Agent of the Realm?

by Andur

  Maybe it's the blue sky, or the way they deal with their spirit forms. Nothing which they could change overnight. Even if I tell them now, it probably won't make much difference in the long run. All I have are guesses, and bad ones at that. It's surely not like the people of this realm didn't try different ways to control their dark nature. If it had been something that's easily solved, then surely someone would have stumbled across the solution.

  Or not?

  Though not all of the spirit form's instincts are bad. My mother's succubus side is very... ah... damn! Now I lost concentration. The pathways are gone.

  I sigh and open my eyes. My apartment is dark. All the light is coming from the six candles which mark the points of the hexagram in which I am sitting.

  Sighing, I get up and order one of the brooms to clean up the salt which is forming a pentagram between the circles. Despite the benefits of many modern, magical systems, using some candles and a salt ring as focus points is still a very cheap and easy way to increase the control over magical formations. Apart from that it helps to sharpen the ability to sense energy.

  A circle of dry salt has a very distinct energy signature which can be used to calibrate the caster's energies. The energy which is provided by the candles forms a beacon to return to.

  Many who dive too deeply into such a deep trance never return, but it's important to sharpen one's sense for mana. Especially when it comes to performing soul magic and other forms of highly sensitive energy manipulations. My Dad always says that mastering and understanding one's own soul is the first step to manipulating others.

  I blow a strand of hair out of my face and survey the room. Then I start collecting the candles. Once the pathways are usable, I will have to reveal myself. Or I carry all the information back home and let my parents decide. Though it's not really a choice in the long run. If we ignore this realm, it could mean that we just have to fight more enemies later on.

  At least the normal development of the pathways means that I don't have to use the mana storm again. That was one ride I am glad that I'm not going to have to repeat. I may have chaos magic, but fighting against the storm while trying to reassemble my body wasn't fun at all. It was like putting together a puzzle while someone rips away pieces of you.

  A knock on the door startles me and I stop my activities. A visitor at this hour? Hopefully not another attack by spirits. But no. A spirit would have had to pass through the coffee shop to get to my apartment’s door. All alarms would have gone off. I purse my lips and approach the door, conjuring a thin crystal dagger from my bracer.

  Better safe than sorry. We still aren't sure how the spirits knew where to attack. They must have had at least some insider information.

  I open the door and am greeted by a bouquet of flowers. And food. Aw, that smell. Did someone raid a five star restaurant?

  “You are drooling.” Marcus offers me the basket in his hand. It smells wonderful.

  Salvia in my mouth, I can't help but take it. It was a god damned reflex! Then I realize what he said and wipe over my mouth. Nothing. “Liar!”

  He smiles and steps closer, just the flowers between us. The sudden action forces me to be either uncomfortably close to him, or to take a step back. A memory of him on top of me flashes through my mind and I falter. Unable to guarantee that I won't jump him like a cat in heat, I step back.

  Marcus takes it as an invitation and smiles, pushing past me and into my apartment. With a few steps he is inside my kitchen area and chooses an empty vase for the flowers. For some reason this guy always manages to get under my skin. I dismiss the crystal blade which I hid behind my back.

  Grinding my teeth, I close the door, trying not to slam it shut. He clearly devised a plan to gain entry to my apartment. Then he executed it mercilessly, pushing all my buttons. I can't even be mad at him because he brought presents. And now the entire room smells of him and food and flowers.

  “If you don't want me to have dinner with you, then I'll go. It's just so lonely at my own place, so I thought that you would be lonely too. Maybe?” Having finished arranging the flowers, he takes the basket from me and retrieves two trays with metal covers. They are most likely enchanted to hold the food warm.

  “Please don't tell me that you cooked this.” If he can cook food which smells like this, then I really have to chain him up.

  “Of course not, I don't have time for that,” he answers with a smug smile.

  Thank the gods.

