Chapter 569: The Lord God and the Token
Duke Aiden stared at the illustration of a bronze dragon in the ancient book, muttering to himself and clapping with delight:
"Wonderful, wonderful. What an unexpected delight."
He closed the "Faenso Dragon Compendium" and placed it on the table in front of him.
Then he rose from the sofa, standing with his hands behind his back in front of the wall adorned with portraits of past Seaver dukes, and spread his arms as he exclaimed:
"My daughter, you may have brought us the friendship of an ancient bronze dragonâan invaluable treasure!
For the next several centuries, the Seaver family could benefit immensely from this!"
Hearing her fatherâs excitement, even the normally reserved Heloise stood up, smiling with delight.
Duke Aiden turned and resumed pacing the hall: "Heloise, you saw that magical image from the north, didnât you?"
Heloise nodded gently: "Yes, Father. Teacher Kaoshike showed it to me a week ago.
If that wasnât an illusion, then it only proves the Crimson Dragon Emperor of Anzeta is unimaginably terrifyingâfar beyond what mortals can contend with. Heâs like..."
Recalling the dragon whose wings blotted out the sky, even Heloiseâs violet eyes showed a trace of fear.
She paused, then continued: "Like a mythic monsterâa world-eating serpent, a hundred-armed giant. He simply shouldnât exist in the Third Era, where the gods are absent and mortals rule the earth."
Duke Aiden sighed and said heavily, "Yes, such a dragon is beyond our means to resist. If the Holy Fadlan Empire still flourished, I might feel a little more assured. But now, the three kingdoms are locked in endless conflict, and the northern Ember Empire watches us greedily. Iâm afraid..."
Duke Aiden lifted his head and stared solemnly at the grand map of the Faenso continent on the wall:
"Iâm afraid that one day, that red dragon will invade the south and swallow the Kingdom of Thrace. Then we will lose our northern shield entirely.
And Victoria Port, the empireâs most prosperous and wealthy city in Silvermoon Bay, will be an obvious next target for that greedy red dragon. The Seaver familyâs fate would be grim."
He looked to Heloise and said seriously, "Only ancient metallic dragons can contend with such a red dragon. Heloise, you may have found the Seaver familyâs last hope."
Heloise said, "Father, His Majesty Wilhelm of Thrace is a noble and powerful angel-blooded ruler. Heâs no weaker than a dragon. Besides... thereâs still uncertainty about whether the Ember Empire will move south. Some dragon scholars claim that red dragon is merely a greedy lord, and as long as heâs paid enough gold, he can be kept at bay."
Duke Aiden smiled bitterly: "Letâs hope Iâm just being overly cautious.
A red dragon in the north, three kingdoms to the east, dragon cultists in the south, sea-dwelling naga, demons from the Abyss, and now the undead stirring the pot...
The Faenso continent is in utter chaos. Iâm constantly anxious, losing sleep over the fear that the Seaver familyâs centuries of legacy might end with me."
Heloise walked to her fatherâs side and softly said, "It wonât, Father."
To the people of Victoria Port, Duke Aiden was a stern and cold nobleman, commander of the cityâs mercenary corps. But all his tenderness was reserved for his daughter.
Only around Heloise did the duke ever show a genuine smile.
Duke Aiden suddenly noticed dust on Heloiseâs robes.
He remembered thenâhis daughter had just survived a premeditated ambush. If not for the "Hermit," she might not have returned alive.
His expression darkened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Heloise, describe those cultists again. To dare ambush a Seaver caravan near Victoria Port... they must have a death wish."
His tone was icy.
Heloise answered, "Father, they called themselves the Cult of the Lord God. They claimed their deity was all-knowing and all-powerful. Their leader wielded immense psionic powerâat least archmage-level. The black hole he created was no weaker than Teacher Kaoshikeâs spells."
"The Lord God... that name sounds familiar."
Duke Aiden stroked his neatly trimmed beard and fell into thought.
Moments later, he called the butler standing by the door and gave a terse command:
"Vicente, go to the family archives. Find everything we have on this so-called âLord God.â"
"Yes, Your Grace."
Vicente bowed and swiftly departed for the archive room.
As Silvermoon Bayâs largest and busiest port city, Victoria Port was home to hundreds of factions, and countless cults.
As commander of the "Mithril Hand" mercenary force responsible for the cityâs security, Aiden had all intelligence collected stored in the archives for emergencies and better control of the city.
Before long, Vicente returned, carrying a stack of documentsânewspapers, warrants, bounty notices.
"Your Grace, these are all the records we have on the Cult of the Lord God.
They first appeared eleven years ago, initially recruiting impoverished commoners from the lower city.
For a decade, they remained obscureânothing like the famous Deep Sea Dominators, the Returners, or the Bhaal cult."
Vicente pulled out a set of documents and continued, "But starting last July, their activity surged. Twenty-one disappearances and twelve murders have been linked to them.
