The name's Gustaf. I'm a humble information broker living in the
city of Ars, capital of the Kingdom of Asura.
When I say "humble," that doesn't mean I've got a low opinion of
myself. It's fair to say I'm damn good at what I do, in fact. For the right
price, I can find out anything you want to know about anything that took
place inside Asura's borders.
One day not too long ago, I happened to catch wind of a certain rumor.
It went something like this: The Second Princess Ariel Asura had been
murdered by unknown assailants while en route to enroll at the Ranoa
University of Magic.
Clever boy that I am, I quickly realized that this bit of "news" was
being deliberately spread around the city by Prince Grabel, Ariel's most bitter
rival.
About a month earlier, Ariel had left Ars, ostensibly to go study
abroad. Her departure had been a quiet one. Given her popularity with the
citizens of the capital, any attempt at a grand farewell parade might have
gotten totally out of hand. This, supposedly, was why she'd slipped out of the
city in secret. Her retinue, including both guards and attendants, numbered
only seventeen. This was a very small escort for a royal princess. But since it
included both the infamous playboy Luke Notos Greyrat and the highly
conspicuous bodyguard known as "Silent Fitz," my information network
quickly brought me news of their departure.
By that point, of course, rumors were already proliferating that Ariel
had been sent into exile after losing a power struggle in the royal court. And
now, a few short weeks later, we had this new piece of hearsay making the
rounds.
If the princess truly had been assassinated, the word had gotten around
very quickly. It would be one thing if there was some witness who could
name the perpetrators, but instead, we had "unknown assailants" and an anonymous source. The fact that such a flimsy rumor was spreading around
town so quickly seemed proof enough that it was being spread deliberately.
As a professional purveyor of accurate information, I was tempted to
dig around and uncover the truth. However, the last thing I wanted was to
catch the attention of whichever scheming noble was responsible for this
situation, so I decided to keep myself in the dark on this one.
However…a little while after the rumor of Ariel's death had begun to
spread, a certain individual paid me a visit.
This man knew of me, and my reputation as a first-rate information
broker. And I recognized him as a retainer of Pilemon Notos Greyrat, leader
of Princess Ariel's faction among the nobility. His main role was to provide
his lord with up-to-date intelligence. Of course, he came to see me in disguise
and gave a false name, but he might as well not have bothered.
He seemed to regard me as a suspicious character at first, and spoke to
me in a pretty condescending way. When I finally told him I knew exactly
who he was, though, he bowed his head to me and presented me with a job
offer.
Specifically, he wanted me to find out if Princess Ariel was really
dead.
That came as one hell of a surprise, honestly. I never would have
guessed that Ariel's own allies had lost all contact with her faction and didn't
even know if she was safe. Even a clever boy like me can get a bit
bamboozled now and then. I'd initially chosen to steer clear of this whole
mess…but I decided to take the job anyway.
Why, you might ask?
Well, because the money was damn good, of course.
***
I started off by retracing Princess Ariel's steps.
After leaving the capital, her party had traveled straight north, in the
direction of Ranoa. I'd considered the possibility that she'd fled in a totally different direction after spreading lies about enrolling at the University of
Magic, but that didn't seem to be the case.
As I followed Ariel's trail and gathered information, it soon became
clear that a group of pursuers had been hounding her. Some people reported
seeing suspicious black-clad characters right around the time the princess'
party was passing through their town, and Ariel seemed to have lost an escort
or two by the time she reached the next town along her route.
This wasn't unexpected, though. If the trip had gone smoothly, her
allies back home wouldn't have been frantically looking to get word of her
safety.
Despite losing one guard after another, Ariel nonetheless pushed
steadily northward. With her retinue reduced to ten, she finally reached the
checkpoint at the northern border. This was a solid, well-guarded facility that
pressed up against a large forest just south of the valley known as the Red
Wyrm's Upper Jaw.
Here, I was able to obtain a useful bit of eyewitness testimony from a
man who remembered Ariel's arrival very clearly.
Border Control Officer
Smily Gatlin's Statement
I was in a lousy mood that day. Not that it was any different from any
other day, in that respect. After all, at the time I felt my job was totally
beneath me.
