Chapter 45: Ch. 44 – I Guess I’m Overthrowing the Government

“I think you might be confused,” Momo stammered, voice muffled behind gloved hands.

Great. She had successfully walked herself into yet another hostage situation. She relaxed her body, too exhausted to exist in perpetual fear anymore. Maybe this kidnapper would take her somewhere else quiet and cold, like a cellar, or a morgue.

God - that sounded just perfect. Momo wasn’t a praying woman, but she was close to getting down on two knees and asking Morgana to send her to solitary confinement.

“Impossible,” the female voice retorted. “You smell just like her.”

The gloved hands slid from her mouth, and Momo saw a blonde lock of hair in her peripheral vision. Her mind immediately went back to the poster in the Knight’s Barracks. Could it be…? Momo swallowed.

The woman turned to the front of her, revealing herself in entirety. Momo’s throat went dry. It was her. Momo immediately understood the thieves’ obsessive usage of the third person. Nia Nightsbane was not the kind of woman you were on a real-name basis with. She was the kind of woman that you saw coming and immediately started digging your own grave.

“[Dark Shroud],” Nia cast, flicking her finger up. A dark plume shot from it, fully enveloping her and Momo. It created an impenetrable cylinder of black around them. The others could not see in, and Momo and Nia could not see out.

“Oh, that is a wonderful skill,” Momo murmured, looking around in awe. It was like standing in the eye of the tornado, except pleasant, and much less noisy. She could sleep fantastically here—with no one to bother her, or ask her for favors, or quests, or to join secret societies or necromancer cults.

Except the infamously dangerous thief looking her up and down.

“Neat trick, hm?” Nia said, and then creased her brows. “Valerica wouldn’t be impressed by such a skill. Either you’re just some girl who smells deeply [Overpriced], or Valerica’s acting has improved by leaps and bounds.”

“You can smell [Overpriced]?”

Nia laughed, and the way her mouth moved was uncannily familiar. Momo couldn’t rid herself of this sensation that she had seen the other woman before.

“Of course. It smells like fresh paint, and you smell like a house that has just been thoroughly renovated.”

Momo blinked. That was an improvement from smelling like a dead rat, at least.

“Thank you,” Momo said. “But again, huge misunderstanding. I’m just her delivery girl.”

Nia’s eyebrows rose. “Her delivery girl?”

“She’s a busy woman. I just drop off her packages.”

“You’re telling me Valerica’s delivery girl escaped prison, evaded Vivienne, and blew a seismic hole through the Mage’s tower?”

Momo blushed. “I wouldn’t call the hole seismic.”

“The entire thing is laying in shambles in the city center. It looks like an earthquake and a tsunami joined forces to level the thing,” Nia laughed, disbelieving. “I thought a dragon had shown up while I was sleeping.”

Momo shook her head humbly, looking down towards her shoes.

“I can’t take much credit. Vivienne’s [Holy Beam] shot the roof off.”

“Oh please, that was simply the cherry on top of the cataclysmic sundae. It was so masterful of you, really – turning the witch against her own castle.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say masterful… I kind of just tripped and fell into the whole thing, really.”

“You tripped and fell into total destruction of the King’s property?”

“I tend to do that, yes,” she sighed.

“Unbelievable. You undersell yourself,” Nia shook her head. “Angering that woman and surviving is a more impressive feat than most knights accomplish in their lifetimes.”

Nia looked at Momo with fierce respect, taking her by the shoulders.

“Blowing Vivienne’s glorified playpen to pieces by sheer mistake? I not only admire you, Gods, I love you.”

Momo blushed intensely. She felt like a hot potato being passed amongst beautiful, deluded criminals.

Not a terrible fate for a potato, she supposed.

“That’s kind of you to say, but I would have rather not angered the most powerful woman in Nam’Dal, personally,” Momo said. “It’s a bit disruptive to my plans.”

“And those plans are?”

Momo straightened her back. “Speaking to no one, and then leaving.”

“Right,” Nia shook her head. “That seems to be working out for you so far.”

“It never does,” Momo said begrudgingly. “But I plan on staying under the radar from here on out.”

“Says the girl whose face is plastered over Wanted posters all throughout Nam’Dal.”

She grinned widely at Momo, releasing her shoulders finally.

“You remind me of a young me.”

