Chapter 242
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Chapter 242
The morning sun rises over the horizon, illuminating the courtyard in a warm, orange-red glow. Already dressed and ready, I head out into the hallway with my new, ever-present shadow in tow, doing my best to ignore him. Ever since Blobby and Baledagh worked together to devour Dastans Spectres, the former Warrant Officer seems to have found purpose, emerging from his room two days later full of vim and vigour. Im glad for him, I really am, but Im not thrilled about his new outlook on life. It seems hes bent on worshiping the ground I walk on. Every time he looks at me, I see his eyes burning with a devotion bordering on fanaticism, refusing to stray far from my side unless ordered.
I find his overwhelming loyalty both disturbing and unnerving. Im not worthy of such adoration, and even if I were, Id rather not have a moustached pretty boy fawning over me. At least his new attitude hasnt spilled over to the others, probably because hes the only one I was honest with, aside from Gerel and Yuzhen. In retrospect, I shouldve lied to Dastan too, but I wasnt thinking straight. He was the first person Baledagh treated and excitement overcame reason, so I blurted it all out like an idiot. At least it was through Sending so no one could have possibly overheard, but still. I cant make mistakes like that again, the secrets and lies are getting to be too much. With so many people at differing levels of knowledge, its hard to keep track of who knows what. All it takes is one mistake, one wrong word to the wrong person, and this house of cards will come crashing down.
Knocking on Milas door, I motion for Dastan and his guards to stand watch outside. Hes none too happy about leaving my side, but I dont care. He needs to take it down a notch, the man has zero chill. After positioning two guards at the door, two beneath my window, and four on the roof above my room, Dastan still wanted to keep watch from INSIDE the bedroom. Im grateful hes taking his new job seriously, but Im not the frigging pope. Im just a dude with another dude inside my head and the landlord to an amorphous blob of quasi-sentient water.
I wish my life was less complicated.
Hearing pawing from the other side, I open the door to let Jimjam and Sarankho out. Closing the door behind me, I speak softly. Time to wake, my lovely ladies. The bear cubs peer at me from the bed, blinking sleepily before laying back down, which is more than I get from Mila or Lin. Sitting on the bed, I gently stroke Milas cheek, smiling at the lovely sight of my two favourite girls, their foreheads almost touching as they gently snore side by side. Gently shaking Mila by the shoulder, my efforts go unnoticed and then ignored for almost a full minute, my freckled, fiery haired beauty sleeping like a log. Lin isnt much better, batting my hand aside before turning away, an adorable frown pasted on her sleepy face.
As much as Id like to let them sleep in, Ive plans to be out of Sanshu within the hour. This city has drained away all my happiness and good cheer, so Id like to go home now. Redoubling my efforts by bouncing on the bed, I shout, Wake up. Your clothes are laid out, Li Song is harnessing your quins, and breakfast is waiting. Twin groans emerge from Mila and Lins lips as the cubs echo the sentiment, all four lazy bones refusing to get up. Losing my patience, I dip my hands in the basin and fling droplets of water into their faces while shouting, Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!
Lins piteous groan makes my heart ache with sympathy as my waifish sweetheart stretches ever so adorably. Its too early hubby... Two more hours please.
Hardening my resolve, I steal the pillows away. You can sleep while we ride. Get used to waking early. With all these wagons slowing us down, well be travelling from sun-up to sunset from here on out. Its already the eighth month and the weather will only get colder as the days go by. I'd like to be home before my birthday, so snap to it.
After another five minutes of pleading and coddling, I finally get Lin to sit up while Mila stubbornly refuses to get up. As Lin rubs her eyes, I lean over to nibble Milas earlobe. Jolting up, she shoves me away with a petulant glare, her cheeks reddening to match her hair. Seeing her angry makes my heart beat faster, her untidy, bedraggled look igniting my desires. Keeping calm, I smile and say, Oh good, youre up. Get dressed and wash your face, its time to go.
Hmm. Accepting the offered clothes, Mila points towards the door and I turn away so she and Lin can get dressed. We should have left days ago but you wanted to stay behind to attend parties with Major Yuzhen and a horde of scantily clad servants. Why the sudden rush to leave?
