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Argrave stood at an elevated place in Law’s Court, looking down at the assembling masses. Though he most preferred single-player games, he had to confess he had sexperience with what these people were preparing for: a raid boss. Law was the raid leader, while the majority of the junior partners and sof the seniors were mere participants, each hoping to score a great bounty in the battle to come.

“I say we go now.” Argrave looked back. “All’s ready for our absence?”

Elenore nodded to Argrave. “Yes. Anneliese will be your regent, with ample guards alongside her in light of her magical setbacks. We’ve sent word to Raccomen to expect our presence. What did you learn from that thing in your head, that wiki?”

Argrave started walking, and she joined him. “The page was only a few paragraphs long.”

“Is that unusual?”

“Right.” Elenore looked up at the Justiciar. “Take us to Raven, Law.”

“Of course,” the Justiciar responded, then took off down the hall.

Law’s Court began to distort as they walked, staircases heading down appearing where they hadn’t been before. They descended deep, deep into the depths of the divine realm, and all clamoring sounds they’d heard in moments past began to die. The stairs they cfrom sealed off one after the other, and Argrave heard clicking noises that sounded like locks. This was where the court kept its criminals. In particular, war criminals.

Finally, the Justiciar took them to an incredibly small door, far smaller than all the ones lining the rest of the place. The pommel of the Justiciar’s weapon was a key, and after opening it, another door awaited them at the end of a small hall. This place was a little like an airlock, ensuring that nothing followed them before they left completely—and it was something truly needed, the Alchemist being what he was.

“Would you mind if I waited outside?” Elenore asked. “Being in a divine realm is more excitement than I care to handle already. The Alchemist…”

“I’d prefer it,” Argrave told her, then stepped into the door. “Shouldn’t be long.”

The door shut behind Argrave. The Justiciar took great care to ensure there was nothing that could slip by it, then walked to the other door. Argrave’s heart beat a little faster as it unlocked the next golden door, then pushed it open. Argrave was expecting something to jump out at them, but nothing like that happened.

The Alchemist stood in the center of the box-shaped room, precisely as Argrave remembered him. Around twenty feet tall, gray skin, lacking a nose, and possessed of a robe made of his own black hair spilling down from the top of his head. Then, in a familiar voice like splintering ice, he spoke.

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“You took far too long.”

Argrave walked in with the Justiciar, his eyes scanning the room. Only once he was content nothing was lurking in the shadows, he answered, “Hey, Raven.”

“It’s unwise to callthat. Now, tell me—what have I missed? You must’ve chere needing my help. Sophia’s ability is doubtless beyond your simple mind.”

Argrave took a deep breath, trying not to let that familiar tone and condescension let him lapse into bygone times. “We’re going to take you out of this place.”

“I told you days ago I had excised the Smiling Raven. Fortunately, it seems your fool mind can recognize the obvious, even if at significant delay. Let’s go. I have work to catch up on.” He walked forth, heading for the entrance, but the Justiciar cto attention and planted his large shield down on the ground.

Argrave pointed to the corner, where there was a box-shaped indent in the wall. “I need you to get in the box.”

“The box?” The Alchemist looked down at Argrave. “I have things to do—things that are impeded by walls of metal compressing the whole ofinto a tight space. If we’re to adequately fight Gerechtigkeit, there can be no more delays, no more unnecessary imprisonments. I say again—let’s go,” he said, voice a tight yet deep whip.

“It’s just a precaution.” Argrave shook his head. “You, yourself, toldhow dangerous the Smiling Raven was. How you destroyed an entire continent. I just can’t risk it. If you’re truly yourself again, then you’d understand that perspective. You’d know why this is necessary.”

The Alchemist glared down at Argrave with his gray eyes. He raised his hand up and shook his head as if in abject disappointment…

Then he lunged, his body exploding into thousands of ravens that hunted Argrave like missiles. The Justiciar raised his shield up and caught him, and the entire room caglow with golden light. More than a thousand chains erupted outward, catching each of the individual beasts and restraining them.

Argrave clenched his teeth together and closed his eyes. “Get him ready to be moved,” he told the Justiciar quietly.

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“Be me!” he continued to shout, again and again, as desperately as if he was watching someone he loved be murdered before his eyes while he stayed powerless. It was so hauntingly emotional that Argrave couldn’t help but feel his throat seize up in sorrow—both at what his ally had become, and the simple emotion in that voice of his.

But in perhaps a minute, the Justiciar utilized Law’s power to force all of the Alchemist into that tiny compartment. Then, he placed his shield flush against its surface and twisted the handle. Metal fused with metal, locking the Alchemist—and the Smiling Raven, as well—away. The room went silent. The Justiciar grabbed the handle of the box and pulled it away, setting it down in the center of the now-dark room. A simple cube with a handle, containing one of the most dangerous individuals in the world.

“Where should I take him?” The Justiciar asked.

“Just follow me. I’ve got someone for the rest.”

