Chapter 76: ~Audience.~ (2/2)

I follow with hasty steps and a procession of guards joins in behind us.

“Call the Nation of Mist! We need their ships. And get every magician you can find and enlist them into the army. This time we will have a full scale mobilization. And activate the fleet!” The armour walks towards a balcony and steps outside.

“Wait! Fleet!? What fleet?” I follow it.

“Our fleet.” The armour waves his hand across the sky and dozens, hundreds of silver ships appear out of nowhere in the sky above the city of mirrors. They seem to be made out of silver and their hulls are smooth and polished. They are blinking, blinding me by reflecting the sun off their hulls.

“What?” My mind isn't able to absorb the scene in front of me.

Then the armour waves his hand again and the fleet disappears. “We are building them in secret facilities and hide them with optical concealment spells. They are Mislow's ultimate answer to anyone who manages to set foot on our soil.”

I gape at the gigantic breach on regulations regarding technology. “Heretic! Do you know what you did!? Why wasn't this reported to the academy?”

The armour places its hands on the parapet. “We defend ourselves. Against foes from outside and within! The Academy has fallen and the Inquisition is a homeless bunch of terrorists. So there is no need to hide any more.”

“Who do you think you are!? I am the hero of the gods!” I scream at the heretic and summon a holy sword of light in my right hand.

Suddenly the armour blurs and my hand is gripped. It squeezes down on me with unbelievable strength until I have no other choice than to unsummon my sword of light. Blood is oozing through the bandages on my hand. “Stupid fanatic, there is only one truth! And that's the truth you find with your own mind. Do you really think that a hero is more than another chess piece for the gods?”

My hand is twisted until I am on my knees. It feels like fighting wouldn't gain me anything now. I am inside the capital and there is a fucking huge fleet above my head.

The armour lets go of my hand. “Choose now. Follow our fleet into battle with your Inquisition, or die here in vain.”

Rage is building up inside me. The wish to destroy Mislow comes to my mind, but then I look at the invisible fleet above me and smile. Not yet. The heretics can kill each other, then I'll clean up the rest.

“What are your orders?”

***Floating somewhere above the Sea of God***

***Lidith***

“You guys are using underhanded cheap tricks! First you deceive me with those puppets and then you send all forces you can muster against me.” I pout my lips and roll my dice.

“A fifteen. There is nothing decisive she could do with that.” Aneth shrugs his shoulders. Wynne and Charon nod with bored expressions.

“But there is!” I grin and place my ticket of free talking on the table. Everyone is looking at me with strange expression.

“~How fortunate that all my important heroes are in one place! So I can freely talk about everything I know.~”

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