101 Chapter 29 - Bishop to D4 (1/2)
”Where are we going?” Jack asked, ”This is not the way to the cathedral.”
Jack could literally see the new cathedral being built in the distance. It would dwarf the old version more than ten times over when completed, entire roads requisitioned to become highways of materials, magical supplies, and manpower. The whole damned Kingdom had donated to its reconstruction, but even that shouldn't have been enough gold for this.
At this rate, it would rival the Royale Palace in grandeur - a palace that his handlers of the Nameless Legion were steering Jack towards. Jack closed his mouth as they approached the steps to the Royale Palace, more of a grand fortress whose white walls dominated the Alandrian capital.
”Who wants to see me?” Jack whispered, the warriors of the Nameless Legion continuing to ignore him. Why would they answer, when they recognised only the One and his pet Templars as their masters?
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”That's far enough,” Phillip said as Jack was brought before a pair of Royale Guards who cross spears before the entrance to the Royale Palace. Each was seven-foot-tall, utterly still, the eyes beneath their helmets glowing bright gold.
Phillip stood behind them.
”Let him through, the Legion can wait outside.”
Steel rasped as the spears pulled apart, the Nameless Legion growing tense. Under all that unmarked iron armour Jack could feel the anger in their aura, the suspicion. Hands went to holsters, but not one dared to draw forth their weapon before one of the One's Inquisitors.
”This son of the Three is under our protection. We have orders not to relinquish his custody, to anyone,” the Nameless Captain said, wearing the exact same plate as his men, face hidden by dull iron.
”Captain, I am an Inquisitor. I do not have to explain myself to you, now kindly wait outside.”
He had him there, Jack knew the Nameless Legion inside and out after having grown up through their ranks. He knew better than any of the trials they faced in life.
”I swear on the Three to return to you, Captain. My business with the One can resume then,” because while Jack was loathed to interact with the royale family, he at least was well enough aware of what Phillip could do to him if he fell out of favour. Jack was walking a fine line, with bottomless darkness on either side. If he wanted to save the people of this land, then he'd have to continue to be careful with every step.
Staring beneath the mask, Jack caught a hint of blue in that smouldering faceplate. Those eyes were like little lakes, and closing them, the Captain stepped back.
”Thank you, captain. Jack, hurry up now, we have an appointment that cannot wait,” Phillip turned and began marching down the hall of white stone, Jack hurrying after him. He felt awkward leaving the Captain behind, the man not at fault. He was simply too low of rank to impose the proper order of things.
”Right here, one hour!” The captain shouted, Jack, smiling as he nodded.
”One hour,” Jack said, knowing full well there was nothing to hold him to that. The Captain knew it too, and yet nonetheless he stood rigid, his Nameless Legionaries behind him taking positions to the side of the staircase.