Chapter 64: Chapter 63

Hello! New chapter! With how chapter 62 ended, I'm sure some of you were probably taken aback. It ended on a weird note, but rest assured, it was more or less the best option for Calixa, and also for me since it allows me to take this book in a myriad of directions that would otherwise prove much more difficult, if not impossible, especially with how the chapter was originally going to end. 

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Alessia was furious when she saw I was taken away. I could feel her rage bubbling in the corner of my mind. So it didn't surprise me when she appeared. What did surprise me was how she killed those assassins without the slightest hesitation. The way she turned off any semblance of emotion as she cut them down. But the second she was finished, she turned back towards me with visible adoration in her eyes. I didn't quite know how to feel about it yet. But it gave me goosebumps to think about. She was a wolf wearing sheep's clothing, yet I knew she would do nothing to hurt me.

I ran my fingers across the point where the arrow slammed into me, and I thought about the pain that came along with it. It hurt far more than I thought it would, and it was even worse trying to pull it out. Thankfully, those health potions healed it up quickly. I took a deep breath, walked out of the room, and quietly went down the hallway. A few of the phantom's lurked behind me in the shadows, clearly agitated at what happened yesterday. I don't blame them. I also didn't expect the entire domain to rush to my aid at the drop of a dime.

A few shadows danced around me as I walked further through the stronghold. It was a bit empty without Alessia here, but I sent her away to guard the Adventurers. Mostly a sign of good faith from me and to get some space to think about things. I knew she hated it, but she wouldn't reject an order. I already sent a missive out with Kharon to collect the undead that perished, which sadly was far greater than I initially thought. The assassins picked apart a lot of the feral and a few of the soldiers, though it took them a bit to realize how to do it.

Perhaps my undead were a bit too strong for the starting area, but no one ever progressed without trial. I glanced around and motioned for my guard to join me as I started to get my thoughts in order. I still needed to get a contract drafted and think a few things over. Might as well get it over with then, I guess. I teleported out of the stronghold without a second thought, ready to knock out this contract. My class and stat distribution can wait until I finish this. I much rather approach it with a clear head than be burdened by all of this going on.

Once I finished the contract, I teleported to the safe area. A large formation of undead was patrolling the area, led by the captain. His cape danced on the wind, and he was clearly agitated. All the undead were. After pushing a few of the phantoms, I saw they felt responsible for me getting attacked. Perhaps I would keep the undead assassins locked up for a while, at least until the tension faded; strife in my domain wouldn't do after all.

As I walked, I ran my fingers across the notebook's cover and thought about the contract that I had written. Essentially, I just wrote that I wouldn't attack the outside as long as I wasn't attacked and left some space in there, so I could continue to try and bring things back into my favor. I would have happily tried to work out a deal that would benefit us both without the extra steps, but this man annoyed me when he pulled that crap earlier. But sadly, we were both in a bad spot.

What happened was an eye-opener. If anyone else had a stone like that, then I wouldn't be safe. I needed to train more and be able to defend myself. I was barely holding my own against the three assassins, which was by sheer luck. Never again would I allow something like that to happen. Which was why I needed to make this deal as much in my favor as possible, and to ensure that whatever problems this man has, do not become my own. I clenched my gloved hands before reaching up and adjusting my mask a bit. This thing was so light that I forgot it existed. I cleared my throat and stood up straight and walked down the road, flanked by my hoplites, who marched in lockstep with each other.

The fog was thinner today. In fact, it was almost nonexistent. I was curious about why it was like that, though it may be a question for Kharon than anybody else. As I walked closer to the safe zone, I could feel the anxiety creeping into my heart. This was the first time interacting with people outside of that redhead. I would have to make sure I keep my image up. I was an Empress, so I needed to act like one.

I quickly shoved the feelings down and walked closer to the door. Two knights stood at the ready with blades in hand, and they gave me a slight bow before the one on the right opened the door for me.

Well, it was now or never, I guess. I took a deep breath and strode into the house with my head held high. The soles of my thick boots slammed into the wood, creating a fierce echo that assaulted my eardrums. I needed to set the tone and craft an image of myself. Whatever they thought of me would hang with them a while, and if there was anything that my dad taught me, it was that first impressions were almost impossible to override.

Another knight who stood in the hallway gave me a bow and opened the door, and I stepped into the main living area. Alessia stood near a window with her hands crossed behind her back. Her halberd was resting against the wall within her hand's reach, and her hair was down. Her long silvery locks hung down to her shoulders in gentle waves that seemed to sway on the motionless air. She stiffened for a second before she turned around. Her golden eyes met mine, and she gave me a slight bow. "My lady." She whispered quietly.

Her eyes looked sad as if she was a puppy that was recently scorned, and I had to suppress a small laugh. It was adorable. Though I had to set a precedent. "Alessia," I replied curtly as I walked into the room. Seated on the couch was the redhead. He was passed out and as limp as a doll. Though I didn't blame him, he did have quite the ordeal after all.

Across from him was an older gentleman with a shaved head. The way he carried himself told me he was a veteran of some sort. His jaw was clenched, and a vein looked as if it were about to pop. This was going to be a pain in my ass; I could feel it.

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