While Mila can come off as abrasive and her competitive nature is somewhat overbearing, I love it when she shows her jealousy. If she didnt care, she wouldnt be jealous, and seeing how jealous she gets tells me she cares a lot. Im not complaining about Lins dedication to finding me more wives, but sometimes, its nice to know someone wants you so badly, shes willing to fight for you. I told you, that was work. She wanted me to look over the ruling elite, make sure no one was... dirty. Mila and Lin both know about my Defiled cleansing efforts, though I havent told them the whole truth. Yuzhen and Gerel both insisted I never reveal my formerly compromised status to anyone and Baledagh agrees. I want to tell Mila and Lin, but Im terrified of seeing their reactions.
Itd break me to see fear or revulsion in their eyes, and I dont have enough courage to risk it.
In contrast to Baledaghs improvement, after seeing how insidious the Spectres can be, I am thoroughly horrified and depressed. How has the Empire survived so long with an invisible, intangible enemy knocking at the gates? Luckily, turning full-on Defiled isnt a simple process, though how it occurs is still a mystery. Baledagh believes it has something to do with surrender. You have to truly and wholly give up in order for them to take over, which says something about the human spirit. Even at their worst, people who truly give up are few and far between. Against all odds, most people labour to improve their lives, relying on their own power to fulfill their hopes and dreams. In contrast, it takes steady indoctrination from young to fully give up, as shown by the Defiled from north of the Bridge.
Its almost inspiring how strong the human spirit can be.
Less optimistically, it could be fear keeping people of the Empire in check. Plenty of motivation to keep from indulging the Spectres when mere suspicion of being Defiled is enough to have you killed out of hand.
Stopping to check on Rocs flock, boop the cats sitting in their wagons, and give my bears a hug, I climb onto Mafus back where a sleepy Lin sits in wait, snuggling into my arms for a nap. Moving to the head of the convoy, I lead my party towards the Western gate, finally heading home after all this time. Though Ive only been gone for little over five months now, it feels like an entire years gone by since I left the Bridge. What should have been a simple hunt for bandits and fame turned into a massive clusterfuck, with too many friends left behind. Its small comfort knowing they died as heroes, but its true. Even if their names are never remembered by history, Ill remember them. If not for their sacrifice in stopping Yo Lings plans, then its entirely possible the Spectre of Butcher Bay would have turned into the Spectre of Sanshu. I shudder to think what he might have accomplished after taking control of the city through the Coalition, and thank the Mother his plans never came to pass.
Shaking off dark thoughts of what might have been, I hum a little song beneath my breath, careful not to disturb Lins nap. For the next few weeks, Ill only have friends and subordinates around me, so I can finally cut loose and be my regular, goofy self. Keeping up appearances really sucks the fun out of life, and its been so long since I could be myself without worrying about saying the wrong thing or offending the wrong person. Nothing but open roads and empty skies ahead, aside from a small detour to explore Yo Lings hidden island fortress.
How cool is that? Plus, who knows, maybe Ill uncover some pirate booty while Im at it...
Arriving at the gate, I find a large crowd sitting in wait, passing through the gate before us. Recognizing a few faces, I ride ahead to greet them as decorum demands. Nodding to the occupants as I ride past the carriages, I stop at the foremost carriage. With his arm resting on the window, Zian half-sneers at the world as he sits in waiting, a naturally arrogant and aloof air about him. Though weve made some small progress in our frosty relationship, were still a ways away from burying the hatchet, so I greet him with a cordial, if strained smile. Good morning, young magistrate Zian. What a coincidence, to be leaving together. Why didnt he leave another day? Or later? Now, I have to think of a reason to convince him to move aside and let me through, else well be stuck behind them the whole way back to Shen Yun...
No coincidence, Zian says, still icy and detached. I heard you were leaving today and decided to travel with you. After all, there are still Defiled at large in the province, and Mao Jianghong has yet to be found.