Hmm? What's my job exactly, you ask? Well, it's mostly tedious
busywork. I check the passes of travelers seeking to leave Asuran territory.
Sometimes, I might search them or their belongings for contraband. But, of
course, the vast majority of those passing through this checkpoint are either
adventurers, mercenaries, or merchants who want to do business up north for
some strange reason. Most of the merchants have valid passes, and the
adventurers are permitted to simply use their Guild cards instead.
Mercenary bands and first-time travelers need to go through a formal inspection process before their passes can be issued, but that's not my job. I
simply direct them to a different officer. And unless you're some sort of
notorious criminal or something, you usually get your documents soon
enough. We're not too strict about these things on this side of the checkpoint.
Far more people want to enter Asura than to leave it, after all.
Technically, I'm also responsible for stopping criminals who try to
cross the border using falsified documents, but the rough stuff isn't my
department, either. The soldiers deal with problems of that nature.
As I said before, however, it typically isn't very hard to get a pass
unless you're a major criminal. People of that ilk are typically on the wanted
list. Rather than risk visiting a checkpoint, they usually turn to smugglers to
get them across the border. And of course, hunting down and eradicating
smuggling rings isn't in my job description, either.
I found my work painfully dull and completely unrewarding. No matter
how hard I tried, I knew I would never earn any recognition here. The
thought of growing old in this place made me utterly miserable.
It didn't help that I wasn't on the friendliest of terms with the soldiers
who were essentially my coworkers. I regarded them as imbeciles, and they
thought of me as a pathetic pansy with an oversized ego. The fact that our
chains of command were completely separate only made things worse.
I was a man who'd graduated from a prestigious aristocratic academy
in the capital. My talents were clearly being wasted in this backwater…or so I
sincerely believed, at the time.
Princess Ariel's party arrived at about noon, as I recall.
At first, all I saw was a luxurious two-seater carriage accompanied by
seven guards on foot. Counting the driver up front and the two potential
passengers inside, it seemed to be a group of ten in total.
My initial thought was that an aristocrat was engaging in some sort of
sightseeing expedition. However, this was the border of the Kingdom.
Beyond this checkpoint lay only the dangerous foreign lands known as the
Northern Territories, plagued by snow and monsters. Nobles did sometimes
pass through on their way to far-off places, but they would always bring at
least three carriages and twenty guards or more. Perhaps you could make do with less if you hired an elite band of adventurers, but this party didn't strike
me as a group of battle-hardened warriors. All of them were dressed for the
road, but some were clearly not accustomed to long journeys, and others
looked rather scrawny for bodyguards.
Perhaps it wasn't a sightseeing trip, then. Was it possible they had
some business at this checkpoint itself? You could never discount the
possibility of an incognito inspection from some high-ranked lord.
For the time being, I decided to proceed as usual. "May I see your pass,
please?"
"Here you are."
The response to my inquiry came from a young man standing at the
very head of the group. He was remarkably handsome, even to my eyes, but
there were clear signs of exhaustion on his face. In particular, the dark circles
under his eyes stood out.
It was at this moment that I first sensed there might be something odd
going on here.
There were no issues with the pass itself. It was a genuine document
issued by the Kingdom of Asura, stamped with a valid Notos family mark.
Everything was perfectly in order. I would normally have waved them
through the gate without a second thought.
But something about the handsome young man's face made me
hesitate. I could have sworn I'd seen it somewhere before. In hindsight, this
was because he was Luke Notos Greyrat, the famous guardian knight of
Princess Ariel. I suppose I couldn't place him because I'd never seen him at
such close range before.
In any case, I made it a professional habit to detain anyone who
seemed vaguely familiar to me. Most of the faces I'd recently committed to
memory came from depictions of wanted criminals, after all. "My apologies,
but may I take a look at the inside of your carriage?"
At my words, a number of soldiers who'd been standing around the
checkpoint moved to block off the exits. We weren't on the friendliest of
terms, true, but they always performed their duties at times like these. Several
of the guards around the carriage grew visibly tense at this development. I
stiffened slightly myself, wondering if I really was dealing with some gang of bandits.
