Chapter 18 (1/2)

Part 1

”Another perfect score,” Judy flatly stated at the end of the last song by some lesser-known pop band. I emerged from my thoughts and looked at the other girl grinning broadly in front of me. After a second or two I returned the gesture, albeit weakly. My reaction must not have been satisfying enough, since the princess's smile quickly withered and got replaced by the apex predator of all pouts.

”Don't you have anything to say?” she asked me as her brows twitched dangerously.

”Good job. You are a great singer,” I answered in a machine-like fashion, which only made her pout even harder.

”You didn't mean that at all!”

”I did,” I told her with a sigh, ”You cannot expect the same enthusiasm after the... what was it? The sixth time?”

”Eighth,” Judy corrected me while she was poking at the touchscreen of the song picker.

The princess turned her nose up with a huff and sat down beside me, letting Judy onto the center stage of the small karaoke booth. In retrospect, I felt a little sorry for her, so I tried to come up with some minor praise, but I never had the chance to say it as Judy began singing and I once again felt myself slip into a tired stupor.

It was more about mental exhaustion than physical, though the latter also played a role in my sour disposition. After my encounter with the creature on Friday, I had spent all my time knee-deep in research. I didn't know how other survivors of near-death encounters coped with the experience, but in my case, it manifested as a compulsion to find out as much as I could about my assailant lest I would be found flat-footed again.

Unfortunately, I couldn't turn up much. It was a Faun, one of the demi-human foot soldiers of the Abyssals. Of that, I was fairly certain. However, I could not find any reference to the outline light show that we engaged in. Not only that, according to the Celestial Hub, Faun were supposed to be these inarticulate monstrosities that only cared about fighting and destruction, another bit that didn't fit my attacker's modus operandi. I was getting so desperate I even tried to call Snowy, but she had her phone turned off all weekend for some reason.

It was more than a little infuriating. I had the entire Celestial Intelligence Network at my disposal, combined with having an actual Abyssal in my phonebook, and yet I still came up blank. And then there was the date, or rather, the outing. I was tempted to pull the plug on it, or at the very least indefinitely postpone it, but both Judy and Elly kept bombarding me with text messages about their plans, and I just didn't have the heart to rain on their parade. Not to mention, while that Faun was probably really, really dangerous, he didn't actually ‘attack' me per se. Or maybe he did? No, in hindsight I can say that whatever that special effects show was back there, it didn't feel like an attack. Not to mention that I was reasonably certain that if he wanted me dead, I wouldn't have been sitting in this karaoke booth. I couldn't even attribute the uninterrupted continuation of this old habit of mine called breathing to just staying indoors for all Saturday. My wooden front door probably wasn't going to stop him if he really wanted to come in.

In retrospect, my dat—outing turned out to be fairly uneventful. That didn't mean it wasn't hectic, tiring, and positively exhausting, but at least there was no sign of the Faun anywhere.

Now, I wasn't saying that it was all bad. When we started out, it was actually fairly exciting, as seeing the two girls in their casual clothes was a refreshing experience... though I suppose I've already seen Judy like that, but this time she put extra effort into her appearance. She was wearing a knit sweater under a light coat with jeans and a pair of ankle boots, which fit the season pretty well, and she looked pretty good in it. The real surprise was the princess, who showed up in a low-cut blouse with a short skirt and stockings with a pair of long boots. I couldn't help but ask if she was cold like that, but she insisted that she was fine. Draconic physiology, I supposed. Needless to say, I felt a little under-dressed, as I was only wearing my uniform's trousers and shirt with one of my black, double-breasted woolen long coats, of which I had about twenty in my wardrobe for some reason. The girls insisted it suited me, but I still regretted not wearing a different pair of shoes at the very least.

Not that these silly apparel issues held my attention for long, as it was hard to keep my mind off the Faun and our encounter, and the girls quickly noticed that I didn't have my whole heart in the activities. Speaking of activities, the two of them apparently couldn't agree on exactly where to go and what to do, so we went everywhere and did everything.

