Why am I being held? a man wearing a heavy cloak protested, forced to kneel by those nearby.

Two weapons of gleaming white bone pointed at his neck, wielded by towering pale-skinned elves. They bore a black sash on their shoulder displaying a sunburst, with the rays of its sun replaced by the golden snake of House Vasquer. They did not answer him, and the people passing through the gate to Blackgard were held up by several soldiers as the conflict was dealt with. The refugees watched the situation largely in concern for their own safety.

The man protested and squirmed, but the blades wielded by the Veidimen were as immovable as a mountain. Soon enough, a new party of knights arrived. Leading them was a golden-armored knight with a long black braid descending from the back of his helmet, and the people muttered his namePrince Orion, the vice-commander of the kings royal guard.

Prince Orion escorted a tall woman with elegant bearing, wearing the black and gold of her husbands kingdom. People recognized her, too, perhaps even more so than the knight. She was the queen regent, Anneliese. Some of the more reverential refugees knelt to her, but she single-mindedly walked to the man.

The queen regent sized the man up with her amber eyes, then nodded. Well done. Hes a spy.

Hearing those words, both the Veidimen and the man deemed spy moved at the same time. He cast a B-rank spell, disentangling himself from them, then called upon the Blessing of Supersession. His being was vested with the power offered by Erlebnis, and he called upon high-caliber magic which he directed toward the queen.

Prince Orion stepped forth to defend the queen regent with a shield that seemed to be made of a dragons skull, but she moved past him. She effortlessly contained the countless spells with a single ward. Some of the jewelry she wore resonated with divine power and strengthened her magic. He changed targets from her to the crowd, yet she reacted faster, containing him in a sphere of warding magic.

Isolated and neutralized, the spy grit his teeth and cast a spell with fear in his eyes. His body shifted and contorted, and then exploded into spikes of gruesome blood that propelled outward with alarming speed. Queen Annelieses ward was stronger, though. It did not show even a crack. She turned away from the sight with disappointment in her eyes, but then faced the crowd.

The trouble is over, my people. Her eyes slowly scanned the crowd, as if looking into the heart of each of them. You will be in Blackgard soon. People like that can never get past this checkpoint. She looked at the royal guard. As I said, you did well. Ensure no one will be hurt.

The guards knelt. Yes, Your Highness.

With a single nod, she left them all, exiting the checkpoint. Orion followed right after her, watching carefully.

Princess Elenores voice entered Annelieses head, carried by the blessing of the goddess of connections, Lira. Is it done?

Anneliese responded, It was. He chose death like all the rest. Better he chose it when I came rather than when he was suspected, but our luck can only last so long. My magic is enhanced by the divine artifacts we stole from Erlebnis vault, but it strains against their blood magic.

Argraves Domain of Order persists, protecting this place. We would know at once if any who entered Blackgard had hostile intent, Elenore reminded her.

Certainly, Anneliese acknowledged. Still, I cannot fathom where Erlebnis gets this many people willing to die for him

I dont know, and I dont care to know, Elenore answered. Even if we did manage to capture one of them alive, I doubt theyd yield anything useful. Erlebnis likes keeping knowledge, not giving it to his underlings. We should be thankful that your blessing of Truesight lets us spot them. Its turning out to be rather invaluable, even among all of our abilities.

Anneliese responded only, Have you forgotten how we speak through your blessing right now?

Of course not, said Elenore. Come back to the parliamentary hall. Durran will be returning soon, and I want everyone present to receive the dwarven envoy.

Everyone except Argrave, Anneliese answered begrudgingly. See you in a bit.

It isnt too much longer, now, until he returns, Elenore said consolingly. Chin up, Anneliese.

Their connection faded, and Anneliese looked around the growing city of Blackgard. This place was becoming titanic as more and more people filled it. Orderly buildings of black stone, long fields and orchards of bountiful crops, roaming livestock feeding on ground unpolluted by magic in perhaps a year, this meadow valley had become a rival to the grandest cities on the continent. But it was put to test more and more by the day. The enemies that they had made probed its defenses day and night.

And looming behind it all was the arrival of distant travelers. They came not from the north, nor the south, nor from Veiden. They came far overseas from other nations, bearing strange titles, strange weaponry, and strange customs. The conflict for the fate of the world had begun, and like a frog slowly boiled, they hardly realized it until it was too late.

But Vasquer was not alone in this changed world. They had divine allies of their ownlike Lira, Yinther, or Law. There was Rook and Raccomen, divine brothers, Almazora and Veid, one a goddess of magic and the other a goddess of the Veidimen. Their alliance was not meager and already, theyd drawn eyes by robbing Erlebnis, god of knowledge.

The fruits of that heist had already been realized in the divine artifacts wrested away. But soon, another harvest would be ready. Namely, knowledge of the calamity Gerechtigkeit, of the cycle of judgment and possibly, just possibly, putting an end to this eternity of struggle.

Anneliese stepped up to the entrance of Blackgards parliamentary hall. Melanie stood there, and waved at Anneliese. The red-headed countess stepped up with her mercenary swagger, carrying a black executioners blade on her shoulder.

Hey. The divine envoys are ready to join you whenever, Melanie explained, a faint smile about her scarred face. Were supposed to wow the dwarves, right? I think thisll do the trick

Anneliese nodded seriously. I should hope so. Let me channel Argrave as best I can, I suppose

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What is Anne wearing? Argrave asked Elenore, watching the Alchemist as he worked.