  “But I might have been a decent chef once or twice in my life. If you tell me the dishes you like, I could do a little catching up in no time.” He wriggles his eyebrows and looks at me with heat in his eyes.

  I hurry to grab one of the plates from his hands and snatch a fork and a knife. “You may have wriggled your way into my apartment, but the least we will do before anything else happens, is to eat.”

  “That sounds like a decent plan. Do I have a chance for some action afterwards? And then you will tell me all your inner desires.” He smiles and follows me to the kitchen table.

  I snort. “Yes. As if! Why should I tell anyone my inner desires.”

  He rolls his eyes. “How am I supposed to fulfil them if you don't tell me.”

  I sigh and take the cover from my plate, saliva immediately watering my mouth. Fried rice with meat strips, salad and curry! “You... somehow you knew my favourite food. Who told you? But then, nobody knows except... nobody.”

  He places both hands in a praying position. “Guilty, I used the surveillance files we have on you. That was the thing you ordered most often in the recent months.” Then he adds unrepentant, “But then again, it's not my fault if you order delivered food half of the time.”

  So they were gathering intelligence on me! Do they have someone who is watching my house? If so, then they are good. I didn't notice anything at all.

  With a harrumph, I start shovelling food into my mouth. Oh, the flavour is bliss! Marcus is such a sweet, slimy, nice, bribing, loveable, sneaky guy/bastard.

  We sit across from each other and eat in silence until he finally decides to move everything to more serious matters. “I've thought about who could have ordered the attack, or informed the spirits of the whereabouts of your house.”

  I shrug. “Hard to find out. Your family must have as many enemies as there are grains of sand on a beach.”

  He nods. “That's true, it comes with the position. But I think that the actual target was you.”

  I stop chewing and feel my eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

  Using one finger, Marcus draws a line of light into the air. “Think of the timeline. We find the hideout of the new spirits. Then the incident with my brother, then me bringing you home. And the attack one day later. I highly doubt that they knew that I was there with you. We never left your apartment from the point when we arrived here.”

  “So I was the target? But I have no enemies. Who would know about me? Who would send the spirits for me? The spies who gather intelligence on me?” I gesture at the window, assuming that out there in the night is someone sitting in a tree to spy on my house.

  Marcus shakes his head with a sad expression. “It makes absolutely no sense from a strategic point of view. Taking you out may shatter my heart, but it wouldn't have made any difference to the country.”

  I cringe... shatter his heart. “Maybe as a hostage to blackmail you?”

  Again, he shakes his head. “They never wanted a hostage. Their first mode of attack was a very dangerous death curse. Someone who wants a hostage doesn't throw a grenade at the hostage's house.”

  Tilting my head, I look at the ceiling. “Then the only reason that's left is purely malevolent intent. I made an enemy and he tricked the spirits into attacking me.”

  Marcus nods with a serious expression on his face. Then he starts filling me in on what happened to his brother. When he is done, I can't help but have a sour expression on my face. “I am sorry. It can't happen to you?”

  He shrugs, looking tired. “It can
happen to anybody. It's not like I want to lose control.”

  I don't want to lose him like that! There must be a way for him to gain control over his spirit form.

  He looks up. “You sounded like the whole spirit problem doesn't affect you. Shouldn't you be more concerned about yourself instead of me?”

  “Hahaha... why would you think that?” I start fidgeting, but luckily he lets the matter go.

  “It's highly likely that my brother is involved with the spirits. Maybe he tried to use them to increase his own glory. But the fact that my parents detained him right after our quarrel makes it unlikely that he ordered the attack on your house. He was trying to seduce you, not to take your life. We have to consider other elements. Other enemies you've made.”

  I close my eyes. “I can't think of anyone. Well, of course. I angered some people, but I gave nobody enough reason to collaborate with spirits. They would have to be insane.” And I am fairly sure that I left no loose ends when I cleaned out the underworld bosses in my part of the city. The Don is a trade partner, and oath-bound. He has no reason to send the spirits for me.

