Chapter 404: Nearsighted
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Chapter 404: Near-sighted
Near-sighted
The next day held combat lessons. While Martel disliked any time spent with Reynard, the teacher's disinterest in his students made for less trying hours. It even afforded Martel an opportunity to spend some moments with his friends when they had the second lesson together.
"You were out quick last night! I would at least have expected you to accept the accolades of the crowd," Maximilian remarked.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
"Honestly, even though I won, I felt wiped out."
"No wonder, seeing as you were slinging more spells than rats fleeing a sinking ship."
"I take it by your good mood that you found someone to take your wager on my fight?"
The mirth drained from the mageknights face. "Sadly not. They've grown wise to your ways, master battlemage. It would take something extraordinary for any to bet against you. Say, you against three opponents? Or that thing you did with the blindfold, truly inspired!"
Martel scoffed. "You'll have to find your entertainment elsewhere." He glanced at Maximilian above his hand, covered by a glove. "You still have your signet ring, right? You didn't gamble it away a second time."
"How dare you suggest such a thing," came the response counted with mock indignation. "But speaking of entertainment, next fiveday is solstice. All your dances better not be accounted for, Nordmark."
"Don't worry, I've got no plans. And this year, I actually got silver in my purse."
"Music to my ears," Maximilian said, "and soon, ale down my throat!"
***
Her entire body stiffened. "Is he here? Did he follow you?"
"Nobody followed me. He tried to, but I lost him."
"Are you sure?" she asked sharply. "He took my parents – now he's coming for me!"
"I was very careful. My magic tells me if someone is after me. Besides, he wasn't even dressed as an inquisitor. It could just have been someone else I met by accident." Even if the man had been trailing Martel, it could be for a number of reasons. He had made quite a few enemies, after all, and some of them might be on the lookout for an opportunity to hurt Martel, Pact or not.
"You should leave." Julia stared at him with her big, serious eyes.
"I'm sure it'll be fine," he tried to reassure her. "It probably wasn't the same man that you're afraid of, and he didn't follow me here anyway."
"You should leave."
"What about the sleeping potion?"
"Please. Leave."
"Alright. I will." He turned towards the door. "Keep the things. I'll be back in some days, or next fiveday. We can make the potion then."
"Fine."
Back outside in the hallway, Martel heard her bolt the door behind him. Her fear seemed exaggerated; the inquisitors had no particular reason to be chasing Julia, simply because they had taken her parents. Given that they had their hands full, Martel doubted that they would continue to pursue her, year after year.
But he also understood she was spooked like a fawn in the fields, and reason would not convince her. He would give her some time and return another day, as he had promised. Once she saw that nothing had happened, and the nightmare chasing her did not come true, she would be fine again.
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Chapter 404: Near-sighted
Near-sighted
The next day held combat lessons. While Martel disliked any time spent with Reynard, the teacher's disinterest in his students made for less trying hours. It even afforded Martel an opportunity to spend some moments with his friends when they had the second lesson together.
"You were out quick last night! I would at least have expected you to accept the accolades of the crowd," Maximilian remarked.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
"Honestly, even though I won, I felt wiped out."
"No wonder, seeing as you were slinging more spells than rats fleeing a sinking ship."
"I take it by your good mood that you found someone to take your wager on my fight?"
The mirth drained from the mageknights face. "Sadly not. They've grown wise to your ways, master battlemage. It would take something extraordinary for any to bet against you. Say, you against three opponents? Or that thing you did with the blindfold, truly inspired!"
Martel scoffed. "You'll have to find your entertainment elsewhere." He glanced at Maximilian above his hand, covered by a glove. "You still have your signet ring, right? You didn't gamble it away a second time."
"How dare you suggest such a thing," came the response counted with mock indignation. "But speaking of entertainment, next fiveday is solstice. All your dances better not be accounted for, Nordmark."
"Don't worry, I've got no plans. And this year, I actually got silver in my purse."
"Music to my ears," Maximilian said, "and soon, ale down my throat!"
