The next morning dawned crisp and clear, a cool breeze sweeping through the streets of Vienna. Alberth stood on the balcony of the Red Flames' guildhouse, watching as the city stirred to life. Merchants opened their shops, children laughed as they ran along cobblestone paths, and the scent of fresh bread wafted from nearby bakeries.
Seraph joined him, leaning against the railing. "They're inspired," she said, nodding toward the recruits practicing in the courtyard below.
"As they should be," Alberth replied. "They'll need that inspiration in the days to come."
She glanced at him thoughtfully. "Do you think it will come to that again?"
He sighed. "The world is ever-changing. Peace is a fragile thing. But if it does, we will be ready."
A knock sounded at the door behind them. "Enter," Alberth called.
A young messenger stepped in, bowing respectfully. "Captain Alberth, a summons from Lord Raimon."
Alberth took the sealed letter, breaking the wax emblem. His eyes scanned the contents quickly.
"What's the news?" Seraph inquired.
"A meeting of the city's leaders," he replied. "This afternoon at the council hall."
The council hall was a grand structure, its walls adorned with tapestries depicting the history of the Flower family and the city of Vienna. Alberth entered alongside other guild leaders, merchants, and noble representatives.
At the head of the chamber stood Lord Raimon Flower, his presence commanding yet approachable. His eyes reflected wisdom beyond his years, and a quiet strength emanated from him.
"Welcome," Lord Raimon began, his voice carrying effortlessly through the hall. "I have gathered you all to discuss matters of importance to our fair city."
He spoke of trade agreements, infrastructure projects, and the continued growth of Vienna. But as the meeting progressed, Alberth sensed an undercurrent of tension.
"Lastly," Lord Raimon said, his tone grave, "there have been reports of disturbances along our borders. Isolated incidents, but concerning nonetheless."
Murmurs rippled through the assembly.
"We cannot be complacent," he continued. "Our prosperity makes us a target. I ask for your cooperation in strengthening our defenses and ensuring the safety of our people."
Alberth stood. "You have the full support of the Red Flames, my lord. We stand ready to serve."
"Thank you, Captain Alberth," Lord Raimon acknowledged with a nod. "Your commitment is appreciated."
After the council adjourned, Alberth approached Lord Raimon. "My lord, may I have a moment?"
"Of course," Raimon replied, gesturing for him to walk alongside.
They strolled through the gardens adjacent to the hall, the scent of blooming flowers mingling with the crisp air.
"I wanted to express my gratitude," Alberth began. "Not just for today, but for all you've done. Vienna is a beacon, and it's because of your leadership."
Raimon smiled modestly. "I am but one man, doing what I can for the betterment of all."
"Even so," Alberth insisted, "your actions inspire us. My men and I—we owe you our lives."
Raimon paused, turning to face him. "You fought bravely that night, Captain. Vienna stands because of the courage of many."
Alberth nodded. "Still, I wish to reaffirm our oath. The Red Flames are at your service, now and always."
Raimon extended his hand. "I am honored to have your loyalty."
They clasped forearms—a warrior's handshake, solidifying their pact.
Returning to the guildhouse, Alberth gathered his men in the main hall. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation.
"Listen well," he announced. "The times ahead may test us once more. Lord Raimon has called upon us to aid in securing Vienna's future."
The recruits exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and nerves.
"We've faced darkness before," Alberth continued. "And we prevailed because we stood together. Honor, courage, unity—these are not just words. They are the pillars of our strength."
Seraph stepped forward. "We will begin intensive training immediately. Those of you with specialized skills will be assigned accordingly."
Alberth's gaze swept over them. "This is our home. Our friends and families depend on us. Let us show the world that the Red Flames burn brighter than any shadow."
A resounding cheer erupted from the assembled mercenaries.
In the weeks that followed, the city buzzed with activity. Fortifications were reinforced, patrols increased, and preparations made discreetly to avoid causing alarm among the populace.
Alberth trained alongside his men, pushing them to hone their skills. Sparring matches were frequent, each bout a test of skill and endurance.
One afternoon, as the sun cast long shadows across the training grounds, Alberth faced off against Jorin.
"Show me what you've learned," Alberth challenged, drawing his blade.
Jorin nodded, determination etched on his face. He moved swiftly, striking with a combination of attacks.
Alberth parried effortlessly. "Good. Your form has improved."
Jorin pressed on, attempting a feint followed by an upward slash. Alberth sidestepped, tapping the flat of his sword against Jorin's shoulder.
"Remember to watch your opponent's center of gravity," Alberth advised. "Anticipate their movements."
Panting, Jorin grinned. "You're a hard man to hit, Captain."
"Experience," Alberth replied with a wink. "You'll get there."
That evening, Alberth found himself wandering the streets, observing the city he had come to love. Lanterns lit the pathways, and the sounds of music and laughter drifted from taverns.
He paused near the central plaza, where a statue stood—a tribute to the defenders of Vienna. It depicted a knight astride a Frisian horse, sword raised high. The plaque read:
"To those who stood against the darkness, whose valor kept the light alive."
"Reflecting, Captain?" a voice asked.
Alberth turned to see Seraph approaching. "Just appreciating what we have."
She nodded. "It's remarkable, isn't it? How far we've come."
"Indeed," he agreed. "Sometimes I wonder what might have been if we hadn't chosen to stay."
"Regrets?"
"None," Alberth said firmly. "This is where we belong."
As they walked back to the guildhouse, Seraph spoke softly. "Do you ever think about the future?"
"Often," he admitted. "I think about what legacy we'll leave behind. Stories to inspire those who come after us."
She smiled. "You're already a legend to some."
He chuckled. "Let's hope it's for the right reasons."
They reached the guildhouse steps, the sounds of camaraderie spilling out from within.
"Rest well," Alberth said. "Tomorrow, we continue."
"Good night, Captain."
In his quarters, Alberth sat by the window, the city's lights twinkling like stars fallen to earth. He thought of the challenges that lay ahead, of the uncertainties that shadowed the horizon.
But he also thought of the unwavering spirit of Vienna's people, of Lord Raimon's steadfast leadership, and of the unbreakable bonds forged in the crucible of battle.
Drawing his sword, he laid it across his knees—a symbol of his duty and his honor.
"Whatever comes," he murmured, "we will face it with courage."
He closed his eyes, the weight of responsibility settling comfortably upon his shoulders. Sleep came easily, filled with dreams not of past horrors, but of a future shaped by their own hands.