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Redemption Arc 44
🕑 Added 2025-11-07 07:06:43 +0000 UTCAfter the final demonstration of his holy affinity, Lucian was shown all of the hospitality that the monastery had to offer. He had gathered with the members of this holy order to enjoy a feast. Despite appearances of austerity, they were amply provisioned. In particular, they had an abundance of wine and other spirits. Lucian didn’t indulge, but the others did. Beyond that, they had staple crops and game hunted from the local mountains.
This place was infinitely warm and uplifting. After having been given the cold shoulder by all of his peers, his family, and just about every person walking on the street, this was a welcome change. The monastics of Heavenwatch were friendly, joyful, and somewhat dull. They were boring, frankly—and that wasn’t an insult. They lived the idealized rustic life. They were a small, extremely high-trust community where everyone knew everyone. They all got by without any grand ambitions, living one day at a time.
Naturally, their isolation bred curiosity.
“Lord Lucian,” they’d all say eagerly, swarming him with half a thousand questions. He was subjected to an endless inquisition about the most mundane things. Even still, they weren’t impolite. Rather, their extreme propriety made him more uncomfortable than any invasive questions they asked, of which there were few. They treated Cate with the utmost care, entertaining all of her whims and being very mindful not to frighten or overwhelm her. Cate enjoyed being around them, it seemed, which made Lucian feel happy.
In short, the people of Heavenwatch Monastery were all very kind-hearted, good people. All except one, that is.
“Brother Lucian!” Pell shouted. His pale skin made the redness on his face from drink the more obvious. “You asked to see my transformation before. Have a look!” he said eagerly, hooting.
Some of the other monastics tried to restrain him, but it was fruitless. A cocoon of holy energy surrounded the man, and moments later he burst into the form of a divine beast. Lucian watched with a curious smile on his face. The forms of the divine beasts were quite splendid. They ranged in size from a horse to about the size of a rhinoceros. He’d already seen quite a few transformations. They weren’t quite dog, cat, or fox, but rather something in between all three. Some would lean toward one or the other, but most occupied a healthy middle zone.
“Brother Pell?” Aurelia called out.
When Aurelia spoke, it was as if the entire banquet hall went silent to listen. Pell quickly relented, transforming back. Aurelia directed a few of her brothers and sisters to attend to him. All of them hurried to obey—not out of fear, but out of respect and love. They eagerly listened to her words. Lucian suspected that even if she hadn’t been prioress, they’d be scrambling to act.
Aurelia turned and met eyes with Lucian. She put on a plastic smile and glided toward him gracefully, followed shortly after by a coterie of her sisters. “Lord Lucian. I’m Aurelia.” She bowed her head, then fixed her shrewd yellow eyes upon him. “We haven’t had a chance to speak yet. I imagine that you have answered your fair share of questions today, so I’ll ask none beyond this: do you need anything?” Her face was a perfect mask of sincerity and polite concern.
This meeting appeared to have been anticipated, because several people went quiet to listen to their exchange.
Lucian didn’t answer the question, instead saying, “I’ve been enjoying everyone’s curiosity. I have some of my own. As a matter of fact, I was hoping to see more people take the form of the divine beast. Perhaps I could see yours?” he suggested.
Aurelia put on a vaguely troubled face, and stuttered, “I-I’m not sure if I would be as… as impressive as those you’ve already seen…”
At Aurelia’s false show of vulnerability, all of her sisters immediately swarmed in to support her. They provided such uniform words of support that it was difficult to distinguish them from one another.
“But… it would be improper to show my cursed form,” Aurelia argued demurely.
Once more, a tide of denials came.
“Aurelia, never call yourself cursed,” one of them said. “You’re the brightest light in the whole of this monastery.”
“Cursed?” Lucian asked, acting ignorant.
“I would ask sincerely you pay that no mind,” one of her sisters said immediately. “Ever since childhood, Aurelia has been haunted by a dreadful superstition that has no credence simply because of the form her divine beast takes. In truth, she is the single most virtuous among all of us.”
“Her transformation is spectacular, Lord Lucian,” another continued. “Her coat is as black as a moonless night, and she possesses nine splendid tails.”
“Really? Fascinating,” Lucian said, playing along.
In many ways, the tale of Heavenwatch Monastery was a sad one. It was a story that told of setting aside prejudice, only for that very benevolence to be returned with malevolence. From Aurelia’s birth, her betrayal was portended. She was the cursed child foretold by prophecy to turn against them. The good-hearted monastics of Heavenwatch decided that killing such a child would be inhumane. They thought it was nurture, not nature, that would decide Aurelia’s temperament. They believed a cursed child was made, not born—the divine beast had gotten it wrong.
A noble ideal, perhaps. Ultimately, they couldn’t have been more wrong.
Even from his brief observation, it was no exaggeration to say that Aurelia was the center of the monastery. From her birth, she’d been the subject of all their attention. They treated her kindly—spoiled her, frankly—and attempted to educate her on the manner in which she should conduct herself. Instead of absorbing their magnanimity, Aurelia became a master of manipulation. To be fair, her targets were quite easy, but Lucian himself might’ve been fooled if he didn’t know the truth.
This visit wasn’t just about dealing with Metterand. Ideally, it also needed to involve dealing with Aurelia. The crux of his plan involved compelling her to kill Metterand, and the resultant demon that emerged when he died. He also needed to reveal her true nature. Easier said than done, definitely. She’d grown up without raising one iota of suspicion. Lucian was no master schemer.
Lucky for him, though, he’d brought one with him.
“If it makes you uncomfortable, Aurelia, I won’t press,” Lucian said, staring her in the eyes.
