their nobles?
Their dependents, peons or whatever is probably what you mean
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
Their dependents, peons or whatever is probably what you mean
- Location
- Germany
You wanna be the very best, like no one ever was!
Oh thank god. I almost went more than twelve hours without an update.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
trooperist
Cinnamon Roll AI
Agnes will probably end up his second in command if she displays the same competence as canon. Spending large amounts of time with him. Probably alone. Cue one very jealous Isabella wondering who this commoner hussy thinks she is.
Hey now. He made it in like 12 minutes before the mark. He updated at 5:38 pm yesterday and then again at 5:26 this morning.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
I think we're slowly starting to demand unrealistic standards from our dear writer.
That he can do it a couple of times, does not mean he can do so continuously.
He needs a coffee break now and then.
That he can do it a couple of times, does not mean he can do so continuously.
He needs a coffee break now and then.
- Location
- Leeds
I love how the threads started taking the update rate for granted.
- Location
- Kansas
I can see why Agnes would want to join. I bet she heard stories of Henry having nobles disgraced and killed for unjustly burning commoners to death. That is her hot button after all, due to having her home town burned down on claims of plague when there was none.
EvilPorygon
Cookie Monster
- Location
- a phone
Duke Henry of the grand Duchy of Brittany is an increasingly familiar name among the nobility now, I suppose.
He's a duke with an army.
He's a duke with an army.
Holy shit I just remembered. Agnes still has the water ruby. Fucking yes. Now all we need is for raven to solid snake his way into il Vaticano and steal the rest of the founders shit to make a complete set.
I know that one should capitalize il but when I do it just looks like this "Il" Why are the characters for uppercase i and lowercase L the same?
Curious Whimsy
(Verified Poet) (Verified Insane)
- Location
- Georgia
NO! BAD! ...This is obviously a job for the Grey Fox.
Bakkasama
There is always a greater fool
- Location
- Buenos Aires, Argentina
- Pronouns
- He/his
Don't you mean the fire ruby? The wáter one is the one from thw tristanian royal family, wind from albion and earth from Gallia... and I thought the Colbert had it anyways? I don't quite remember why he got it but I think is was when he saved Agnes from the fire he and Melvin made out of the protestants that lived in her village?
Colbert has it, took it from Vittorio's mother/victim as a reminder. He only gives it back to Vittorio when they took a trip to Romalia.
And again I forgot the circumstance why they are there...
And again I forgot the circumstance why they are there...
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Still not sure how Henry can recognize flesh and blood people from having seen only cartoon drawings of their faces, many years ago, but I'll take it as a conceit of the story.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
How difficult would it be to obtain the ruby from Colbert?
Either by stealing or diplomacy.
He doesn't know it's the Ruby ring of fire but he knows it was so important enough to hunt down one protestant.
The only thing of value that survived the fire. Hence gave it to Kirche to safe guard it.
Not sure he will let it go to a random noble.
The only thing of value that survived the fire. Hence gave it to Kirche to safe guard it.
Not sure he will let it go to a random noble.
Mors
Searching for immanence
Or maybe the conceit is that the world is a cartoon. Nobody except Shade will ever notice, after all.
Chapter Seventy-Eight
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Crossing the border to meet with my father was done under the escort of a small number of the Sudri knights, their affinity to fire making them the most destructive of the company, and thus the safest to have as escorts. The bag I carried on my person had caught the attention of every single knight in my group, each of them wishing to carry it to relieve me of my burden. Unfortunately for them, I had no intention of doing so. This bag carried the hopes and dreams of many a man on the other side of the border. I could not simply hand it over, goodwill of my escort notwithstanding.
Also, we went there on manticores and dragons, so it wasn't like I was carrying it myself as much as letting my manticore do the job.
My father met me on the shores of the Ragdorian lake on the Tristain side, a youthful-looking man by his side with the crest of the Montmorency family twirling his own blond beard. "Ah, Henry!" my father said with a smile, "Let me present you my dear friend, the Count de Montmorency, Lord Anne." I blinked at the man in question. To be called Anne...well, there were worst names out there to be called as.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," I said with a smile, "Now, guards-just keep an eye out for potential intruders, but don't raise your wands unless strictly necessary." with that said, and the guards kind-of dismissed in the sense that they formed a loose circle around us nobles, I opened the bag and pulled out a few very important books of undoubted value.