The morning started out with us heading to the zoo, followed by a snack at a bakery at the other end of the town, after which we had a brief window-shopping session ending with a short lunch at a fancy restaurant. After that, we visited an aquarium, watched a god-awful romantic comedy in the cinema, and finally ended up in the karaoke bar tucked away in a corner of the shopping district.

”Your turn.”

I involuntarily twitched and blinked with what I hoped wasn't a particularly stupid expression before the words properly registered and I took the microphone from the hand extended towards me. I stood up and walked to the song picker.

But back to the topic of the outing: While I wouldn't say we had a bad time, there was something of a tension in the air between the three of us.

By all intents and purposes, this little outing should've been a blast. I was spending time with two people I liked, we were going around to places traditionally associated with fun, and even without that, just hanging out with my friends like this should've been enjoyable in and of itself... and yet it wasn't. Not really. It felt more like we were eyeing each other for the whole time; waiting for someone else to break the ice and address the elephant in the room, but neither of them did it. Though again, nor did I. Stones and glass houses, eh?

And so we were here, trapped in this non-relationship where no one really dared to make the first move in fear of ruining it for everyone. I was seriously tempted to just break the status quo and get it over with, sink or swim, but at the same time I knew it was too early to do so. I was damned if I made a move, damned if I didn't. God, I hated these stupid social Gordian knots.

”Are you okay?”

”Hm?” I was a little startled as I looked up and met the princess's eyes. ”Yes, why?”

”You've been cycling through the songs for two minutes,” my assistant supplied the answer. I frowned and glanced down at my hand, which was still absent-mindedly poking at the screen. I stopped and stifled a groan.

”I'm fine, I just... I was just lost in thought.”

My two companions shared a skeptical look between each other at my expense.

”Chief... If you don't feel well, we can always end the day early.”

”Nah,” I shook my head as I began cycling through the songs again. ”I'm fine. Just give me a moment.”

I sighed inwardly. Great. Now I even made them worried. This was steadily shaping up to be the best worst double non-date in the history of ever.

Part 2

”Say whatever you want, I definitely won,” the princess declared, smiling like a well-fed cat.

”That is quite the achievement, considering it wasn't a competition,” my assistant responded in a deadpan grumble.

”You just say that because you lost.”

”Once again, and I cannot stress this enough, I couldn't have lost since it wasn't a competition.”

”You wouldn't say that if you were the one who won.”

My assistant sent her a scathing glare (read: she slightly furrowed her brows) before she turned to me and said, ”Chief, please say something.”

”Huh? Sorry, what were you talking about?”

This time she turned said scathing glare to me, but then she shook her head and said, ”Nothing.”

To be perfectly honest, I was listening (otherwise I wouldn't have been able to describe what they were saying, duh). I just refused to get involved in their bickering. Not that I wouldn't have stepped in if the situation evolved into a full-fledged argument, but as things stood, I needed my attention elsewhere.

We were already on our way home after the last stop of our outing, a dinner at an extra-fancy restaurant (a different one than where we had our lunch). The sky became overcast while we were at the karaoke bar, so dusk settled a little earlier than usual. Because of that, I was paying extra attention to our environment, scanning every alleyway and crossroad for signs of the mysterious Faun.

I even went as far as to try and use my Far Sight to find him, but no matter how hard I tried to picture him in my mind, I couldn't see anything. Maybe I needed to have prolonged contact with people to be able to look for them? Or maybe it could be as simple as knowing their actual name (which in this case I didn't)? Damn, I was always putting off learning more about my Far Sight in favor of more pressing issues, but at this moment I would've given an arm and a leg to know what made it tick.

I obviously didn't make any headway on that front during the couple of minutes it took to take the princess home. It didn't mean I stopped trying until we got there though.

When we arrived at the gates of the mansion, I was once again hit by how it looked both majestic and utterly ridiculous in the suburban neighborhood. One would think I'd get used to it after a couple of visits, but no, it was just as jarring as the first time. But back to the gates: upon our arrival, we were greeted by a familiar-looking maid. She was young, tall, and wore her long blonde hair in two tidy braids on the back of her head under that white frilly headwear-thing that all stereotypical maids sported all the time. Her name was... Ugh... something starting with ‘M'...Melissa, maybe?