The handsome young man shook his head slowly. "Due to certain
extraordinary circumstances, the passenger within must have complete
privacy."
There was no way that was going to fly, of course.
When I repeated my demand in somewhat harsher terms, the young
man's face contorted into a bitter grimace. A number of his companions—the
ones who seemed more accustomed to travel, specifically—also glared at me
and put their hands on the swords they carried. Their movements weren't as
quick as those of master warriors, but I had the feeling they'd experienced
their fair share of combat.
In particular, the white-haired, short-statured boy who stood right
behind the handsome leader was actually quite intimidating. The only
weapon he carried was a small rod of the sort beginners used to practice basic
magic, but something about the way he held himself suggested that he was a
truly lethal fighter with the wariness of a seasoned veteran. I suppose he must
have been that "Silent Fitz" character. I don't think I've ever been so
frightened of a boy less than half my age.
My experience told me that a group like this could cause significant
harm to our garrison. Should I order the soldiers to seize them now, or was
there some other option?
As I hesitated, someone spoke from within the carriage. "Stop this,
Luke."
It was a voice like gold. The sound of it turned my brain to mush.
There was something almost hypnotic about it, I believe. In that moment, I
truly wanted to listen to it forever.
It was a voice I'd heard once before—a voice I recognized.
I'd heard it ten years earlier, at my academy's graduation ceremony in
the capital, as a certain personage offered a speech of congratulations to our
valedictorian. Brief as that address had been, I'd never forgotten it. Never.
Back then, I think nearly every single graduate in that room had cursed
themselves for not having studied harder.
"These men are simply being diligent in their duties."
When the door of that carriage opened, I felt a great shiver run down
my spine.
I couldn't have forgotten her if I tried.
I remembered clearly, even now, the young princess who'd attended
our graduation ceremony as an honored guest. I remembered the joy I'd felt
at the prospect of serving her and serving this kingdom. I remembered how
privileged I'd felt to be joining this proud country's ranks.
I'll remember her until the day I die.
"M-my apologies, Your Highness…"
Even as a child, that golden-haired princess had been dazzlingly
beautiful, and now she stood before me far lovelier than before. I went down
on one knee instantly, without conscious thought.
There was no doubt about it whatsoever. This was the Second Princess
of the Kingdom of Asura, Ariel Anemoi Asura—the most beloved member of
the royal family, who regularly appeared at events around the capital and
advocated for its citizens. Many of the soldiers stationed here had likely at
least caught a glimpse of her from a distance at some point in the past. But
this was surely the first time any of us had seen her at such close range.
"There's no need for that. As I recall, there's a law that no one serving
at a border post ever has to kneel in the course of their ordinary duties."
With those words, the princess stepped out of her carriage.
Nearly all of the soldiers around us had followed my example and gone
down on one knee. But as Princess Ariel pointed out, barring some sort of
special circumstances, no one on duty here was ever expected to kneel. I
don't know exactly why, but it's been that way for many, many years. Since
starting at this place, I've never kneeled to anyone, no matter what their rank.
This was also the first time I'd seen any of the soldiers do so. And no one had
ever rebuked or challenged us on that.
But of course, the fact that it wasn't required didn't mean it was
forbidden. We stayed as we were, and bowed our heads toward Ariel. It
simply felt like what we ought to do.
"P-Princess Ariel, I…feel it is my duty to ask…why you've come to a
border crossing such as this with such a small retinue."
"You weren't told anything in advance?"
I knew there had to be something strange going on here, of course, and
when I searched my memory based on what Ariel said, an event from about a
month before this flashed through my mind.
The individual in overall command of this checkpoint was not myself,
of course, nor was it my direct superior, the Senior Border Control Officer. It
was a noble who also served as the mayor of a nearby town, the closest place
where travelers could find lodgings. The man could go months without
showing his face here, but he'd ride over to give us a few orders when he felt
the need.
On his last visit, he'd told us: "Within the next few months, a certain
very noble personage may pay us a visit here." Based on the phrase "noble
personage," I'd imagined this would involve dozens of carriages surrounded
by swarms of attendants, so I hadn't even remembered the incident until I
actually saw the princess.
