Daybreak:Alpha Chapter

Chapter 10 - Emotional Analysis

The first winter cold front from the North Sea arrived early this year. Flakes of snow already dotted the skies, leaving a sheen of moisture on the dormitory keep's stony roof.

It was Saturday morning, and Kaede was meditating through archery as usual. Except this time, shooting was as much a nerve-calming exercise as an excuse to stay up there.

After receiving her update from Marina, she had spent most of her waking hours over the past two days planning out different scenarios. There was no way Pascal didn't notice her reduction in research output, but he didn't say a word.

Since the plot on Pascal's life did not launch into full swing on Monday night, Kaede surmised that the assassins must have Pascal and her under surveillance. This had allowed them to call off the final strike when she, instead of he, fell unconscious to the poison. However, it also meant she had to tread carefully to maintain the facade that she was still on-board with the plan. It pushed her first action as far back as Saturday morning, for there was no other way to accost Ariadne without drawing excessive suspicion.

Thankfully, Ariadne was also a stickler to personal schedules, and Kaede waved the lady down from her joyride without a hitch.

"...Isn't it a bit chilly to be flying today?" Kaede said her pleasantries with the usual cheerfulness while pressing a rune on her arm. She had asked Pascal -- privately over telepathy -- to load one set with utility spells instead of defensive enhancements. This first rune sent a telepathic whisper straight to Ariadne's thoughts:

"Sorry Ariadne, but I need help. I'm certain I'm being watched. Do you have a spell to guarantee a private conversation? Best if it's as inconspicuous as possible."

"My uniform has thermal adjustment, so a little cold doesn't really bother me." Ariadne nodded before waving her right hand about in a series of odd gestures. "I'm guessing the prick ordered most of your clothes here, so ask him which one he had the enhancement put on. It's probably the one he expects you to wear most often. The self-adjustment should do its job once you've worn it several times. If not, use imperative thoughts to give it orders; most magic items work that way."

Kaede instantly knew which one: no wonder why I feel chilly unless I'm wearing those bridal-like undergarments; thought it was just the material... freaking pervert.

Meanwhile, Ariadne's entire soft-leather glove glowed for a brief second. She then explained in her ever-serene smile:

"Sanctum Veil spell. Anyone trying to observe or listen in from the outside just see and hear us discussing everyday things like the weather. Chances are they're observing from afar though, since scrying sensors are easy to detect for any vigilant mage who monitors the auras around them -- and nobody ever blamed your prick of a master for sloth or stupidity."

"So," Ariadne stood eagerly with her hands propped at her waist. "What do you need help with? Need to give that self-centered prick a longer lasting lesson?"

Pascal must have been a lot worse two years ago to make her like this, Kaede almost shuddered.

"Actually, the opposite. I need help because someone is attempting on Pascal's life, for political gains as a matter of national security."

Kaede gave her keywords the verbal highlight to make sure Ariadne understood that this was not a personal matter, but one of interest to any aspiring knight of Weichsel. Otherwise, there was no way Ariadne would listen to a plan on helping her nemesis.

Just as she had hoped, Ariadne's smile froze.

"I'm listening."

It took a while for Kaede to explain her episode of being poisoned, her encounter with the servant, and her accepting their offer.

"Marina, I take it?" Ariadne chuckled at Kaede's surprise. "Easy to figure that one out. She's the maid responsible for cleaning the third year boys' dorms." Then more sternly: "I'm surprised you didn't just report her. I'm also surprised that Pascal didn't jump to the same conclusion."

"And her group would disperse into hiding before they could be caught, which merely delays them for all of several weeks before they try again." Kaede countered, her eyes hard with determination. "I want to drag them out into the open and clean the entire mess in one sweep. As for Pascal," she shrugged, "I might have given him the impression that my fatigue was to blame."

"You don't think this is way over your head? Assuming you're not a spy or something before the summoning?"

Kaede waved it off: "Nothing of the like; I was an ordinary student. But I'm not one to think anything is completely above me. History is altered not just by grand sweeping plans, but by all the little individual actions that made it possible."

Ariadne nodded with her usual smile: "you sound like my friend Gerd. Go on."