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Argrave watched his brother, Orion, sitting with his wife in one of the many courtyards of the Great Chu imperial palace. Her nwas Sun Li—formerly Ji Li, and daughter of the Emperor of the Great Chu. When he’d first seen her, she’d been wearing an ostentatious outfit, a pound of makeup, and enough gold in her hair to pay a king’s ransom. Now, she sat next to Orion in more casual wear without makeup or excessive ceremony. He was a giant compared to her, easily three times her weight, but she didn’t seem afraid of him as she once was.

From what Argrave could see, she was trying to teach him how to play an instrument from her homeland: a guzheng. These days, Orion spent a lot of twith his wife. He was trying to find something he enjoyed doing while fulfilling obligations he felt he had to the woman he married. Theirs had been a practical arrangement, and though most of that practicality was nullified by the death of her grandfather, Orion kept the vow he made. In this strange circumstance, neither seemed unhappy. Perhaps that was because both were trying to be the opposite.

Argrave must’ve made a noise, because Orion snapped his head over. He said a brief word to Sun Li, then jogged over to Argrave quickly. “My apologies, Your Majesty. I didn’t know you were coming. Is now the time?”

“Yeah. But maybe you can stay. I can ask one of Law’s Justiciars to help.”

“Nonsense.” Orion shook his head quickly. “This is my duty. Sun Li understands that.”

“If you’re sure,” Argrave said somberly, still thinking about that scene with the Alchemist. It wouldn’t rest in his mind.”

“I’m sure. One moment, and I shall be prepared.”

Orion walked off again, then he and Sun Li retreated into their quarters in the imperial palace. Orion had been ‘taking a break’ in the imperial palace, though truly helped in watching over Emperor Ji Meng. Patriarch Dras had assumed Argrave’s role as Grand Commandant and established his Veidimen throughout the region. The land of Veiden had most lost its population to mass migration, and now the snow elves had spread out throughout the whole of the Great Chu and Vasquer. The patriarch, together with Veid, had made the Veidimen into excellent peacekeepers. Indeed, there was peace—or as close as they had cto it, at least. Though still insular, refusing to intermarry significantly, they cooperated and traded with the locals wherever possible. They were the pioneers of trade routes between the kingdom and the empire, their longships carrying goods across continents. With most of the world in order, they could afford to.

Argrave knew this was but the calm before the storm, though.

“Is something amiss, Argrave?”

He turned his head to see Emperor Ji Meng. The rough-hewn general had been polished back into a gem adorning the imperial court. True to his word, the emperor had continued to drink Ebonice tea, totally divesting himself of any magic. He barely had any hand in politics—public ceremonies, nothing more. He was a puppet, through and through, and even reveled in that role. The only iron hand he still had was over his family. That family included the Zen family, now.

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Argrave shook his head in response to the emperor’s question. “No. Nothing’s wrong. We’ll be gone, soon.”

“Don’t sound too smug.” Argrave straightened his back.

“Why not? I chose correctly,” Ji Meng continued, without dropping a hint of smugness. “I said it’d turn alright if I submitted to you, and then you killed two ancient gods. I have to say, the smartest choice I made. Now, I have all the luxury with none of the fight.”

Argrave frowned. “Just don’t get fat. It’ll be hard to parade you as the glorious emperor if you’re being carried on a palisade creaking beneath your ample girth.”

The emperor only laughed, and Orion walked back up to Argrave. “Ready,” he declared.

“Great. You’ll be carrying a box—it’s extremely heavy,” he explained to his brother.

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Argrave watched that crack in the sky far above. There, Kirel Qircassia licked his wounds. Argrave couldn’t say how damaged he was, but with Law and hundreds of others gods clamoring to kick down his door, it was safe to say his day was done. It was just the bright, brilliant distraction the whole world needed for Argrave to slip out, seeking Lindon.

Their crew was small. Argrave, Elenore, Orion, and Rook. Rook was nigh strong enough to be called an ancient god, but he hadn’t yet been tested enough to wear that title confidently. Whatever Lindon attempted, if anything, Rook would surely be enough to handle.

Argrave looked at the golden cube in Orion’s hand, then turned to the portal Raccomen had constructed here in the Great Chu. Infinite realms awaited, and with Raccomen’s permission, they’d be travelling to a place where Lindon was said to dwell.

“Alright, let’s—"

Argrave was about to take a step forward, but then something entered his head. A thought that was neither fully his, nor an interjection like Elenore’s. It was foreign, yet at the stime, it was somewhat familiar.

“Well…” said the voice, deep and rich and full. “You’ve been thinking abouta great deal. An honor, for one so famous to spend so much of his ton me. And these musings of yours… they’re so unusual. Such a rich tapestry of things that shouldn’t exist.”

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Argrave tensed up. There was only one nthat cto mind—Lindon. And if his thoughts could reach Argrave here, in the heart of Vasquer, it began to make sense why Erlebnis’ file was so thin. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt

“Mmm… yes, I’ll meet you. It would be rude ofto refuse my blood relative. We’re very distantly related—my niece is your ancestor, after all.”

The moment Argrave wondered what he was talking about, Lindon perceived it as a question.