Published at 15th of April 2026 12:09 am

Chapter 121. Arrival

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Sam, I swear to the warmest of deserts, if we fall from the sky because you cast some bullshit inside the plane, I will kill you, grumbled QShar, looking in my direction.

I shrugged. How else would I check Blinks preservation of a targets acceleration?

Anywhere other than on a fucking private jet, you moron.

Oh, come on, Darius said he would catch me. It was described as between 95% and 100%, so no worries.

The cat kept his hateful gaze fixed on me as I sat down.

Was kinda hoping you would slam into the back of the plane, Luna said, not lifting her eyes from a book on blood magic.

Woooould be funny, Myhur nodded.

Aye, that would be funny. But I would catch ya easy, said Darius, flexing his muscles.

We will begin landing in fifteen minutes, said the pilot over the speaker.

Okay, before we land, one last thing, the cat said, looking at all of us. We are notand I repeat, absolutely fucking notcausing unnecessary issues. Do you understand?

I, the dwarf, the vampire, and the mycanoid rolled our eyes at the grumbling animal.

No harvesting peoples souls, hissed the cat, looking at me.

No murdering men in back alleys, he said, switching to Luna.

No honor duels for fun. This time, Darius got the scolding.

And no putting others in the ground to feed the trees, he shouted at Myhur.

And you two, he said, turning to Ophelia and Will, you two are really reasonable, and Im thankful for that.

I caught Ophelias gaze.

Teachers pet, I said while fake-coughing, to which my apprentice looked at me with disbelief.

She was really a goody-two-shoes. Id need to fix that one day. I sat down next to my apprentice. Once we had our seatbelts fastened, I saw her pipe up as if she remembered something.

Her gaze then met mine, and she said, Quindi dovremmo prepararci all'atterraggio, in relatively good Italian, looking proud of herself.

I frowned. Okay?

What do you mean okay? Was it good?

I guess soI know Latin, not Italian, but it did sound good to me. I could see her grow slightly sad.

Oh, so I brushed up on my Italian for nothing?

Why would you brush up on your Italian?

I mean, we are in Italy for a meetingwill it be in Latin then?

No Its the 21st century. Its gonna be in English.

There was a pause as Ophelia processed what I just said.

In English?

Yeah, the majority of the arcane world uses English ever since the colonial era. You can actually roughly tell a books time period by the language it is written in. If its in the arcane, its most likely from before the war, and its the original. If in Latin, then its after the war, when the Church became the central government. Then, after the Inquisition, much knowledge was lost and after the British colonized half the world, many younger people didnt want to learn an archaic language like Latin. So ever since, weve used English like the rest of the world and much of the lost knowledge was rewritten into English.

Oh, Ophelia said, slightly downtrodden.

Did you really not tell her anything? QShar grumbled. Even some family names got rewritten into their Anglicised versions.

I did tell her the flight time, and you told her the plan, so I dont see why youre whining.

The cat sighed and turned to Ophelia. Did he tell you the schedule?

No. Ophelia shook her head.

The cat sighed once again before speaking. We will open with Justice Days. Its when any complaints or legal cases can be presented before the High Judge. This is so that no one tries to commit suicide attacks against another family to stop them from voting. The actual sabbath can begin only once all cases affecting voting rights are closed. This can take from one day to an entire week. The next part will be the most importantthis is when we will be presenting propositions to the whole gathering and drafting laws.

Ophelia nodded as she listened intently.

We landed in Rome 15 minutes later and, after stuffing Myhur into a crate, left the plane to be greeted by an envoy from the Vatican. She was a middle-aged woman radiating second-circle power. Someone like that, sent for a greeting, could be interpreted as a sign of great respect, but I had the sneaking suspicion it was to make sure we didnt cause any trouble.

Welcome to Italy, she said in English with an accent.

After that, the woman explained to usand Myhur in the cratewhat the plan was. We had a hotel in Rome very close to Vatican City. The entire building was put under construction, with scaffolding covering the windows and special precautions to allow members of other races to walk freely inside. The entire massive building was ours, with protections against normal people getting in.

Shipping and travel were also prepared so that mycanoids and other races could travel in buses alongside everyone else, keeping their dignity. Usually, they would stay in a massive underground complex of the Vatican, but this time around, it was reorganized. It was clear this sabbath was much more important than any other.

