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While most of House Benevolence was white, it did have a lot of grey and black accents here and there.

The Queen’s Castle was a reverse of that, being black with white accents. It was sharp corners where House Benevolence was soft domes. It was arrow slits in tall walls while House Benevolence was big open windows. But the Queen’s Castle still had benches for people to sit on and balconies and party areas, though they were smaller than those located in the structure of the House, at the center; more intimate, perhaps. The main marker of Queen’s Castle were all the sharp lights that produced harsh shadows here and there, and the overhead lamps that hung directly over the center of every walkway, those lights hanging over bases to cast flickering pools of soft shadows, like carpets.

And then there were the drapes and veils and all sorts of fabrics.

The Benevolent Dark Queen seemed to love her drapes and veils and fabrics. Erick kinda thought they were an unnecessary security risk, because a lot of stuff could hide in rooms where half the walls had fluttering fabrics on them. ‘Was that fluttering over there a person hiding, or just the wind?’ ‘Who knows!’

At the same time, those fabrics gave Shadow’s people lots of room to hide.

Erick felt that to have all those fabrics at all was to invite a game of cat and mouse into one’s own home.

Shadow had smiled at that, when Erick mentioned that one time. She had said, “Erick. If someone wants to skulk around in my house, then I welcome their attempt and will teach them proper manners when they invariably fail.”

Erick had laughed at himself, saying, “I suppose that is what would happen!”

Shadow had smiled.

And now Erick was here again, in a meeting room in the Queen’s Castle, with a nice view of the glass-covered garden outside and below. Warm sunlight cast warm shadows across a greyscale oriental-like carpet under Erick’s shoes. He took tea with Shadow and Witch Aragathara, their tea service sitting on a delicately-carved marble tea table between them, with Erick and Shadow on one side and Aragathara on the other. This was a nice room for meetings with nice people.

Erick wasn’t sure if Witch Aragathara counted as a ‘nice person’, considering how much credit she took for her former companion Nothanganathor’s rise to power.

Aragathara had been a very old woman. Now, since her [Reincarnation], she was a mousy young woman, with pale skin, freckles, and orange hair and eyes. She looked like a 19 year old human, yet she still had an oldness about her. Perhaps it was a timelessness, but no. It was definitely an ‘oldness’. She made Erick think of grandmothers, especially with the softness in her bright orange eyes, and the dirt under her nails and on her various gardening clothes. She had just come from there.

Shadow began, “I trust the garden is working out well, Aragathara?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Aragathara said, smiling a little. “It’s perfect. All the Benevolence in the air does wonders for the sugar content of my greatberries and the density of the wheat grains. I can’t wait to make a fresh cobbler. I haven’t had one of those in millennia.”

“Good to hear,” Shadow said, sipping her tea.

Shadow was allowing Erick to set the tone, then.

So Erick asked, “Will you be pursuing lichdom again?”

“Doubtful. That will be the backup plan,” Aragathara said.

“… Oh?” Erick asked, an eyebrow raised.

Aragathra said, “Maybe in a decade or two I might try for lichdom — and there’s no time like the present to start setting that up, of course— but that is the backup plan. When I first rose to power I started off with resonwork and I can already tell that I’m set up to succeed there, and I have Darkness and mana production now, and that Darkness and mana is growing, even from this conversation. I get the distinct feeling that when I do enough to secure your trust and your futures and the future of House Benevolence that the knock-on effects of such a foundational growth will propel me to Ascension even if I actively avoid following the paths of direct power. I never got there before, but I’m a few decades away from ascending this time. I will, of course, be Ascending under Shadow’s control.”

From her look, Shadow had already heard all that before. She was perfectly composed.

Erick was not perfectly composed. Erick sat back in his chair. He sipped his tea. It was good tea. He set the tea down and said, “Okay then. I hope your rise to true power goes well for everyone.”

Shadow relaxed a fraction.

Aragathara bowed in her seat.

Erick asked the air, “I’m kinda surprised that Yggdrasil isn’t here for this.”

Words appeared.

We had long conversations yesterday while you were making valkyries.

