Though Dimocles offered his hand to close the deal, Argrave did not move to take it. They persisted in awkward silence for moments, seconds stretching into minutes.

Do I have something on my hand? Dimocles pulled it back, studying it with his blue-green eyes.

You say you know so much about me, Argrave spoke past him, staring down Dimocles. Do you think Im someone who likes to look good, or be good?

Dimocles lowered his hand, returning Argraves gaze. Im thinking you look rather like you want to hit me.

Argrave ground his teeth. Your words, not mine. Thats been the case most of this conversation, looking back.

Well Dimocles face went cold, some of its perennial artificial warmth fading. You should know that youre not the only one with the Blessing of Supersession. And unlike you, Ive been at A-rank for quite some time.

Argraves hot blood grew a little colder. So, the veneer of friendliness goes away?

I would just hate for you to make a mistake, Dimocles answered back. This isnt a game that forgives mistakes, Argrave. And when a king errs, its his subjects that suffer. His eyes wandered to Anneliese. Your queenshes going to make some critical observations. Namely, that the emissaries are no longer bound to the shrines as they used to be. And that the Lord can personally manifest in this realm. With those two facts at hand, you should know that the Lord is emotionally compelled to keep you alive. The same cannot be said for those near you.

A deep-seated rage almost made Argrave make the mistake Dimocles was warning against. The thought of his closest companions being hunted by the monstrous emissaries made him nauseous. Perhaps that was precisely the point. Hed grown desensitized to personal danger, but regarding others? Perhaps Erlebnis did have a better grasp on Argraves psychology than he gave the god credit for.

Anneliese grabbed Argraves arm, drawing him from his stupor. He saw her Starsparrow sitting atop the ward hed conjured, locked outside.

When he looked at her face, he somewhat knew the answer shed give. Nonetheless, she provided it, saying, The elven gods are fleeing from a swarm of Erlebnis emissaries. They rain down S-rank spells endlessly. It she swallowed her despair, but it had already seeped through. They seem to be retreating capably, but and the elven armies

He turned his head to Dimocles, who smiled like a customer service representative even now. He asked Anneliese quietly, Block him out.

Anneliese conjured a ward within his, dividing Dimocles from their conversation. The man didnt look offended.

How bad is it? he asked her.

They rain down S-rank spells, Argrave. You saw Mateth, the destruction from Castros spell he may be a special case, someone who is especially powerful, but that matters not. They destroy. They tear up the land with their magicspells I have never seen, let alone heard of. She kept a strong face because Dimocles watched, but Argrave knew hopelessness when he heard it.

Argrave was angry enough he couldnt let despair claim him. He insisted, Kirel Qircassia has been here far longer than Erlebnis, if indeed hes breached through in this area. Even still, he died to the elven gods all the same. Erlebnis can be pushed back, beaten.

Like I said, it matters not, she disagreed. Erlebnis is not making a personal showing whatsoever. His emissaries are the sole reapers, and there is much sewn for them to harvest. Regardless of if their bodies are weak or strong, they have the Blessing of Supersession just as you do. You told me of that boundless strength pooling within you upon its use, do you recall? They have that same strength, Argrave. All of them.

Argrave stared at her amber eyes, his jaw shut tight. Seeing her grounded him, softened him, and made him lapse back into rationality. That was all he needed nowrationality. Anything for an opening, a way out.

God damn it, Anneliese, he looked to the side, where everyone else stood. Nikoletta, Duke Enrico, Orion, Mina, Vasilisa, Arturthey all watched with concern, while the Veidimen stood guarded. That was who Dimocles threatened. I knew all the way back at the start of this. I knew to stay away from the ancient gods. I knew. I knew that nothing good would come of flaunting my knowledge. Now Erlebnis knows I know things, and he hes taken interest in me.

It was inevitable. If not anywhere else, the royal summit exposed your insight to the whole world. And we cannot know Erlebnis purpose in coming here. Anneliese shook her head. She almost reached out to comfort him, but their position between all parties made her hesitate. And I I should be saying god damn it, you fool. I cannot read Dimocles. I cannot help you. If I could tell you where he lies and where he speaks truth She sounded powerless and frustrated.

You couldnt read the Alchemist, either, Argrave pointed out. And their abilities are similar. Similar, yet different. [Polymorphism], that A-rank ascension I know its ins and outs. He sighed. Do you remember why I refused Erlebnis, all that time ago?

This is my fault. My A-rank ascension pressured you into seeking

You didnt pressure me into anything. You tried to pressure me out of it, but I didnt listen, he reminded her. Come on, good looking. I thought you hated self-pity.

Anneliese managed the smallest of smiles even now.