"I was told that a very noble personage might be coming, yes…"
"And was that all you were told?"
Her question brought my memory of that moment into clearer focus.
The man had, in fact, continued: "This personage will most likely be seeking
to cross the border and flee to the north. However, you mustn't allow this.
Find a reason to hold their party back, and keep them waiting in town for
several days."
I'd been ordered not to let her through. To stop her here.
In other words, to ensure her death.
This wasn't the first time we'd received an order of this sort. It was
relatively common for nobles who'd blundered badly in the capital to try and
flee north, and in such cases, the commander would give us similar
directions. Sometimes we were told to let them through, and they'd make it
safely to the north. But sometimes we were told to delay them for a while,
and they would inevitably "go missing" in the forest just past the border.
I was born and raised in the capital, but I'm a commoner by birth. I
know precious little about the royal court and its factions. Of course, I'm
aware that the nobility as a whole is constantly embroiled in vicious struggles for power. I could tell that my superior wasn't dooming certain fugitives in
exchange for money, much less at random. Those who lived no doubt
belonged to his faction of the aristocracy, while those who died were loyal to
his enemies.
This lovely young princess had lost a fight against the allies of my
supervisor, and was now on the run. That seemed the most likely possibility
by far.
"What's the matter? Answer me."
For a moment, I was lost in thought.
It would be easy enough to smile brightly and reply "No. I was simply
told to treat you with the utmost courtesy. However, there appear to be some
slight irregularities with your pass. It might take a little time to sort this out,
so could you please come back tomorrow?" That was how I'd always done
this in the past. Finding some minor detail to justify delaying her wouldn't
pose me any difficulty.
But at the same time, I wondered if that was what I ought to do.
What was the purpose of the work I did here, at this dull border
posting?
I certainly wasn't "serving my country" in any appreciable way. The
very idea was preposterous. Not once in all the time I'd spent on the job had
such a thought even crossed my mind.
And yet, for all my cynicism, there had been one solitary moment in
my life when I'd felt some genuine patriotic zeal. As I told you earlier, that
was at my graduation ceremony, when I first laid eyes on Princess Ariel. On
that day, I'd truly thought of myself as one small part of a proud, great
country. The thought of serving it, and her, had brought me joy.
Now that I'd recalled those feelings, I had to ask myself: Was I really
willing to step back and leave this young princess to her fate?
The answer was immediate and decisive. I felt no need to hesitate. "I
was told to stop that noble personage here, and ensure they spent several days
waiting at the nearby town."
All of the princess' guards reacted visibly to these words, but Ariel
herself remained totally calm and unperturbed. "I see. What do you intend to do, then?"
"Nothing in particular."
"You're not going to carry out your orders? No matter how strange
they may be, ignoring them could get your head chopped off."
I couldn't help but chuckle softly at the bluntness of her words. "My
orders, miss? Not sure what you're talking about. I've never heard of any
'very noble personage' heading to a foreign country with a single shabby
horse-cart and fewer than ten guards."
"Oh?"
"At the moment, I'm just dealing with a rather pompous young lady
whose name I don't even know. Would you mind telling me who you are,
incidentally?"
Princess Ariel laughed in what sounded like genuine amusement.
Perhaps she was enjoying this farce nearly as much as I was. "I am Ariel
Canalusa. The only child of a low-rank noble, as it happens."
"Very well then, Miss Canalusa. What brings you to the north?"
"I'm traveling to Ranoa to enroll in the University of Magic."
"Is that so? Well, I see no issues with your pass, so please move on
through. Safe travels to you."
"Thank you."
With a small, graceful, and unmistakably royal bow, Princess Ariel
stepped back into her carriage. The driver got the horses moving
immediately, and her guards hurried forward alongside, looking somewhat
nonplussed.
"Now then. Who's next in line?"
As these words left my mouth, I realized that a number of eyes were
now fixed on me. In fact, virtually every soldier in the area was looking my
way.
I found myself wondering if I'd been too hasty about this.