"This new Gallian artist," I said with a wicked grin, "His stuff is...how to say, inspired."
"L'Ombre de la Nuit?" Anne remarked as he read the name of the writer, "Oh my-the title alone...Fifty ways a maid bends...and what is-"
Pierre had been shaking in sheer delight at the sight of the second book. "Nobles in short pants enjoying hot summers." He twirled his right mustache. "How many more are there like...these?"
"I'll check in with the artist," I answered. "But while those are of an emerging artist, these ones, on the other hand-"
By the time we were done with the exchange of books -father and the count of Montmorency having their owns- we respectfully parted ways. Well, with the Count at least. "I've left copies of the books in your lodgings," I said to my escorts, "I'll be leaving my safety in the hands of my father's own guards for the time being-" I glanced at my father, who smile and nodded, his own escort quite easily comparable to mine. "So, mine's an order. Go back and enjoy your afternoon."
"B-But your grace-" one of the knights exclaimed, "That would be-"
"It could give you a head-start on writing up how we spent the whole afternoon enjoying the lakeside drinking tea and eating biscuits like reasonable people," I hummed offhandedly. "I expect you back here later tonight."
"That's...very well, your grace," the leader of the group said. "Thank you for your kindness!" and with that, the rest of the knights rushed off upon their steeds to return home as fast as possible. In the meantime, I mounted back on Freedom just as my father instead climbed on his horse.
As we made our way towards the Valliere mansion, Pierre hummed happily. "It's been so long since we last had time to enjoy ourselves like this," he said.
"I missed this sort of thing, father," I answered in turn, a smile on my lips. "I'll be there for Cattleya's marriage," I continued. "Even if the whole world were to burn-I'd be there all the same."
"Ah, well, if the whole world burned I guess we'd have something far more troublesome to think of than your sister's marriage," Pierre said with a chuckle. "She's in good hands however. You see, I had a duel with the Viscount, and I came out of it sorely beaten," he sighed. "Truly! On one hand, I am sad that my little girl is now a grown-up woman, but on the other...I couldn't hope for a better man to hold her!" his mouth deformed in a grimace, "My little Cattleya! She's marrying so soon!" he exclaimed suddenly, making the guards around us sigh. They had probably been hearing this sort of thing a hundred times over.
"I am sure she will look beautiful in her wedding dress," I said with a knowing nod.
"My little Cattleya!" Pierre whined, biting on to his riding crop with his teeth.
I simply laughed, and the enjoyed the warm sun and the familiar breeze.
Standing just so coincidentally in the courtyard when we arrived was my mother, and as the guards that escorted us hastily beat their retreat, I smiled and widened my arms. "Mother!"
In answer, I received an air hammer to the stomach which winded me.
"Where is your escort?" Karin asked dryly, nearing with each step. "Your reflexes have slowed. Also, you should write more often. Once a month isn't acceptable, especially not with..." she took a deep breath. "They are in your sister's room." She neared a hand to settle my slightly in disarray clothes, and then her lips twitched in a tiny smile. "Marshal of Gallia," she said. "It's not like being a knight-captain of the manticore corps, but it is better than nothing."
I blinked, "Mother?"
"Nothing!" she huffed, before patting my cheek. "You've grown so much since I last saw you..." she mumbled, "You're not little any more," she sniffled, and then sharply turned to glare at her husband. "Pierre," she hissed. "What was in those chocolate muffins?"
"Nothing dear," Pierre replied with all of the honesty of someone who had tried the recipe that I had sent him. "Absolutely nothing at all but chocolate, butter, a bit of oil-"
"Only that?" Karin narrowed her eyes. "Nothing else?"
"Nothing else," Pierre nodded most wisely, "Now come on dear! Let's go tell the servants to prepare a feast for lunch!" as he said that, he neared Karin and linked arms with her. "Don't you want to have a flawless lunch in honor of our son who returned home after so long?"
"You're right," Karin mumbled, suddenly straightening herself up. "Let's go, Pierre!" and with that, she began to literally drag him along.
Father, I gave you great power. Use it responsibly, please.