Welp, there goes the nice relaxing trip Id envisioned. Channelling my inner politician, I smile and nod while extending a formal invitation, pretending to be thrilled to have them with us. Its not like I hate them, but I dont like them, and I cant be myself if theyre around. More games of face and pride, except now, I outrank them, which makes me a target for their envy and resentment. After a few minutes of polite chit-chat, I turn to leave and switch places with Baledagh to check if there are any Tainted or Defiled among my new travel companions. Zian and most of the other Warrant Officers are window-tainted, and my little brother takes care of them instantly, but even in the few dozen of people we pass, he finds more than one person who fits into the other categories, including BoShui who is almost as badly afflicted as Dastan was.
Nothing is ever easy. Now I have to figure out how to cleanse them without being noticed or outed. Maybe I can talk them into a group swim at the lake or something, on the way to Yo Lings island... Stifling a groan, I close my eyes and choke on heartbreak and sorrow. Ill need to come up with an excuse to leave them behind if I want to visit Yo Lings island in secret. Otherwise, these Society brats will want to tag along and probably even demand a share of the treasure. Its fine if theres nothing of value, but this is a bandit fortress thats been in use for decades. Who knows how much wealth the Butchers have stolen over the years? They cant have spent it all...
God dammit, I wanted to plunder pirate booty in secret. IN SECRET! What if theres something super awesome and expensive which cant be split? Itll be like the Contest all over again, hunted down by the Society for my treasures, only this time, they wont underestimate us.
Mark my words: nothing good ever came from sharing.
Chapter Meme
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Chapter 242
The morning sun rises over the horizon, illuminating the courtyard in a warm, orange-red glow. Already dressed and ready, I head out into the hallway with my new, ever-present shadow in tow, doing my best to ignore him. Ever since Blobby and Baledagh worked together to devour Dastans Spectres, the former Warrant Officer seems to have found purpose, emerging from his room two days later full of vim and vigour. Im glad for him, I really am, but Im not thrilled about his new outlook on life. It seems hes bent on worshiping the ground I walk on. Every time he looks at me, I see his eyes burning with a devotion bordering on fanaticism, refusing to stray far from my side unless ordered.
I find his overwhelming loyalty both disturbing and unnerving. Im not worthy of such adoration, and even if I were, Id rather not have a moustached pretty boy fawning over me. At least his new attitude hasnt spilled over to the others, probably because hes the only one I was honest with, aside from Gerel and Yuzhen. In retrospect, I shouldve lied to Dastan too, but I wasnt thinking straight. He was the first person Baledagh treated and excitement overcame reason, so I blurted it all out like an idiot. At least it was through Sending so no one could have possibly overheard, but still. I cant make mistakes like that again, the secrets and lies are getting to be too much. With so many people at differing levels of knowledge, its hard to keep track of who knows what. All it takes is one mistake, one wrong word to the wrong person, and this house of cards will come crashing down.
Knocking on Milas door, I motion for Dastan and his guards to stand watch outside. Hes none too happy about leaving my side, but I dont care. He needs to take it down a notch, the man has zero chill. After positioning two guards at the door, two beneath my window, and four on the roof above my room, Dastan still wanted to keep watch from INSIDE the bedroom. Im grateful hes taking his new job seriously, but Im not the frigging pope. Im just a dude with another dude inside my head and the landlord to an amorphous blob of quasi-sentient water.
I wish my life was less complicated.
Hearing pawing from the other side, I open the door to let Jimjam and Sarankho out. Closing the door behind me, I speak softly. Time to wake, my lovely ladies. The bear cubs peer at me from the bed, blinking sleepily before laying back down, which is more than I get from Mila or Lin. Sitting on the bed, I gently stroke Milas cheek, smiling at the lovely sight of my two favourite girls, their foreheads almost touching as they gently snore side by side. Gently shaking Mila by the shoulder, my efforts go unnoticed and then ignored for almost a full minute, my freckled, fiery haired beauty sleeping like a log. Lin isnt much better, batting my hand aside before turning away, an adorable frown pasted on her sleepy face.
