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chapter-505

Argrave, Anneliese, Elenore, and Galamon sat in a private room within Blackgard. On his way in, Argrave had seen the first arrival of dwarven craftsmen. As Elenore said, they seemed to be taking stock of everything around them. Mostly they were surprised by the sheer space of everything—they stared into the distance as though it wasn’t real, and looked out across the ocean of Blackgard as trading vessels came and went with childlike wonder.

But Argrave was undergoing just as shocking a shift as the dwarves were, potentially. The Veidimen were intending to seize upon this opportunity to invade the lands of the Great Chu. That, in combination with Sataistador’s intent for the region, made a complicated mess that gained new variables and ways it might go wrong by the day.

“Why does everybody have to think like this?” Argrave wondered quietly as his wife and sister both waited for his opinion. He looked at Galamon. “And why did you come here?”

“To explain. To persuade.” Galamon crossed his arms. “Do you not want me here?”

“No, you’re never unwelcome. You’re one of my closest friends. It’s just…” Argrave trailed off, gathering his thoughts. He looked up at Galamon and shook his head, saying, “Dras is a real bastard, isn’t he?”

“…you do not know him as I do,” Galamon defended, though quietly.

Argrave rose to his feet and walked nearer to Galamon. “He’s put Anneliese in an impossible situation. By extension, he’s put all of us in an impossible situation,” Argrave held his hands out, gesturing all around. “He wants us to sit back and allow us to reap the rewards of the dirty work he’s doing. But that doesn’t change the fact that dirty work is being done. He wants us to swallow that.”

“This invasion cannot be called mere ‘dirty work.’ It is the ambition of our people—the goal of several lifetimes,” Galamon declared evenly.

Argrave stared at his unflinching white eyes. He had never challenged his companion’s perspective on his people because it was irrelevant to their goal. Yet now, it had bled into everything.

“I suppose at the very least, Dras convinced me that it’s about more than personal glory. But I think you need perspective. No matter how much Rowe, Dras, or even you say that they do this to establish a unified and peaceful world, can you honestly say every man below you holds that ideal?” Argrave shook his head firmly. “No. For every good man, ten more only want to take, to conquer, to satisfy their baser desires. That’s their motive—Anneliese has confirmed as much with her personal experience. And those rapacious people will cause problems for her even if Dras and Veid both name her as his successor. A people sustained by war will not peacefully transition away from it. Am I wrong?” he demanded.

Galamon looked off to the side for a moment, then looked back. “You’re right. It won’t be perfect. But this greed has existed in people since the dawn of time. We Veidimen have found a way to harness it toward a better purpose. The following generations will benefit.”

Argrave scoffed. “Rowe himself said that his people are transitioning away from that lifestyle. You don’t need rampant war to kill greed. It just stokes the flame, traps them into a cycle that’ll be all the harder to break,” he insisted, growing impassioned when such a dear friend of his said something he found disagreeable.

Galamon’s stoicism wavered, and he closed his eyes to dispel whatever emotions surfaced.

Argrave stepped forth, almost pleading, “You’ve seen war. You’ve told me, personally, that you’ve seen people cry for their mother as they die. You’ve seen the violent rape of innocent populaces by people you had breakfast with the same day. You say it haunts you to this day. Still, you insist on this. Help me understand why.”

Galamon’s silence was deafening, but when he opened his mouth his voice was clear. “Rowe said many things. Among them, a fact: King Felipe III was the instrument that gave you the power you now wield.”

Argrave stood agape. Anneliese stepped up, saying lightly, “Galamon…”

“And what about what you’ve done, yourself?” Galamon said.

Anneliese stepped further forward. “Galamon, do not let anger make you say things I know you do not think. Argrave has fought in war, yes. Yet the civil war was not one he started, the war in the Bloodwoods was to defend their people and his, and the conflict against the Ebon Cult was yet another act of defense. This would be different. You’ve seen war enough to know that.”

“You’re right: I have seen war enough to fill ten lifetimes. But Dras and I… our first war was not one that we began. Nor the second, nor the third. We saw what you described, yes.” He tapped his breastplate. “It was our people suffering. Our tribe. That did not last forever. When we became the victors, our people sought to inflict the same upon our enemies as revenge. It was seeing that cycle of war that gave Dras and I our endless conviction. It was because we saw it that we hoped to end it forevermore. He wished to ensure there was no more ‘our people’ and ‘their people.’ We were all merely ‘Veidimen.’ And he succeeded.”

He put his hand on Argrave’s shoulder. “Now, Dras truly intends to perform that same necessary evil and bequeath it all under your burgeoning banner, your rising sun. I have respect for your hesitation. No good man can meekly stand aside while wars erupt. But both of you… this has to happen. Please. For my son, and perhaps, one day, for your children. The lives surrendered now will give birth to millions in the future.”

“Conquest will never be a noble calling, no matter how you paint it,” Argrave shook his head. “I understand that you and I come from different times. I know these things are common here—even expected. It doesn’t change what will be done. You’ve seen it. War. How many tens of thousands will die this time? How many will need to be butchered before they learn to stop fighting back, accept occupation?”

Argrave stepped away, reining in his emotions. “It’s like I said. Dras gave us no good options. It’s clear we can’t dissuade him. I can’t even change your mind, and you’re someone I trust and respect the most of anyone.”

Galamon closed his eyes and asked quietly. “What will you do?”

“The successorship isn’t my choice. It was offered to Anneliese, and she’ll make the decision.” He looked at her, and she gave him a reassuring, if downcast, look. He looked back to Galamon. “Frankly, I think the choice has already been set in stone. We can’t afford disunity.”

“…that was my opinion,” Elenore contributed quietly.

Argrave nodded somewhat bitterly, then focused back on Galamon. “Promise me something, at least.”

Galamon put his hand to your chest. “I am your servant, still.”

Argrave held his hand out. “I don’t want a servant’s promise, I want a friend’s. If this truly comes to pass, I want you to lead that army, Galamon. I want you to make sure it’s you at the head. And I want you to promise me to keep things under control.”

With a solemn nod, Galamon gave his answer.

“Then, please take that condition to Dras as my answer,” Argrave said. “I want it to be you.”

Galamon bowed his head and walked away, retrieving his helmet on the way out. When the door shut, Argrave looked back to Elenore and Anneliese.

“Sometimes, I think Gerechtigkeit’s greatest power is this. The rifts that he sews.”

“This isn’t set in stone just yet,” Elenore reminded Argrave. “If we manage to work something out with this Emperor Ji Meng, the scene may change. There is still time.”

Argrave heard her words, yet some pessimism inside him seemed to deny them.