GiftOfLove
From the Heart
Well, the summoning either brings you the one you love or the one you need, so I suggest Henry and Cattleya start running! That or begin to pray that Louise and Saito are just fated to be together.
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
@shadenight123 , could you answer some questions?
Why is Henri after the ring of the water spiritual?
The rest I understand the reason, but why the necromancy ring?
And more important, is Henry a square mage already?
Why is Henri after the ring of the water spiritual?
The rest I understand the reason, but why the necromancy ring?
And more important, is Henry a square mage already?
- Location
- Yharnam
Original Myoz was from beyond elven lands? And Popes familiar is from same world too i think. Why did Louise summon Saito and not random Germanian peasant? Not like there would be much difference. Also depending on how willdraining and fast teleportation is it is one of most broken things for both combat and utility.
Jackercracks
In a British accent
- Location
- England
Even if he doesn't plan to use it, it's best to make sure no-one else can either.
Could be usefull. Worst case, resource denial I guess. It's not the kind of thing you want your enemies to have at their disposal.
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No one went after it for who knows how many centuries. There is no reason for it to need to be recovered at this point if he doesn't plan to use it.
In the old time line it was recovered to be uded by Reconquista and I doubt that it will be given to them in here.
Omake - Isabella's Magical Marital Adventures
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Omake - Isabella's Magical Marital Adventures
Isabella was pretty sure she was a good wife. What other wife understands that a husband's duties would take him away for long period of times? What other wife would understand her husband's softness when it came to misers and paupers and commoners? She was sure that if it weren't for her, he'd sometimes even thank the commoners for their jobs. He certainly wasn't one to mince praise, but the fact that he gave it so freely to everyone-muh, he should have praised her, and her alone!
Her earnestness had captivated him, and while she was sure that it hadn't been love at first -she had been a child, who'd love a child?- it had grown to be love in the end. He cared, he was interested, and he was there. She had but to pout, and he'd ask what was wrong. It was so easy to string him along too. She could feign a headache, and he'd take time to spend it by her bedside. She could say she felt under the weather, and he'd tell her stories all day with that soft-spoken voice of his that filled her mind with wonders.
She had exchanged correspondence with his twin sister and his other sisters to find out more about him, and they all concurred, if with different words, that Henry didn't really have preferences, because he liked everyone and was liked by everyone. It was so strange-the oldest said that he could go for hours without saying a peep, simply reading books and enjoying silence. The twin said that he was great with animals, especially those with feathers and would run around mimicking their sounds, or telling stories. The youngest said that her brother was the best ever and to give him back to her or she'd blow her up with magic.
Lulu was quite the cute kid, which was why Isabella decided not to have her head cut off for the insolence. Also, it would make Henry sad, and she'd rather not make him sad.
The problem was that when birthdays came around, she really had no idea what to gift him. He had the easy way out, because she was simply fascinated with his stories, but she? She had to wrack her brain and think about it a lot. One year, she had the servants bring him a golden chain to tie to his swordwand's handle, and after a few weeks he had stopped sporting it. She hadn't asked about it -even though it had hurt- but it had helped her get a good idea on what he actually liked, since fancy jewels and goldsmith's accessories were out, she had to look at the more practical approach.
She would have bought him a hippogriff, but he was already spending time with his familiar, if she bought him another fluffy feathered companion, she'd never see him again -of that, she was sure. She had even made it an official-but-not-really order that whoever brought up even the mention of hippogriffs would be thrown inside the darkest and coldest cell of the dungeons never to see the light of the day again, and everyone had obliged.
He liked exotic things though, so she decided to try various things. Objects from the far east, especially those that held no apparent function but to be heavy paper holders captivated him the most.
Square, block shaped things with metallic thin needles on one extremity, strange rubbery objects shaped in rectangles, stuff that to her meant nothing and probably had no use were gifts that her Henry adored above all the others. He even made a room for them, so-so it was clear this was what interested him.
That and helping people.
Her Henry wasn't as good as her in dealing with nobles. He did say he had the bluntness of a sledgehammer, so...if a miser came begging for work, he'd give them a job. Even if they were spies, he'd still bleed his heart open for them.
So she had to take things in her hands and ensure that the only people spying on her husband were her own. She had executed a few servants who relayed information to other nobles or foreign powers, had given the order to torture a few more -a couple were innocents, but oh well, they were commoners, a sous in an ecu while her Henry was one of a kind- and she had made sure that those nobles who thought they could use her husband changed their minds, and if not...well, there were enough nobles to go around that one more or one less dead by accident wouldn't have mattered anyway.
The Knights of the North Parterre were the best at their job, be it spying, protecting, or assassinating targets. They required payment, but they did their jobs with minimum fuss.