  Marcus looks down at his plate. “You made Trebor very mad.”

  Trebor? “The teacher? But... but...” But nothing. Self-righteous bastards like him killed for less because someone trampled on their pride. “That son of a bitch!”

  Marcus raises a finger to stop me. “We have nothing concrete. It's just a suspicion. We have to investigate.”

  Or we simply grab him and wring his neck until the truth comes out.

  My violent thoughts come to a freezing halt as something touches the inner side of my thigh and my eyes flick to Marcus. He is grinning at me as he uses his other leg to massage my toes. “But I hope that it has time until tomorrow? Or at least until we get the tension out of our systems?”

  I feel the corners of my mouth twitching upwards as he touches my core, using his mana to send a wave of burning fire and need into me. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly. Whatever. We already did it so many times. What difference does it make to have him as my regular partner?

  Spreading my legs, I kick off my shoes. Then I lean back and slide lower in my chair to reach him and return the attack.

  “Maybe? But you should know that I am the student of someone who is a master at this game.”

  27. ~Bogded.~

  “Once, a very talented magician tried to break magic down into basic spell components. Not just into runes, but magic's own version of zero and one. He hoped to decipher the nature of the universe by doing so. Just when he proclaimed to be close to the solution, he turned mad.

  Some say it's because he always was a nutcase. The ones who know better, say that it was because he succeeded.”

  The Journey to the Afterlife

  Kingdom Newerth, Capital City

  Seria

  “That is illegal! If this gets out on top of everything else, then there will be hell to pay! And as if that isn't enough, it's so tight in here, I can't even admire your rear,” Marcus complains while we crawl through the ventilation shaft.

  I roll my eyes, regretting that I entered the shaft in front of him. It was hard to persuade him to search Trebor's office, but in the end he yielded. “I offered for you to stay behind.”

  We chose the early hours in the morning right before school starts. Otherwise we would have had to wait for the next night. The main reason why Marcus gave in so easily, is because he has no other leads.

  He snorts. “And I said that we should simply lean back and let the royal investigation team do the work. They have legal access to all the kinky stuff.”

  “I already told you that there will be no problem. I already broke into his office the same way. Sadly I didn't do a full search of the room at that time. Didn't deem it as necessary,” I mumble.

  “So it really was you. What are you? A spy?” he asks.

  “No. And if you didn't want me to do something about it, then why did you bring up the matter with Trebor in the first place?” I stop in front of a lattice and start disassembling a set of wards. Marcus crawls over me and watches my work. “That's neat. You do this kind of thing often?”

  I smile and study the pattern of the runes which are protecting the lattice. They are deliberately set as a distraction. If I outright dismantle the ward, I'll just trigger another alarm. So I shoot a spark of mana at a connection between two runes.

  With a sizzle, one of the runes fades out while the rest keep glowing in a blue light. That should stop any alarm from going off, while the ward itself is still in place. “I am famous for going where I want to go, so I need to know stuff like this.” Without waiting for a reply, I scratch off the screws which are holding the lattice in place. With a 'clunk!' it falls into Trebor's office and frees the way.

  I squeeze myself out of the shaft and into Trebor's office. If the bastard has a dirty secret to hide, then it will be here. The school shares the palace's security system. It's the safest place in the world from this realm's point of view.

  Of course my father taught me that no lock or safety features are ever truly safe. He measures every lock, wards, or guards, just in how much time it takes to break them. All that gets accomplished by making a security system more expensive and complicated, is to increase the time and effort which has to be put into defeating it. Therefore all you do is to decrease the number of people who are willing to break it. A security system is only worth its money if it takes more effort to get past it, than the stuff which is protected by it is worth.

  Once outside, I turn slowly around myself and search the room with my senses. “If Trebor has truly sensitive information hidden somewhere, he surely has a set of his own protective charms on it.” Sadly, I can't find anything of the sort. “Maybe this is a waste of time after all. There isn't anything which carries his signature. At least he created none of the wards himself.”

