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Chapter 59B: The Emperor’s Voice

The guards were in very plain uniforms with no insignia, their colors a non-explanatory mix of red, blue, and green. Their weapons explained enough, however; each of them was visibly carrying a long polearm or a gladius and a firearm.  Something about their comportment suggested to Enrie that they did not need the weapons to be deadly, and that they were carrying many more weapons than she could…

Chapter 59A: An Alarming Call

They’d been back at school for two weeks.  Enrie was entirely caught up on all her classes, and Taikie was back into reading ahead by at least a week.  Their Instructors had either forgiven them, or, in the case of those more nosy than fretful about academics, had stopped asking what was going on. “Lady Enerenarie.” They were between their last two classes; Gianci walked up to them looking…

Enrie lifted her chin and met the Head of her Academy’s gaze without flinching.  “The original is safe, Head Wiltemika.  I didn’t dare have it anywhere it could be found while Lirnilalie and Ilonilarrona  were snooping around, talking about destroying it all.” Wiltemika’s chuckle now had a bit of an edge to it.  “And what will you do with it?  It’s a very important document.” “Our first step, of…

Chapter 47A: The Breadcrumbs and the Trail

“Well.”  Wiltemika sank down into a chair and held her head in her hands.  “May they be truly gone and not simply waiting for the right time to plague us again.” “Head Wiltemika,” Libkazaari protested.  “What is going on?” “With any luck, the evidence I have previously put forward against these three is being used at this very moment to lock them into quite a different carriage than they…

Chapter 20C: When the Apples Fall

House Monitor Libkazaari had left the three of them alone in her office.  For once, Enrie had no interest in snooping and it seemed that Taikie didn’t, either. “Sometimes,” Saydrie said slowly, “I worry that the things I grew up hearing about the Calenyena are true.” “Sometimes,” Enrie answered, very nearly as slowly, “I worry the same thing.  We’re getting comfortable, I think.  Never get too…