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Chapter 579
🕑 Added 2020-04-23 23:51:45 +0000 UTCIf something doesnt make sense, please comment and i'll try to clarify. Thanks, and enjoy!
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Balance. A simple word with a straightforward meaning, to ensure all sides are equally represented in distribution, but after spending most of her life in pursuit of it, Mila was only now beginning to understand the complexities behind the straightforward concept.
The most essential application of Balance was as a defence against the Fathers foul servants, the ethereal Spectres Rain both feared and devoured. The sole purpose of these Spectres was to whisper foul lies and lead Martial Warriors astray, to tempt them into indulging their deepest, darkest desires. Pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth, these were all a part of human nature as much as any other sentiment, but these were the Fathers favoured tools to divide humanity against itself. They were not the only tools at His disposal, for too much of any sentiment could lead one down the wrong Path, but those were simply the ones which lay at the heart of human desire.
People could turn against the Mother for any number of reasons, even love or compassion. Mao Jianghong, the traitorous Guard Captain of Sanshu was one such example, and one could even argue Butcher Bays infamous leader Yo Ling was another. Both began their lives as decent men and went on to become Martial Warriors, and both turned to the Father over the loss of their families. Jianghongs downfall came about when he learned his family had been murdered on the orders of merchants, while Yo Ling blamed the Sanshu Magistrate for turning his parents out of the city and leaving them to die. In fact, though it might be blasphemous to say this aloud, it was possible that more humans had turned to the Father in the name of love than any other emotion, and worst of all, Mila understood why. Mother knows what she would do if she lost Mama, Papa, Song, or Rain to Imperial machinations...
However, regardless of their initial reasoning, Mila suspected anyone tainted by the Fathers touch would eventually succumb to their base desires and become no different from any other Defiled, for that was how He preferred His minions: impulsive and unthinking.
Given the challenges arranged against them, most Martial Warriors placed their emotions on a scale as a measure of Balance, pitting joy against sorrow, love against hatred, and so on and so forth, but True Balance was not so easily attained. Paired emotions were a human construct, one put together to help human minds understand, but sorrow could also be countered by anger, love, or any number of other emotions. Some people threw themselves into work, others devoted themselves to hedonistic pursuits, while still others sought emptiness for comfort when faced with adversity, and who could say if any one of these options was better than the others?
Balance was easy enough when there were only two sides to consider, but add in a third, fourth, or fifth side, and matters grew exponentially more convoluted and all but impossible to manage in this same manner. True emotional Balance was not about ensuring you had equal representation in all emotions at all times, but about keeping any one emotion from overwhelming you to the point of unbalance. Rather than a scale, it was more like a spinning plate on top of a stick; while the plate might reel and wobble, constant adjustments and continuous motion could keep the porcelain in place indefinitely.
An interesting Insight Mila stumbled upon, and it opened her eyes to a multitude of new avenues of thought. A weighted scale was the most fundamental representation of Balance, but it was an inadequate one, for true antitheses were rare in nature, a lesson the Mother revealed to Mila inside the bamboo grove. A simple dirt path encircled by bamboo stalks, yet it made use of so many different facets of natural law that it was almost impossible to list them all. The damp earth nourished the plants, and in turn, the plants nourished her body and mind, with scents and sounds intermingling into a refreshing balm for the soul. The stalks filtered out sunlight and cast shadows in such a way as to ensure it was neither dark nor light during the day, and at night, the stars and moons seemed to illuminate the world around them, without revealing any of its secrets. Mila couldnt even begin to understand how it all came together in Balance, because there were so many forces at play and the explanations ventured into the mystical, supernatural, and metaphysical, so instead of chasing after answers she knew she would never find, she instead set her mind to analyzing more mundane mysteries of Balance.