The Alchemista towering, twenty-foot-tall monstrosity that could contort his body every which way he desiredhad Argraves chest split open, many of his organs sprawled out across the table next to him. The Alchemist worked at extracting a malignant-looking black magic thread from Argraves body piece by piece. They were in the process of removing the Blessing of Supersession from him without harming the rest of his body. This had been going on for a month by this point, and the end still seemed far away.

You want to know what Anneliese is wearing? Elenore repeated in Argraves head. Are you really asking your sister for a visual image? Im not giving you material.

Argrave sighed. Youre the weird one right now. My chest is split open, and Im trying to help even still well, it doesnt matter. Give her my best. Im going to get back to it.

Argrave watched the Alchemist as he worked. On Earth, hed often heard about solitary confinement being torture. This was rather like solitary confinement with a phone, and front-row seats to an extremely gruesome operating theater that had daily invasive procedures so yes, it was torture.

Within a black room without deviations, no view of the sky, and nothing to keep him company except documents and his surgeon life had become a very dull and stagnant experience. And hearing of what had happened in the month that hed been absent had only been more difficult. It was like having someone summarize every episode of a show instead of seeing it. In a wordfrustrating.

If the news hed heard hadnt been largely good, perhaps he would have lost his mind.

While he had been gone, they distributed the loot from the heist of Erlebnis vault. That had been a tremendous boon to their fighting power. Durrans retinue of wyvern riders had grown a reputation after their journeys around Vasquer, slaying lesser gods. Apparently, Anneliese was strong enough to block common S-rank spells with A-rank wardssomething that shouldve been an impossibility, largely. And their backing for the heist, their divine allies, had been largely pleased with the result.

That wasnt even mentioning Argraves royal guard of Veidimenor snow elves, as they were known by humans. They had always been an elite fighting force, yet with divine artifacts as equipment they had a retinue of well-trained knights about as strong as Orion. It was a monstrous boon to their fighting strength, and kept Blackgard the safest city in Vasquer.

On top of that, Almazora and Rook had been promised mortal champions. Theyd found themfor Rook, the recipient was Stain, formerly known as Veladrien of Jast. He was the thief, and protagonist of Heroes of Berendar, that Argrave had dealt with a year and some months ago. As for Almazora, goddess of magic despite Argraves recommendation of Nikoletta, she chose Artur, master of the Hall of Enchantment.

Almazoras choice of mortal champion had been as much a shock to Argrave as it had been everyone else. Formerly a Magister of the Order of the Gray Owl, hed left the Order after experiencing some mockery regarding his dwarfism. With the royal familys support he founded the Hall of Enchantment, and had been working to restore the enchantment methods of the ancient elven empire.

And on that front, hed been succeeding splendidly. Not only had they resurrected the dead art of dwarven metalworking, which used deep earth metals and spirits to forge blades that could cut through rock or resist magic, but Artur had rediscovered countless elven enchantments. Whether on armor or weapons, he was enhancing their forces with mass-production of incredibly potent equipment. By this point, their army was an equal to any that a god might have. From the sound of it, Argrave would be confident sending them against Kirel Qircassias force that theyd fought in the Bloodwoods.

But as the days passed ever onward, it stood to reason that Argrave would not have to guess any longer. Elenore had delivered reports of seeing foreigners land strange square ships on the shores of the Bloodwoods and northeastern Vasquer. They hadnt lingered long, but what few sightings came suggested they wore lamellar armor and had single-sided blades. Argrave knew them wellthe people of the continent far to the northeast, inspired by the medieval empires of East Asia on Earth.

If what Argrave knew held true, they were a diverse collection of peoples presently united by the Great Chu. He didnt fully trust that knowledge remained so, but the Chu was a nation no less formidable than Vasquerand Argrave only thought he was their equal because theyd gained many divine artifacts after robbing Erlebnis.

Regardless, the Chu werent the only people soon to come to Vasquer. There would be otherssome would come at the behest of the divine, and others would come as their allies. But they would come, both because Argrave had made a great many enemies and because this continent was to be the site where Gerechtigkeit descended. It was Argraves duty as king to stand up to those people.

And behind it all, another matter lurked. They had gone into Erlebnis vault to acquire all the knowledge about Gerechtigkeit they possibly could. The Alchemist held all that knowledge, and with Argraves vague awareness of the future, theyd been steadily concocting a plan of attacknot against Gerechtigkeit, but against the cycle of judging the world that he heralded. The things that they had learned had been staggering, and Argrave had deep and serious theoretical discussions about how, precisely, they might end this all.

But to learn how to end the cycle of judgment they might need to learn how it began. Argrave had arranged a meeting with Sataistador, the first god of war. He wasnt sure whether it was to be a battle or a cordial conversation, but he did know that the god claimed to take part in the first cycle of judgment.

Reminded of that coming meeting, Argrave asked, Hey. Pour some of House Quadreigns fire on me, again.

No, said the Alchemist simply. Im busy.

Argrave sighed, setting his table back down on the table. In his right hand, he practiced constructing magic matrixes just as Tower Master Castro had taught him. If a battle was to come well, hed been training his magic for a month, without stopping, without sleeping. And whether they exchanged words or fists hed get what he wanted out of Sataistador. Only a week or so remained