Momo’s eyes widened. Nia had an angular face, and well-manicured lips. She wore light armor, painted black, with intricate dagger hilts sticking out of every open pocket. She looked like a walking weapon.

Momo was composed of two frostbitten knees and a few threads of fabric. Her skin was so dry it was starting to peel off, and she hadn’t conditioned her hair since she was torn across the universe and revived from the dead.

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She failed to see the similarities.

“Oh, don’t give me that face,” Nia tutted. “You just need a bowl of soup and a little training.”

Momo nodded. She completely agreed on the bowl of soup front.

“Wait,” Momo rewinded a few sentences. “What was that about wanted posters?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen them yet? Vivienne’s artist works fast. I will say, the poster really did you no favors…” she grimaced. “You’re much more impressive in person.”

Momo paled in horror. How unflattering did it have to be to make her look more impressive in person? Being arrested, jailed, hunted – all of it paled in comparison to this. She was practically going viral with an ugly photo on the metaphorical Nam’Dal internet.

She’d have to get plastic surgery.

Or whatever the Alois equivalent was. Probably getting stabbed in the face.

“Don’t look so sad. Being underestimated is a valuable tool.”

“That’s what Valerica always says,” Momo murmured. “It’s probably the only reason I’m alive right now…”

“Nah. You’ve got chutzpah,” she said, patting her on the shoulder. She gave Momo a storied look, eyes narrowing. “Morgana has a very valuable weapon at her disposal.”

Momo shrugged. Morgana had exposed her very valuable weapon to a deadly fire allergy.

“Regardless,” Nia clapped her hands together. “I trust you will set aside your delivery for a day, and join me in addressing the Vivienne problem.”

Oh God - here it was. The scheme. She knew she wasn’t even safe in this beautiful bubble.

“I fear I must be getting back to Brulane…”

“Look, I know Valerica’s game. Everyone thinks she’s dead, but she’s far too stubborn for that. The woman wants nothing more than to see the King stripped of his kingdom and turned into a skeletal jester in her court,” Nia said. “In fact, she told me that herself. Those were her exact words.”

“Sounds like her.”

“Quite. So then you could see how overthrowing the knights of Nam’Dal would be a perfect foundation for that kind of revolution, would it not?”

Momo frowned. Ugh. The woman had a point. Valerica would be totally delighted.

Returning from Nam’Dal with a completed quest would be one thing, but with the border city in utter chaos? Ripe for necromantic takeover?

Momo felt butterflies in her stomach imagining the absolute glee on Valerica’s face.

“I don’t like that you’re right,” Momo said, defeated.

“I do,” Nia grinned. “So you’ll join our humble crusade?”

Momo considered it. She wasn’t overly keen on going back inside the fort she had just loudly escaped from. She had a target on her back as is. Also, if she rejected Nia’s offer, there was a high chance that she and the Artists would succeed on their own – without Momo having to lift a finger.

On the other hand, they could fail, and the King’s control over Nam’Dal would only tighten. The fiercest rebellion in the city would be stamped out, leaving few allies for them in the area.

Momo blinked. What were these thoughts? The most strategic thinking she’d ever performed was about which hours to go dumpster diving outside the dining hall. Now she was weighing the benefits of overthrowing a city government.

If college Momo could only see her now…

“Do you know a Komodo?” Momo ventured.

Nia laughed. “Komodo? Looks like Valerica hasn’t strayed from her keep friends far away, and enemies as close as possible doctrine.”

“Are Komodo and her on… bad terms?”

“Murderous terms would probably be more apt,” Nia smirked.

Momo palmed her face. She knew the quest had sounded too straightforward. It’s basically a vacation, she had said. A city full of spas…

“I’m supposed to deliver this letter for her.”

Momo dug through her pockets, but her fingers only found stray pieces of gold. She went white. No. In her haste to protect her hoard, she had forgotten her very assignment. She must have left the letter somewhere in the Knight Barracks.

“Lose something?”

“Only my dignity and pride,” Momo sighed miserably. “And the letter. I forgot it inside the Knight’s Hall.”

“Well well,” Nia grinned. “Looks like you have more than enough reason to join. Oh, how fun. Now it will be a revolution, and a heist!”

Momo couldn’t think of a worse group of activities.

“I guess that settles it, then” she said. “I’m overthrowing the government.”

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