One such example was weather patterns, with the sun drying up water to be raised up to the skies, where clouds would form until they grew too heavy with moisture and burst with rain or snow. This too was Balance of a sort, but again, only scratching the surface of a system which was riddled with complexities. Where did drought and forest fires factor into this Balance? What about lightning or ice storms? Heat waves and cold snaps? Were these examples of Nature becoming unbalanced, or were they merely brief bouts of intense conditions, comparable to a burst of joy or anger? Or perhaps it was Nature correcting course and setting certain on a long cycle measured in decades rather than seasons, or even centuries or more.
So many questions with no answers to be found, and the more Mila looked, the more questions arose. Plant growth was intricately tied to the weather, so how did this play into things? Plants blossom in spring and wither in winter, but where did evergreens fit in? Saplings sprout into trees until they grew tall enough for the wind to whisk away their seeds to grow into saplings, yet every so often, wildfires would consume whole swathes of forests to start anew again. How did the wind move, and what determined if it was hot or cold? Why did smoke rise in almost uniform manner, leaving a layer of clean air close to the ground? Why was lightning drawn to the tallest trees on the tallest mountains? What kept water flowing from streams to the ocean and how did it keep from drying out, or conversely, flooding over into the Azure Empire?
As broad and all-encompassing as her questions might be, Mila knew it all had something to do with her Martial Dao, else the Mother would never have steered her mind towards these issues. It was common knowledge that nature arose from a combination of the four Primal Elements, but what Mila found most fascinating was how rare it was to find any one Primal Elements existing in complete isolation. Earth, Water, Air, and yes, even Fire could be found everywhere, but always in coexistence with one or more of the other Primal Elements. While a Primal Blessing offered one power over the basic building blocks of life, Auxiliary Blessings were the most commonly used components, but Esoteric Blessings were the plethora of interactions which made life as they knew it possible.
A revelation which had Mila in high spirits, because for years, shed been plagued by the problems of her own Esoteric Blessing. Though she knew how to make use of her Awakening, she was never entirely sure what her Blessing was called, because nature cared not for names or labels, and the Mother cared little to explain how Her gifts worked, only how to make use of them. Unlike most, Mila had Awakened early in life, just after her tenth birthday, and although she knew it to be an Esoteric Blessing because thats what everyone called it, for years she treated it as a less flexible Auxiliary Blessing of Metal. It wasnt the worst comparison, as her Blessing offered her the benefit of stronger skin, bones, and muscles, as well as an innate resistance to flames, but she would never be able to shake the earth or conjure flames to strike down her enemies from afar.
Still, she felt it was a close enough approximation and never cared to dig deeper, because she had yet to comprehend what shed already been given. There was no sense being greedy, Mama would say, and she was right, but after stumbling into the bamboo grove, Mila finally understood that those gifts were merely the byproduct of her Esoteric Blessing, rather than the main focus she once took them for.
The difference lay not only in what she couldnt do, but also in how her gifts arose. Wu Gam bore the Blessing of Earth, but his enhanced strength and durability was the result of an Earth-based Chi skill. How it differed from Reinforcement and Domain-derived durability, Mila could not say, only that she knew them to be different just like she knew water and oil were different. Where Wu Gam required Chi and focus to power his ability, Milas Blessing required no effort at all, for it had reshaped her physical body to grant her the benefits it entailed. It came at a cost of course, meaning she weighed more, ate more, slept more, and had little to no control over her strength, but it also allowed her to match Papa in contests of raw strength and work at the forge with little to no protective gear. In fact, she only wore a leather apron because it kept her clothes from catching fire, because even molten metal would do little more than leave a reddish mark.
She only burned her clothes off the one time, but still Papa would never let her forget it...
Easy to imagine her dismay in Sanshu when she learned her hardy natural resistance to flames did not apply to those of the Chi-fuelled variety. It made sense now that she knew what she did, for her innate resistance was not to fire itself, but to heat, not to mention the fact that Gens External use of Chi imbued his flames with a rudimentary form of Domain. Without one of her own to counteract it, Gens Domain pierced through her natural resistances and left her as vulnerable as anyone else, though for some reason her shield could still turn aside his flames, and her resistance applied to the super-heated metal, but not the air itself. Still, it was better than nothing, because instead of suffering a painful and unpleasant burn along one side of her face, she would have died if she had not been able to keep hold of her Spiritual Weapons...