  “You can tell so fast?” Marcus crawls out of the shaft and dusts off his clothes. “I told you that he wouldn't keep anything compromising in his office. Sadly the whole room stinks of him anyway, so my special skills aren't of much use.” Then he walks over to Trebor's desk and pushes a few buttons on the phone. “But Trebor called a few people who aren't saved in his contact list. I'll request the DF to check the numbers out.”

  In absence of any other clues, I decide to run a more thorough scan while Marcus searches Trebor's desk. Carefully setting up the magical formation, I cast a spell which allows me something close to x-ray vision. Turning, I search the walls for a hidden safe or something similar. Maybe Trebor thought that the school's safeguards are enough. Or he assumed that a simple, hidden locket would be harder to find than something that sparkles with magic.

  Though the easiest explanation is probably that he was simply too lazy and stupid to hide his stuff properly. Then my searching eyes fall on a part of the wall which is definitely hollow. “By my great grandmother's-”

  I abort the curse just in time, remembering the one time I made her really angry. No. A fury isn't fun to deal with. And the worst part is that all you achieve by blackmailing such an entity, is making her angrier... unconsciously I reach for my ass. Nope. That isn't an experience I want to repeat.

  Luckily I am not a child any longer. She won't lay me over her knee ever again.

  I approach the wall and punch my hand through it. Then I tear off the well hidden cover which was hiding the compartment behind it. This reveals papers and documents, lots of them. I take one of the stacks and flip through it.

  “Gods! Seria, you have to stop destroying everything. We won't be able to cover this up,” Marcus complains.

  I shrug, not concerned at all. In my own mind I already judged Trebor as guilty. “Do you think that a teacher like Trebor has the money to buy real estate on such a scale?” I hold out the documents for Marcus to take a look at.

  Loverboy rubs his temple while he adds up the numbers. “According to this, Trebor bought about a hundred square miles, using the identities of seve
ral of his family members. There is no way he has that kind of money. And even if his whole family is in on the deal, they could never pay the taxes for that much land.”

  I raise an eyebrow and take another look at the document. “Oh? I thought those are forged identities.”

  Marcus shakes his head. “No. Definitely not. I know several of those names. Unfortunately, this doesn't connect him to the spirits.”

  Raising an eyebrow, I notice that the bought land can be split into five large properties. “Are these properties surrounding something important? Five is an ominous number when it comes to such things.”

  Marcus scowls and checks the addresses against the map in his head. I already noticed that he is good with stuff like that.

  “They form a pentagram around the city. He is definitely up to something.”

  I nod and close my eyes. This is turning into something big. “Then I suppose it's best for you to go and get permission to arrest him?”

  Marcus nods rapidly and hurries back to the ventilation shaft, disappearing inside it. A few moments later his head reappears again. “Aren't you coming? We have to get this to my parents. If they hurry to verify the information, we may be able to arrest him by morning.”

  There is just an hour till sunrise and school will start half an hour later. Marcus really has to hurry if he wants to do this legally.

  “Aah... nah... I'll dig around in here for a little longer and clean everything up. You go ahead and do this according to law. I'll see to it that Trebor won't notice that someone was in here.” I gesture for Marcus to go on without me.

  He furrows his forehead in distrust, but after a few moments, due to the fact that this can't be allowed to linger, he decides to go. “Okay, but make sure to be out of here before he returns.” Then he scuffles back down the shaft.

  I take a deep breath and head over to Trebor's office desk. A quick and messy search equips me with a fistful of pencils and a sharpener.

  Equipped, I head over to the office door and kneel down next to it. If someone opens the door, I'll be initially hidden by it. Clenching my jaw, I start sharpening my weapons and use a transmogrified crystal dagger to etch the surface of each pencil with curses and spells to weaken the target. As I do so, the night slowly surrenders to the daylight.