As much as Id like to let them sleep in, Ive plans to be out of Sanshu within the hour. This city has drained away all my happiness and good cheer, so Id like to go home now. Redoubling my efforts by bouncing on the bed, I shout, Wake up. Your clothes are laid out, Li Song is harnessing your quins, and breakfast is waiting. Twin groans emerge from Mila and Lins lips as the cubs echo the sentiment, all four lazy bones refusing to get up. Losing my patience, I dip my hands in the basin and fling droplets of water into their faces while shouting, Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!
Lins piteous groan makes my heart ache with sympathy as my waifish sweetheart stretches ever so adorably. Its too early hubby... Two more hours please.
Hardening my resolve, I steal the pillows away. You can sleep while we ride. Get used to waking early. With all these wagons slowing us down, well be travelling from sun-up to sunset from here on out. Its already the eighth month and the weather will only get colder as the days go by. I'd like to be home before my birthday, so snap to it.
After another five minutes of pleading and coddling, I finally get Lin to sit up while Mila stubbornly refuses to get up. As Lin rubs her eyes, I lean over to nibble Milas earlobe. Jolting up, she shoves me away with a petulant glare, her cheeks reddening to match her hair. Seeing her angry makes my heart beat faster, her untidy, bedraggled look igniting my desires. Keeping calm, I smile and say, Oh good, youre up. Get dressed and wash your face, its time to go.
Hmm. Accepting the offered clothes, Mila points towards the door and I turn away so she and Lin can get dressed. We should have left days ago but you wanted to stay behind to attend parties with Major Yuzhen and a horde of scantily clad servants. Why the sudden rush to leave?
While Mila can come off as abrasive and her competitive nature is somewhat overbearing, I love it when she shows her jealousy. If she didnt care, she wouldnt be jealous, and seeing how jealous she gets tells me she cares a lot. Im not complaining about Lins dedication to finding me more wives, but sometimes, its nice to know someone wants you so badly, shes willing to fight for you. I told you, that was work. She wanted me to look over the ruling elite, make sure no one was... dirty. Mila and Lin both know about my Defiled cleansing efforts, though I havent told them the whole truth. Yuzhen and Gerel both insisted I never reveal my formerly compromised status to anyone and Baledagh agrees. I want to tell Mila and Lin, but Im terrified of seeing their reactions.
Itd break me to see fear or revulsion in their eyes, and I dont have enough courage to risk it.
In contrast to Baledaghs improvement, after seeing how insidious the Spectres can be, I am thoroughly horrified and depressed. How has the Empire survived so long with an invisible, intangible enemy knocking at the gates? Luckily, turning full-on Defiled isnt a simple process, though how it occurs is still a mystery. Baledagh believes it has something to do with surrender. You have to truly and wholly give up in order for them to take over, which says something about the human spirit. Even at their worst, people who truly give up are few and far between. Against all odds, most people labour to improve their lives, relying on their own power to fulfill their hopes and dreams. In contrast, it takes steady indoctrination from young to fully give up, as shown by the Defiled from north of the Bridge.
Its almost inspiring how strong the human spirit can be.
Less optimistically, it could be fear keeping people of the Empire in check. Plenty of motivation to keep from indulging the Spectres when mere suspicion of being Defiled is enough to have you killed out of hand.
Stopping to check on Rocs flock, boop the cats sitting in their wagons, and give my bears a hug, I climb onto Mafus back where a sleepy Lin sits in wait, snuggling into my arms for a nap. Moving to the head of the convoy, I lead my party towards the Western gate, finally heading home after all this time. Though Ive only been gone for little over five months now, it feels like an entire years gone by since I left the Bridge. What should have been a simple hunt for bandits and fame turned into a massive clusterfuck, with too many friends left behind. Its small comfort knowing they died as heroes, but its true. Even if their names are never remembered by history, Ill remember them. If not for their sacrifice in stopping Yo Lings plans, then its entirely possible the Spectre of Butcher Bay would have turned into the Spectre of Sanshu. I shudder to think what he might have accomplished after taking control of the city through the Coalition, and thank the Mother his plans never came to pass.