Annoying, all these hidden forces at work, but such was the way of the world.
And just like that, the answers came to her, but not in a structured, coherent form like Rain demanded, but more in an abstract sense of understanding without being able to put words to her comprehension. The Primal Blessings were not truly about physical Earth, Air, Water, and Fire, but about the differing forces of the universe broken down into their four most fundamental units. Or maybe not exactly four, but sectioned into four broad categories, which were represented by the Elements themselves. Some she had names for, such as push and pull, friction and momentum, heat and chill, gravity, tension, resistance, magnetism, and more, but others... others simply were. There was the force which made Milas hair frizzy in the humidity or the one which drew raindrops together as they slid down a glass pane. The force which drew moisture out of the air on chill spring mornings or wicked it away on dry winter nights, and the force which turned eaten grass into growing muscle or rotting meat into field fertilizer. Ocean tides, lunar cycles, seasonal changes, and more, the world was made up of thousands upon thousands of interacting forces, all which could be broken down and categorized using the four Primal Blessings, in the same way the Common language broke down into two-hundred or so radicals and how all numbers could be broken down using only zero to nine.
Small wonder scholars still couldnt come to a consensus on Auxiliary Blessings, because examples of two interacting Primal Elements were everywhere. Did Earth and Water form Wood, Plant, Mud, Stone or something else entirely? What about Air and Water? It could be Cloud, as the general school of thought proclaimed, but it could also be Fog, Mist, or even Rain. True, Fire and Water created Ice, but a more common application was Steam, so why was Ice the preferred nomenclature? Whats more, the presence of Esoteric Blessings made things even more complicated, because it could be argued there were no true interactions between only two or three Elements, and most interactions were a steady balance of all four.
Like she said earlier, names were for humans to keep track of things. Nature needed no names, only interactions.
Rain and Taduk helped Mila come to this conclusion, while sitting for lunch in the Medical Saints garden. Taduk said that some believed there was no need to differentiate and that a classification system would only over-complicate the matter, and this rang true to Milas ears. What did it matter what it was called, so long as it still worked? So long as she understood the rules, what need did she have for the reasoning behind them?
Thus, she cut her meal short to meditate upon this new discovery, as well as the words of Guan Suo. Although she hadnt been there to hear her progenitors declaration on the fields of Sinuji, Rain, Tenjin, Tursinai, and Song all repeated more or less the same thing. Guan Suo said Fire and Air wasnt all (he) was, or something to that extent, and Mila heard a ring of truth in those words. At first, she assumed his Blessing of Smoke was Fire, Air, and Earth, but then she remembered her earlier musings and decided it was more likely to be a combination of all four Elements, rather than only three. Fire, Air, and Earth were evident enough, but it was Water which held it all together as visible smoke instead of a diffuse puff of wind.
In the same vein, humans were creatures of all four Elements, so how could her nameless Esoteric Blessing have enhanced her physical body without using all four Elements? The name didnt matter, nor did the ratio as Rain suggested, because the only thing that mattered was how the forces interacted with one another.
With this in mind, Mila decided studying the various forces of the world would be immensely beneficial, but time was not on her side. It felt like shed only just begun putting the pieces together before Taduk pulled her away while old fogey Du fussed about how they were already running late. What followed next was a jarring, disconcerting journey taken between snippets of Insight, with too many distractions interspersed along the way. Song was almost always there, either handing her something to eat, helping her into bed, or reminding her to go use the latrines, things Mila wholeheartedly appreciated but never remembered to thank her sister for. Lin was there too, always wearing a silly smile, which oftentimes was a bad sign if said smile was directed at you, but Mila couldnt be bothered to care about the mischievous half-hares antics. Luo-Luos music also sometimes wormed its way into Milas consciousness, and the cheery tunes would wash away her frustration and fatigue, but even then she rarely noticed its presence until after the fact, when the sudden silence left a jarring emptiness in her subconscious mind.