Shadow nodded.

… Erick nodded too, he supposed. He wondered what Yggdrasil thought of the valkyries. He would ask him later. Erick looked to Aragathara. “Let’s talk about Nothanganathor and the destruction of Margleknot’s avatar in the Painted Cosmology.”

Aragathara sat straight, and reported, “The general timeline is not set, because Margleknot’s time frame is always shifting, but roughly 12,000 years ago there was a tournament to decide who would become the next God of Magic of the Painted Cosmology. By that time I had known Nothanganathor for a few thousand years, having been a companion of his whenever he came to this uber-universe.

“When I first knew him, he was a precocious lad, prone to fits of magic and domination like any dragon. I was originally an enemy of his, because he wanted to be the king of my world, to add it to his hoard. Me and my sisters drove him off every time. Back in that time, he had his Shadowed Sun style, and he was more domineering than good or evil. Somewhere along the way other enemies cropped up and Nothanganathor proved himself as a better ally than enemy, and we helped him to become emperor-in-truth.

“A hundred years later corruption came to my world, and 90% of our people perished. The infection ended when Margleknot came to our portion of infinity and eradicated the danger and rescued the survivors.

“We moved to Margleknot after that.

“Nothanganathor raised a land in Margleknot, rapidly becoming a true Power. My eldest sister, Ara, was his right-hand woman, and the mother of his children. This sort of existence lasted for a thousand years, all of us having long turned to liches in that time, but Nothanganathor remained a dragon, of course.

“He worked tirelessly to destroy corruption and to study corruption so that he could destroy it more easily, in order to gain more allies here. He was a superb emperor. He was also the only real link this universe had to the Painted Cosmology as well, to the Darkness, because the Painted Cosmology did not have many people who cared to be a link between Fractal and Dark, and the Darkness had forbade Margleknot from planting one of his roots into that universe.

“But Margleknot had avatars, and the Fractal liked to speak to the Dark anyway, so Margleknot sent avatars into the Painted Cosmology, into the Dark. He had been doing this for a very long time. Just small people, always; disconnected from him, without any true power or memory. They lived their small lives, then they died, and the soul returned to Margleknot, and such was the way in which communication happened. Long before the tournament for Godhood, Nothanganathor and Ara and sometimes the rest of us would venture into the Painted Cosmology with Margleknot’s avatar, keeping them relatively safe for a few decades on this or that world, but never interfering with their lives.

“This was because the Fractal wanted to experience those lives.

“It was during these sabbaticals of overlooking one small, unknowing life of Margleknot that Nothanganathor grew to hate the Painted Cosmology, for every time Margleknot’s avatar died it was due to someone from the Painted Cosmology, either a Shade or even Shadow herself at least 4 times that I was personally aware of, doing the deed. Margleknot didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes we were friends with the unknowing avatar of Margleknot, though, and seeing them always die to the people of the Painted Cosmology was… it was hard.

“And that’s not even getting into the main problem of being away from our Empire in Margleknot. That was the ultimate reason that Nothanganathor turned to Evil to solve a lot of problems. The Good people of Margleknot had a way of tearing down our Empire every time he went away.

“Don’t get me wrong. Our Empire was certainly evil in many small ways, but we enjoyed a level of prosperity that few on Margleknot ever have, before or since… At this point of the tale, if things were how they had been long ago, Margleknot would have reminded us that our Empire was still small and messy compared to some of the greats. That little back-and-forth banter used to be exactly that; friendly banter.”

Aragathara got a brief, far off look in her eyes, of times long ago.

She continued, “… And so, because Good kept harming us, Nothanganathor turned to Evil to solve problems and keep them solved.

“We grew.

“A lot.

“When we grew, Nothanganathor needed to keep Other Evils in check, because we had officially stepped into the Balance War. I won’t bore you with those details, but eventually some problems arose that required us to do things we did not want to do, and which required power.

“And so, we figured that Nothanganathor’s mother, the previous Goddess of Magic, was doing a shitty job, so we orchestrated a killing event in order to take that Mantle of Godhood and move our Empire to the Painted Cosmology. The details of that were long and sordid, and kept away from Margleknot completely… As much as one can, anyway. Business done outside of Layer 0 was the best way.