She clapped her hands and the gates opened by themselves, though the soft whirring noise coming from the nearby bushes told me it was probably just some mundane machinery that did the heavy lifting. She lowered her head and curtsied to us as we came closer.

”Welcome back, milady. Shall I tell the staff to prepare the parlor?”

”The parlor?” the princess muttered uncertainly. The maid looked over each one of us in turn and lowered her head apologetically.

”My apologies. I presumed we were having guests.”

”Oh no, they are just—”

The princess began, but it was at this moment that a sudden idea kicked down the back doors of my frontal lobe screaming, urging me to step forwards and raise my hand in a hurry.

”Actually!” I interjected loudly, baffling everyone present for a moment, including myself. I cleared my throat and smiled awkwardly before I lowered my voice and continued. ”Actually, I don't think we have seen your mansion from the inside, have we?”

”No, we haven't,” Judy answered immediately, apparently deciding to follow my lead even though I gave her no reason to do so. My assistant was on the top of her game as always. I sent her an appreciative glance and faced the other two again.

”Isn't this a good opportunity to do that? It would be a better way to end the day than to just separate here.”

”True,” Judy nodded and we both looked at the princess expectantly. She was taken aback by our proposal at first, but she quickly collected herself and grinned at us in full nobility mode.

”I agree. I don't think there should be any harm in doing so.” She turned on her heel and addressed the maid next. ”Please tell the twins we have guests after all. Could you prepare us some tea and biscuits?”

”Most certainly,” the young servant woman answered with another curtsy.

I let the princess cross the gate first and urged Judy with my eyes to follow. I trailed after them a few steps behind, but as I entered the courtyard I immediately gestured for the maid to come closer. She was confused at first but still walked over to my side in the end.

”Yes? Can I help you?”

”I really hope so,” I told her while glancing back at the girls. They stopped only a couple of meters ahead of us, where the princess was in the middle of animatedly showing Judy around a small pond. I turned my attention back at the maid and, after pondering on her name for a few seconds longer, took a stab in the dark.

”Melinda, right?” If she was surprised, it didn't show on her face, but instead she just nodded sharply. She was a professional. ”Is Sebastian around?”

”Yes, von Fraenir is in the mansion. Do you wish to keep your presence hidden from him?” I raised a single brow at her inquiry, so she added, ”I was under the impression you are not on the best of terms.”

”That is a very polite way to say that we hate each other's guts, but you are actually correct. However, I would actually like to ask for the opposite. Could you tell him I wish to talk to him?” She blinked at me like she didn't understand the request, so I added, ”It's about draconian business.”

Her eyes narrowed in a frown and she nodded sharply. I returned the gesture and swiftly followed after the others, who were in the process of discussing the architectural style of the mansion's veranda. I wasn't particularly well-versed in the field of architecture, so I pretended to understand what Elly was talking about and periodically nodded in agreement to whatever she said.

One thing was clear though: the place was fancy as hell on the outside, but it held no candle to the interior. The foyer even had a big, crystal chandelier that would've looked gaudy anywhere else, but since everything was so gaudy to begin with, it fit right in. I admittedly knew even less about interior design than architecture, but looking at the décor made me think of the word ‘Victorian'. It was all about showing off the wealth and patina of the household, though the amount of gold and rare wood in the hallways was maybe a bit of an overkill.

The parlor itself wasn't half shabby either. It was huge, dominated by a gently burning hearth surrounded by a set of old, leather-bound red sofas arranged around a coffee table. It had a thick glass top sitting on four cast-metal legs in the shape of, surprise-surprise, dragons. The walls were also covered with a series of fancy (not to mention expensive) looking paintings depicting aged patriarchs with stern brows, unexpectedly outnumbered by the matriarchs trying to out-glare the men. I guess it ran in the family.