Didn't matter who she asked them to kill, be it a daughter of a fallen Noble who was stirring up trouble in Brittany, random troublemakers making her husband's job more difficult, or nobles that refused to follow his orders on minimum wages and controversial things-she knew that when he said Noblesse Oblige he meant it, which was endearingly childish on his side, but also problematic for the nobles who were used to sleeping on their laurels.
Replacing the nobles with others, taking care of problems-everything required a lot of time.
But it was all worth it to see him smile at her.
The more territory was under direct control of the Crown, the worst it got. At the same time, his Petite Armé had done some good. Among the many fallen nobles there, a few caught his eyes enough that when he came asking if there was land that could be given to them to take care of, she had taken the chance and disposed of quite a bit of problematic lands into their hands.
Yet, deep down, she knew she was a shameful woman. If he knew the things she did to keep his dreams afloat, if he knew how many peoples were screaming in the dungeon cells because of her orders, if he knew just what sort of sinful woman she was...he'd never look at her with those loving eyes of his any longer.
She probably wouldn't be able to survive if he did that.
Thus, when he came to her with his request, she felt dread. She felt fear. If he knew-what would he say? If he knew, what would he do? If he knew...would he still forgive her? She would need to talk to her father, ensure his lips were sealed and never set loose upon this particular detail, because if they weren't...
Then, the gods would forgive her for this, but she would rather become a patricide then lose the love of her life.
If you killed a king, another could be put in place.
If you killed love...then nothing could be done to restore the pieces together.
And if someone dared to as much as hurt her love...
...then she would ensure their last days of Halkeginia would be more painful than those of hell itself.
Isabella was pretty sure she was a good wife. What other wife understands that a husband's duties would take him away for long period of times? What other wife would understand her husband's softness when it came to misers and paupers and commoners? She was sure that if it weren't for her, he'd sometimes even thank the commoners for their jobs. He certainly wasn't one to mince praise, but the fact that he gave it so freely to everyone-muh, he should have praised her, and her alone!
Her earnestness had captivated him, and while she was sure that it hadn't been love at first -she had been a child, who'd love a child?- it had grown to be love in the end. He cared, he was interested, and he was there. She had but to pout, and he'd ask what was wrong. It was so easy to string him along too. She could feign a headache, and he'd take time to spend it by her bedside. She could say she felt under the weather, and he'd tell her stories all day with that soft-spoken voice of his that filled her mind with wonders.
She had exchanged correspondence with his twin sister and his other sisters to find out more about him, and they all concurred, if with different words, that Henry didn't really have preferences, because he liked everyone and was liked by everyone. It was so strange-the oldest said that he could go for hours without saying a peep, simply reading books and enjoying silence. The twin said that he was great with animals, especially those with feathers and would run around mimicking their sounds, or telling stories. The youngest said that her brother was the best ever and to give him back to her or she'd blow her up with magic.
Lulu was quite the cute kid, which was why Isabella decided not to have her head cut off for the insolence. Also, it would make Henry sad, and she'd rather not make him sad.
The problem was that when birthdays came around, she really had no idea what to gift him. He had the easy way out, because she was simply fascinated with his stories, but she? She had to wrack her brain and think about it a lot. One year, she had the servants bring him a golden chain to tie to his swordwand's handle, and after a few weeks he had stopped sporting it. She hadn't asked about it -even though it had hurt- but it had helped her get a good idea on what he actually liked, since fancy jewels and goldsmith's accessories were out, she had to look at the more practical approach.
She would have bought him a hippogriff, but he was already spending time with his familiar, if she bought him another fluffy feathered companion, she'd never see him again -of that, she was sure. She had even made it an official-but-not-really order that whoever brought up even the mention of hippogriffs would be thrown inside the darkest and coldest cell of the dungeons never to see the light of the day again, and everyone had obliged.
He liked exotic things though, so she decided to try various things. Objects from the far east, especially those that held no apparent function but to be heavy paper holders captivated him the most.
Square, block shaped things with metallic thin needles on one extremity, strange rubbery objects shaped in rectangles, stuff that to her meant nothing and probably had no use were gifts that her Henry adored above all the others. He even made a room for them, so-so it was clear this was what interested him.
That and helping people.
Her Henry wasn't as good as her in dealing with nobles. He did say he had the bluntness of a sledgehammer, so...if a miser came begging for work, he'd give them a job. Even if they were spies, he'd still bleed his heart open for them.
So she had to take things in her hands and ensure that the only people spying on her husband were her own. She had executed a few servants who relayed information to other nobles or foreign powers, had given the order to torture a few more -a couple were innocents, but oh well, they were commoners, a sous in an ecu while her Henry was one of a kind- and she had made sure that those nobles who thought they could use her husband changed their minds, and if not...well, there were enough nobles to go around that one more or one less dead by accident wouldn't have mattered anyway.