“And so… I poisoned 350 gods of the Painted Cosmology with what is known as Goddeath Corruption. It is a rather good killer of gods, but it needs to be made rather specifically and applied carefully… Those details would fill a few libraries. So. Moving on: I made the brew. I planted the curses. I let them stew and gods died. Most people didn’t care about those deaths, because most of those gods we targeted were Evil, and very minor. Ikaramaliana’s poisoning was actually a secondary effect because she investigated every death that happened, and because the Painted Cosmology had no natural defenses against Goddeath Corruption. Ikaramaliana’s greatest weakness was the same weakness as all god dragons, and she had none of the defenses that would have kept her safe; she was too proud, and she had no companions. Only servants.

“The tournament to seize the Mantle of Magic came about in short order, only 230 years later, about 50 years after Ikaramaliana’s death.

“Nothanganathor would have won, but Melemizargo rose victorious instead.

“Melemizargo only won because he had captured and tortured Ara, my eldest sister and Nothanganathor’s wife, for information.”

Aragathara took a moment.

Erick took a moment, too. That was a lot. Erick had gone into this meeting knowing that there was going to be a lot, but he had not expected to hear that Melemizargo had tortured the wife of a competitor and brother. How true was this all?

Erick glanced at Shadow.

Shadow nodded.

… Right. She had been there, for sure. All of this story was true, then, as much as a Wizard War can be true in any specific, singular way.

Aragathara continued, “From there, Melemizargo rose as God of Magic, and broke Nothanganathor’s everything. All the strongholds all across the Painted Cosmology. All of his personal power. All of his personal Truth. And then he cursed Nothanganathor to a sideways life as a leviathan, which was widely considered the lowest form of dragon… by dragons, anyway.”

“Leviathans are my children, too. There is nothing wrong with them.” Shadow said, “But I would have simply killed Nothanganathor had I known he would return like he had.”

Aragathara looked sorrowful for a moment.

Erick asked Aragathara, “You sound sad that Shadow has done all of this to you and yours, and yet now you have become beholden to Shadow of your own volition?”

“I have,” Aragathara said, solidly. “For a long time, I hated Shadow and her ilk. I hated her and the Painted Cosmology, too, for what they would do to Margleknot’s avatar. I was right there with Nothanganathor to help him come back from death, to rebuild himself into our emperor again, to become something truly Malevolent for the good of our people. It was during this time that we raised up Wraithborne, and Agatha, my other older sister, became Morbion’s right hand woman.

“You know the ring world that sits around the Evil Death sun? We made that. ‘Wraithborne Tower’ used to be our land. Our people. Our prosperity. We brought out what it could really be.

“But our Empire started to fall down the same trap as all Evil Empires. We became too Evil. So we abandoned Wraithborne to Morbion, who is now in charge and doing well. Nothanganathor did not want to abandon his land, but he had to, for he had lost power.

“… But back to the story:

“On one of Margleknot’s avatar journeys to the Painted Cosmology, long after Nothanganathor regained much of himself and we started overseeing that foray into the Painted Cosmology again, Nothanganathor killed the world that the avatar had been on and captured that avatar’s unique Sign of the Fractal. He corrupted that Sign into his own universal-level of power. He called it his Sign of Power, and it became his Truth, in true. It’s a little slice of Infinity that is entirely his. He hides all the gods he has killed behind that Sign of Power. He hides everything that is of any worth to him at all behind that Sign, including my sister Ara’s corpse.

“The Fractal never caught on to this subterfuge… Or perhaps they enjoyed the new experience. I do not know. Margleknot never caught on; of that I am sure. He was… quite angry earlier when I explained this to him, and then showed him some memories and other proofs and opened up some hidden caches for him in some hidden parts of the universe. If our relationship to Margleknot was not ruined before, it certainly is now.

“I will show you those truths, as well, but… From the look on your face this telling is truth enough…”

Erick was frowning. He schooled that expression away. “Continue.”

