Noble V: Greylancer by Hideyuki Kikuchi

Author:Hideyuki Kikuchi
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Action & Adventure, Fiction, Science Fiction, General, Occult & Supernatural, Media Tie-In
ISBN: 9781421554174
Publisher: VIZ Media LLC
Published: 2013-05-21T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7:

DUCHESS MIRCALLA

1

Greylancer returned to Bistoria, the regional capital of his sector of the Frontier, three days later.

Five minutes after boarding a gyrocopter at the border checkpoint, Greylancer returned to his castle, where a shocking piece of news awaited.

Mayerling had wielded his evil claw and grievously injured Chancellor Cornelius inside the halls of the Privy Council Ministry.

“You have orders to report at once,” said the chief steward.

Though Old Cornelius did not perish, he was still being treated in the Nobles’ own hospital, where science and magic met.

“I expected nothing less,” Greylancer said with a smile.

This same smile floated to his lips once again, when Vice-Chancellor Pitaka issued Greylancer his orders:

“Lord Greylancer, I’ve been waiting for you. Mayerling has returned to his sector, following his attack on Chancellor Cornelius. He will likely hole up in his castle and engage our army there. The Privy Council has appointed you subcommander of the counterinsurgency forces.”

“Who is the commander?”

“Duchess Mircalla of the Southern Frontier sector.” A faint smile came over Greylancer’s lips, at which Vice-Chancellor Pitaka glared and quickly added, “Your army will assemble tomorrow. Best you go to the War Ministry to meet with Mircalla immediately. You two will have full operational control.”

“I must ask. What has become of the engagement against the OSB?”

“The Privy Council holds your command and victory on the moon base in high regard. Consider this appointment as subcommander as an expression of our appreciation. If you return having performed your duty, I have every expectation that more accolades will follow.”

“What of the OSB vanguard?” he pressed.

Whether Vice-Chancellor Pitaka recognized the force behind the question was not apparent in his expressionless face. “If you’ve returned to your sector, then you received the government decree. The plasma attack on suspected OSB enclaves was originally set for tomorrow. In light of the rebel insurgency, however, zero hour has been pushed to three days after Mayerling’s surrender.”

†

When Greylancer arrived at the counterinsurgency headquarters taking up a corner of the spacious War Ministry, the awestruck faces of the officers, and the beguiling smile of the duchess, greeted him.

“Lord Greylancer, it has been too long,” Mircalla said.

“Indeed.”

Mircalla’s smile turned affectionate, like that of a mother admonishing a mischievous urchin. He is as unsociable as he was a millennium ago, she thought. The faint scent of fragrance tickled the warrior’s nostrils.

“Given the sudden turn of events, we haven’t much time. What is the plan?”

The moonlight filtering in through the window illuminated the two overseers and officers. The walls were hewn stone, the room devoid of computers and machines.

Mircalla crooked a pale finger as if to beckon.

The space near the ceiling sparked to life, and an image of the moon suddenly appeared.

“The headquarters have already been fitted to your needs, I see.”

“Yes, excuse me.” Her finger, adorned with a diamond ring of a size that might be mistaken for the moon itself, danced in the air, and the moon image melted, giving way to a map of a vast land. “The Western Frontier sector, Lord Greylancer.

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