”That one is great-grandfather Antonio. He was a duke in Italy,” the princess chattered as she pointed at the next painting in turn. We were going backward in chronological order, and I could see the change in the art style of each painting, but even the latest one seemed quite old. It was a little disappointing, as I was actually hoping to see if they had a cubist portrait. It would've looked hilarious in this environment, but alas, I had no such luck.

”Are all of them your ancestors?” I asked as I arrived at their side.

”Yes.” Elly nodded with a proud smile. ”These are the members of the main family from the past five hundred years!”

That made me remember a question I wanted to ask for quite some time, so I raised my hand like in the classroom and waited for the princess to notice me.

”Yes?”

”I have a question.”

”By all means, ask.”

I pointedly looked over the paintings one more time before I turned back to her.

”Looking at the age of these portraits makes me curious. Just how long do you draconians live?”

Our host raised a contemplative finger to her lips.

”It depends. Those with thinner blood only age a little slower than humans, so... about one hundred and twenty. Give or take a decade.”

”And the ones with thicker blood?” Judy followed up while inconspicuously poking at her phone. She must've been taking notes for a while by now. Elly cocked her head to the side in reaction, with her finger still on her lower lip.

”I... Actually, I don't know. Being a draconian is very dangerous, so few of us die of old age. I think father once mentioned that my great-grandpa lived for over three hundred years and he was the oldest living draconian at the time.” She paused, and seeing the completely unrelated expression of interest on my face, she continued with renewed vigor. ”I don't know how old one of us could get, but dragons were rumored to be so long-lived they were practically immortal, so I don't see why we couldn't be like that once—” She suddenly winced, apparently remembering something unpleasant that momentarily scrunched up her face. She shook her head and forced a smile onto her lips a moment later. ”B-But that's beside the point. Let's talk about something more interesting.”

”No no. This was very interesting. Thank you very much.”

”You are... welcome?” the princess answered with a somewhat confused expression, probably completely unaware of the fact that she just handed me the last puzzle piece I needed to make my upcoming discussion with the annoying butler a hundred times more profitable.

I was ready to move on, but no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, the skewed gender-ratio was bothering me, so I asked, ”By the way, is your family more likely to have daughters? Is it a draconian thing?”

Elly didn't understand my question at first, but then she followed my gaze, and once she saw that I was still looking at the paintings, she quickly shook her head.

”Oh, that's not it. Those are the wives of the past patriarchs.”

”That doesn't add up,” Judy noted at my side, and I shoved my agreement with a grunt. My ballpark estimate said that for every male portrait, there was an average of two and a half women.

”It's because the patriarchs of the past had more than one wife,” Elly informed me like it was common knowledge. ”It was necessary to keep up the bloodline. Dad doesn't practice it, but one of my uncles has three wives, and my grandpa…”

The princess continued to explain her family's peculiar traditions, but I couldn't really pay attention, as the word 'precedent' was ringing in my head like a naval cannon. Nudging Elly to invite us in was rapidly turning into one of the best decisions I've ever made. I couldn't help but wonder if I could keep up the track record during my meeting with the butler as well.

By chance (or maybe not, as I could totally imagine her waiting until we finished talking), the blonde maid showed up in the doorway and gestured to me. I smiled back at her and said to the girls; ”Uh... I think I drank one too many cans of coke today. I need to use the toilet.” The princess let out a soft giggle and was ready to show me the way, but I raised my hands apologetically and subsequently pointed at the maid. ”You really don't need to. I'll ask her. You two stay here and have your tea. I'll be back before you know it.”

As if they were waiting for my words as well, a pair of thin maids with bob-cuts entered the parlor pushing two small serving carts; one with an elaborate porcelain tea set and another with a veritable mountain of biscuits and other sweets. I smiled at them appreciatively, though they didn't return the gesture. They were also a little familiar, and after wracking my brain for a few seconds I could recall them from the time when I first took the princess home. They didn't seem particularly friendly back then either, so I just shrugged them off.

Following this, I headed towards the blonde servant still standing by the doorway and she immediately turned around to lead the way. I followed half a step behind her as we ventured into the depths of the estate. That might have sounded overly dramatic, but trust me, the place was massive.