I refused him because Id seen what Fellhorn had done, and I knew what the gods were capable of as a whole. This Divine Feudalism I knew I couldnt let a powerful god get a foothold on Berendar. I just I thought I had more time. He let out a deep sigh. Im not as smart as I thought I was. But supposing that everything Dimocles said here is true

There are gaps, Anneliese cut in. As I said, the elven gods have managed a retreat. They are not slaughtered, she pointed out. They persist, even if on the run. I cannot say how long such a thing will last. And more importantly would you say Kirel Qircassia is inferior to Erlebnis, in terms of strength?

Argrave blinked. His emissaries are definitely stronger. But one on one? Kirel might be stronger, fully manifested. And he has his Qircassian Coalition. Thats another strength.

Then why would Kirel agree to only seize the Bloodwoods at Erlebnis request? she asked. It may be possible that it is true. But at the same time, it is suspicious. She ran her fingers through her long white hair, falling back into the habit of braiding it. Even if it is true, the deal hinges on Erlebnis support. Even if Erlebnis truly does expect nothing from you, he would increase your reliance on him. Kirel Qircassias friendship hinges on Erlebnis presence. The exiled elvesif indeed that was no liewould be led by Altan, someone with undoubted loyalty to Erlebnis. She took a breath as her rapid explanation came to an end. In the end everything he offers is but string. If you accept his offer, he will string you up and puppeteer you.

Argrave listened to all of what she said, dividing things into an orderly chart within his mind. Seconds passed as she let him think.

Finally, he asked, Anneliese no matter what choice I make youll be with me, right?

I will die with you, Argrave. Her eyes, once nervous and unsteady, were immediately steadfast. I will advise, disagree but your life is my life.

At the unconditional support offered in this hellish pit he found himself in, Argrave teared up somewhat. It faded as he reminded himself of his responsibility. Same here, little lady. He looked to Dimocles. Lets go back.

Anneliese dispelled the ward, letting Dimocles back into the conversation. The man waited patiently as ever.

Welcome back, you two lovebirds, to the land of the living. Have you had ample time to think about things? He let the silence hang, as neither Argrave nor Anneliese offered a response. All you have to do is nothing, Argrave, Dimocles reminded him. Take a stroll home. Bask in the changing kingdom, sit on your throne the lord has done you a huge favor, ridding you of a headache. Though this may hurt to hear, theres no shame in getting some help from a friend who loves you dearly. Being too proud for charity is a bad thing. When youre sick, or down on your lu--

Argrave interrupted, dismissing, If all I have to do is nothing, then I dont think we have anything further to discuss. You made it clear from the beginning that Im already on your side, right? So, theres nothing more to talk about, nothing to agree about. He raised his hand, dispelling the outer ward around them. You were very helpful.

Dimocles looked at Argrave, and then at all around him. Finally his gaze settled back ahead, and he smiled and said, Then I suppose Ill leave.

Argrave waited for Dimocles back to turn. When he did, Argraves hand started to move, but froze after seeing something.

There was a hand on the back of Dimocles head, its palm facing Argrave flat. Two eyes watched just below this hand. As he watched Dimocles cautiously, using his senses to take note of things the magic power within Dimocles exploded. Argrave felt like he was looking at the Alchemist once again, seeing so much magic exuded from his very being.

It took him a moment of cautious paranoia for Argrave to realize what that wasnamely, he had triggered the Blessing of Supersession. Dimocles didnt seem to have any intent to attackindeed, he only walked away deeper into the Bloodwoods calmly. The hand on the back of his head seemed ready to conjure a spell at a moments notice, and the eyes watched him. He was being just as cautious as Argrave was, it seemed. He had triggered the blessing to be ready to defend from any attack.

Argrave ran it through his head. B-rank blood magicespecially his B-rank blood magiccould break A-rank wards, no matter how many of them Dimocles could conjure. But could he kill him? The man would certainly have ways to escape. And once he escaped, word would get out that Argrave was not a cooperator.

Hes a dangerous bastard, Argraves inner voice said. Do him like you did Induen. Stomp his skull in.

Calm prevailed. Lashing out without preparation would be stupid. Argrave had endured a hit from Induen many months ago. His jaw had been shattered, and hed been warned and threatened to cooperate. That had been a meeting of the same atmosphere as Dimocles conversation.

And where was Prince Induen now? Rotting in the ground, his ambitions turned to dust. There was a lesson in that.

Argrave suppressed his indignance, suppressed the feeling that he might not get another chance. Dimocles wasnt the problemErlebnis was the problem. And so the collector walked in the Bloodwoods, fading out of sight.

Silence persisted for a time, and Argrave slowly turned. Everyone looked confused and concerned, but they could tell by body language alone that couldnt have been a simple conversation.

Realizing hed need to speak first, Argrave told them simply, We have work to do.