"I'm also not stupid enough to tackle this alone, which is why I need your help. These people are trained killers; I know barely enough to defend myself. But this academy is full of aspiring knights and commanders, including you and your friends." Kaede took a deep breath as she opened her argument: "I realize you have no reason to help Pascal in such a matter, and neither does he deserve it. But you are also nobles who value duty to their country enough to serve it as your career. I have faith in you all to pick the greater good over personal grudges -- however deserving they may be -- so I see no reason why we cannot do this."

"I guess you also don't know that Monday is a national holiday, do you?" Ariadne asked, and Kaede shook her head. "Nordkreuz is too far for that prick to return often, but my estate isn't. If father hadn't received a last minute dispatch, I'd be gone for the weekend by now. What would you do then?"

The noble smile that backed the question somehow made it more daunting.

"I could discretely approach your boyfriend for help," Kaede shrugged as she silently scolded herself, realizing how much worse that alternative was. "But otherwise this really would be beyond me and I'd have to call off the bluff. Meeting Pascal's professor is as good as declaring my intention to the other side, and I've barely even spoken to anyone else."

The air between the two fell into a nervous silence as Kaede felt examined, scrutinized under magnifying eyes, while the noblewoman contemplated with one finger held against her cheek. Then, just Kaede was about to continue, Ariadne nodded with a calm smile:

"It's the Holy Father's will then. I'll need to consult my friends before giving you a confirmation, but consider us tentatively in. Your clothes came in at the store also, so I'll pick them up and give them to you this afternoon -- perfect opportunity to discretely pass you a message."

For seconds, Kaede stood speechless while the lady smiled sweetly back at her.

"...That was... a lot easier than I anticipated... why?"

"I'll take offense if you think me a fool in politics, you know." Ariadne declared cheerily while huffing up her prominent chest. "The betrothal between that prick and Crown Princess Sylviane of Rhin-Lotharingie is well known..."

Kaede felt her thoughts halted, then blown away as a second, far larger tidal wave struck her.

"--It's also one of the founding stones of Weichsel's defensive military alliance with the Empire. Marina claimed her master is a Lotharin duke, so fracturing the alliance isn't their goal as much as preventing suspected manipulation of the throne by a foreigner, but it doesn't change the effects should they succeed."

He... he... Kaede's mind was still sorting out the information pileup.

"Pascal is ENGAGED!?"

"You didn't know? I thought the prick at least had enough sense to tell the girls that before seeking a personal relationship. What else did you think was of political importance on a national scale?"

I really should emphasize researching the noble families as much as the countries themselves.

Kaede then shook her head as she denied it outright:

"We're not in that kind of relationship." A shudder went up her spine as she thought about what she was wearing underneath. "At least, I hope that's not what he's looking for... because it'd be just impossible for me..."

Somehow, the mere thought of telling Ariadne about her gender mixup just felt...wrong.

"--And I simply thought they were trying to provoke Pascal's father, the Field Marshal, into some kind of rash response in an upcoming incident. Wouldn't be the first time wars started prematurely from an angry family member."

Ariadne nodded in agreement: "Part of the reason Weichsel and Rhin-Lotharingie set aside their differences to form this alliance was because of an enraged Emperor who lost two sons to Imperial assassins, but that's a whole different story."

Kaede remembered that on Hyperion, the Empire was addressed by 'Lotharin', while their word for 'Imperial' was reserved for Weichsel's southern foe -- the Holy Imperium of the Inner Sea.

"Anyway, it sounds like I have a busy day ahead, so I will see you later Kaede." With one feet soon in the stirrup, Ariadne mounted her white pegasus in one swift motion. She then held up her hand in goodbye before taking off from the dormitory keep roof.

And the day begins...

Kaede continued shooting for a good half hour before she went back inside, just to be sure her meeting with Ariadne didn't look deliberate.

----- * * * -----

"Why didn't you tell me you were engaged?" Kaede asked after Pascal returned from his morning errands and workout. It was hard to tell at times, since to no great surprise, mages had a spell for refreshing up after a sweat as well. In fact, they had enough cantrips for keeping clean and maintaining appearances that showering became a luxury and enjoyment for them instead of a periodic need.

"Because there is not much to say? I have not even seen her for nearly a year thanks to our schedules, and she has not been responding to my calls lately."

Kaede knew that wasn't unusual for political arrangements of the period, except Pascal didn't just sound irritated if not angry; there was also a powerful wistfulness buried underneath.