Rain also showed up every now and then, but even though she couldnt quite keep track of how often he appeared, they felt few and far between. She remembered one particular instance, where she came to as he stroked her cheek. The gentle touch was filled with love and longing and his amber eyes warm and worried, but as much as she enjoyed his affections, hed interrupted her during a particularly informative brain-storming session after a frustrating afternoon filled with some clucking woman who kept nattering on about skin-care, morals, and curls, so Mila scowled and snapped in wordless frustration.
She didnt mean to, because she loved Rain so very much, but he barely even flinched at her aggressive and somewhat feral response. Instead, he simply smiled and kissed her hands, and she loved him all the more for it, though it still didnt make up for how he failed to notice his banquet was scheduled for the same day as their wedding.
That was the turning point however, because it was the last unwelcome interruption she could remember. At some point, shed returned to the bamboo grove, and nestled within that mystical world of shadow and light, she continued to meditate and explore the mysteries of nature in blissful peace and serenity. There was so much to learn, but Mila trusted the Mother to guide her as unerringly as always, so she settled in and studied how the myriad of forces behaved and how they all fit together. To do this, she recreated the bamboo grove piece by piece inside her minds eye, and watched how each new variable interacted with the rest.
First came the ground, the earth beneath her feet, dark, rich, soil full of whatever it was that plants needed to thrive. And Pong-Pongs excrement of course, liberally sprinkled about by Taduk, but rather than try and recreate this, she simply imagined it as it was in the real world. There were details she obviously could never truly know or understand, such as what exactly plants took from the soil or how night soil, rotting carcasses, and decomposing plants contributed to replenishing those resources, but for her purposes, the details didnt matter. So it was in the world, so it would be in her mind, and she painstakingly committed every detail she noticed to mind. She left out bugs and other animals burrowing beneath the surface, but why, she couldnt say, and instead mimicked their passing with an effort of will which she eventually released to continue autonomously for as long as she would need it.
There was still so much more to take into account, but she worked at it until it felt right, and only then did she move on. The bamboo stalks came next, along with their fragrant, flowering scents, followed by the whimsical manner in which light and shadow drifted down into the grove. Next, she added the wind whistling through through the tips of the stalks, and the drifting blanket of air which sat about the base, and she marvelled at how everything fell into place as the moving winds set to circulating the stagnant air shed only just introduced, mixing the scent of dirt, flower, wood, and nature altogether in a heady bouquet. Everything had its place, even if she couldnt quite understand how it all worked, but she could see the myriad forces going through this cascading series of interactions.
It was, in a word, Divine.
Despite having done all she could, Mila felt things still werent quite right, but aside from the animals and bird songs which shed chosen to ignore, she couldnt think of anything shed forgotten to add. For the first time in... days? Weeks? Hard to say, but for the first time, Milas progress stalled as she compared her mental construct to reality. The inner grove kept changing as Taduk tended his flourishing garden, so she did away with it entirely, but then she was left with an empty hole in the centre of her grove. Thus, she set to seeding the empty space with more bamboo stalks, but now she had to gauge how each new stalk would interact with what was already there and make adjustments accordingly. Light and shadow were the hardest, while wind and airflow was not much better, not to mention having to estimate how the smell would change. More flowers should mean more floral scents, but she found that this might not necessarily be the case since the new stalks also interfered with air flow and could easily block the scents from mingling.