All of these men were faithful to their duties. They weren't like me—
they were dimwitted fighters who'd been trained in the capital to obey orders
absolutely, without so much as a second thought. While they were technically under my command at this checkpoint, at the end of the day I belonged to a
completely different department. It was perfectly possible that their own
superiors had directly ordered them not to let Ariel pass through. In that case,
my disobedience would have consequences for them as well. Since Princess
Ariel was such a high-priority target, it wouldn't be at all surprising if their
officers had sent word to the rank-and-file that she might be coming.
I steeled myself as best I could. It seemed plausible that these men
would beat me black and blue before exposing what I had done. It had been
my unilateral decision to let the girl through, after all.
As I bit my lip, one of the men slowly approached me.
This was the captain of all the soldiers in the courtyard. His shoulders
were, by the way, roughly three times broader than mine.
He lifted his hand, wide and heavy as a frying pan…and then smacked
it against my back.
I staggered forward, but much to my surprise, there was barely any
pain at all.
"Nice work, buddy."
The moment their captain spoke those words, the other soldiers lifted
their fists into the air and roared with approval. A few of them actually
cheered for me.
While I only learned this later, practically all the soldiers working at
this checkpoint are loyal fans of Princess Ariel. It seems she made a habit of
showing up at military graduation ceremonies as well. Most of them had only
heard her say a few brief words before this, but I'm hardly any different in
that respect. I could understand exactly how they felt.
"Permission to speak freely, Officer Gatlin? We've all been losin' our
damn minds from frustration since they dumped us out here, but you just put
us in a good mood for the first time in ages! Ain't that right, boys?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Come to the tavern in town tonight, all right? I'm buying!"
As the captain thumped me on the back again, I felt a very peculiar
feeling wash over me. Up till a few minutes ago, I'd been thinking of these
people as…different from me on some fundamental level, you know? I'd convinced myself they were a pack of crude, unschooled thugs, not loyal
subjects of the royal family. But that wasn't the case at all. Just like me,
they'd been dumped out here in the middle of nowhere and directed to obey
some miserable bastard. Just like me, they'd been chafing at their reins.
And after I realized this…strangely enough, I actually started to feel
some pride in my work.
Ever since that day, I've been on good terms with the soldiers here, and
my job has brought me actual pleasure.
It's all thanks to Princess Ariel, without a doubt. Simply by gracing
this checkpoint with her presence, she made it a far happier place.
After this, Officer Gatlin went on a long monologue about the depth of
his adoration for Princess Ariel, which I've opted to omit.
***
Now then. As much as I enjoyed hearing Officer Gatlin praise Princess
Ariel to the high heavens, it wasn't the exact reason I was talking to him.
"Did a group of black-clad men pass through this checkpoint in pursuit of
her?"
At this question, the man's expression took a sudden turn for the
gloomy. "They weren't…exactly in pursuit of her, I believe."
"What do you mean?"
"A group of suspicious characters passed through the checkpoint
maybe three days before Princess Ariel arrived. I wasn't on duty at the time,
and only learned about them later."
This was interesting. If Ariel's enemies had crossed the border first,
they were likely waiting to ambush her as she left the country.
"Had I known, I could at least have warned her…but at this point, I can
only pray for her safety."
"I see. Thank you very much."
Office Gatlin clearly hadn't heard the rumor that the princess was
already dead. It did seem like that story had originated within the capital.
However, this alone wasn't sufficient to tell me if Ariel was alive or
dead.
I chose to keep gathering information. What I had at the moment fell
short of what I needed to complete this job.
I started with the other officers at the checkpoint, and tried a few of the
soldiers as well. Then I headed over to the nearby town and tried to find
people who looked like they crossed the border regularly.
I needed to know what happened to Ariel on the other side of that wall.
Had she made it through the forest in one piece? Or had she died there as the
rumors claimed? I ran all around town looking for someone who could give
me the answer…and eventually found myself a certain young merchant with
a story to tell.
Bruno the Merchant's Statement
That day, I was busy bringing my wares south to Asura, just like
always. I'd come down through the Red Wyrm's Upper Jaw, and was
following the single road that runs through the Wyrm's Whiskers… Huh?
