The Mythical Hero's Otherworld Chronicles: Volume 8 [Parts 1 to 11] by Tatematsuri

Author:Tatematsuri
Language: eng
Format: epub

Galza, in Nidavellir Province

It was late at night. The streets were deserted. Insect cries rang loud, filling the stillness of the city with a constant hum. By contrast, the palace of Galza was lit up like midday, bathed in an opulent glow.

Hiro and his party were whiling away the hours in their chambers. Hiro was perched on the edge of the bed, while Garda sat cross-legged on the floor. Luka hugged her knees, perched on the windowsill and covered by a blanket, the moonlight casting her face in silver as she stared at Hiro.

“Where are Huginn and Muninn?” Hiro asked Garda.

“Huginn is meeting with our agents in the city. Muninn you sent on leave, as I recall. No doubt he’s carousing in that tavern he spoke of.” Garda crossed his arms and cast him a glance. “So? Come to any conclusions yet?”

“I won’t know for sure until I can get a closer look. But I expect it’s the real thing.”

“Then this Utgard is what he claims?”

Hiro tilted his head with a noncommittal grunt. Artheus had been a notorious womanizer, and even the queens and princesses of the nations he had conquered had not been exempt from his attentions. It was not difficult to imagine him counting a dwarf among his lovers.

“Another question, then,” Garda continued. “What would you do if he was?”

“Huginn asked the same thing. Don’t worry, I’m not planning on siding with him. But if he really does have the first emperor’s blood, it might be worth letting him live as our pawn.”

“And if not?”

“Then I’ll make sure he pays for his lies, of course.”

“Then there’s little to do but hope Huginn can tell us more.” Garda gave a dismissive shrug, satisfied that Hiro had no conflicted feelings on the matter. “Come to think of it, I heard that the little princess has joined the Jötunheimites. They’re massing their forces in Thrynheim as we speak.”

“Then we should watch and wait until things start happening. There’s nothing we can do until Utgard makes a move.”

Garda nodded. He stood and made for the door.

“Where are you going?” Hiro asked.

“I thought I might share a drink with my men outside the walls. They deserve a rest too. I can’t let Muninn have all the fun.”

“Treat them all to a round. Chalk it up to expenses.”

“Very well. If anything happens, you know where to find me.” Garda laid his hand on the doorknob.

“Oh, that’s right,” Hiro said. “You can start making ready now. There shouldn’t be any further changes to the plan.”

“Aye, I’ll see to it.” With that, Garda left the room.

Once the zlosta was gone, Hiro rolled back onto the bed. He lay there for a while, sinking deeper and deeper into thought. How was the board laid out, and what pieces could he move in order to achieve his goals? And even before that, there was something more important to consider.

If Utgard isn’t Artheus’s descendent, that would mean someone else is pulling his strings. Who gave him the necklace, and how did they get it?

Artifacts of the first emperor were not easy to come by.

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