Even after adding so many new stalks, Mila wasnt pleased with her work, because it still felt too... small. So of course she needed to make it bigger now, which was simple enough once she realized she could just duplicate the area she already had and plop them down next to one another. Eight copies of the original grove were all she could manage, and she even rotated them about so they werent all in the same orientation and left a grassy plain in the centre for future expansion, along with a comfortable dirt mound to sit and meditate upon when needed. Overall, it took many meals and bathroom breaks to achieve in full, but she still felt it wasnt quite right, so she added a river flowing around it on all sides, like a moat to a castle. Then, in what she could only call a fit of divine inspiration, she raised a mountainside underneath the whole project, and set an image of Northern Forests and landscapes all around to hide the void. Only the image, mind you, for shed long since reached her limits, which meant she could no more visit those lowland forests than she could catch the moons reflection in the water.
Pleased with what her efforts had wrought, she spent a bit more time putting in the final touches by adding rocks, flowers, minerals, clouds, and other embellishments to make it feel more like a mountain in the North rather than a grove in Central. Every detail had been painstakingly placed, every bump, divot, incline, and strand of grass meticulously arranged, and Mila felt at peace here inside this mental fortress.
Lonely though, since itd been some time since shed actually spoken to anyone, but Mila was loathe to leave her work since it would be gone the next time she returned. She didnt have a Natal Palace yet, which meant...
Wait...
Mila distinctly remembered eating meals and tending to her bodily needs in reality, but the grove no, it was more of a mountainside forest now was always there waiting when she returned.
Which meant... this was her Natal Palace, and Mila, at only twenty years young, was now a full-fledged Expert of the Empire, just in time to show off at Rains stupid banquet.
Opening her eyes to reality, Mila blinked the harsh light out of her eyes before seeking Balance once more, just to make sure the mountain forest was still there, which it was. Overcome with giddy delight, she was thrust back into reality with a wide grin upon her face and an aching crick in her neck. Gingerly pushing herself to her feet, she patted the dirt off her hands and bottom before wandering into Taduks Spiritual Garden, and for a moment, she was stunned by what she saw. Gone was the vast swathe of empty, turtle-poop strewn dirt, all tilled and waiting to be planted, and in its place was a beautiful garden filled with herbs, flowers, and vines aplenty, all of which was in full bloom and being tended to by a humming Taduk. A carpet of grass covered the ground, but it was kept neat and trimmed by the army of rabbits hopping about with an eye on the fenced vegetation. Wooden planters were laid out in neat little rows, with plenty of room to walk and sit between them, a safeguard against not only the voracious rabbits, but likely also to keep any wild rodents burrowing up from underneath.
Even as she thought about it, one such animal popped out of the grass, a brown-furred weasel head that was much too large for an actual weasel. A yellow ribbon around its head marked it as someones pet, which meant it was probably still a wild beast since there was no way Rain could have tamed a new animal so... quickly...
Wait, Mila said, her startled voice breaking the tranquility of the herbal garden and startling Taduk out of his concentration. How are these plants already mature? Spiritual Plants grew quicker than normal ones, but even then it shouldnt be this fast.
Oh hello Mila dear, Taduk exclaimed, brushing the dirt off his hands before skipping over and lifting her into a hug. Good to see you back with us again. My sweet Lin-Lin has missed you oh so dearly, especially with Rain always gallivanting about, but lucky for you he should be working in his office.
Gallivanting? Heart skipping a beat in her chest, Mila clutched the grinning Medical Saints hand and asked, Did Rain recover? Is he back in fighting form?
Oh no, Mila dear, Im so sorry, but hes still the same as before. Taking her by the hand, he switched to Sending while bringing her out of the bamboo grove. Still crippled, but healthier than youd remember, with some meat on his bones for once. To answer your first question, youve been ruminating on your Insights for over three months, so were well into summer now which is why my plants are so mature. Arent they wonderful? Id always dreamed of having my own Spiritual Plant garden, and now I do, but I made the grove much too small for my purposes. I cant even expand now, since everyone else wants to sit on the path and meditate for days on end. Dont know how you all stand it, truth be told, I get so fidgety from sitting still, and...