The house I hadn't been inside for years felt familiar, even as the servants welcomed me back by bowing, I simply trudged up the stairs, walked through the hallways, and then stopped barely outside of my twin sister's room.
"And when the great, pretty princess lifted her wand, why! Magic shot out from it, and it blew away the evil white fox spirit who had made her and her friends suffer so much! With the power of the fox spirit, she returned the world to how it had been-and everyone was happy for it, everyone cherished this feat...but she had made a mistake..." as Cattleya's voice came through, it was clear she was narrating my altered version of the Magical Girl Madoka show.
"No!" Louise's voice shot out, "She made such a smart wish!" she whined. How old was she now? Twelve?
"Uh-uh!" the second voice had to be Josette's, "It was really smart," she added in a soft, thoughtful voice.
"Ah, but you see," Cattleya said, "In asking to have the power to stop all demons-she basically became like a Goddess, and the gods couldn't let her do that. So, even if she saved everyone, in the end...she had to say goodbye to everyone and leave for the land of the gods..." she hummed gently, even as the clear sounds of dismay echoed from her audience. "But!" she said suddenly, "It's not over yet, because you see...by clearing all of the demons, before they could even form, she had forced the fox spirit to make deals for lesser values to her friends who didn't remember her...and one of them, however...because she loved her friend very, very much, she didn't forget her!"
"So she wished her friend back!" Josette said excitedly, "Is that it?"
"Exactly!" Cattleya said with a giggle, "and so she returned as just a normal girl, and she was happy to be with her friends once more..." she hummed, "Now, if you could make a wish, and make it come true...what would you wish for?"
"I'd wish to be as good with magic as you, big sister," Louise said with a huff, making my heart jolt in pain. What? You don't want to be as good as your big brother, Lulu? You hurt me! Your hurt me with your childish innocence and preferential treatment! "I've gotten better, but...when I start the academy...my classmates will make fun of me, won't they?"
"They most certainly will not!" Josette said. "They'll make fun of me," she mumbled. "I can't even make explosions."
Oh don't worry yourself, Josette. In your case, your powers are just one tiny regicide away. Nothing to sweat at, really.
"And what is your wish, Josette?" Cattleya asked, "Is it the same as Louise's?"
"No," Josette mumbled, "I...I'd like to meet father again...even though he's not...he's not father, but still-and ask if I can call him big brother!"
"Aw...I'm sure you will meet him again," Cattleya said, "Now, you see, my wish on the other hand...it's for everyone in my family to be happy!"
I knocked at the door, and then stepped inside. "Did someone wish for me?"
There was a chorus of "Big brother!", "Brother!" and "Father!" coming from all three young ladies in the room, and soon I was beset by a cute twelve years old Louise on one side and a long haired blond child that eerily resembled a certain Charlotte, but was in truth Josette.
"Looks like you were late to hug your brother, sister," I said with a chuckle as I found myself encircling with one of my arms the back of Louise, and with my other arm the back of Josette before lifting them up in a bear-like hug.
Cattleya pouted with a smile on her lips. "There's a hug for me too, right?" she asked next, extending her arms from her spot on her bed as I gently dropped both Louise and Josette to give my twin sister a hug.
"Of course there is," I said with a smile. "So!" I said as I turned to sit on the side of her bed, "Have you all been good girls during my absence?"
As the duo of young children began to excitedly babble, I simply smiled.
It was nice seeing them happy.
Hopefully, this sort of thing...
...would last forever.
Crossing the border to meet with my father was done under the escort of a small number of the Sudri knights, their affinity to fire making them the most destructive of the company, and thus the safest to have as escorts. The bag I carried on my person had caught the attention of every single knight in my group, each of them wishing to carry it to relieve me of my burden. Unfortunately for them, I had no intention of doing so. This bag carried the hopes and dreams of many a man on the other side of the border. I could not simply hand it over, goodwill of my escort notwithstanding.
Also, we went there on manticores and dragons, so it wasn't like I was carrying it myself as much as letting my manticore do the job.
