Chapter 12: In His Highness\’ Service (1)

“Louis wants to see you.”

The sentence echoed in Simon’s mind as Lauriane guided him to her brother’s personal quarters. He had never done this in any of his previous reigns. What had caused this change?

Days had passed since he set the imperial factions on Casval’s tracks. The hunt had taken place in perfect secrecy, and Simon wasn’t important enough to be kept in the loop, but he was confident his family had tracked the assassin down. If Meredith could find so many details about his service to House Forneus on her lonesome, then high-ranking individuals commanding imperial intelligence should find him in a fortnight.

Did they find something out about the conspiracy when tracking Casval? Intel that Louis felt should be shared even with the family’s bastard?

“Anxious?” Lauriane asked him as they walked through Castle Frightwall’s dark corridors.

“A bit,” Simon confessed. “Being summoned by the crown-prince is rarely a good thing, or so I’ve heard.”

“Worry not. We are not going to force you to join the War Party.” Lauriane smiled faintly at him. “I understand your desire to stay out of politics, and I have told Louis as much. He is not the mad warmonger our enemies at court paint him as.”

Simon would have believed her had he not seen him argue for invading the western continent in a previous reign, something which even the empress found insane. Lauriane was, however, right about one thing: she and Dassein were among the people in the War Party to have both Louis’ ear and trust. Simon trusted her word if nothing else.

Lauriane guided him to a huge solarium in Castle Frightwall’s western wing. The curved room overlooked the surrounding lake and Marthrone, the imperial capital. Louis sat inside on a velvet-covered divan, his eyes staring at the suburbs with undisguised disdain.

“Simon,” he said upon hearing him and Lauriane approaching. “How good of you to have answered our invitation.”

“Did I have a choice?” Simon replied.

“Yes, of course. Certainly, denying a crown-prince’s invitation would have carried consequences, but one always has a choice.” Louis waved his hand at the divan left to his own. “Come, sit. Perhaps you will enjoy the sight better than I do.”

Simon did so warily, though Lauriane briefly patted him on the back as if it would reassure him. Louis continued to stare at the lake without a word. His pose reminded Simon of a bird of prey searching for a mouse to kill.

The view was rather splendid. Castle Frightwall was built in the middle of a lake, serving as its moat, and connected to the capital of Marthrone by a single long bridge. The greatest city in the world and the first to reach over one million inhabitants since before the Year of the Doom, Marthrone had been founded over four hundred years ago as a demon-run slave camp for the First Overlord. It had grown very large since then, with red and black stone buildings adorned with gargoyles and dragon statues dominating the skyline—a remnant of Overlord Gargauth’s rule. Wharves and warehouses dominated its bustling river port, while great manors and summer homes belonging to imperial nobility, merchant princes, and other dignitaries filled the eastern shore. Grand buildings such as the Imperial Opera House, the Great Cathedral of the Light, and the towering Arenas, where gladiators fought for glory and coins, competed for size and splendor.

However, for all of its wealth, Marthrone had been suffering from an overpopulation and poverty problem for years. The northern and newer districts were tightly packed forges, factories, and shantytowns, drowning in fumes and smoke. Simon had heard that there had been plans to demolish and rebuild those parts to deal with rising criminality, but Balzam Magnos never cared enough to proceed with them.

“One day, I saw a corpse rise from these waters,” Louis said. “A babe, hardly a few days old. I was told that families that cannot sustain too many children usually throw their newborns into the lake. I asked why not simply leave them in a church orphanage, only to be told that those were already stretched thin, which made me wonder… if the parents lacked the means and strength to care for their own, then why bring them into the world at all? How can the people of the world’s richest settlement fail to take care of their own children? Don’t you think there is something deeply perverse about that?”

“I suppose,” Simon replied. He had no children, so he couldn’t say. “It must be a horrific choice to give away one’s child to the waves. I remember that my mother cried when Father’s guards brought me to the castle.”

“But surely she must have known they would come one day. If she truly cared to keep you for herself, why not take you away somewhere where Father would not find you? Or did she lack the will to defend what was her own?”

Easy for him to say, Simon’s mother had been a peasant. What could she have done to escape the Overlord, short of becoming the new Paladin?

Louis shook his head. “Marthrone… it bears its name well—a corpse-city raised by a long-dead Overlord where maggots breed on dead flesh. I can smell the stench of filth from here. We should do something about this overpopulation problem as soon as Father’s inheritance is settled and we put a steady hand in control of this rotten nation.”

Simon and Lauriane exchanged a glance. He had never hung around Louis for long in the past. Was he always like this?

“Forgive me, this place lends itself to dark thoughts,” Louis said before finally turning to face Simon with his piercing blue eyes. “I’m told you had dreams about Father’s death before it happened.”

“He correctly predicted the use of an anti-heal effect on Father before Firewand confirmed it,” Lauriane replied calmly. While she seemed to radiate poise and confidence at first glance, Simon could see a slight tension in her jaw. She didn’t fear Louis, but she wasn’t entirely comfortable in his presence either.

Simon had said the same thing in the last reign, but it didn’t bring him to Louis’ attention. What had changed?

“But you didn’t see the assassination itself, only its aftermath?” Louis pushed, with Simon nodding his head. “Interesting. Have you had other dreams since?”

Simon hesitated to answer. He hadn’t had any, but he could tell that the question had something to do with Casval, if only because naming him as the Overlord had caused this meeting to happen at all. This might be his chance to further twist the knife.

“I’ve… actually had another last night,” Simon lied. “About Anna.”

“Anna?” Lauriane asked with a hint of worry, while Louis remained unperturbed.