On and on Taduk went, but Mila only paid him half a mind. Three months? The banquet was long done by now, but at least it sounded like Rain emerged unscathed. It would be easier to get details from anyone besides the chatty Medical Saint, as he did have the habit of going on tangents, but Mama, Yan, Alsantset, Sarnai, and several others were all crammed into the groves pathway to meditate, and there was no one waiting outside. Before she could ask why he brought her out, Taduk Sent, Alright Mila dear, I can only leave the rabbits alone for so long before they feel bold enough to try for the plants, so well catch up at dinner yes? You just wait here with Princess and Song will be by shortly with the quins. Bye for now.
And with that, he was gone, scampering back into his garden and leaving Mila alone with the strange weasel creature. Having emerged from the dirt, Princess proved to be a burly, bearish creature with a stout, stocky body and a narrow weasel head, and a bold one at that. Without so much as a greeting sniff, she shuffled over and leaned against Milas leg while settling in to wait. Leaning down to stroke her fur, the weasel-bear regarded her with curious surprise before deciding that she wanted to be carried instead, so Mila happily obliged and held her new friend like a quin would hold their pups, with both hands under the weasel-bears arms and its legs and furry tail hanging straight down.
When Song arrived with Erdene, Mafu, and Atir in tow, she greeted Mila with a warm, hearty hug, which came as a welcome surprise. Hello Sister, Song said, beaming so prettily beneath the mid-day sun. It is good to see you. Are you well?
Warm hugs, cheery greetings, and now small talk from Song? It was only three months, not three years, right? Lifting her affectionate sister off the ground in a one armed embrace, Mila resisted the urge to squeal in delight and settled for a small squeak instead. Its good to see you too Song. Thank you for looking after me all these weeks. I dont remember everything, but I know you were there. Mother Above, was Song blushing? Oh this was just too wonderful. Perhaps Milas absence allowed her beloved sister to finally get all the love and affection she deserved. Im doing well, but Im a little confused, having lost three months in... well not the blink of an eye, but it didnt feel like three months, you know?
Nodding sagely at the statement, Song launched into a recounting of everything Mila had missed, and without prompting at that. Oh, this would take some getting used to, so she listened with an open ear while greeting Atir after this long absence. The quin was thrilled by the attention, and looked like she could use more since she was getting a little too round for Milas liking, likely because the rotund hunter Mafu was still courting her with treats. Together, they set off for the Citadel at a reasonable pace so they could continue their conversation as they rode.
It all seemed so surreal, Mila could hardly believe it. Not only did they end the banquet and get home without starting a civil war, the People emerged from what should have been a death-trap as the undisputed victors. Song, an Expert of the Empire now, Huu, Zian, and BoShui all raised to First Grade Warrant Officers, Rain given office as the Imperial Master of Finance...
What in the Heavens was the Legate thinking? Had he gone stark raving mad?
Rains office was still the same as Mila remembered it, a small meeting room built on the second story of a warehouse close to the manor. The bears and wildcats were strewn about, while Rain, Luo-Luo, and an unfamiliar Imperial stood over a fancy looking document. I dont know, Rain was saying as Mila barrelled past the Death Corps who should have known better than to try and stop her. Are you sure the ink wont run? We cant have
Then the armoured guards hit the floor and he came alert like a warrior born, standing between Mila and his guests while reaching for his sword. Luckily for him, he stopped before even touching it, as beautiful eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Mila? Song, why did you bring her back so
Her reaction caught them both off guard, as Mila had not been prepared for the surge of emotions which burst up at the sight of him, standing there with full cheeks and a healthy pallor, not to mention a suitably filled-out frame. Without meaning to do so, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, her lips starved of the taste and feel of him for far too long. His hand circled around her back, then down to her butt, then returned to her back for the sake of propriety even though she wasnt complaining, and for long seconds, no one and nothing else mattered.