"How is she?"

"I do not believe a girl more beautiful than her could exist," he spoke of the princess, his awe shining through even the dark clouds of melancholy. "She is a wonderful person as well, and will make an excellent queen. Unfortunately, her spare time is only going to vanish further."

He definitely likes her.

Kaede smiled. It was hard to tell whether or not Pascal actually loves his fiancee, which would be extremely rare in the political marriage custom. But it was obvious that he respected, valued, and even trusted her, all of which were far more important than love in any union among feudal aristocrats, let alone future heads of state.

She also felt an odd sense of relief, since Pascal truly liking another girl greatly reduced any chances of something awkward happening between the two of them.

"Since when have you two been betrothed?"

"Since I was eight. My father's Knight Phantoms took her captive on one of their deep terror raids into Lotharin territory during the War of Imperial Succession, although she still had older brothers back then," Pascal began to explain. "I first met her when I was six while she was held on our estate, and we became friends during her one-and-half years' stay there. Weichsel and Rhin-Lotharingie were not formally at war during that chaotic time; both countries simply sought to take advantage of the Holy Imperium's civil war to lay claims, except these claims overlapped with each other. So when my father negotiated an end to hostilities between the two states and a partnership against our real foe in the south, her father, Geoffrey the Great, requested our matrilineal betrothal as a sign of good will. Father agreed."

Matrilineal arrangements indicated that any descendants would be traced through the maternal side, which meant that Pascal would be marrying into another family -- the Rhin-Lotharingie royal family, in this case.

"Aren't you the heir of NordKreuz?" Kaede furrowed her brows, "how does that work for your domain then?"

"Yes. Although Nordkreuz was gifted to father through lands annexed during that war, it was also a contested strategic position on the border. Our betrothal implied that after me, those territories would pass to the Empire of Rhin-Lotharingie. The treaty was very unconventional, especially since we were winning at the time. But father also knew Weichsel was a small nation caught between several giants, and he was planning for the long run."

Pascal's admiring words came out in a pensive mood, and Kaede soon realized why:

He also has daddy issues. Not surprising though, having to live under such a father's name.

"I'm surprised you still courted Ariadne and other girls then," she crossed her arms.

"That was actually Sylv's idea," Pascal shrugged. "She said I needed 'experience', whatever that is supposed to imply."

Kaede thought it was best to stay away from that bombshell.

"Also, you have no siblings to contest the succession then?"

While his father often came up in conversations, Pascal almost never spoke of his family.

"I am the only child," he sighed. "Mother died of a crippling injury when I was just four, and father never remarried. I guess you could say that I was mostly raised by servants."

No wonder you have social problems.

----- * * * -----

"...Since Gerd and Karina are both away on holiday, it's down to the three of us," Ariadne addressed Reynald as she sat next to Parzifal on her bed, with his right hand held in hers.

It was against all propriety for a lady to invite multiple men into her room, but this was also the only way she could guarantee their privacy. Unlike Parzifal, who simply wasn't good at any magic except bio-transmutation, and Reynald, who simply didn't care, Ariadne actually maintained daily sweeps of her room.

Reynald knew that as a proper noble, he was supposed to keep a healthy dose of paranoia. But that assumed he gave a single care about being a 'proper noble'.

He also sat backwards in a chair with his legs wide open; hardly the most appropriate when facing a lady.

"But this is Pascal we're talking about," Parzifal replied. His voice was almost frozen, and Reynald wondered how cold his gripping hand must be at the moment. From Ariadne's concealed wince, it couldn't be comfortable. "Let the bastard deal with it by himself. He's always so high and mighty, assured he could single-handedly do everything better than others. Well, here is his chance. If anything, I'm surprised his familiar even cares enough to intervene."

"But if he fails and dies, it would put the alliance between Weichsel and Rhin-Lotharingie in jeopardy," Ariadne raised the political card.

"What's the problem with that?" Parzifal countered. "The treaty was unequal to begin with. Why should we forfeit territory when we were winning? What did von Moltewitz get from Emperor Geoffrey that made him so anxious to receive sign such a treaty?"

