 25th of February, Year 457 of the Imperial calendar. Duke Aden von Agnus will also be present.â
It was currently February 20th. They only had five days.
âThere.â Ash shot a hooded glance to the side. His fidgeting hands stilled long enough to offer up a fern-like vial of golden liquid. âWell, Iâve finished the elixir.â
âGood job.â
Joshua and Ash stood up.
âI wanted to ask you something, though⊠Why are you doing this to me? The medicineâs done, so can I go back now?â
âNo.â Joshua smothered Ashâs confidence immediately. âYouâre practically singing about dying. I canât be botheredââ
âHey, thatâs not what I meant.â The elfâs ears drooped. Ash was too cute to resist. The little dimples on his perfect skinâevery cherubic feature was tailor-made to trigger maternal instincts.
This time, though, he chose the wrong target.
âI was lonely because I didnât have a servant. I mean, I do, but heâs a knight, so it doesnât count.â
âS-Servant?â
âIâll keep you around for the next ten years. After all, elves can live for over a thousand years, so itâs not that long, right?â
âBut a servantâŠâ Ash had been trapped in this place his entire life, but he was hardly ignorant. The lair was filled with books, many of which discussed history and culture.
âIâŠâ Ash clenched his fists. âI am the direct descendant of the high elves! To think youâd offer me a position as lowly as a servantââ
âSo, no?â
âNo, I mean⊠I didnât mean it like that⊠sirâŠâ The elf cowered. He had no choice; as long as Ash wasnât in control of his life, the only thing he could do was go along with Joshua, no matter how awful it felt.
He shook his head.
âLetâs make a deal as well.â
âA deal?â Joshua casually crossed his arms.
âI know where another primordial stone can be found! You have to trade me something of equal value!â
The sheer suddenness caught Joshua by surprise.
âWhen youâre looking for something with more destructive capacity than even magic, it has to be the primordial stones, no?â
âYouâŠâ
âYou can already use two primordial stones. I canât believe it, but thereâs clearly something different about you. Maybe âdifferentâ isnât the right termâŠâ
Joshua peered silently into Ashâs eyes.
The elf urgently pressed him. âI donât want much! You did free me, but I donât want to spend my new life working for someone else! Ten years is too long. Three yearsâNo, five years! Take it or leave it!â He watched Joshuaâs reaction anxiously.
Joshua had to suppress a laugh. Ash had surprised him in spite of how well he knew the elf. The little boy was rather soft-hearted behind all that blusterâin other words, he was a pushover.
âAlrightâŠâ
Ashâs eyes sparkled like the sun.
âSo⊠What is this primordial stone you speak of?â
âTempest!â Ash eagerly blurted, as if anxious that Joshua would change his mind. âThe fragment of the god of wind, Tempest!â
When they were done with the medicine, Joshua and Ash went down the cliff where the blooming Sanders grew. A handsome man with waist-length black hair was waiting for them.
âAre you all done?â His obsidian eyes blinked at them.
The pair nodded at him.
âYou can go directly to the Imperial Palace; if you can, you should circle around the Palace once,â Joshua advised.
âDonât forget your promises,â the man answered drily. âA promise to a dragon is not like a normal promise.â
The man disappeared into a ball of light, and a black dragon soared into the sky with a furious roar. Curiously, the notoriously cruel dragon carried an elf who used to work for him and a human.