Aurelia smiled. “You are most generous, Lord Lucian. A nature befitting the purity of your affinity.”
“I should say the same to you,” Lucian returned.
The smile that then graced her face was awkward, and she quickly turned and rejoined the rest of the feast. Lucian turned to look at Metterand, and gestured with his head toward a balcony.
***
Lucian stood on a balcony overlooking the whole of the monastery with Duke Metterand. The chancellor had a few drinks, but not enough to impair his judgment. He was simply a bit more… open.
“You must be facing quite a dilemma, ‘Lord Lucian.’ So many beautiful people so busy looking so good,” Metterand commented, then hopped up to sit on the railing. “It must be difficult to content yourself with only one. Perhaps a special arrangement can be made. It would be another flourish in a long line of diplomatic achievements were I to secure two monastic brides for my dearest brother-in-law. Indeed, you’re my favorite brother-in law. And coincidentally… my only.” He giggled a little.
Lucian didn’t pay him any mind, staring into his clouded eyes. “You said that you were here to help me get a fiancée.”
Metterand’s amusement vanished. “I did say that.”
“There’s a troublesome detail. This isn’t like a noble house, where all you need is the permission of the head of the household for an engagement. Even if the abbess likes me, that doesn’t matter if the party in question doesn’t consent.” Lucian stepped forward. “It needs to be mutually agreed.”
“I heard the same. You must be concerned. Getting a woman to actually like you? You have mommy issues—whatever will you do?” Metterand laughed and took another drink of wine. “I’ve heard you tend to solve your problems with potions. Is that the plan? Slip your favored bride a sleeping potion? Rest assured, dear brother—I can procure it.”
Lucian couldn’t help but scoff at his mockery. “No. What I need is information—that’s it.”
“Such confidence. That’s needed. And who, pray tell, has struck your fancy?” Metterand asked, sloshing his cup about.
“Considering what I need most out of any match is material… Aurelia seems to have the most sway with the monastery,” Lucian said.
“Ahh… the cursed child. The one foretold to bring doom upon this monastery, consigning it to hell.” Metterand nodded. “A perfectly sensible choice. You disappoint me. Despite her supposed curse, I’ve found she’s quite… dull. Steadfast. I suspect you’ll spend the rest of your life sleeping in nightclothes in separate beds. But…” Metterand stood up once more. “Very well. I’ll investigate her. Should be no trouble.”
Hopefully, Metterand would get himself caught, and Lucian wouldn’t have to do anything to compel them to fight. Either way, there was no one more suited to finding out information about Aurelia. Despite the fact that they both had strong ties to the First Emperor, neither of them knew about the existence of the other. The demon’s network was incredibly decentralized, which made it highly resilient but simultaneously vulnerable to situations like this.
Besides… Aurelia is highly independent, and highly possessive of the First Emperor. Hell, if she found out Metterand had a demon within, she’d probably kill him all the same.
There was a reason why Lucian liked this plan, after all.
***
Lucian had been given a rather grand apartment during his stay in the monastery. It was as spacious as his residence in Verne, and that was certainly saying something. He stood on its balcony looking out across the monastery. Cate stood beside him. He kept a very close eye on her, because they were quite high up.
“How do you get someone to show their true nature, Cate?” he asked, mostly talking to himself.
Cate didn’t respond. But then, he hadn’t been expecting her to. The Metterand issue seemed the least of his concerns now that he was here. Aurelia had these people wrapped around her finger. Even the abbess had begun to delegate the vast majority of her authority to the prioress. Everyone bent over backward to make sure that she went through life on easy street. The men thought of her like their precious daughter, and the women thought of her as their beloved sister. Quite the complex knot.
Beyond all of that, there were two things that Lucian almost needed to get here. One of them was a blessing. Not just a blessing—probably the best in the game. It was intended for the late game and consequently was scaled as such. Its true power rested in its ability. Beyond that, there was the story item: the inheritance of the divine beast.
Both of those things could be found in the tomb of the divine beast. Getting there would be an ordeal, he could tell. He could see where it was kept: it was a grand, but ancient, building. It was firmly sealed—indeed, it was a mausoleum, never intended to be opened. It was supposed to be broken open during the chaos of Aurelia’s betrayal. She sought the inheritance the same as the protagonist, and ultimately she succeeded in taking it. If Lucian wanted to do the same, he’d have to vandalize a tomb.
Why the hell do I have to commit crimes every single blessing I want to get? Lucian stroked his chin. Either that, or nearly die in battle…
If he was incredibly lucky, the battle between Aurelia and Metterand might crack that baby open and let him get at the precious loot within. He needed the pharaoh’s gold, so to speak, elsewise he’d be way behind stat-wise for his plans. Come Mission 2… it’d be difficult, to say the least. That is, if Mission 2 even happened the same way. If the world spiraled off, he needed the stats all the more.
A knock came at his door, and Lucian turned his head. “It’s open.”
The door opened up, and Brother Pell entered. He looked somewhat miserable, probably hungover. “…Lord Lucian,” he said, swaying. “Prioress Aurelia has requested your presence for tea or a breakfast—whichever suits you—along with several of her companions.”
Lucien felt a bit uncomfortable, but as he thought for a moment he realized it was an opportunity. He brightened, then said eagerly, “Could you get word to Metterand that’s where we’ll be?”
“Certainly,” Pell confirmed.
This could be the opening that the duke needed to get some investigating done. If he played his cards right, he could have Aurelia return at just the wrong moment. He didn’t think a perfect opportunity would come so easily.
Am I getting overeager? Lucian wondered. Well… we’ll find out.
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Time to go grave robbing! For purity, of course.
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Cheers for the chapter! 🫡