Reynald raised his eyebrows. Parzifal's statements were all concerns that many others shared; the only 'stain' upon Field Marshal von Moltewitz's exemplary career. But while some in Weichsel suspected betrayal, others saw it as a willingness to give up his newly-minted fiefdom of Nordkreuz for the good of the nation. Sure, his son would become the Prince-Consort of Rhin-Lotharingie, but his successors would bear the name de Gaetane instead of von Moltewitz. For the nobles' game of dynastic political ambitions, it was tantamount to to suicide.

For the glory of Weichsel...

Reynald hadn't forgotten about the childhood days when he positively worshiped the elder von Moltewitz as a conquering hero. He had learned of the Marshal's faults since then, especially after his father was 'honorably' discharged by the Marshal. In many ways, Pascal merely brought out the elder von Moltewitz's intolerance on a new magnitude. But Reynald's own parents were nothing if not fair about the circumstances, and the Witzinger family harbored no hatred despite the misfortunes it brought them.

It wasn't easy, but having spent time on both sides of the fence, it gave Reynald a very objective view of the Marshal... or at least he believed so.

Meanwhile, Ariadne looked hesitant to continue. In fact, she was even nodding to Parzifal's continued list of accusations and complaints.

Reynald considered Ariadne a great girl for his best friend. But the Holy Father was fair, and in spite of her numerous qualities, she also held one major flaw: the girl was vain enough to put others' opinions before her own ideas, even if the 'others' were being stupid and she was the voice of reason.

In this case, the disapproval of a boyfriend counted for dozens of 'stupid others'.

"Bro. Stop. I'm sorry to say this, but you're sprouting nonsense now."

Unfortunately, Parzifal was also as stubborn as a mule and held onto grudges with a memory better than elephants:

"Reynald, I know the Marshal is your childhood hero, but you can't--"

"Oh, you remember that don't you?" Reynald cut in with deliberately acidic words. "How come you don't remember that the Marshal also discharged my father after two decades of faithful service because he fell in love with my mother... step-mother, who was once an Imperial Mantis Blade assassin sent to kill him? Or that our family was disgraced because of that? Or maybe..." he voice lightened, "that until you befriended me during our first year, almost every other noble treated me as a bastard?"

Sometimes a bull was the only thing that could stop another rampaging bull. Parzifal's mouth shut instantly as he realized the minefield he entered.

Reynald knew he had the baton now, and he wasn't about to let it go:

"Cut all that bullshit from the Marshal's enemies already and look at things from perspective. Do you seriously think a man who spends ninety percent of his time in army camps, who barely goes back home ever since his wife died fifteen years ago, who used his only son as a bartering tool in diplomacy, would honestly sell Weichsel to the Lotharins? Outside of Weichsel, does that man even have a life left!?"

"I'm standing up for the Marshal not because he was some stupid immature fantasy, but because in matters of military affairs of state, the man is almost always right. Bloody-minded, merciless, and even inhumane? Yes; my own family history proves it. But a natural genius in the art of war who proved his loyalty to Weichsel many times over? Also yes."

Reynald look back at Ariadne and nodded. What she needed now was precisely the approval of her original idea from others so that she could snap out of the moment of idiocy that Parzifal dragged her into.

"I agree with Ariadne's suggestion. In fact, I believe she's absolute-freaking right! This is above personal relationships we have with Pascal or his father; ALL of them. It's a matter of state, and we have the perfect opportunity to take care of it."

"But we're still students. Something like this should be left...!"

"As Ariadne said, even if we inform the proper authorities now, they would either pull the wrong muscle and blow the entire thing, or pick the right brain cells who wouldn't get here in time."

Well, she was a lot more diplomatic than that... Reynald left unsaid.

"But... but..."

One of the best aspects about Parzifal was that he never gave up easily. Reynald learned that when Parzifal spent weeks showing kindness to a younger and more cynical version of himself. Unfortunately, this was also the case when Parzifal was wrong.

"Think of it this way, bro. If we lose this alliance with Rhin-Lotharingie, and the Holy Imperium takes this as an opportunity to stick a vengeful sword straight into us... how many people do you think are gonna get killed?"

Parzifal did not speak another word of disapproval after that. His instincts as a healer simply overruled the rest of him.

"Alright, so what's the plan?" Reynald asked after several moments of silence, and Ariadne simply stared back at him.

"What? I'm just the dumb knight," he grinned. "Parzifal may be the heart of our little group, but you're the Captain here, girl!"