Kil is the eldest in the main branch of the dynasty and the heir to a very decent land allotment. Therefore, his father tried to raise him in a harsh environment so that he would adopt strictness and obedience.
Throughout his childhood, Kil's father beat him for the slightest offense and disobedience. Supposedly to cultivate the military spirit through the language of pain. Violence is answered with violence. Therefore, having experienced pain and despair in childhood, he harbored eternal hatred and rage towards all dissenters. Especially to the commoners, who often raised riots and riots. He treats the nobles more leniently, but continues to believe that there is no one above His Eternity.
Kil was always interested in the combat use of magic and sought to study it. At the moment, he is among the top one hundred strongest combat magicians of the kingdom. They say that the service of the king personally is selected and recruited from this top, so there is very great competition among magicians in a country where the king is considered a demigod in the flesh. More recently, he began to be interested in the combat use of not only elemental magic, but also runic fillings and how runes can be used to defeat the enemy.
In general, in this world, spellcasters played the role of a business rather than a scientific activity. Useful charms were introduced into weapons, armor, accessories, not only household magic, but also very destructive and most often useful charms.
Outside the window of the reserved seat, the landscapes of the spring season spread out. Keel wearily watched the running fields of various crops, while the sounds of the beating of steel wheels on the rails of the locomotive were made. Peasant people, after the end of winter, actively left cities and villages to start cultivating fields. In the sky, the clouds moved to the beat of the wind.
In addition to Kil, there were also several elderly people on the train, who looked well-groomed and neat. Someone was reading newspapers with a headline about another terrorist attack and purges, someone was talking and drinking expensive coffee with snacks that were provided to passengers. Not many peasants could afford to travel by train, a maximum of wagons on driven farmhands. He still had a couple of hours to get to the capital, so Kil continued to drive alone until one woman came to a nearby place and asked.
- Excuse me, can I sit down here and keep you company?
Kil tore his gaze away from the windowscapes, his gaze fell on a young blonde girl dressed in average-looking clothes, not quite peasant, but not refined noble either. She was smiling slightly, although there was a hint of caution in her green eyes, which did not leak from the Inquisitor's observant gaze.
- Please. Aren't you from these parts? - such a light shade of hair was quite rare even for nobles.
- Yes, I came from across the sea. her accent betrayed her foreignness. There was no point in trying to lie to her, she was communicating with an Inquisitor - a master of combat magic and torture cases. - Please forgive my manners, my name is Sonna. - Kil drew attention to the name not mentioned, or its absence.
- Kil. Kil Mort. I wonder what kind of business a foreigner might have in the capital? Keel continued to probe the ground, as he usually did at his job.
- Is this an interrogation?
- Oh, don't pay attention, it's a working habit. - Kil began to compare the facts: appearance, accent, surname, clothes, suspicious visit to the capital. Of course, this may be the good old paranoia, developed by professional sleepless nights.
Then the passengers did not realize that there were two opposites sitting on the train, two monsters of their own business. The way Sonna played all the cards, he literally didn't find out anything about her, even the name may be fake, but she found out his name, dynasty, job, maybe character. The Inquisitor's uniform was more for instilling fear, and everyone knows how unique it is.
- However, I would like to warn you, be careful in the capital. I have to bow out on this. - Sonna got up from her seat and got out of the car.
"What the hell was that? What kind of games?"Kil understood that it wasn't that simple. This is a warning... is there really something planned in the capital? Is she connected to the rebels? She should be arrested and interrogated.
Kil followed into the carriage into which the guest, most likely named by a fake name, had gone. However, he did not see anyone in the next car, even when he questioned the people sitting next to him, it did not give any result. All as one - there was no one.
Perhaps he was already surrounded by the enemy. Perhaps a terrorist attack was planned on the train, where the main goal was bringing the rebels one headache - Kil Mort. There was the sound of footsteps on the roof and it dawned on him. The roof of the wagons! It was impossible to see what was happening on the roof, so you need to climb on it. The train was moving at high speed, but there was no time to stop the driver's demand. Kil opened the emergency hatch and climbed up a metal vertical ladder. He kept wondering why the passengers hadn't seen Sonna.