“Yes, I… I see a man leaving her room with a sword stained with blood. He turns into a monster with wings and a tail growing out of his back, then stares at me with reptilian eyes and says…” Simon pretended to struggle to recall. “I think it was something akin to ‘Don’t blame me; blame your usurper blood and misplaced loyalty.’”

“Usurper blood?” Louis scoffed, his hand stroking his chin as he turned to stare at the morning sun past the window. An amused smile stretched on his lips. “So that’s Father’s game…”

“Can you describe this man? Before he transformed?” Lauriane pushed, with Simon providing a rather detailed account of Casval in turn. His half-sister’s brows furrowed. “The description matches the reports perfectly…”

“The reports?” Simon asked, sensing his chance.

Lauriane nodded sharply. “I’ve been suspecting that you might have limited prophetic abilities for a while, like a third-eye visionary, and I am now convinced of it. Your inability to see Father’s murder was likely the result of his Class’ anti-divination features interfering with your powers while he was alive.”

“The truth is that we found this Casval Ashmodai that Father named as his successor holed up in Marquis Forneus’ domain and sent soldiers to bring him to us,” Louis said. “I’m sure you can figure out that what should have been a quick and easy arrest did not go as planned, or else we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“He resisted?” Simon guessed.

“Yes, he did. He transformed into the beast you described, killed a few men, and set Forneus’ castle on fire on his way out.”

“So he’s still free?” Simon didn’t like that one bit. He had hoped his family could take care of the assassin for him. At least he was unlikely to show up at the Academy with so many powerful people looking for him. “What is he, a demon?”

“That is what we are trying to figure out,” Lauriane replied. “Our soldiers inflicted grievous wounds upon him, and we are currently examining his blood to understand what happened, but we could not find any trace of demonic miasma in it. He is most likely a beastman of some kind.”

“Imagine the Church of Light’s face once they learn one of them has the Overlord Class,” Louis mused. “What do you know of the second Overlord, Gargauth?”

“Not much, besides that he was a dragon and that Father killed him,” Simon replied. Father sired Simon during the campaign, and he was born shortly after the dragon’s death. “Didn’t Forneus fight on his behalf during the conquest?”

“He did, and paid the price for his… misplaced loyalty.” Louis scratched his nails. “Our investigation showed that Marquis Forneus helped fabricate an identity for this Casval and intended to have him attend the Imperial Military Academy. I could not fathom why, but your words shed some light on the matter. They must have plotted to assassinate Anna since House Paimon is close to us and next in line for the throne should House Magnos go extinct.”

“You think Forneus and Ashmodai are Gargauth loyalists?” Simon guessed, his blood freezing as he recalled how disappointed Casval had looked when he questioned him about whether or not he hated his family. Had he been fishing for allies? “Is this a revenge plot?”

“My thoughts exactly, Simon. There are always suckers eager to fight for desperate causes.”

“What cause is there to rally behind, brother?” Lauriane countered with skepticism. “Forneus would have nothing to gain from attacking House Magnos. Gargauth slaughtered or chased away every other dragon on the continent when he decided to seize their hoards. He left no descendants, only grudges.”

“No descendants that we know of, Lauriane,” Louis replied sharply. “Don’t you find it strange that some mysterious beastman with dragon-like features showed up in the den of one of Gargauth’s loyalists? The signs do point to this Casval and talk of usurper blood being related to the Second Overlord in some way.”

“But why would Father give the Overlord Class to someone with a grudge against our dynasty?” Lauriane shook her head in dismay. “That makes no sense.”

“Maybe it’s an inheritance test?” Simon lied to better muddy the waters.

“Quite sharp, Simon,” Louis praised him. “That is the conclusion I reached as well. Father set up this ordeal for us to prove ourselves worthy of his throne. What better test for a new Overlord than to complete his father’s task and wipe out rival heirs?”

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It was a completely erroneous assumption, but one that fit Balzam the Cruel well. Simon could have seen their father set up a similar scenario. The reason why the Overlord picked Simon instead still escaped him.

“Thank you for sharing this information with us, Simon. I have no doubt we will find this Casval in time, and I will ask our brother Dassein to keep an eye on Anna to ensure no harm comes to her.” Louis studied his half-brother’s face. Simon could never tell what the man was thinking. “Is it true you asked to have a handful of Father’s prisoners see their death sentences commuted into slavery?”

“I thought two of them would make good additions to my retinue once I learned they had Vassal Classes,” Simon confirmed. Or at least that was the excuse he came up with to justify sparing the kish woman without attracting suspicion. “Will you approve of it as the empire’s Marshal?”

“I see no reason to oppose it. Truthfully, I’m more surprised that you picked those two rather than Firewand.” Louis chuckled. “Unless the thought failed to cross your mind?”

Agnes Firewand?

Oh, right, Simon’s edited testament said he could inherit his pick of five slaves, and Agnes Firewand technically remained one. He was well within his rights to demand she come with him.

Should he, though? Agnes was the empire’s greatest physician and one of its best spellcasters, deemed worthy to serve the Overlord directly. Having her follow Simon around would immediately bring scrutiny upon him.

On the other hand, she was among the list of ‘potential mentors’ that Father left behind, and her presence might deter assassination attempts. Having a talented healer at his beck and call might save Simon’s or Anna’s lives should the conspiracy strike them again.

Moreover, she was bound to obey the Overlord’s orders and keep his secrets…

“Would you even allow such a transfer, brother?” Lauriane asked what was on Simon’s mind. “I understand it was one of Father’s last requests, but she is our head physician and is high-level. Euphemia will object.”

Louis shrugged. “An Overlord’s personal physician has lost its purpose in its master’s absence, don’t you think? Besides, Simon has contributed sensitive information without asking for anything in return. Euphemia will have little choice than to go along with it if we insist.”