Chapter 379: Burnout
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Chapter 379: Burnout
Burnout
Malday saw the continued training of the fire acolytes in mail armour, and it seemed some of them took it more seriously after yesterday's lecture on golden bullets. Martel, already accustomed to the weight and feel, allowed his mind to dwell on other matters while the staff in his hands parried blows.
Flora needed to pay. Kerra had done the same to him, using his life as bait for a trap, and Martel had been forced to accept it; going to war with one of the Nine Lords as a novice at the time had not seemed feasible, and one way or the other, it would probably have gone poorly for him.
Not that he had given up entirely on the idea of one day repaying Kerra as well.
But Flora first. Martel was not the same naïve and untrained novice anymore. He had far more spells and control of his magic available to him now. Furthermore, he did not fear retaliation. The Night Knives had much fewer resources at their disposal, and Flora herself had shown Martel how to protect himself. To that end, in between classes, he sat down in his room and wrote down a letter detailing various events taking place between him and the Night Knives, making sure to mention Flora by name and profession, including a description of her appearance.
Deployed correctly, that would protect him from further harm inflicted by the Night Knives. That left the question of how to punish the earthmage for her conspiracy.
An attack in return seemed the most obvious answer, but Martel knew that was out of the question. Not due to fear, as Martel felt capable of taking her on in a fight and emerge the victor, but simply because it felt too similar to cold-blooded murder. Even if she survived, she would be horribly maimed and suffer intense pain from his flames. No matter how angry, Martel could not make himself do that just for the sake of vengeance. His mother would be horrified at the thought of her son doing such a thing, and he could imagine how it would have disappointed his father.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
His vantage point did not allow him to witness as the latter happened, but he felt the flames disappearing and saw black smoke rise above the garden wall. Moments later, Flora marched out towards him, the soldiers under her command following some distance behind. "That was months' worth of supplies!"
Martel stood up to face her, enjoying that the height difference allowed him to look down. "What I took from you can be replaced with coin. You tried to take my life from me, Flora. Be grateful."
"I have done no such thing! I would never be so foolish!"
"No, not directly. But you lay all the groundwork for the Silver Serpents to turn their daggers on me. You wanted them destroyed, and you were happy for me to die in the process." He stared at her in anger.
"If this were true, the Lyceum would have torched our home by now."
"Spare me. I did not come to hear excuses, but to deliver two messages. You have received the first. The second is this." He made sure to keep his eyes locked on hers. "I have written a letter describing my work with the Night Knives. But I added how I now fear for my life, and that I expect your mercenary band will seek to kill me after I defied you at the Four Flagon Tavern. Being true, the Lyceum should have no difficulty verifying these events. I made sure to describe you in excruciating detail, Flora. If anything happens to me, that letter will find its way to the overseer and unleash the same Nether-born storm upon your organisation as revisited upon the Silver Serpents. So you better pray that no further attempts on my life take place."
She opened her mouth, but no words came, and Martel knew he had beaten her. He turned around demonstratively and began walking away from the earthmage and her warriors, his magic sense extending behind him; at any sign of danger, he was ready to summon his shield or react with a counterspell. Nothing happened. Peacefully, Martel left the bridge district.
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Chapter 379: Burnout
Burnout
Malday saw the continued training of the fire acolytes in mail armour, and it seemed some of them took it more seriously after yesterday's lecture on golden bullets. Martel, already accustomed to the weight and feel, allowed his mind to dwell on other matters while the staff in his hands parried blows.
Flora needed to pay. Kerra had done the same to him, using his life as bait for a trap, and Martel had been forced to accept it; going to war with one of the Nine Lords as a novice at the time had not seemed feasible, and one way or the other, it would probably have gone poorly for him.
Not that he had given up entirely on the idea of one day repaying Kerra as well.
But Flora first. Martel was not the same naïve and untrained novice anymore. He had far more spells and control of his magic available to him now. Furthermore, he did not fear retaliation. The Night Knives had much fewer resources at their disposal, and Flora herself had shown Martel how to protect himself. To that end, in between classes, he sat down in his room and wrote down a letter detailing various events taking place between him and the Night Knives, making sure to mention Flora by name and profession, including a description of her appearance.
Deployed correctly, that would protect him from further harm inflicted by the Night Knives. That left the question of how to punish the earthmage for her conspiracy.
An attack in return seemed the most obvious answer, but Martel knew that was out of the question. Not due to fear, as Martel felt capable of taking her on in a fight and emerge the victor, but simply because it felt too similar to cold-blooded murder. Even if she survived, she would be horribly maimed and suffer intense pain from his flames. No matter how angry, Martel could not make himself do that just for the sake of vengeance. His mother would be horrified at the thought of her son doing such a thing, and he could imagine how it would have disappointed his father.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
His vantage point did not allow him to witness as the latter happened, but he felt the flames disappearing and saw black smoke rise above the garden wall. Moments later, Flora marched out towards him, the soldiers under her command following some distance behind. "That was months' worth of supplies!"