Shaking off dark thoughts of what might have been, I hum a little song beneath my breath, careful not to disturb Lins nap. For the next few weeks, Ill only have friends and subordinates around me, so I can finally cut loose and be my regular, goofy self. Keeping up appearances really sucks the fun out of life, and its been so long since I could be myself without worrying about saying the wrong thing or offending the wrong person. Nothing but open roads and empty skies ahead, aside from a small detour to explore Yo Lings hidden island fortress.
How cool is that? Plus, who knows, maybe Ill uncover some pirate booty while Im at it...
Arriving at the gate, I find a large crowd sitting in wait, passing through the gate before us. Recognizing a few faces, I ride ahead to greet them as decorum demands. Nodding to the occupants as I ride past the carriages, I stop at the foremost carriage. With his arm resting on the window, Zian half-sneers at the world as he sits in waiting, a naturally arrogant and aloof air about him. Though weve made some small progress in our frosty relationship, were still a ways away from burying the hatchet, so I greet him with a cordial, if strained smile. Good morning, young magistrate Zian. What a coincidence, to be leaving together. Why didnt he leave another day? Or later? Now, I have to think of a reason to convince him to move aside and let me through, else well be stuck behind them the whole way back to Shen Yun...
No coincidence, Zian says, still icy and detached. I heard you were leaving today and decided to travel with you. After all, there are still Defiled at large in the province, and Mao Jianghong has yet to be found.
Welp, there goes the nice relaxing trip Id envisioned. Channelling my inner politician, I smile and nod while extending a formal invitation, pretending to be thrilled to have them with us. Its not like I hate them, but I dont like them, and I cant be myself if theyre around. More games of face and pride, except now, I outrank them, which makes me a target for their envy and resentment. After a few minutes of polite chit-chat, I turn to leave and switch places with Baledagh to check if there are any Tainted or Defiled among my new travel companions. Zian and most of the other Warrant Officers are window-tainted, and my little brother takes care of them instantly, but even in the few dozen of people we pass, he finds more than one person who fits into the other categories, including BoShui who is almost as badly afflicted as Dastan was.
Nothing is ever easy. Now I have to figure out how to cleanse them without being noticed or outed. Maybe I can talk them into a group swim at the lake or something, on the way to Yo Lings island... Stifling a groan, I close my eyes and choke on heartbreak and sorrow. Ill need to come up with an excuse to leave them behind if I want to visit Yo Lings island in secret. Otherwise, these Society brats will want to tag along and probably even demand a share of the treasure. Its fine if theres nothing of value, but this is a bandit fortress thats been in use for decades. Who knows how much wealth the Butchers have stolen over the years? They cant have spent it all...
God dammit, I wanted to plunder pirate booty in secret. IN SECRET! What if theres something super awesome and expensive which cant be split? Itll be like the Contest all over again, hunted down by the Society for my treasures, only this time, they wont underestimate us.
Mark my words: nothing good ever came from sharing.
Chapter Meme
Chapter 242The morning sun rises over the horizon, illuminating the courtyard in a warm, orange-red glow. Already dressed and ready, I head out into the hallway with my new, ever-present shadow in tow, doing my best to ignore him. Ever since Blobby and Baledagh worked together to devour Dastans Spectres, the former Warrant Officer seems to have found purpose, emerging from his room two days later full of vim and vigour. Im glad for him, I really am, but Im not thrilled about his new outlook on life. It seems hes bent on worshiping the ground I walk on. Every time he looks at me, I see his eyes burning with a devotion bordering on fanaticism, refusing to stray far from my side unless ordered.I find his overwhelming loyalty both disturbing and unnerving. Im not worthy of such adoration, and even if I were, Id rather not have a moustached pretty boy fawning over me. At least his new attitude hasnt spilled over to the others, probably because hes the only one I was honest with, aside from Gerel and Yuzhen. In retrospect, I shouldve lied to Dastan too, but I wasnt thinking straight. He was the first person Baledagh treated and excitement overcame reason, so I blurted it all out like an idiot. At least it was through Sending so no one could have possibly overheard, but still. I cant make mistakes like that again, the secrets and lies are getting to be too