Aragathara continued, “It took another several thousand years before Nothanganathor was ready to Sunder the Painted Cosmology with his Truth, in an attempt to recapture the Mantle of Magic from Melemizargo, to lift his curse and become the God of Magic that he always should have been. I helped him, because I thought he was doing something else besides Sundering that universe. I thought he was seeking to Sunder his curse. He might have even succeeded in doing that, if that is what he chose to go for, for Nothanganathor was very good at achieving his goals. He was a great man. A great emperor. A perfect… everything.

“But sundering his curse is not what he chose to do.

“I followed him forever, but it wasn’t until you came out of Veird with your story that… I went investigating, in true. As soon as the Sundering happened I —of course— began to suspect. Everyone did. Nothanganathor had saved a piece of the Painted Cosmology and his brother in the process, and was then granted stewardship of that world? His now very-weak brother, whom Nothanganathor was known to speak of eating, if he ever got the chance? The implications were obvious. But I did not want to dig deep. I did not want to see.

“In truth, no one cared about a dead universe except for a few people and Nothanganathor. The Painted Cosmology was done. The story was big when it happened but Nothanganathor spoke of how he was saving what he could, and then came more good words…

“Margleknot moved on.

“But now a different truth is coming to light.

“And so, I came here at the end of my life, to repent for my part in that horror. Perhaps Nothanganathor was true in how he didn’t cause the Sundering, but that is doubtful. I want to repent. I want to bring about a perfect empire. I want to roar at Nothanganathor myself, to ask him if it is all true. That is why I pledged myself to Shadow. That is why I pledged myself to you, Apparent King, and to House Benevolence.

“For to kill a universe is the gravest of offenses, and Nothanganathor certainly did that. He needs to be brought to justice in whatever way is final.”

Silence stretched.

Erick had listened to everything, and saw that Aragathara was speaking a truth. Her truth? Nothanganathor’s truth? The truth of the Sundering? Perhaps all of that, and more.

What did Erick gain from listening to this story, though? Anything new?

The part about Nothanganathor killing Margleknot’s person-avatar in the Painted Cosmology. A Slice of Infinity all of Nothanganathor’s own. The part about how Shadow and Shades killed that avatar whenever they could, but they didn’t sunder it… Probably.

Erick asked Shadow, “Did you sunder Margleknot’s avatar when you found it?”

“No. Never.” Shadow said, “We killed it and sent it back home.”

Erick looked to Aragathara. “I have not met the man yet, but it seems to me that Morbion is pretending that this isn’t a big deal. The Fae Council are pretending this isn’t a big deal, too. Like Nothanganathor isn’t a MASSIVE part of their history. Even the Fractal Fairy only cares about reconnecting to the Darkness in whatever way they can. No one seems to care much at all about Nothanganathor or Veird, except for me, Shadow, and Yggdrasil.” It seemed like some sort of application of Malevolence, and it probably was. And yet, Erick asked, “Why?”

Aragathara was a little flummoxed by Erick’s question. She came up with an answer quick enough, saying, “Because Nothanganathor never liked to work in the light. He was always a dragon who should have been Darkness. It was who he was. It is who he still is. Finding any solid information on the man is near impossible. But the Council and Morbion have been working without Nothanganathor for almost 1,500 years at this point, and that was more than enough to give him the benefit of the doubt and accept that a tragedy was a tragedy. There are many other users of Malevolence besides him these days, too, so they don’t even really need him.

“The Council only needs Nothanganathor for massive universe-ending problems, but small users already use Malevolence to find and destroy those problems before they become problems.” Finding her stride, Aragathara said, “And Margleknot is home to an infinity of problems. The amount of effort that people are giving toward this old Nothanganathor stuff is about normal.

“The past is the past, and no one cares about it except for those it still affects, and that means me, and all of you. Quite honestly, Nothanganathor is old-cauldron, and you’re going to end up killing him soon enough… Or maybe you won’t.” Aragathara said, “No one is quite sure how you’ll solve that.”

