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Chapter 222 (Thank you for your support, Edmund Burke!)
🕑 Added 2025-11-01 20:00:03 +0000 UTCThe next morning broke slow and heavy with sea mist.
Breakfast had become a ritual for the group—everyone gathered around the long stone table Ludger had carved outside the base. Steam rose from the bowls of stew, mingling with the scent of salt and roasted fish. Elaine sat with the twins on her lap, feeding them bits of mashed fruit, while Gaius was still half asleep with his spoon still in hand. Viola was talking about some new patrol routes she wanted to assign when the sound of boots crunching over gravel cut through the air.
Rathen approached from the path leading up from the coast, his usual relaxed stride replaced by something tighter. Even before he spoke, Ludger could tell—this wasn’t a casual visit.
“Morning,” Rathen said, his voice gruff. “Sorry to interrupt your meal, but we’ve got company.”
Arslan set down his cup. “Define ‘company.’”
Rathen exhaled and scratched the back of his neck. “The Silver Talon Order arrived this morning. Docked two ships by the southern port and sent their men inland.”
Ludger paused mid-bite, spoon halfway to his mouth. “Who?”
Rathen looked at him like he’d just asked what water was. “The Silver Talon Order,” he repeated. “Imperial guild. Elite combat unit under the Senate’s Economic Division. They handle ‘strategic reclamation’ projects.”
Ludger blinked once. “You mean land grabs.”
“Exactly.”
Gaius finally stirred, raising a brow. “So the rumors weren’t just talk. The Empire’s making its move.”
Rathen nodded grimly. “Seems like it. They came with banners, supplies, and ‘official authorization’ to oversee the safety of the bridge construction. Claimed they were here to ‘ensure stability and protect trade interests.’”
Viola’s jaw tightened. “Meaning they’re here to take control.”
“Pretty much,” Rathen said. “And from what I heard, their commander isn’t wasting time. Already called for a meeting with Lucius at noon.”
Elaine gave a low sigh. “And let me guess—‘requested’ isn’t the right word.”
“More like ‘summoned,’” Rathen admitted.
Ludger set his bowl down slowly, his appetite already gone. “Great. So now we’re feeding soldiers we didn’t invite.”
Arslan leaned back in his chair, expression calm but unreadable. “They’ll try to make it sound cooperative at first. Then they’ll start questioning resource control. And finally, they’ll demand oversight of the Lionsguard.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Gaius muttered. “The Empire always shows up after the hard part’s done.”
Viola crossed her arms. “Do we know who’s leading them?”
Rathen nodded. “A man named Ser Varik Darran. Imperial Knight-Captain. Used to serve under the eastern border army before they reassigned him to the Senate’s ‘economic stabilization branch.’”
“Which means he’s not just a soldier,” Arslan said quietly. “He’s a politician with a sword.”
Ludger exhaled through his nose, leaning back. “Perfect combination.”
Rathen gave a humorless chuckle. “You’ll probably meet him soon enough. He already sent word that he wants to inspect the bridge personally.”
Ludger muttered, “So he’s coming here.”
“Afraid so.”
Elaine glanced toward her son. “Try not to start a war over breakfast.”
“No promises,” Ludger said dryly.
That earned a smirk from Gaius. “At least eat first. You’ll need the energy.”
Ludger sighed, grabbing his spoon again and taking a bite with deliberate calm. “Fine. Let them come. Just hope they don’t trip over the part of the bridge I didn’t build for them.”
Rathen chuckled despite himself. “I’ll let Lucius know you’re… enthusiastic.”
“Do that,” Ludger replied flatly.
The older guildmaster shook his head, muttering something about stubborn kids and suicidal politicians before heading off toward the port again.
When he was gone, Viola leaned forward on her elbows. “You think this Silver Talon Order’s gonna play nice?”
Ludger didn’t look up. “No.”
Arslan smiled faintly. “Then we prepare as if they won’t.”
The family and their allies fell silent again, the distant crash of waves filling the air as the morning sun rose higher.
Somehow, the sea looked calmer than before—
but everyone at that table knew that calm wouldn’t last. The Empire had finally arrived.
Lucius arrived at the base around mid-morning, his carriage wheels crunching over gravel as the sea breeze carried the scent of brine and iron. He looked composed, but there was a heaviness in his shoulders that didn’t belong to a man simply paying a visit.
Arslan, Gaius, and Ludger were already waiting in the shaded meeting room—if it could be called that. A table made from rough-stone, half-covered in maps, sketches of the bridge structure, and a few cooling mugs of tea.