much. With so many people at differing levels of knowledge, its hard to keep track of who knows what. All it takes is one mistake, one wrong word to the wrong person, and this house of cards will come crashing down.Knocking on Milas door, I motion for Dastan and his guards to stand watch outside. Hes none too happy about leaving my side, but I dont care. He needs to take it down a notch, the man has zero chill. After positioning two guards at the door, two beneath my window, and four on the roof above my room, Dastan still wanted to keep watch from INSIDE the bedroom. Im grateful hes taking his new job seriously, but Im not the frigging pope. Im just a dude with another dude inside my head and the landlord to an amorphous blob of quasi-sentient water.I wish my life was less complicated.Hearing pawing from the other side, I open the door to let Jimjam and Sarankho out. Closing the door behind me, I speak softly. Time to wake, my lovely ladies. The bear cubs peer at me from the bed, blinking sleepily before laying back down, which is more than I get from Mila or Lin. Sitting on the bed, I gently stroke Milas cheek, smiling at the lovely sight of my two favourite girls, their foreheads almost touching as they gently snore side by side. Gently shaking Mila by the shoulder, my efforts go unnoticed and then ignored for almost a full minute, my freckled, fiery haired beauty sleeping like a log. Lin isnt much better, batting my hand aside before turning away, an adorable frown pasted on her sleepy face.As much as Id like to let them sleep in, Ive plans to be out of Sanshu within the hour. This city has drained away all my happiness and good cheer, so Id like to go home now. Redoubling my efforts by bouncing on the bed, I shout, Wake up. Your clothes are laid out, Li Song is harnessing your quins, and breakfast is waiting. Twin groans emerge from Mila and Lins lips as the cubs echo the sentiment, all four lazy bones refusing to get up. Losing my patience, I dip my hands in the basin and fling droplets of water into their faces while shouting, Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!Lins piteous groan makes my heart ache with sympathy as my waifish sweetheart stretches ever so adorably. Its too early hubby... Two more hours please.Hardening my resolve, I steal the pillows away. You can sleep while we ride. Get used to waking early. With all these wagons slowing us down, well be travelling from sun-up to sunset from here on out. Its already the eighth month and the weather will only get colder as the days go by. I'd like to be home before my birthday, so snap to it.After another five minutes of pleading and coddling, I finally get Lin to sit up while Mila stubbornly refuses to get up. As Lin rubs her eyes, I lean over to nibble Milas earlobe. Jolting up, she shoves me away with a petulant glare, her cheeks reddening to match her hair. Seeing her angry makes my heart beat faster, her untidy, bedraggled look igniting my desires. Keeping calm, I smile and say, Oh good, youre up. Get dressed and wash your face, its time to go.Hmm. Accepting the offered clothes, Mila points towards the door and I turn away so she and Lin can get dressed. We should have left days ago but you wanted to stay behind to attend parties with Major Yuzhen and a horde of scantily clad servants. Why the sudden rush to leave?While Mila can come off as abrasive and her competitive nature is somewhat overbearing, I love it when she shows her jealousy. If she didnt care, she wouldnt be jealous, and seeing how jealous she gets tells me she cares a lot. Im not complaining about Lins dedication to finding me more wives, but sometimes, its nice to know someone wants you so badly, shes willing to fight for you. I told you, that was work. She wanted me to look over the ruling elite, make sure no one was... dirty. Mila and Lin both know about my Defiled cleansing efforts, though I havent told them the whole truth. Yuzhen and Gerel both insisted I never reveal my formerly compromised status to anyone and Baledagh agrees. I want to tell Mila and Lin, but Im terrified of seeing their reactions.Itd break me to see fear or revulsion in their eyes, and I dont have enough courage to risk it.In contrast to Baledaghs improvement, after seeing how insidious the Spectres can be, I am thoroughly horrified and depressed. How has the Empire survived so long with an invisible, intangible enemy knocking at the gates? Luckily, turning full-on Defiled isnt a simple process, though how it occurs is still a mystery. Baledagh believes it has something to do with surrender. You have to truly and wholly give up in order for them to take over, which says something about the human spirit. Even at their worst, people who truly give up are few and far between. Against all odds, most people labour to improve their lives, relying on their own power to fulfill their hopes and dreams. In