No one was sure? Had he not told them all— Ah. Erick had been offering redemption to many people, including great Evils. They thought he was going to offer redemption to Nothanganathor, too. Shadow glanced at Erick, for she was also wondering what Erick’s solution would be, now that all this truth was getting out.

Aragathara clearly hoped that Erick would see fit to forgive Nothanganathor. Perhaps that had been her true goal in coming here, aside from saving herself from the oblivion of a corruption-fueled soul-death.

Erick said, “I won’t offer him redemption.”

Aragathara strongly said, “Good. You shouldn’t. Universe killers should be beyond all redemption, even if he does plan on bringing it back if he wins.”

… What?

Dissecting that statement had Erick spiraling through a bunch of different thoughts. First, Aragathara was trying to be ‘on Erick’s side’ and prove that she was a faithful member of his House, to keep in good standing with Shadow. But she still hoped that Nothanganathor could be forgiven. And yet, she truly believed that universe-killers did not deserve redemption. She was a flurry of emotions in the hitch of her voice and the straight of her back and the tension of her hands upon the armrest of her chair.

Well.

People were complicated.

The whole situation was kinda complicated… if Erick let it be complicated.

Hearing that Nothanganathor has a bunch of souls inside of him, though…

Well. That was kinda… a thing. To hear that Nothanganathor was planning on bringing back the people of the Painted Cosmology had Erick thinking of the Black Gate and Melemizargo with the shadow-infected crystal towers of Ar’Kendrithyst and of the dungeons.

And also, now there were the valkyries.

Erick’s latest magic was tailor-made to Siphoning Nothanganathor’s power and then multiplying rapidly and assaulting him through pure numbers, and then, perhaps, carving into that sun-sized beast and pulling out a treasure of souls… But could that work?

Would that work?

It would probably work.

It would need to be a battle less of annihilation, though, and more of complete dismemberment, which would be more difficult.

And yet… To let Nothanganathor bring back what he killed?

That would be what Erick was doing right now with the valkyries. He was killing things to bring them back.

… The situations were not the same at all, though…

As Erick’s thoughts spiraled—

Shadow had a much simpler reaction.

Shadow scoffed, “He’s not resurrecting my universe with him as the god of it all.”

“He probably changed those souls to worship him, too.” Erick said, “All he needs is the mantle of the God of Magic and he could bring back the entire Painted Cosmology and kick you out, couldn’t he, Shadow?”

Shadow stared at Erick. “He’s not resurrecting my universe.”

“I wouldn’t want him as a god-dragon either.” Erick asked Aragathara, “How do you know that is his goal?”

“He’s always wanted the Painted Cosmology for himself; for that universe to be his True Empire,” Aragathara said, “It was only because of the actions of his family and the destruction of countless versions of Margleknot’s avatars, many of whom had become friends, that he doesn’t want the Painted Cosmology Fae or Melemizargo’s line of dragons to exist anymore. Nothanganathor even sucked up as much of the Painted Cosmology as he could in order to save it, though Melemizargo managed to keep a lot of it himself.” She paused. “… Or at least that’s what I think Nothanganathor was able to do with his Sign of Power. He has been using that part of himself to hide things in his own personal hoard for a very long time, so it makes sense he captured as much of the Painted Cosmology as he could.”

Erick was slightly conflicted in a very odd way.

“We’re still killing him,” Shadow softly declared, “And it doesn’t matter what hostages he might theoretically hold.” She said to Erick, “Your valkyries can capture any souls that he might be hoarding, so his hostages don’t even matter. We’ll get back as many of them as we can, and that’s that.”

Okay.

Yeah.

This was too big to make any decisions right now.

Erick suddenly stood, ending the conversation there. Aragathara rapidly followed. Shadow took a moment, but she stood, too. Erick said, “I appreciate your candor and answers, Aragathara. This is a lot to think about, from the fact that I seem pulled in a direction to create something amazingly useful that turns out to be exactly what I need to continue forward, to the fact that all of the Sundering is a result of some sort of family feud from 10,000 years ago, to the idea that Nothanganathor has… What? The souls of those who died? Or actual stuff?”