Lucius didn’t sit right away. He closed the door behind him, ensuring no workers lingered nearby, then turned toward them with a measured exhale.
“Well,” he began, “that went smoother than expected.”
Arslan leaned back, arms crossed. “Define ‘smoother.’”
Lucius smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Ser Varik Darran—the commander of the Silver Talon Order. He’s… more understanding than I anticipated. Spoke politely, offered cooperation, even praised the progress you’ve all made.”
Gaius raised an eyebrow. “And?”
“And,” Lucius continued, pacing slowly to the table, “he said the Silver Talon were dispatched as reinforcements. Their official purpose is to assist in defense, should another sahuagin attack occur. He insists they’re not here to interfere with construction or jurisdiction.”
Ludger’s expression didn’t move. “You believed that?”
Lucius gave a tired smirk. “I didn’t say that.”
He set his gloves down on the table beside the bridge map. “Varik made a point of saying the Empire wants this project to succeed. Claimed the Senate sees the bridge as a symbol of ‘imperial unity’—their words, not mine. He spoke of cooperation, shared logistics, and mutual benefit.”
Gaius snorted quietly. “And I assume he didn’t mention who gets to ‘mutually’ take credit when it’s done?”
Lucius nodded. “Exactly. He’s a diplomat in armor. Smooth, charismatic, and just polite enough to make you forget how dangerous he probably is.”
Arslan’s brow furrowed slightly. “He’s probing. Trying to gauge how far he can push without resistance.”
“Likely,” Lucius said, sitting down finally. “But credit where it’s due—he didn’t threaten, demand, or insult anyone. He seemed genuinely curious about how you managed this much progress with so few hands. He’ll be inspecting the bridge site later today. Probably once you resume working there.”
Ludger’s tone stayed calm, though there was a dry edge beneath it. “So he’ll smile, compliment the work, and then measure how easy it’d be to take it from us.”
Lucius gave a small, knowing smile. “I’d be disappointed if you thought otherwise.”
Gaius rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll say this much—if he’s really that smooth, he’s dangerous. A loud fool you can handle. A polite one’s harder to spot until your back’s already against a wall.”
Lucius nodded slowly. “That’s why I came here first. I trust all of you far more than I trust any Senate officer. Whatever Varik says, remember: he represents the capital. And no matter how friendly he seems, his duty is to ensure the Empire owns what you’re building.”
Arslan gave a short, firm nod. “Then we treat him like an ally in public, a viper in private.”
“Probably for the best,” Lucius agreed.
Ludger leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table. “You don’t have to worry about us dropping our guard. We’ve had to deal with nobles, bandits, and things in between.”
Lucius chuckled softly. “I know. You’re all hard enough on me.”
That earned faint smiles from Gaius and Arslan.
“Still,” Lucius added, his tone shifting to something more serious, “don’t underestimate him. He’s not the kind of man who wastes time posturing. He’s already asking questions about the mana cores and how we’re using them. That means someone briefed him before he got here.”
Ludger’s eyes narrowed slightly. “So the Senate’s been watching us longer than we thought.”
“Indeed,” Lucius said. “And if that’s true, this ‘reinforcement’ might just be their first move.”
Gaius glanced at Ludger, his voice dropping. “You ready for that?”
Ludger gave a small shrug. “Ready enough. If they want to watch, let them. They’ll just see us build faster.”
Lucius smiled faintly. “Good. Then let’s make sure the Empire realizes they came too late.”
He rose from his chair, straightening his cloak. “Varik arrives in an hour. I’d rather he meet the Lionsguard at their best—professional, capable, and not easily manipulated.”
Arslan smirked. “Don’t worry. We can fake politeness for an hour.”
Ludger looked at him sideways. “You can.”
That drew a few quiet laughs before Lucius exhaled, the faint tension easing for a moment. “Thank you. I know I’ve asked much of you all already, but this… this is the real test.”
He turned toward the door, pausing only once before leaving. “Let’s remind the Empire that this bridge belongs to us.”
When he was gone, Gaius looked over at Ludger. “So, any bets on how long before you and Varik start arguing?”
“Five minutes,” Arslan said dryly.
“Three,” Gaius countered.
Ludger smirked faintly. “You’re both underestimating me. I’ll make it two.”
They all chuckled, but the mood beneath the laughter was tense. The kind of tension that came before a meeting everyone knew would decide who really ruled the coast.