Long story short, navigating the hallways and stairwells of the mansion for several minutes, we arrived in front of a heavy mahogany door with the words ‘Sebastian von Fraenir' engraved onto its surface at eye-level with a thick, golden font. So the guy had his own office with his name on it. Neat. I was ready to knock and enter, since I was in a bit of a hurry, as I told the girls I was only leaving for a couple of minutes, but I was stopped by a polite cough at my side. I faced the young maid with a curious ”Yes?”

”Before you enter, may I ask you something?”

”Of course.”

”Considering that this might be the last time we have the fortune to talk...”

”Well, that's not ominous at all!” I grumbled with a roll of my eyes. I could swear I saw the corners of her lips twitch, but she continued like I didn't interrupt her.

”... I was somewhat curious about one thing. How did you know my name?”

”It's because the princess told me.” I wanted to add a soft ‘Duh!', but I refrained.

”She did?”

”Yes, just a couple of days ago, actually. During lunch break, to be exact.” I paused and flashed a smile. ”By the way, I appreciated your help with the lunch box. It was delicious.”

”The lunchbox was milady's creation in its entirety. Neither I nor any other servant took part in its making.” She corrected me in a slightly mechanical voice, like her line was rehearsed or something.

”Except for suggesting the pepper,” I corrected her playfully.

”... She told you about that too?”

”Of course she did. Why, is that strange?”

She paused again while she collected her thoughts and finally shook her head.

”No, it isn't.” After a moment more she gave me a shallow curtsy and bow. ”Please continue to support milady in the future.”

I was taken aback for a moment, but in the end I let out an awkward chuckle and answered with, ”That was actually what I wanted to ask you.”

She nodded with a level of solemnity that was completely unbefitting the situation and excused herself. She pattered away in a dignified strut, her large skirts all but billowing as she walked. I waited for her to disappear out of sight before I turned to the door and promptly knocked.

”Come in,” came the familiar voice of the old butler from inside. He didn't have to say it twice, as I already had my fingers on the doorknob.

The inside of the large office, or whatever it was called, somehow managed to be even posher than the rest of the mansion. It also had a gently burning fireplace like the parlor, but instead of the unified look of that room, this place looked more like a giant, elaborate trophy room filled to the brim with objects from vastly different cultures. The floor was covered by Persian rugs, the furniture looked vaguely Chinese, the walls were covered in a wide variety of wild game trophies, plaques with various weapons and other items mounted on them, and there was even a full set of gilded plate armor standing in the corner holding a plain spear that nevertheless shone with that ethereal glow I already began to associate with magic.

Combine that with the red lighting of the room, provided by the open fireplace and the last rays of the sunset, and add in that weird smell of history that seemed to permeate every really old place, and it truly felt like I stepped into a different world altogether. I didn't wonder for long though, as the old butler cleared his throat and drew my attention to him. He was standing by a large, curtained window and stared into the distance. Or maybe he was just refusing to look at me as some sort of silly social power-play. Sure, we could still see each other in the eye through his reflection on the glass, but it was still rude.

”So it is true.” He let out a decidedly sinister chuckle. ”To think you would willingly come to my lair to have counsel with—” His eyes suddenly opened wide and a second later he turned on his heel and shouted, ”Put that down!”

”What, this?” I waved the statuette I picked up from the drawer next to the door. It looked similar to one of those Neolithic fertility idols, except obviously more recent. ”I was just curious. What does it do?”

The butler rushed up to my side and snatched the statuette out of my hand.

”It is none of your business. Who gave you permission to touch anything?!”

”Sorry, but it's just hard to contain myself with all of these interesting things around me. Like that creepy Japanese doll over there, or that lion head on the wall, or that spear. Especially the spear.”

The old man's face tensed up as he looked me over again. He placed the statuette back onto the drawer and faced me with a measured voice.

”What do you find interesting about that spear?”

”It's enchanted or something,” I told him off-handedly while I walked over to one of the old sofas and gestured for my host to join me. ”Anyways, I came to talk business, so we should get started.”

Sebastian glared at me before he sharply exhaled through his flared nostrils and walked over to the sofa in front of mine.