My father met me on the shores of the Ragdorian lake on the Tristain side, a youthful-looking man by his side with the crest of the Montmorency family twirling his own blond beard. "Ah, Henry!" my father said with a smile, "Let me present you my dear friend, the Count de Montmorency, Lord Anne." I blinked at the man in question. To be called Anne...well, there were worst names out there to be called as.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," I said with a smile, "Now, guards-just keep an eye out for potential intruders, but don't raise your wands unless strictly necessary." with that said, and the guards kind-of dismissed in the sense that they formed a loose circle around us nobles, I opened the bag and pulled out a few very important books of undoubted value.
"This new Gallian artist," I said with a wicked grin, "His stuff is...how to say, inspired."
"L'Ombre de la Nuit?" Anne remarked as he read the name of the writer, "Oh my-the title alone...Fifty ways a maid bends...and what is-"
Pierre had been shaking in sheer delight at the sight of the second book. "Nobles in short pants enjoying hot summers." He twirled his right mustache. "How many more are there like...these?"
"I'll check in with the artist," I answered. "But while those are of an emerging artist, these ones, on the other hand-"
By the time we were done with the exchange of books -father and the count of Montmorency having their owns- we respectfully parted ways. Well, with the Count at least. "I've left copies of the books in your lodgings," I said to my escorts, "I'll be leaving my safety in the hands of my father's own guards for the time being-" I glanced at my father, who smile and nodded, his own escort quite easily comparable to mine. "So, mine's an order. Go back and enjoy your afternoon."
"B-But your grace-" one of the knights exclaimed, "That would be-"
"It could give you a head-start on writing up how we spent the whole afternoon enjoying the lakeside drinking tea and eating biscuits like reasonable people," I hummed offhandedly. "I expect you back here later tonight."
"That's...very well, your grace," the leader of the group said. "Thank you for your kindness!" and with that, the rest of the knights rushed off upon their steeds to return home as fast as possible. In the meantime, I mounted back on Freedom just as my father instead climbed on his horse.
As we made our way towards the Valliere mansion, Pierre hummed happily. "It's been so long since we last had time to enjoy ourselves like this," he said.
"I missed this sort of thing, father," I answered in turn, a smile on my lips. "I'll be there for Cattleya's marriage," I continued. "Even if the whole world were to burn-I'd be there all the same."
"Ah, well, if the whole world burned I guess we'd have something far more troublesome to think of than your sister's marriage," Pierre said with a chuckle. "She's in good hands however. You see, I had a duel with the Viscount, and I came out of it sorely beaten," he sighed. "Truly! On one hand, I am sad that my little girl is now a grown-up woman, but on the other...I couldn't hope for a better man to hold her!" his mouth deformed in a grimace, "My little Cattleya! She's marrying so soon!" he exclaimed suddenly, making the guards around us sigh. They had probably been hearing this sort of thing a hundred times over.
"I am sure she will look beautiful in her wedding dress," I said with a knowing nod.
"My little Cattleya!" Pierre whined, biting on to his riding crop with his teeth.
I simply laughed, and the enjoyed the warm sun and the familiar breeze.
Standing just so coincidentally in the courtyard when we arrived was my mother, and as the guards that escorted us hastily beat their retreat, I smiled and widened my arms. "Mother!"
In answer, I received an air hammer to the stomach which winded me.
"Where is your escort?" Karin asked dryly, nearing with each step. "Your reflexes have slowed. Also, you should write more often. Once a month isn't acceptable, especially not with..." she took a deep breath. "They are in your sister's room." She neared a hand to settle my slightly in disarray clothes, and then her lips twitched in a tiny smile. "Marshal of Gallia," she said. "It's not like being a knight-captain of the manticore corps, but it is better than nothing."
I blinked, "Mother?"
"Nothing!" she huffed, before patting my cheek. "You've grown so much since I last saw you..." she mumbled, "You're not little any more," she sniffled, and then sharply turned to glare at her husband. "Pierre," she hissed. "What was in those chocolate muffins?"
"Nothing dear," Pierre replied with all of the honesty of someone who had tried the recipe that I had sent him. "Absolutely nothing at all but chocolate, butter, a bit of oil-"
"Only that?" Karin narrowed her eyes. "Nothing else?"
"Nothing else," Pierre nodded most wisely, "Now come on dear! Let's go tell the servants to prepare a feast for lunch!" as he said that, he neared Karin and linked arms with her. "Don't you want to have a flawless lunch in honor of our son who returned home after so long?"