Martel stood up to face her, enjoying that the height difference allowed him to look down. "What I took from you can be replaced with coin. You tried to take my life from me, Flora. Be grateful."
"I have done no such thing! I would never be so foolish!"
"No, not directly. But you lay all the groundwork for the Silver Serpents to turn their daggers on me. You wanted them destroyed, and you were happy for me to die in the process." He stared at her in anger.
"If this were true, the Lyceum would have torched our home by now."
"Spare me. I did not come to hear excuses, but to deliver two messages. You have received the first. The second is this." He made sure to keep his eyes locked on hers. "I have written a letter describing my work with the Night Knives. But I added how I now fear for my life, and that I expect your mercenary band will seek to kill me after I defied you at the Four Flagon Tavern. Being true, the Lyceum should have no difficulty verifying these events. I made sure to describe you in excruciating detail, Flora. If anything happens to me, that letter will find its way to the overseer and unleash the same Nether-born storm upon your organisation as revisited upon the Silver Serpents. So you better pray that no further attempts on my life take place."
She opened her mouth, but no words came, and Martel knew he had beaten her. He turned around demonstratively and began walking away from the earthmage and her warriors, his magic sense extending behind him; at any sign of danger, he was ready to summon his shield or react with a counterspell. Nothing happened. Peacefully, Martel left the bridge district.
Chapter 379: BurnoutBurnoutMalday saw the continued training of the fire acolytes in mail armour, and it seemed some of them took it more seriously after yesterday's lecture on golden bullets. Martel, already accustomed to the weight and feel, allowed his mind to dwell on other matters while the staff in his hands parried blows.Flora needed to pay. Kerra had done the same to him, using his life as bait for a trap, and Martel had been forced to accept it; going to war with one of the Nine Lords as a novice at the time had not seemed feasible, and one way or the other, it would probably have gone poorly for him.Not that he had given up entirely on the idea of one day repaying Kerra as well.But Flora first. Martel was not the same naive and untrained novice anymore. He had far more spells and control of his magic available to him now. Furthermore, he did not fear retaliation. The Night Knives had much fewer resources at their disposal, and Flora herself had shown Martel how to protect himself. To that end, in between classes, he sat down in his room and wrote down a letter detailing various events taking place between him and the Night Knives, making sure to mention Flora by name and profession, including a description of her appearance.Deployed correctly, that would protect him from further harm inflicted by the Night Knives. That left the question of how to punish the earthmage for her conspiracy.An attack in return seemed the most obvious answer, but Martel knew that was out of the question. Not due to fear, as Martel felt capable of taking her on in a fight and emerge the victor, but simply because it felt too similar to cold-blooded murder. Even if she survived, she would be horribly maimed and suffer intense pain from his flames. No matter how angry, Martel could not make himself do that just for the sake of vengeance. His mother would be horrified at the thought of her son doing such a thing, and he could imagine how it would have disappointed his father.NvlRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Novln.His vantage point did not allow him to witness as the latter happened, but he felt the flames disappearing and saw black smoke rise above the garden wall. Moments later, Flora marched out towards him, the soldiers under her command following some distance behind. "That was months' worth of supplies!"Martel stood up to face her, enjoying that the height difference allowed him to look down. "What I took from you can be replaced with coin. You tried to take my life from me, Flora. Be grateful.""I have done no such thing! I would never be so foolish!""No, not directly. But you lay all the groundwork for the Silver Serpents to turn their daggers on me. You wanted them destroyed, and you were happy for me to die in the process." He stared at her in anger."If this were true, the Lyceum would have torched our home by now.""Spare me. I did not come to hear excuses, but to deliver two messages. You have received the first. The second is this." He made sure to keep his eyes locked on hers. "I have written a letter describing my work with the Night Knives. But I added how I now fear for my life, and that I expect your mercenary band will seek to kill me after I defied you at the Four Flagon Tavern. Being true, the Lyceum should have no difficulty verifying these events. I made sure to describe you in excruciating detail, Flora. If anything happens to me, that letter will find its way to the overseer and unleash the same Nether-born storm upon your organisation as revisited upon the Silver Serpents. So you better pray that no further attempts on my life take place."She opened her mouth, but no words came, and Martel knew he had beaten her. He turned around demonstratively and began walking away from the earthmage and her warriors, his magic sense extending behind him; at any sign of danger, he was ready to summon his shield or react with a counterspell. Nothing happened. Peacefully, Martel left the bridge district.