The Mithril Hand launched multiple investigations but found no base of operations. Outside the city, however, they seem to be recruiting goblins, ogres, and other monsters en masse."
"That is the extent of the intelligence, Your Grace."
Vicente handed over the files, then stood quietly to the side.
Duke Aiden skimmed the papers and muttered, "Recruiting monsters outside the city...
That explains why northern roads have seen so many caravan attacks latelyâit wasnât random banditry but organized monster troops."
"Smack."
He slapped the documents onto the table, his tone sharp.
"Heh. To pull this near Victoria Port, they must have backing. And trying to kidnap my daughter? Unforgivable."
"Simon Amorim."
"My lord."
The commander of the Mithril Hand stepped in, kneeling respectfully.
Simon appeared to be in his thirtiesâtall, strong, with a scar over half his face.
Adopted by the Seaver family during wartime, he had received the best knightly training. He had served Aiden loyally for over twenty years.
Known as the "sharpest blade of the Seaver family," he was said to be nearing the legendary tier.
Duke Aiden threw the documents at his feet: "Simon, I want the Mithril Handâs elite to thoroughly investigate this âLord Godâ cult. Do it quietly. Avoid alarming them."
Simon picked up the documents, skimmed them, and replied firmly, "Yes, my lord."
He was always direct, loyal only to Aiden, heedless of all else.
Suddenly, Heloise recalled something and said, "Father, one more thingâ The Hermit called those cultists âbugs,â and he seemed familiar with them, as if heâd encountered them before."
"Oh?"
Aidenâs brow furrowed deeper.
The Hermit was a bronze dragon who had slumbered for at least four hundred years. Even Victoria Port didnât exist back then.
If he recognized the cult, then it wasnât a new sect, but an ancient one that had existed for centuries.
And ancient cults were a different threat entirely. The Seaver family itself had only risen two hundred years ago.
Aidenâs expression darkened. "Heloise, is the Hermit still in Victoria Port?"
"Yes. He said he wanted to explore the city casually."
"Can you contact him? Itâs time we formally met our potential future ally."
"Of course."
Heloise pulled a pale green coin from her pocket: "He gave me this token. Said if I toss it in the air, heâll come."
Aiden raised his hand: "Wait. Donât use it yet."
He turned to Vicente: "Summon Master Kaoshike and the other two captains."
"Yes, Your Grace."
Soon, a man in a dark blue robe, holding a mithril staff, entered and bowed elegantly.
He looked just over forty and was meticulously groomed.
"Good day, Duke Aiden. Sorry to keep you waiting."
He was Kaoshike Hayden, head mage of the Seaver family, master of the Coastal Mage Tower, disciple of Grand Sage Trafalanro, and a well-respected archmage.
To be called an archmage in Faenso meant being one step away from becoming a legendary mage.
"Master Kaoshike."
Aiden nodded to him, then looked to the door.
A man and woman in Seaver armor arrived, kneeling before him.
"Your Grace."
They were Feodor Pett and Jenny Ardis, the other two leaders of the Mithril Handâboth loyal and immensely powerful.
Kaoshike looked at them and said, "Duke Aiden, you must have called us here for something important."
"Indeed. This may well change the Seaver familyâs future."
Kaoshikeâs face turned serious, and the three captains listened intently.
Duke Aiden nodded slightly and said clearly:
"Today, we will welcome a special guest.
Someone you would never expectâa bronze dragon who has awakened from a slumber of more than four hundred years."
"What?"
Everyone looked stunned. Kaoshike gasped aloud.
Gripping his staff, he said shakily, "Your Grace, with all due respect, allow me to clarify: bronze dragons live 800 to 1,000 years, but to sleep for over 400 at onceâthat makes him an Ancient Dragon."
An Ancient Bronze Dragon.
As Trafalanroâs student, he knew what such a being represented.
Even the Silver Dragon "Wings of Silver" Oszedro, who had resolved planar crises and repelled Abyssal invasions, was only an Ancient Dragon.
And even his master showed deference to Oszedro.
For the Seaver family to gain such a connection was truly reaching for the stars.
Kaoshike began adjusting his robes anxiously.
Servants brought heaps of gold and dragon-favored items, decorating the hall per the "Faenso Dragon Compendium."
After much discussion and Kaoshikeâs coaching on draconic etiquette, everyone stood ready.
Duke Aiden straightened his mustache and told his daughter, "Heloise, begin."
"Yes, Father."
She nodded, pulled out the bronze coin, and tossed it into the air.
"Dingâ"
The crisp ring of metal filled the air. Everyone held their breath.
The space in the hall distorted, then shattered like glass.
The wards and alarms Kaoshike had placed remained silent, easily bypassed by this presence.
Then a warm, low male voice echoed in the hall:
"Miss Heloise, sorry to keep you waiting. But you were right. Victoria Port is indeed a lovely city. I like it here."
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw a man in a gray cloak holding a bronze staff step from the spatial rift.