"You're right," Karin mumbled, suddenly straightening herself up. "Let's go, Pierre!" and with that, she began to literally drag him along.
Father, I gave you great power. Use it responsibly, please.
The house I hadn't been inside for years felt familiar, even as the servants welcomed me back by bowing, I simply trudged up the stairs, walked through the hallways, and then stopped barely outside of my twin sister's room.
"And when the great, pretty princess lifted her wand, why! Magic shot out from it, and it blew away the evil white fox spirit who had made her and her friends suffer so much! With the power of the fox spirit, she returned the world to how it had been-and everyone was happy for it, everyone cherished this feat...but she had made a mistake..." as Cattleya's voice came through, it was clear she was narrating my altered version of the Magical Girl Madoka show.
"No!" Louise's voice shot out, "She made such a smart wish!" she whined. How old was she now? Twelve?
"Uh-uh!" the second voice had to be Josette's, "It was really smart," she added in a soft, thoughtful voice.
"Ah, but you see," Cattleya said, "In asking to have the power to stop all demons-she basically became like a Goddess, and the gods couldn't let her do that. So, even if she saved everyone, in the end...she had to say goodbye to everyone and leave for the land of the gods..." she hummed gently, even as the clear sounds of dismay echoed from her audience. "But!" she said suddenly, "It's not over yet, because you see...by clearing all of the demons, before they could even form, she had forced the fox spirit to make deals for lesser values to her friends who didn't remember her...and one of them, however...because she loved her friend very, very much, she didn't forget her!"
"So she wished her friend back!" Josette said excitedly, "Is that it?"
"Exactly!" Cattleya said with a giggle, "and so she returned as just a normal girl, and she was happy to be with her friends once more..." she hummed, "Now, if you could make a wish, and make it come true...what would you wish for?"
"I'd wish to be as good with magic as you, big sister," Louise said with a huff, making my heart jolt in pain. What? You don't want to be as good as your big brother, Lulu? You hurt me! Your hurt me with your childish innocence and preferential treatment! "I've gotten better, but...when I start the academy...my classmates will make fun of me, won't they?"
"They most certainly will not!" Josette said. "They'll make fun of me," she mumbled. "I can't even make explosions."
Oh don't worry yourself, Josette. In your case, your powers are just one tiny regicide away. Nothing to sweat at, really.
"And what is your wish, Josette?" Cattleya asked, "Is it the same as Louise's?"
"No," Josette mumbled, "I...I'd like to meet father again...even though he's not...he's not father, but still-and ask if I can call him big brother!"
"Aw...I'm sure you will meet him again," Cattleya said, "Now, you see, my wish on the other hand...it's for everyone in my family to be happy!"
I knocked at the door, and then stepped inside. "Did someone wish for me?"
There was a chorus of "Big brother!", "Brother!" and "Father!" coming from all three young ladies in the room, and soon I was beset by a cute twelve years old Louise on one side and a long haired blond child that eerily resembled a certain Charlotte, but was in truth Josette.
"Looks like you were late to hug your brother, sister," I said with a chuckle as I found myself encircling with one of my arms the back of Louise, and with my other arm the back of Josette before lifting them up in a bear-like hug.
Cattleya pouted with a smile on her lips. "There's a hug for me too, right?" she asked next, extending her arms from her spot on her bed as I gently dropped both Louise and Josette to give my twin sister a hug.
"Of course there is," I said with a smile. "So!" I said as I turned to sit on the side of her bed, "Have you all been good girls during my absence?"
As the duo of young children began to excitedly babble, I simply smiled.
It was nice seeing them happy.
Hopefully, this sort of thing...
...would last forever.
Godzillaslayer10
I am ready for this quest!
- Location
- Somewhere
"MURPHY, I FOUND HIM! NOW ENACT OUR VENGEANCE!"
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
All hugs, no headpats?
How could you Shade! They need their headpats!
How could you Shade! They need their headpats!
Riha
Literally best girl
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- She/Her
So much fluff. Can't stop 'Daawww-ing'. Please send halp.
- Location
- Dreary ol' London Town
I'm surprised he didn't expect this.
Can't stop DAWwwwwwwing over this.