”And here I was hoping milady has finally convinced you to apologize for your insolence. How foolish of me.”

”Foolish indeed,” I nodded sagely, completely ignoring his thundering eyes. ”I am looking for information.”

”Are you now?” He swept back his monochrome hair as he sat down and looked me in the eye. ”According to what I've heard, you wanted to discuss,” he raised his hands and continued, in air-quotes, ”'draconian business.'”

”Well, kind of. It would be more accurate to say that what I want to discuss might interest you as the steward of the Dracis family. It might even concern the estate's security.”

The change in my tone made him falter for a moment, but at last he let down his hands.

”Speak then.”

I took a deep breath and began, ”First and foremost, I wondered if you knew about any out-of-place characters wandering in the neighborhood.”

He eyed me for a few seconds, but then he said, ”Only a trio of children of your age. They have been wandering around the streets as if looking for something, but they hardly seem to be a threat to us.”

”I think I know the guys you are talking about, and I agree. Those guys couldn't threaten their way out of a wet paper bag if their lives depended on it.”

”... That doesn't seem to make any sense.”

”I know. It sounded better in my head,” I told him with a sigh before I continued. ”Let me try this from another angle: what can you tell me about Fauns?”

The word immediately resulted in a surprised look that slowly eased back into a scowl.

”And why do you think I could tell you anything about Fauns. They are creatures of the Abyss, not of our kin.”

”True, but considering you have been around for, what, fifteen centuries? I figured you might have picked up a few bits and pieces along the way.”

The old man's demeanor changed again, this time hovering between caution and open hostility.

”I have to say, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

”Oh come on,” I exclaimed with a wave of my hand. ”There are records of you going back as far as the early middle ages. True, they are fragmentary and vague, but there aren't exactly a lot of people related to dragons with white stripes in their hair running around kidnapping royalty for ransom. I'm surprised no one else made the connection yet.” At this point he looked like he was ready to snap my neck and bury me in the backyard, so I sighed and waved again. ”Don't get so worked up, I just told you no one else made the connection that you are not just a draconian in service of the Dracis but an actual—” I was suddenly interrupted when the old man's body started making actual, literal cracking noises as he grew a good head taller in a matter of seconds. I raised my open palms in surrender and hastily added, ”I figure you already know what I'm talking about, so I won't spell it out.”

The now oversized butler steadied himself, and after a couple of seconds, he somehow deflated to his original size while he still glared at me with actually glowing eyes.

”Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fry you where you are,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

”I can give you three,” I answered with a smile to make sure the cold sweat on my back wouldn't show on my face. ”One, it would damage the sofa, and that would be a shame. Two, it would make the princess sad, which is an even bigger shame. Three... you can't.”

His eyes still burning with a strange red glow (which was probably not just the ethereal magic light I have been seeing recently, as it was casting shadows around me), Sebastian slowly cocked his head to the side.

”And pray tell, just why can't I erase you right here and now?”

”Remember those records I told you about?” I asked, and he nodded. ”They are not exactly public, but if I stumbled upon them, so can someone else. Even if something happens to me, they are still out there. Sooner or later others might find out, and then they might use it as a bargaining chip, like blackmailing you, or selling it to a third party that may or may not be hunting your kind.”

”You are doing that already.”

”No, I am not blackmailing you yet. Quite the opposite, actually. I'm offering you an opportunity to get rid of some stray evidence pointing at you being more than just an old draconian.”

”And you want information in exchange.”

”Indeed. You are catching on quickly despite being so old.”

Sebastian snorted and his eyes finally stopped glowing. He fixed his tie and sat down again.

”Not that it seems to matter to you. Back in my days, the young actually respected their elder.”

”I see.” I smiled at his slightly less murderous tone and clapped my hands in a gesture to dispel the previous tension. ”Now that we have all that behind us, let's talk business. So, about Fauns. What can you tell me?”

The old butler leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs before leaning forwards again and resting his chin on his knuckle.

”Would you mind telling me why you want to know about them? Does it have something to do with your first question?”

I hesitated for a moment, but I decided to be honest about it.