***
Her entire body stiffened. "Is he here? Did he follow you?"
"Nobody followed me. He tried to, but I lost him."
"Are you sure?" she asked sharply. "He took my parents – now he's coming for me!"
"I was very careful. My magic tells me if someone is after me. Besides, he wasn't even dressed as an inquisitor. It could just have been someone else I met by accident." Even if the man had been trailing Martel, it could be for a number of reasons. He had made quite a few enemies, after all, and some of them might be on the lookout for an opportunity to hurt Martel, Pact or not.
"You should leave." Julia stared at him with her big, serious eyes.
"I'm sure it'll be fine," he tried to reassure her. "It probably wasn't the same man that you're afraid of, and he didn't follow me here anyway."
"You should leave."
"What about the sleeping potion?"
"Please. Leave."
"Alright. I will." He turned towards the door. "Keep the things. I'll be back in some days, or next fiveday. We can make the potion then."
"Fine."
Back outside in the hallway, Martel heard her bolt the door behind him. Her fear seemed exaggerated; the inquisitors had no particular reason to be chasing Julia, simply because they had taken her parents. Given that they had their hands full, Martel doubted that they would continue to pursue her, year after year.
But he also understood she was spooked like a fawn in the fields, and reason would not convince her. He would give her some time and return another day, as he had promised. Once she saw that nothing had happened, and the nightmare chasing her did not come true, she would be fine again.
Chapter 404: Near-sightedNear-sightedThe next day held combat lessons. While Martel disliked any time spent with Reynard, the teacher's disinterest in his students made for less trying hours. It even afforded Martel an opportunity to spend some moments with his friends when they had the second lesson together."You were out quick last night! I would at least have expected you to accept the accolades of the crowd," Maximilian remarked.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n."Honestly, even though I won, I felt wiped out.""No wonder, seeing as you were slinging more spells than rats fleeing a sinking ship.""I take it by your good mood that you found someone to take your wager on my fight?"The mirth drained from the mageknights face. "Sadly not. They've grown wise to your ways, master battlemage. It would take something extraordinary for any to bet against you. Say, you against three opponents? Or that thing you did with the blindfold, truly inspired!"Martel scoffed. "You'll have to find your entertainment elsewhere." He glanced at Maximilian above his hand, covered by a glove. "You still have your signet ring, right? You didn't gamble it away a second time.""How dare you suggest such a thing," came the response counted with mock indignation. "But speaking of entertainment, next fiveday is solstice. All your dances better not be accounted for, Nordmark.""Don't worry, I've got no plans. And this year, I actually got silver in my purse.""Music to my ears," Maximilian said, "and soon, ale down my throat!"***Her entire body stiffened. "Is he here? Did he follow you?""Nobody followed me. He tried to, but I lost him.""Are you sure?" she asked sharply. "He took my parents now he's coming for me!""I was very careful. My magic tells me if someone is after me. Besides, he wasn't even dressed as an inquisitor. It could just have been someone else I met by accident." Even if the man had been trailing Martel, it could be for a number of reasons. He had made quite a few enemies, after all, and some of them might be on the lookout for an opportunity to hurt Martel, Pact or not."You should leave." Julia stared at him with her big, serious eyes."I'm sure it'll be fine," he tried to reassure her. "It probably wasn't the same man that you're afraid of, and he didn't follow me here anyway.""You should leave.""What about the sleeping potion?""Please. Leave.""Alright. I will." He turned towards the door. "Keep the things. I'll be back in some days, or next fiveday. We can make the potion then.""Fine."Back outside in the hallway, Martel heard her bolt the door behind him. Her fear seemed exaggerated; the inquisitors had no particular reason to be chasing Julia, simply because they had taken her parents. Given that they had their hands full, Martel doubted that they would continue to pursue her, year after year.But he also understood she was spooked like a fawn in the fields, and reason would not convince her. He would give her some time and return another day, as he had promised. Once she saw that nothing had happened, and the nightmare chasing her did not come true, she would be fine again.