The train continued to move, fields and meadows, forests and thickets flashed by at high speed. Kil saw several suspicious individuals who were installing some kind of charge on the next car. They saw him and exchanged glances. Two men dressed in gray robes and wore rag masks covering half of their faces. Sonna wasn't here, but something suggested that she was with them for one thing.
"As an authorized Inquisitor, I am forced to detain you on suspicion of committing a terrorist act. One man nodded to the other, and he stepped forward, showing a clear intention not to give up. The second continued to install the charge on the roof of the car.
- Let's do it in a bad way. - Kil thought about it and realized that there was no time to evacuate the passengers. It is necessary to create a hype and panic so that they run away to distant cars. The worst thing was ignorance of the opponent, maybe that magician, or maybe a simple swordsman. Kil continued to wonder at their plan, blowing up a train with nobles is an unheard-of crime.
Two silhouettes stood on the roof of the carriage, a black cloak with the phoenix emblem was intensively developing in the wind. Gray Hoodie took action first and sent threads of the first mana through his hands into the soil around the train. The earth solidified and strengthened, then scooped up like a huge invisible bucket and soared into the air.
"So, a combat earth mage..." The keel shifted and slipped under the first flying pile. The enemy did not hold back against the inquisitor and sent even more mana into the soil around the moving train, huge chunks of earth took off and acquired an oblong shape. They tried to throw the inquisitor off the train, but they got into the car after breaking through its lining, panic began.
At this time, the passengers saw what was happening and hurried out of the car.
Kil wanted to get closer to the magician and neutralize him, but now it will be difficult without magic. As an inquisitor, he has good physical training in hand-to-hand combat, but his fire magic has been glorified and known to many in the kingdom.
"The flame of justice will consume you, you wretch! - the inquisitor sent mana into his hands, twisted it and created a fireball, released it in the direction of the terrorist. The ball hit and engulfed half of the car in flames, but the earth magician managed to put a shield of soil in front of him, she was burned and smoking.
The terrorist gesticulated with his hands, and the earth began to surround Keel, at first his legs were attached to the car like clay and glue, thereby immobilizing him. The Inquisitor managed to form a fiery arrow and released it with great speed before being engulfed by the ground from head to toe. It flew past the earth mage.
- Ha! Missed! - the muffled voice of the terrorist, looking at the earthen cage for the inquisitor, rang out. Then the magician suspected something and turned around. The terrorist did not even have time to scream, as a stream of fiery mana pierced his heart. Seeing his comrade burned to the ground, the earth mage panicked because the charge was not ready yet. The charred body moved from its place above the moving stream of wind and flew off the train, crashing on the rocks.
The previously sealed earthen cage, although it was strong, but under the pressure of the increasing heat, it began to crumble and weaken. In a second, a huge heat poured out of the cage, and it shattered in a fit of the inquisitor's rage. The terrorist jerked with fright when she revealed the body of a burning demon in a human shell, who had escaped from the very underworld.
His face, hair and hands are covered in flames. He wanted to destroy the terrorist, but also interrogate him afterwards. Finally, the driver, belatedly, but still, stopped the locomotive, reducing the traction of the car. The terrorist tried to resist, but flew off the train and landed on the levitating ground.
- Well, it was nice to talk, but I have to go. - the terrorist wanted to retreat and rushed into the sky, somewhere parallel to the train.
- You can't escape anywhere - a huge fire wave broke out towards the earth mage and knocked him down, frying him a little.
The Inquisitor was forced to catch his body, otherwise he would have crashed to his death from a height of ten meters. Rags and even his land did not save the terrorist from burns of the third and even fourth degree. His face and part of his hair were toasted. Here it is, the price of resistance and extremism.