“Probably souls and the rarest, best treasures,” Aragathara said.

Erick nodded. “Sure.” He continued, “All of this has been informative. I need to go make more defenses and more war, now. I can’t quite tell what is going to happen in the next 24 hours, but it’s going to be big.” He said to Shadow, “I’m rather certain we weren’t attacked at all since the assault of Slave Intake #38 because they were looking at that whole event and weighing options. We need to be prepared when they come with a flag of truce, because we’re not giving them a truce at all.”

Shadow nodded, saying, “Of course.”

“Later,” Erick said, and then he turned to lightning and flew to the main House.

– – – –

Erick landed in front of Querkooda, his second Ruby, and a few engineers who were working on the [Infinite Imaging]. Lanzoil was there as well. Erick’s arrival was a fast interruption.

Erick wasted no time. “Hello everyone. We’ll be getting that manaminer now. How do we go about that? I heard the Aetherium Bazaar was the place to go.”

After a short pause of thought—

Lanzoil said, “Yes. The Aetherium. I have a standing appointment for us that we can use or not.”

The meeting they had been having suddenly reorganized. The engineer that had helped to make the Awakening Machine, Tris, spoke up, “A manaminer would clean up a lot of the problems with the Imager. It makes magic work well with tech if you set it up right, and I know how to set them up right. Did about a hundred of those before now.”

Erick said, “Good. Glad to hear it.”

Querkooda asked, “Can we even trust the people who sell these things?’

Lanzoil said, “The one I have in mind, yes. It’s an organization of Knowledge Mages who are allies with the Good side of Margleknot. They put in a request to speak with us four days ago about possible manaminer purchases and I vetted them long before that. They’ve been around for thousands of years.”

Erick narrowed his eyebrows for a multitude of sudden reasons, mostly to do with Knowledge Mages being able to exist in this universe at all, and if there were ties with the Script of Veird in some convoluted way, and what was up with the Goddess of Knowledge of the Painted Cosmology and the possibility of her ‘body’ being somewhere inside the blue Core of Veird. But the thought he most focused on was, “How did that request come in?”

“The mail room,” Lanzoil said, “It’s a miracle we even noticed their message, since it was a normal, small message that came through with ten million other requests.”

“Finding a single spark in a storm,” Tris mumbled, reluctantly accepting random chance as not that random at all.

Erick silently agreed with the man, and then said to Lanzoil, “Let’s go meet them.”

Lanzoil said, “They can come here?”

“… That’s probably a better idea, though I do want them to bring pictures of what their offices look like so I know who to complain to if they end up selling us a trap.” Erick asked, “And what is a Knowledge Mage in this universe, anyway? They’re Book Mages back home. We also used to have a Goddess of Knowledge back home, too.”

“Their offices are well known and haven’t moved in eons, but yes, we can get those pictures,” Lanzoil said. “And a Knowledge Mage here is pretty much the same thing, but with tech additions.”

Tris spoke up, “Some are artificial intelligence ‘gods’.”

Everyone looked to him.

Erick asked, “Really? AI gods?”

Lanzoil asked, “Like, machine things?”

Querkooda said, “I have trouble believing that. There has to be souls somewhere in them.”

Tris was growing comfortable around big powers, which was good for him and for House Benevolence, because he continued to speak without worry, “They get a soul most of the time, but the young ones are pretty much just machines. The machine ones can do more than the living ones, too, so they try to stay machines, or very low-level living things. So yeah. More like gods than people. That’s their preferred route toward power, too; helps them solidify themselves in a way that simple tech can’t do. They’re all over the tech side of Margleknot.” He frowned a little, adding, “It’s been that way for hundreds of thousands of years, I thought?”

Lanzoil shrugged. “I never got to the tech side of things.”

Querkooda said, “Me either.”

– – – –

In a room of House Benevolence, a short time after deciding to actually do it, Erick stood for a different sort of meeting. One he rarely got to participate in these days.

He was going to buy something important.