Oh, right. Yeah, that's what everyone around here calls the forest up north. I
dunno who came up with it, though.
So anyway, I was bringing down a load of…hmm. Can't really
remember what it was. Probably some pelts you can only get up there in the
Northern Territories, I guess.
What? No, it was just me.
Guards? Do I look like I've got the money to hire guards? I'm pretty
decent in a fight myself, you know. Spent some time training in the Sword
Sanctum once upon a time, as it happens. Err, what were we talking about
again?
Right, right. I was coming down through the Wyrm's Whiskers. It was
just me and my buddy Robinson.
Hm? You wanna know where he is? Heh. Out in the stables. They
don't serve donkeys in here, I'm afraid. Anyway, the two of us were making
decent time. I was in a good mood, as I recall. Business was going smoothly,
and I'd almost saved up enough dosh to buy myself a cart. Even those little
ones for donkeys let you move a lot more stuff at once, you know? That was
a real exciting prospect.
But then I heard the sound of clashing metal coming from somewhere
up ahead, and my mood sank real fast.
It wasn't just the sound. I could smell something fishy in the air. I've
been making my living as a solo merchant for a while, right? I've got a damn
good nose for danger by now.
It's always best to steer well clear of trouble, of course. But like I said,
there's only one path through the Whiskers, and I couldn't just turn back. I
decided to head out into the woods with Robinson and slip by along the side
of the road. I knew it would be smarter to just leave the donkey behind, but
Robinson's my beloved business partner, right? Couldn't risk him getting
eaten by a monster or something.
So anyway, me and him started moving along through the forest,
making sure we stayed hidden. The sound of clashing metal got louder as we
went, and I could make out people shouting, too. Robinson was a little
freaked out, but he had me with him, so he stayed nice and quiet. The two of
us have been through thick and thin together, you know?
What's that? "Enough about the donkey, just tell me what you saw?"
Man, you're one impatient guy… But sure, whatever.
When I peeked out at the scene from behind the undergrowth, the first
thing I noticed was a carriage. It wasn't that big, as carriages go. Probably
carried three people, if you counted the driver out front. Most ones that size
only take one horse, but there were two hitched to this one, so it was probably
a custom-built number.
Hmm? Oh, you wonderin' why I'm so knowledgeable about this stuff?
Well, I've been trying to decide what cart to buy for my donkey, right? The
carriage dealer gave me the rundown on his whole line, and… Okay, okay, all right. You don't have to glare at me like that, man! I'll get back on topic.
Anyway, I realized immediately that this carriage had been attacked. I
mean, it was lying on its side in the dirt, and some guys who looked like
guards were fighting a bunch of other guys in black clothes. By the time I got
there, it was seven of the boys in black facing off against four guards. Two
guards, or maybe servants, were already lying on the ground. Oh, and there
were also four girls huddled up together by the carriage, trembling somethin'
fierce. They were probably the targets of the attack.
The black-clothes guys had the numbers, but it didn't look like they
were at a huge advantage or anything. Way more of them were lying in the
dirt, after all. There must have been a dozen of them down already. I was
kinda flabbergasted, actually. Wondered what kind of morons had sent a
bunch of clumsy amateurs to do a job like this.
I had the wrong idea, though. When I looked a little more carefully, I
realized the guys in black weren't bad at all. If anything, they were more
skilled than the guards. In a clean one-on-one swordfight, those guys would
have won every single time.
Huh? You want to know how I could tell? Try paying more attention.
Like I said, I'm a better swordsman than y'might think. When I see someone
fighting, I can tell how strong they are.
Anyway, this all struck me as awful strange, so I ended up stopping to
watch the battle. And after a few seconds, I realized that this one guy on the
guards' side was seriously slick. This was a kid with white hair, right? Pretty
scrawny, and his only weapon was a beginner's magic rod. But for some
reason, he was on a totally different level from the rest.
Back in the Sword Sanctum, I saw a few guys who were on their way
to becoming Sword Saints or Kings. And let me tell you, it felt like time
moved ten times slower for them. They weren't just quick on their feet; they
could make snap judgments in the blink of an eye. This kid wasn't quite that
good, but I could tell right away that his battlefield awareness was absolutely
top-class. Whenever one of his buddies was in danger, he'd send a spell
flying at the perfect moment and save their butt.