Breaking away with a breathless gasp, Mila held him close and gazed deeply into his eyes. Im sorry, she said, tears forming in her eyes. I shouldve been there to help you, wanted to be there, but you had to go through all that without me and be incredible all on your own. Im so proud and so sorry, I just
Shut up and kiss me. He didnt give her a chance to refuse, not that she would have, and she almost melted in his embrace. Only belated did she remember Princess was still in her arms and was now growling in palpable warning, but Rain didnt seem to mind and Mila didnt want this kiss to end. It had to eventually of course, and to her mild delight, Rain looked as brainless and breathless as she felt, all moon-eyed and glazed over with focused distraction. Ive missed you, beloved, he whispered, brushing his nose against hers. I could see you and hold you, but it just wasnt the same without your beautiful smile. Crinkling his nose, he added, As for the apologies, stow em. Youve nothing to apologize for, beloved. Man proposes and Heaven disposes. Eyes widening in alarm, he broke away from Mila to rummage through his pockets instead. Oh, and speaking of proposes...
Dropping to one knee, Rain held up a small, velvet lined box and opened it to reveal a stunning, diamond-and-ruby studded platinum ring which must have cost him a large fortune. Sumila, I messed up and forgot once, and for this, I am sorry, but I will not wait a day longer than I have to anymore. Will you marry me? Our wedding can take place any day, and at any time, even tonight if you so wish it, and all you need to do is say yes and make me the happiest man alive.
Of course, you idiot. Did you even have to ask? It was about time her beloved fool took the initiative for once, because she was beginning to think he didnt want to marry her at all. Ah. Not tonight, she stammered, her cheeks growing hot, but luckily Rain didnt seem to notice. It cant be tonight. I need time to prepare. Not for a showy ceremony or lavish banquet, both things she could do without, but she had to fire up her forge before the wedding could take place, and pray she got it right in the first try.
After all, even though Rain looked hale and healthy as can be, there was still a good chance Mila might accidentally snap his spine if left unrestrained on their long awaited wedding night...
Comments
Fuck. I just need to get his out as one of my fantasy otherwise i wont stop imagining it each time i read this novel. Please shoot it down. Rain recovery fantasy #1: Through some political fuck up or a kidnapping he is thrown into a dungeon and heartily eats the prisoners' defiled ghosts. Dont get me wrong i prefer the slower approach but each time it gets to a hype moment i imagine how ruff would handle the recovery. I just imagine other branches of possibilities. RRF #2 He eats defiled infected politician each handshake. RRF #3 He gives his friends Insight with his 5Head brain. Then recovers each insight. Thanks for the chapter.
Thenais
did Mila learned the decimal numbers from Rain ?
Aezy Ken
What do you mean? I didn't notice that in this chapter
Atlas Dwarf
Sounds like Rain has been practicing the Forms. I wonder if he has realized their significance yet.
Atlas Dwarf
She is a smith with a Divine Smith father so she should at least know the basics of magnets. That and hanging out with Rain. You can tell she doesn't know to much though with how she worded some of those.
The knowledge Mila has of the forces seems strange to me. Gravity and magnetism in particular. Especially magnetism. Then again I don't exactly know the history of magnets or anything and the fact that she's been around Rain for ages does make it believable. Keep up the good work
CentaureHeart
Any ideas for Mila's actual blessing then ? Great chapter ! Thanks :)
Death by snu snu. An honourable way to go.
ThePolarParadox
mmm, in a way he could be a representative, maybe someone linked to the master of coin who will no doubt have to be involved with the implementation of bank notes
cacophonix
Kissing in front of an imperial noble is one way to get the gossip mill started. Thanks for the chapter!
lala jhones
I'm so happy! Such a heart felt chapter :,)
ThePolarParadox
Ah, well. It was nice while it lasted. We’ve had a good run, and sadly SD is about to end in a few more chapters , with the last on Rain’s death on his honeymoon. Tragic, but beautiful. It was an honor to have met you guys.
ThePolarParadox
In preparation for her wedding night, Sumila of the Bekhai finally developed the world’s first Spiritual Shackles that could subdue even the world’s most powerful divinities...
Thransk
With all the restraint she needs she might want to invest in a, uh, multi-facted spiritual weapon if you will.
