In the meantime, smoke rises in the distance as the sun rises.
Suddenly, fire and flames! A roaring wildfire ripped through the forest consuming everything in its way as the man in black coat exacted his plan to burn out Chaldea from the forest after Penth and Hua Tao had fled from his wrath.
Biting and burning, at the pace of a running man, it was quickly barreling down onto Chaldea's Base.
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〇Suddenly springing forth from the coast a massive wall of water crashed upon the burning wood, flooding everything but also extinguishing all until it was calm.
Just now tall pillars of blackened wood as the fires died down. A raging forest fire extinguished in less than ten seconds. stream covered everything for a while.
In the distance, a single man in a black coat grinned at the sight of this power before turning back to his fellow cultists, "Not now. But we shall have it when the time is right..."
And with that they faded into parts of the forest not yet burnt.
As Gilgamesh reserves carts upon carts of gold and treasure entering his city he sense through his foresight that something wasn't right about this gold. He saw the moment it entered the hands of mortal men that something would happen with them the moment they touched it and took it as their own. Something that could very well destroy entire nations.
"Sir?" one of the cart drivers said confused.
"I'm just following orders," the man shrugged, "My Lord did ask me to pass this to you."
The man approached and reached inside his coat to present a gold-trimmed letter with a bright yellow stamp on it.
"Um... yes, sir," the man stuttered and opened the letter,
"It is not hard to deduce who rules this city from its extravagance. It was a shame I could not bring you into the fold despite my many catalysts under my control. But to have you as an worthy ally would be the closest thing. I have done my research and am aware of your powers of foresight. If you are indeed ordering my men to read this letter to you, you have no doubt have suspicions upon the Gold delivered to you. So I do not give to you this treasure as a monetary gift, but in a way a warning of the reach that I could have.
This is a weapon I could have deployed, one that can destroy entire nations and factions if spread amongst them.
A weapon that will linger for no doubt years on end like a festering wound.
A weapon in the form of carts of gold.
So be warned, I am an ally, but my reach is infinite.
The man stared Gilgamesh down, revealing unnatural sickly purple eyes that somehow dared to make eye contact with the king of heroes, "My Lord has many meanings and many foes that watch his every step. Be wise to pay heed to his words twice for they carry great weight."
The man flinched, taking several steps back but then taking a few forward in response, "I suggest you think twice more on my words, King of Heroes, my Lord only needs speak once to convey two messages."
With that he turned around, freeing a loose horse from the cart and starting to ride away.
A package would be delivered to Nicolo with a note attached to it, "You will need the best Tuners I have at my disposal. Pay me a visit if you so wish."
A limited amount of white powder tied within a red silken handkerchief with gold lettering with the initials "N.N.S"
"This is just going to cause trouble," Levin said again as they finally made to back to Gilgamesh's Base.
A horde of nearly a hundred and a half people shuffled forward, many tired and weary from the long march all the way south. But their spirits were still up as they sang in latin (praising the cornucopia as sort of a holy artifact in their hymns) and chattered with each other along the way. At the front was the village elder with his weathered skin and shock-white hair, gripping his staff with one hand and gripping it with another.
"Have we arrived in Jerusalem?" his bushy eyebrows raised as he laid sight to the golden city.
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach @Vormal/Asstolfo/Morban/Sword/Cat"We will rest in the House of God, paying Him about with reverence," he nodded as he held up the cornercopia, "A worthy place to pay tribute to Him above."
The townspeople began to shuffle away while the elder stayed alongside Knight-Ranger Levin and Caenis. Levin looked the most displeased of the duo.
"Yes," the elder nodded, "What is it that you wish to do with it?"
The elder nodded.
The pair both glanced at each other, "The report will be made in due time when the mission is complete." Levin said. "And, ma'am, if we may be able to discuss with you in private."
There was a room that the both of them selected. It had a window with a view on a courtyard below where the Elder was speaking to his people.
"We have a problem," Levin said, "In order to repair your crest, the artifact will have to be disassembled in such a way it can never be repaired." he looked out, "And given how fanatical these people are, it will be an issue."
"Unless they're eliminated before it becomes an issue." Caenis said.
"It's not the peasants I'm the most worried about, it's the elder," Levin said, "The elder isn't letting go of it anytime soon and there's a high chance that prolonged contact with it has somehow had him attune to it, to understand it in a way. So he may notice a replacement even if we can somehow part him from it for a second."
"Furthermore I personally believe they pose a security risk to my Lord at large."
Caenis spoke up, "As for them being useful, there are better and more obedient sources of fodder for Chaldea to use."
"And the entire population unless you want a riot in the middle of your fortress," Cain said, "Given the fact it's the entire population of the village, meaning we're dealing with all age groups, it'll be a messy affair but an easy one."
"One last chance," Levin said. "I'm not happy with what we may have to do, but my Lord has made his command and I will obey."
Without a further word they left, closing the door behind them.
A moment later the door opened and the elder came strutting in, the artifact gripped tightly underneath his arm.
"Oh?" he said as he took a seat, "We did not have much tea in our humble village so I thank you greatly for offering me some."
"This is more of a holy pilgrimage now," he took a sip of the tea, "As long as my people are safe and the Holy Concuripia is in our protection, I am willing to hear what options you are offering."
Though he had a raised white eyebrow, not sure what really to expect.
He was silent for a long while, unresponsive as he kept staring forward as he heard her speak.
Eventually he did, a shakiness in his voice betraying itself as he spoke very softly and very simply to what she said, "You will kill us if we do not surrender it?"
He dropped the cup, letting it shatter on the ground, "And even if I do give it, what is even stopping you from mercilessly massacred?"
A trembling hand went up to touch the fresh bleeding wound on his cheek, "You're not of the Church... you're a devil wearing the skin of one."
He blinked heavily as he was deep in panic thought, "If I refuse to give it, you will kill us and take it anyway. If I am to surrender the Holy Artifact, then we at least have a chance to find another. My people come first..."
The elder snarled and placed the concupia on the table, "Take it. You disgust me. We should never have trusted you and walked here like sheeps to the harvest. Take solace in robbing the only hope we have left in this dark world, it will be all you will gain before God strikes you down for this heresy.”
Levin was waiting outside the door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Do I need to do cleanup?" he asked as she walked out.
"That won't be possible. They've been exposed to it for the past few months and have come... intimate with it. It will be hard even with my Lord's best Magus." he said, "But not impossible. Though I have to question if the resource and time is really worth it for a bunch of rabble."
@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach"It's not too late to turn back," Levin said, "But it soon will be. I suggest you use Chaldea's esoteric methods to bring the artifact to my Lord."
"Do you wish to have any of those you care about there?" Levin continued, "From what I hear the process may not be the most comfortable."
"Very well. I have my own tasks to carry out while on this Eastern Isle. But I wish you the best of luck my lady."
"..." he was silent for a bit, "Cleaning up loose ends for My Lord. The False Lords are in discussion over evacuating what forces we have off this island. The Patriarch does not want any outliers to his plan Do not interfere."
"My thanks." he pocketed the rations, "And if you require any assistance, do no fret over calling for the Knight-Rangers. We will answer your call whereever you are."
He handed her a small glowing crystal, "Crush it and it will send a message."
[Nicolo gains "Favour of the Knight-Rangers"]
[The ability to summon 1d4+2 Knight-Rangers when the tide is dire]
Spirits of the past, with your name set in legend.
I call out to you, with this dance, with this fervor.
You who would be stirred by my passion and respond to my will...
Take form through me and be as my sword!