The guy was mostly just using Beginner-tier spells, too. I think he must
have been carefully preserving his mana. He was putting in some seriously
godly work, man. Your average magician couldn't have pulled this off in a million years. You'd have to be very well-trained in a specific way to manage
anything of the sort.
From where I was, I couldn't hear him doing any chanting, either. I
think it's possible he was silent spellcasting…you know, using magic without
the incantations. Never seen it before myself, but I guess there are people out
there who can pull it off.
Anyway, it was impressive stuff. But I think the guys in black had
adapted to his style after seein' him mow down half their team. And on top of
that, it looked as if the guards were pretty damn bushed. The fight was more
even than it seemed at first glance, in other words. I felt like it was close
enough that if a single man on either side went down, that would pretty much
decide things.
Overall, though, I guess the guys in black were a bit more coordinated.
All of sudden, they changed up their whole strategy. I'm guessing they must
have signaled to each other beforehand, but I sure didn't notice.
Up till that point, they'd been going with a straightforward two-on-one
approach against the three frontline guards, with their extra man acting as a
roaming wildcard. Now all seven of them peeled off and made a beeline for
the white-haired kid.
The three swordsmen couldn't react in time. But the kid could.
Somehow keeping his focus, he instantly set off a wide-range spell that took
out two of them at once.
At that point, the guys in black scattered. Two of them kept heading for
the white-haired boy, and the other three rushed right at the girls over by the
carriage. They'd found the opportunity they needed to break through the
guards' line.
The white-haired mage still managed to react. Without even looking at
the two assassins bearing down on him, he whipped his wand over at the ones
going for the women. Unbelievable, right? Normally, you'd be more worried
about the guys about to kill you.
In the next instant, a whole bunch of things happened at once.
First, the white-haired kid let off a nasty spell that killed two of the
assassins charging at the girls. Second, two of the guards rushed in to intercept the two guys in black
who were coming for the kid. All four of 'em went down together.
And finally, the last of the men in black pulled one of the frozen,
trembling girls from the group and cut her pretty little head off.
Just a moment too late, the last of the swordsmen stabbed him from
behind. Proudly holding up the severed head of his victim, the man died with
a look of satisfaction on his face.
I'm guessing that must have been the young lady who the guards had
been fighting so hard to protect.
The five survivors just stood there in silence, totally stunned.
Understandable, right? I mean, they'd lost most of their pals and the girl they
were trying to defend.
Now that the show was over, I quietly moved along through the woods.
There was a chance the smell of blood might draw some monsters to the area,
for one thing. And I didn't really want to deal with them asking me for help.
Robinson and I made ourselves scarce in no time.
***
That was all there was to Bruno's story.
In combination with what I'd learned from Officer Gatlin, it seemed
Princess Ariel had passed safely through the checkpoint, only to be ambushed
in the woods just north of it, where the assassins took her life during a vicious
battle.
The rumors were true after all. Just as the nobles of her faction had
feared, Ariel was dead.
Still, there were a few mysteries remaining.
For example, what had become of the survivors? From what Bruno told
me, five members of the party had made it through that fight. The status of
Luke Notos Greyrat was unclear, but at the very least, Silent Fitz was still
alive. That guy really stood out in a crowd, and I hadn't heard a single word
about him heading back home to the capital. There was a chance he'd taken some roundabout route instead of the
one I followed here, but that would still have entailed crossing back over the
border first. Nobody at the checkpoint had mentioned him returning, so I had
to think he'd kept on moving north instead.
That didn't strike me as too strange, though. It would take some guts to
slink back home in disgrace after letting Princess Ariel get killed. Maybe
he'd decided it was smarter to flee to the Northern Territories instead.
It wouldn't have been too hard to find out if that was what happened if
I crossed the border and headed up there for a while, of course…but sadly,
my field of expertise is "anything that takes place inside Asura's borders."
I don't deal with international affairs.