contrast, it takes steady indoctrination from young to fully give up, as shown by the Defiled from north of the Bridge. Its almost inspiring how strong the human spirit can be.Less optimistically, it could be fear keeping people of the Empire in check. Plenty of motivation to keep from indulging the Spectres when mere suspicion of being Defiled is enough to have you killed out of hand.Stopping to check on Rocs flock, boop the cats sitting in their wagons, and give my bears a hug, I climb onto Mafus back where a sleepy Lin sits in wait, snuggling into my arms for a nap. Moving to the head of the convoy, I lead my party towards the Western gate, finally heading home after all this time. Though Ive only been gone for little over five months now, it feels like an entire years gone by since I left the Bridge. What should have been a simple hunt for bandits and fame turned into a massive clusterfuck, with too many friends left behind. Its small comfort knowing they died as heroes, but its true. Even if their names are never remembered by history, Ill remember them. If not for their sacrifice in stopping Yo Lings plans, then its entirely possible the Spectre of Butcher Bay would have turned into the Spectre of Sanshu. I shudder to think what he might have accomplished after taking control of the city through the Coalition, and thank the Mother his plans never came to pass.Shaking off dark thoughts of what might have been, I hum a little song beneath my breath, careful not to disturb Lins nap. For the next few weeks, Ill only have friends and subordinates around me, so I can finally cut loose and be my regular, goofy self. Keeping up appearances really sucks the fun out of life, and its been so long since I could be myself without worrying about saying the wrong thing or offending the wrong person. Nothing but open roads and empty skies ahead, aside from a small detour to explore Yo Lings hidden island fortress.How cool is that? Plus, who knows, maybe Ill uncover some pirate booty while Im at it...Arriving at the gate, I find a large crowd sitting in wait, passing through the gate before us. Recognizing a few faces, I ride ahead to greet them as decorum demands. Nodding to the occupants as I ride past the carriages, I stop at the foremost carriage. With his arm resting on the window, Zian half-sneers at the world as he sits in waiting, a naturally arrogant and aloof air about him. Though weve made some small progress in our frosty relationship, were still a ways away from burying the hatchet, so I greet him with a cordial, if strained smile. Good morning, young magistrate Zian. What a coincidence, to be leaving together. Why didnt he leave another day? Or later? Now, I have to think of a reason to convince him to move aside and let me through, else well be stuck behind them the whole way back to Shen Yun...No coincidence, Zian says, still icy and detached. I heard you were leaving today and decided to travel with you. After all, there are still Defiled at large in the province, and Mao Jianghong has yet to be found.Welp, there goes the nice relaxing trip Id envisioned. Channelling my inner politician, I smile and nod while extending a formal invitation, pretending to be thrilled to have them with us. Its not like I hate them, but I dont like them, and I cant be myself if theyre around. More games of face and pride, except now, I outrank them, which makes me a target for their envy and resentment. After a few minutes of polite chit-chat, I turn to leave and switch places with Baledagh to check if there are any Tainted or Defiled among my new travel companions. Zian and most of the other Warrant Officers are window-tainted, and my little brother takes care of them instantly, but even in the few dozen of people we pass, he finds more than one person who fits into the other categories, including BoShui who is almost as badly afflicted as Dastan was.Nothing is ever easy. Now I have to figure out how to cleanse them without being noticed or outed. Maybe I can talk them into a group swim at the lake or something, on the way to Yo Lings island... Stifling a groan, I close my eyes and choke on heartbreak and sorrow. Ill need to come up with an excuse to leave them behind if I want to visit Yo Lings island in secret. Otherwise, these Society brats will want to tag along and probably even demand a share of the treasure. Its fine if theres nothing of value, but this is a bandit fortress thats been in use for decades. Who knows how much wealth the Butchers have stolen over the years? They cant have spent it all...God dammit, I wanted to plunder pirate booty in secret. IN SECRET! What if theres something super awesome and expensive which cant be split? Itll be like the Contest all over again, hunted down by the Society for my treasures, only this time, they wont underestimate us.Mark my words: nothing good ever came from sharing.Chapter Meme
