Heretic Spellblade 3 by K. D. Robertson

Author:K. D. Robertson [Robertson, K. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy
Published: 2021-07-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Astra had asked him to come at night. Nurevia’s meddling was dangerous, but Nathan knew how slowly the Council of Aurelia moved. Whatever chaos she had set in motion would take weeks or even months to play out.

Not even the end of the world had forced their hand. He could afford to wait.

“You say that, but didn’t they react quickly to the cascade?” Narime asked, after Nathan explained the reason for his patience.

“That’s because their authority was threatened.” He frowned. “I also suspect something else was happening. It felt planned.”

They sat in the common room. The storm had passed, but the weather remained overcast. The lighting was dull and dreary.

Nurevia had cleaned up and sulked on a sofa. Her gaze was planted firmly on Nathan’s crotch. He wondered if she was sulking over being detained or because he wasn’t railing her into the bed. Hard to say.

“Torneus is the one on trial, but you suspect he was setup,” Seraph said slowly. “By Falmir.”

The lazing dark elf raised an eyebrow at Nathan. “Oh? That’s quite the assumption. Did you come up with that yourself, little Nathan?”

“You’re still calling him little after what he did to you?” Narime remarked.

“He’s little, even if his cock isn’t.” Nurevia smirked.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Falmir’s activities aren’t as subtle as they think they are.”

“Uh huh. What’s your proof?” The dark elf stared at him, a triumphant expression on her face.

“You already know about what happened beneath Gharrick Pass when the Messenger attacked,” Nathan said. “If Torneus isn’t responsible for the cascade—and it’s reasonable to assume he isn’t, given his armies weren’t prepared for it—then it had to be someone with connections to the Council. That leaves us with kings and emperors.”

Nurevia clicked her tongue. “Maybe his armies weren’t ready because he wanted plausible deniability.”

“Sure. And maybe a duogem Champion from Falmir tried to kill Anna when she arrived in Aleich because Torneus hid a wireless hidden up his ass,” Nathan said.

The dark elf’s face paled, and she licked her lips. “How do you know that?”

“Because I do. Her Bastion is one Gareth Pike,” he said.

Nurevia’s eyes widened.

Nathan’s eyes narrowed in response. “Why do you know that name?”

“Uhhhhh…” she looked to one side. “Look, I already told you what I can. I’m not your Champion.” She paused and looked at him side on. “I could be…”

“Not now.” Nathan shook his head. “The risk of transferring you to my control so far away from a binding stone is immense. I can do it, but I’m not about to risk turning you into a mindless husk in the middle of the Spires. That’s a great way to get pancaked by Astra.”

“Right,” Nurevia said. “Goddess, and here I thought your balls were the size of mountains. I guess you do have a limit.”

“More to the point, the Council isn’t about to act rashly,” he said. “Nurevia can’t even leave this floor. Her influence is limited.”

“She has more than us,” Narime growled.

“That’s why I’ll talk to Astra tonight.

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