Heretic Spellblade 4 by K. D. Robertson

Author:K. D. Robertson [Robertson, K.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy
Published: 2022-01-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 22

Nathan’s pleasant glow from the previous night didn’t last. He awoke when Ciana entered his bedroom. Next to him, Seraph stirred, her gems glowing as she instinctively reacted to an intruder.

“Nathan, there’s trouble in the city,” Ciana said, ignoring their nude state. “I’ll prepare your uniform, but you need to shower.”

“Shit,” he grunted out. “An attack?”

Ciana’s cheeks reddened as he stood, revealing his naked crotch. She closed the door behind her. Seraph rose as well.

“Riots in the streets. Given Fyre is out there, they’re not that bad, but Nurevia thinks Tharban is behind them,” the unicorn said.

“If she says that, then she’s probably right. She knows more about the Nationalist cells than we do,” Nathan said.

“Cells?” Ciana asked.

“A method of breaking up the structure of an organization to limit intrusion or detection,” Seraph explained. “It’s common in intelligence operations, but also resistance movements. If Tharban is using a cell structure, he’s smarter than I thought. Most of the Nationalists are publicly known.”

“That would explain why the Spymaster hasn’t crushed them completely,” Nathan said. “Speaking of which, has he told us anything?”

“Leopold has contacted him. You should meet with Leopold in the grand hall to find out,” Ciana said.

That sounded like a “no,” then.

Nathan and Seraph showered quickly, avoiding any additional fun. When they finished, Ciana had laid out clean clothing for both of them. Sunstorm stood in the doorway, running a finger over her onyx.

“Has it worsened?” he asked, alarmed that two Champions were now here.

“The opposite,” Sunstorm said. “By the time I got out there, Fyre’s cultists had already shut things down. This felt like a test.”

“Or a failed attempt to spark a larger riot in advance of Tharban’s attack,” Seraph said. “Both are equally likely, barring further evidence.”

“Isn’t that why we have a Spymaster? What the hell does he do, anyway? I’ve never seen him or met somebody who has.”

“He remains hidden for safety,” Nathan said. “Given his power and influence, any nation would happily sacrifice a Bastion or Champion to kill him. So he’s rather paranoid. I never met anyone who knew him.”

If things had already calmed down, that allowed Nathan to take it easy. Or easier.

He took mental stock of the situation.

“If Aleich isn’t burning down…” He paused, waiting for a response from Sunstorm. She shook her head. “Good. Then I’ll deal with something I put off last night.”

Nathan cast wards on his bedroom. Afterward, a dark blue door appeared in the corner of the room, covered in bright, glowing runes. It lacked a doorknob, or any method of entry.

He stared at it.

“Does the door usually look like this?” he asked, explaining what he saw.

“Given I’ve never seen this before, I’m afraid I have to say no,” Seraph said drily. “What is this?”

“Nathan’s happy place,” Sunstorm said, then rolled her eyes at the looks thrown her way. “It’s his mental world, or whatever. He’s some sort of demigod now, so it makes sense that he has his own pocket dimension.”

“Yes, plenty of sense,” Seraph muttered. “And yes, that’s what I see.

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