The room was already filled with diagrams and offerings, all of them in the shape of floating orbs of various colors. Power readouts that Erick didn’t fully understand floated alongside maximum size and population readouts that Erick did understand. The price tag for all of them was the same, though.

In soft gold words, floating in the center of the arrangement, was the price.

The price tag was relatively cheap, too, and something he was already willing to do.

But of course, the people here to sell him all these things still had to give their presentation. The company Erick was buying from was called Powerminer Incorporated, and they had sent their head saleswoman to make this transaction. Her name was Felicia Starzine, and she was a winged elf with 8 tiny gold wings hovering at her back. Her partner, and also the ‘owner’ of the company Powerminer Incorporated, was a floating blue cube by the name of Stackz, with a ‘z’, and he was an AI. The small blue cube was just a part of him; his main body was located in the Aetherium Bazaar, at PI’s main offices.

In a surprising turn of events, after introductions, Felicia came right out and said, “As you can see, the price is the same for all of them. We want you to set up a manaminer with automatic reincarnations, like you have done with the valkyries. The normal version you showed off, though.”

“Sure. I can probably do that.”

Felicia paused, going still, completely unable to believe that their price tag was being honored.

Stackz was similarly still, the floating blue cube turning a slight shade darker, and then brighter. And then Stackz asked, “Really? You’ll really honor this request?”

“Should I not?” Erick asked.

Felicia paused.

Stackz paused.

Erick smiled, and asked, “It’s because you get access to that same magics, right? As a part of the deal of installing one of these?”

Felicia and Stackz both spoke over each other, vehemently saying, “Absolutely not!” and, “Never ever!”

Now it was Erick’s turn to be surprised. Perhaps this was a part of the tech/magic gap of Margleknot showing itself, and yet… manaminers were magic, right?

Erick said, “I feel we are probably talking from different dimensions. I don’t see a problem with automating my magic, and yet you do. I feel that you will be stealing something from me, and yet you say you will not. What is going on here?”

Felicia paused, unsure how to answer. And then she said, “Your manaminers are your own. We do not touch them or even know how to access them after we hand them over, for that’s how we built the system. If you break it and you cannot fix it on your own and need another one… Then you have to buy another one.”

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Well that was part of the miscommunication solved. Good to know.

Stackz spoke, “We approach everyone who can resurrect people and erase curses with the request to do exactly that with their manaminers we sell them, and we usually have to pull back that request to some monetary value. Every person who is capable of actually erasing Contract magic and other Evil sorts of powers are… They’re heavily targeted by assassins and thieves and otherwise. We would never take the magic that you imbue into your manaminers… for… for so many different reasons.” He said, “Security of the systems we sell you, which is the major one. No one but you can operate your manaminer, as Felicia said. Even if we could take the magics that you put into a manaminer, which we can’t, this specific magic we ask you to put into your manaminer would make you targeted by Wraithborne and various assassin organizations, which does put you at risk. That’s the main threat, here. Then there are much more insidious ways of those Evil people ruining your everything if you go against them, from infiltrative Contracts to other systemic soul poisonings of the manaminer. And… Well those are the major points of discrepancy between our points of view… Probably.”

Ahh… Yeah. Erick understood those issues. Contracts could poison a manaminer, then?

Interesting.

Felicia said, “We envision you taking over Slaver’s Den and installing House Benevolence using one of our miners to make this a land of reincarnation and new lives.”

Stackz said, “And that means you’re a target.”

“One we would support!” Felicia said.

“And one we would probably need to be supported by,” Stackz said, speaking in parts with Felicia.

Felicia continued Stackz’s thought, saying, “As soon as you get a Good manaminer up and running— I mean. Not ‘Good’, but a basically-good manaminer— We become a target, too.”

Stackz said, “We’re one of the major purveyors of manaminers, and because of that we’re under a lot of Contracts from Wraithborne. We’re located in the Aetherium Bazaar right now, and that affords us a whole lot of defense, but we would wish to move a few offices here… And honestly to start a branch of Powerminer Incorporated inside House Benevolence. We would ask to be one of your first allies, and to spread as you spread.”