Besides, my job here was to determine the whereabouts of Second
Princess Ariel Anemoi Asura. Her guards were outside the scope of that
assignment, so I decided to head back to the royal capital. I'm a city boy at
heart, you know? I'm never too comfortable out in the sticks.
Still, I did manage to buy some rare booze from the Northern
Territories off my new buddy Bruno. Once this job was all wrapped up, I was
going to have myself a little party.
***
You should've seen the look on the face of Pilemon's man when I
reported my findings. It felt kind of good seeing a man who dealt in
information way above my paygrade go white as a ghost over a few facts I'd
scraped together.
Anyway, the case was officially closed, and I got my pay in full.
I decided to have myself a nice celebratory dinner to savor my pile of
cash, the booze I'd bought from Bruno, and the memory of my client's face.
I headed over to my favorite bar, ordered some light food, and sat
down to relax at my usual spot. You had a real good view of the whole place
from here; it was basically my personal table at this point.
When I focused carefully, I could hear every conversation taking place
in here at once. This was one of the more useful of my many skills. If you want to make it as a top-class information broker, you can't let any tidbit of
news slip past you.
"So I hear there was a rumor going around that Princess Ariel got
killed up north, huh?"
"Yeah. It's a real shame. I was a big fan…"
"Come on, don't tell me you believe that crap."
"I mean, it's not like I want to, but…"
Someone was talking about the topic of the hour, so I glanced in that
direction. A sturdy-looking guy was drinking with a significantly older man.
Clearly, neither of them knew the truth. They were just clueless puppets,
dancing whichever way the latest rumors pulled them.
The thought put me in an even better mood. Sometimes it feels really
good to be a man who's in the know.
"Look, I'm stationed at the checkpoint up by the border, you know?"
"Of course I know that, Uncle. You just hit twenty years on the job,
right? That's why they gave you this extended leave."
"What a know-it-all. D'you know what I do in that checkpoint too?
Hm?"
"Uh, no…"
The topic seemed to be drifting away from Ariel, so I found myself
losing interest. I could see the barkeep putting the finishing touches on my
order. The case was closed anyway, right? My next job was to find the best
way to enjoy this booze.
"I work up on the lookout tower."
Well, now he'd gone and got me interested again.
"At the very top of that checkpoint, we've got this magic implement
that lets us see real far. We use it to keep an eye on the far side of the forest
to the north, right? I'm the man in charge up there."
"No kidding."
"Anyway, word got around real quick after Princess Ariel went
through the gates down below. All of my boys in the lookout crew were dying to at least get a glimpse of her, so we stared out there until our eyes
were bloodshot."
"S-so what happened? Did you see her exiting the forest?"
"Sure did. It was Princess Ariel, no doubt about it."
That can't be right, I thought to myself. Was this old soldier lying?
Could Bruno have lied, for some reason?
It didn't seem likely…but it was possible Bruno had gotten the wrong
idea. Maybe the girl that last assassin killed wasn't really Princess Ariel.
From what I'd heard, the Asuran royal family owned some fancy magic
implements that could turn someone into a perfect body double. She'd likely
used one to survive the attack.
I'd jumped to the wrong conclusion. I'd delivered faulty information.
This was not good. I needed to get firm confirmation of this story, then tell
my client the truth…
"Enjoy, bud." The barkeep dropped my food off at my table.
There was a plate of steaming hot grub in front of me, and next to it, a
bottle of rare booze you almost never saw in Ars.
"…Ah, to hell with it." I'd half-risen from my seat, but chose to plop
back down into it. If the princess was actually alive and enrolled at the Ranoa
University of Magic, the truth would get around sooner or later. The last
thing I needed was some stuck-up noble asking me for a refund, so I'd just
have to leave the capital in a bit.
Seriously, though… Who would have thought the lookouts in that
tower could have seen her from that distance? Even a clever boy like me
overlooks a few things now and again, I guess.
In the end, the information broker known as Gustaf provided his client
with misleading information.
As a direct result, Pilemon Notos Greyrat, the foremost member of the
Ariel faction, was compelled to make a painful choice that left him in
something of a predicament…but that's a story for a much later time.
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END OF VOLUME 5