The Knights of the North Parterre were the best at their job, be it spying, protecting, or assassinating targets. They required payment, but they did their jobs with minimum fuss.
Didn't matter who she asked them to kill, be it a daughter of a fallen Noble who was stirring up trouble in Brittany, random troublemakers making her husband's job more difficult, or nobles that refused to follow his orders on minimum wages and controversial things-she knew that when he said Noblesse Oblige he meant it, which was endearingly childish on his side, but also problematic for the nobles who were used to sleeping on their laurels.
Replacing the nobles with others, taking care of problems-everything required a lot of time.
But it was all worth it to see him smile at her.
The more territory was under direct control of the Crown, the worst it got. At the same time, his Petite Armé had done some good. Among the many fallen nobles there, a few caught his eyes enough that when he came asking if there was land that could be given to them to take care of, she had taken the chance and disposed of quite a bit of problematic lands into their hands.
Yet, deep down, she knew she was a shameful woman. If he knew the things she did to keep his dreams afloat, if he knew how many peoples were screaming in the dungeon cells because of her orders, if he knew just what sort of sinful woman she was...he'd never look at her with those loving eyes of his any longer.
She probably wouldn't be able to survive if he did that.
Thus, when he came to her with his request, she felt dread. She felt fear. If he knew-what would he say? If he knew, what would he do? If he knew...would he still forgive her? She would need to talk to her father, ensure his lips were sealed and never set loose upon this particular detail, because if they weren't...
Then, the gods would forgive her for this, but she would rather become a patricide then lose the love of her life.
If you killed a king, another could be put in place.
If you killed love...then nothing could be done to restore the pieces together.
And if someone dared to as much as hurt her love...
...then she would ensure their last days of Halkeginia would be more painful than those of hell itself.
- Location
- Canada
Yandere Route 175% Confirmed.
- Pronouns
- she/her
Because fuck everyone living in the general area around the lake, Henry needs to give a teenage girl access to the powers of mindcontrol and necromancy in preparation for his "diplomatic" meeting with the elves.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
So this is what it's like being betrothed to the queen of hearts. Yan route best route.
Jackercracks
In a British accent
- Location
- England
What makes you so sure? If the information is out there about this ring, what is to stop any one of the world leaders from grabbing it? Necromantic armies are a problem for everyone.
Awwwww, she's adorably yandere. Or possibly terrifyingly yandere. Either way, I get the feeling that if he knew what she was up to he would be less angry than she would think. Perhaps some of the details he would prefer done another way, require stronger evidence, cut down on the torture, but in general Shade has never struck me as the type to be over fussed by such things.
Hmmm, maybe she's more of a yandere-dere considering how loving she is.
Mind control? I thought that the ring was necromancy only.
If it is Min Control, it is explained.
On another note we now know what happened to the daughter of the noble that burned the heretics without the proper permits .
Kataphraktos
Remove gringo from premises
[CHEKHOV GUNNERY INTENSIFIES]
NewAgeOfPower
Engineering Pornagrapher Extraordinaire
- Location
- An Certain Hive of Scum & Villainy, known as NYC
I was wondering if Shade!Henry managed to make her less insane... No, she's just learned to hide it better.
It can be used for mind control if you melt it down.
Well, I halfway expected all of that, I just wasn't 100% sure it was happening. It certainly explains why Henry's problems seem to fall before him with suspicious ease.
Any ideas on what those things are?
Henry would be sad to know that Isabella had people killed and tortured for him.
If Joseph dies Myoz would lose her powers. He also doesn't control the next Gallian Void mage anymore.
Gazing Eye
Compound, Lidless, Always Watching.
pretty sure the one to inherit josephs is his wife isn't it?
or am I remembering that wrong?
Stranger1950
Worth It
- Location
- Reverse Side of the World
- Location
- Leeds
Scary. Very scary.
- Location
- The Medium
Would the "Weapon-Master" runes work with any weapon given to Saito in such a manner? Imagine facing someone killing all of Henry's soldiers with 'ol Derf stuck in his chest....If it is Saito, would Henry then hand the sword over to him pointy bits first?
Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
So, Isabella's a Yandere, Henry's the opposite of A Tsundere (Dere on the outside Tsun within), but did Henry succeed in breaking Louise's Tsundere-ness?
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
with a dozen small versions
the worse it got.
Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
Louise defined tsundere, I don't think Shade!Henry will be able to change a fundamental law of the universe.
Although she does seem to be more chill and relaxed this time around...