Felicia said, “Business is good, but we didn’t get into this manaminer business to make money.”

Stackz said, “We got into this business to do Good.”

Erick tried not to grin. He said, “I think that sounds wonderful. Perfect, even. I could easily see myself working with a branch of people from Powerminer Incorporated, to make them a part of House Benevolence. Good to have good news. But back to the actual product stuff: I have some questions.”

Felicia tried not to beam too much joy.

Stackz glittered, though, which Erick assumed was joy for AIs. “Please ask away!”

Erick asked, “Do you know of the Script of Veird? Can I do a leveling system like that? I’m thinking simpler, though.”

Felicia looked hopeful, but she looked to Stackz.

Stackz easily said, “I have dissected what I could about the Script from the dossier of yourself, Ascendant Flatt. The Script appears to have many functions that are impossible with current manaminer tech, for the Script appears to have a whole lot of real power put into it, and it operates under different ideas from a lost cosmology. Powerminer Incorporated is believed to have had some history out of the Painted Cosmology, for the earliest known manaminers come from there, but we have no idea how those manaminers truly work, for we’ve been over here in this universe since our inception 75,000 years ago. The level of Authority granted by the Script over its people and land are… Well that’s a thing we just don’t offer with any manaminer we sell. You have to empower them yourself to get them that powerful, and I don’t think you can without godly power. The manaminers we offer are a lot more about ease of life and safety in a given area. We can certainly add on a few things, though. Do you have anything specific in mind?”

Those sounded like acceptable limitations.

Erick said, “An Awakening Machine, to awaken Benevolence inside everyone, and also the reincarnation magics.”

Stackz said, “Easily doable, along with the normal array of standard defensive options.”

“Good.” And because he was here, Erick decided to ask a question that had poked at him for a very long time. Erick asked, “As professionals, do you know what the three Bans of the Script might be? Dimensional, Infinitesimal, Propagation.”

Stackz easily said, “I can give you professional guesses, but nothing definitive. Firstly, it’s rather common to call limitations in a manaminer as something close to what they actually limit, rather than what they actually limit. Security through obscurity. With that in mind, I’m rather sure that the Dimensional Ban is for disallowing travel between Layers of their reality. Probably made to keep Veird safe from a threat they could not see due to Malevolence, or perhaps Nothanganathor made the Dimensional Ban in order to make Veird more controllable. He was there at the beginning of it, from my understanding.

“The Infinitesimal Ban is probably a limitation on depth of space in any given area; a limit against traditional Spatial magic, as in the size of things versus the size of other things. This is a common way to prevent a great many difficulties, like infiltrators or people living under your floors and in your walls.

“Propagation is a standard anti-propagation limit. It’s just common sense to make spellwork degrade itself instead of build itself. That’s basic anti-corruption, right there.”

Erick smiled at that. Yeah. That all seemed correct. He asked, “What is the way in which the manaminer actually mines people? I thought that was either Infinitesimal or Dimensional.”

“That’s a basic application of Authority,” Stackz said. “Not a Foundational Ban at all.”

“… Huh! Well okay then.” Erick nodded. “It was great to meet you. Now! I must be off to war again. You can continue this discussion with Lanzoil here and probably a bunch of other guys from the House, like the guys in our engineering division.”

Lanzoil stepped forward. He bowed and then stood straight, saying, “I have a lot of deep questions regarding everything.”

Erick repeated, “Nice to meet you, Felicia, Stackz. War calls.”

Felicia and Stackz bowed and bobbed respectively.

And then Erick turned to lightning and zapped outside of the geodesic dome surrounding the House. He had wanted to spend more time with Powerminer Incorporated, especially if they were going to be allies, but war called, and Erick needed to answer.

– – – –

The sky was clear of obstructions and there were no bombs dropping except for maybe the verbal sort, and in a few minutes. Erick hovered where he needed to be, and took stock of the situation.

Shadow was there waiting for him, shaped like a human queen and floating in stylish black robes. Querkooda was on the other side, in the air, hovering as a pale gold dragon.

Erick remained himself, for now, wearing some glowthread clothes.