By the time they reached the bridge site, the morning fog had lifted into a pale haze, leaving the sea calm and reflective. The waves broke gently against the coral foundations, the rhythmic sound almost soothing as Gaius and Ludger walked along the newly reinforced path.
The workers had already started their shifts, hauling timber and fitting planks along the upper sections. From a distance, the bridge looked like it was growing straight out of the ocean itself.
Ludger’s gaze wandered over the expanse for a moment before he spoke, his tone casual but edged with curiosity.
“Gaius,” he said, “why does the Empire even have a Senate if there’s already an imperial family?”
Gaius blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“I mean,” Ludger continued, hands tucked into his cloak pockets, “it sounds redundant. You’ve got emperors, nobles, governors, generals… then you add a Senate on top of it? Who actually runs things?”
Gaius frowned slightly, thinking. “You’re not wrong to ask. Most people don’t, though.”
“That’s probably why things are a mess,” Ludger muttered.
Gaius gave him a look, half-amused, half-exasperated. “Alright, listen. The Senate’s old—older than the current imperial line, even. It started as a council of merchants and mages back when the Empire was much bigger, but still growing. The imperial family came later, after the unification wars. They were supposed to be the head of the body, not the hand that moves every finger.”
“So they don’t actually control everything?”
“They oversee it,” Gaius said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Think of it like… the emperor sets the direction, but the Senate decides how far and how fast the wagon moves. They handle trade laws, guild charters, taxation, military logistics—basically anything the royal bloodline doesn’t have the time or patience for.”
Ludger nodded slowly. “So the Senate does the work, and the Emperor gets the credit.”
Gaius smirked. “That’s one way to put it.”
“And it doesn’t cause problems?”
“Oh, it causes plenty,” Gaius said dryly. “The Emperor still has final say on major decrees, but the Senate can delay, reroute, or ‘interpret’ orders however they want. It’s a power game. The nobles align with whichever side gives them more privileges. One year the Senate’s the power behind the throne, the next year the throne’s cutting half their funding. It’s a constant tug-of-war.”
Ludger let out a low whistle. “Sounds like they built a government out of bad marriage habits.”
Gaius barked a laugh. “You’re not wrong. But that’s how it’s been for centuries. The current Emperor—well, Emperor Halvyr the Third—keeps the illusion of unity because he doesn’t fight them openly. But everyone knows the Senate’s been getting bolder since his health started declining.”
Ludger frowned. “And that’s where the Silver Talon comes in.”
“Yes,” Gaius said, voice lowering. “The Silver Talon Order answers directly to the Senate’s Economic Division. They don’t move without Senate funding. If they’re here, it’s because someone back in the capital wants leverage. They can claim they’re reinforcing the coast, but what they’re really doing is staking a flag for their faction.”
“So,” Ludger said, “the Emperor doesn’t even know?”
“Oh, he knows,” Gaius replied. “But pretending not to is easier than starting a civil war over a few thousand soldiers.”
Ludger stared at the water for a moment, silent. Then he said, “That’s idiotic.”
“That’s politics,” Gaius corrected with a wry grin. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I’d rather not.”
“You and me both, kid.”
They stopped near the far edge of the current bridge segment, the sea wind tossing Ludger’s scarf behind him. From there, the horizon stretched endlessly—calm, silver, deceptive.
Ludger crossed his arms. “So, basically, the Senate wants to look like the savior of the coast, the Emperor wants to look like he’s still in control, and we’re the ones holding the bridge together while they both pretend to play nice.”
Gaius chuckled, his tone edged with tired wisdom. “Welcome to the Empire.”
“Remind me not to build bridges for politicians again.”
“Noted,” Gaius said with a grin. “But first, let’s make sure this one doesn’t fall before the politics do.”
They started walking again, the sound of the sea mingling with distant hammering and gulls overhead.
Soon, the Silver Talon would arrive—and the bridge wouldn’t just be a monument of stone anymore.
It would be a battleground of influence.
Comments
Monadologist
I still have trouble understanding why Ludger is so invested in the bridge being built by Viola's old nemesis in the south. "You want the credit, you build the bridge. Bye." is a very simple negotiating position. In the meantime he leveled up his construction abilities and can go back to doing things he actually cares about. A deep desire to push back against these nebulous enemies of the empire is a very weak pretext, especially if the empire itself doesn't act, collectively, at all like it wants to be saved.
dkpfrog
Tftc!