We went to the hotel and unpacked our things, making quite a few greetings along the wayfrom cold ones with some religious and noble officials, to some warm banter with warlocks and a couple of dark elves.

Finally, we went to our rooms.

The Vatican had enough sense to separate the three main factions into separate wings of the building. The rest of the clans and cats also arrived today, making the whole place quite lively.

After two more warnings from QShar not to cause any trouble, we decided to go to the bar and maybe cause some trouble.

The place was quite crowded, but we managed to find a table. The funny thing was that, judging by the wide-eyed look of the man, he must have been a relatively new recruit, his head on a swivel each time an elf or a mycanoid ordered something.

We sat down in the corner, all with our chosen poisonor literal poison in the case of Myhur. Many languages could be heard in the room, from the more common ones like German to a few once thought extinct.

Sowho is who in this place? Ophelia asked in a break in the conversation, looking over the crowded room.

Well, that depends on what youre asking about, William answered.

Like the main groups. You said that we are the Third Chamber.

Or the Dark Faction, as some blokes still call us, William added.

Blokes, my good sir?

Oh, the abyss, not the blokes.

Shut up, William barked at us.

So, what other factions are there? Ophelia pressed on before we could start arguing.

It depends on what we are voting for. In normal votes, there are three main factions: the nobles, who are not only noble houses but also other groups sharing a more traditional view of magic and societys organisation. The religious factionrepresenting organized religions, usually the ones with a partial presence in the mortal world. And the Third Chamberrepresenting mostly the dark mages and warlocks, gathering the more unorthodox people. And a fourth, much smaller group: unaffiliated people who dont subscribe to any of those.

Yeah, but the powers can change depending on what you are voting for, Luna broke in. Vampires usually vote with the Third Chamber, but if the law concerns outsiders or demihumans, the Inhuman Faction forms, where almost all other species come to form one voting bloc to present a united front so that we dont get discriminated against. The same goes for the cats. They usually vote alongside their backers, but if the vote is about something to do with information networks or the brokers, they will come to form one united voting group.

Ophelia nodded as she listened. So what will be the vote spread about the mortal world?/p>

With a decision like that? Impossible to predict.

Well, well, well, if its not the dreaded leader of the Dark Faction, came a mocking voice from behind me.

I slowly turned around and saw that a few of the conversations around us quieted down as people turned in our direction. An involuntary sigh left my lips as I turned to see the source of the voice. Judging by the robes, there was only one possible answer. A fucking cultivatoryoung master at that.

Why do they always have to crawl out of somewhere?

A wizard who sold his soul to a dark god, a vampire healer, a mushroom, a fallen noble, and a dwarf that cant fit in a mine. What a gathering he tried to continue, but I interrupted him.

And a monk without an ounce of courage. Comebring a chair, youll fit right in.

I could see his jaw tighten. God, this idiot was easy to provoke. No wonder they used him.

Im not gonna take the words of a coward.

Me? Coward? Its you who approached us in a crowded place, just in case someone decided to break some of your bones. Id like to see you shouting that bullshit alone in an alley.

If you think that youll get to run around doing what you want like last time, then you are mistaken. Without your father around, nothing is stopping us from teaching you a lesson, he said, trying to sound domineering.

Uh-huh. Aside from the fact that you cant beat anyone at this table, then sure. Hey, if we are making shit up, why dont you imagine you already won and fuck off?

I could see he was getting progressively angrier. They really picked someone easy to rouseto the point I started wondering if he was acting.

The ways of the water sweep away all filth, he replied through gritted teeth.

I noticed the decorations on his robe were water-themed. That was quite rare.

Oh no, not water, I said in a flat tone.

My ancestors drowned entire cities.

Do I look like a city?

We will see about that, he said, and turned around.

I followed him with my gaze, seeing if he was dumb enough to go straight back to his owners, but sadly not.

What was that about? asked Ophelia.

Did you sense that? I asked the table.

Yessomeone tried to sense us.

Yep. Did you catch who that was?

Two tables down, William said, tilting his head in the direction.

I wasnt one for subtlety, so I did a full rotation to meet the eyes of a few people, who quickly turned around.

Whos that? I asked, not recognizing the clown show sitting there.

The Riswalt familys younger generation, William offered. They control most of the West Coast.

I then extended myself to the most important-looking person at their table and, without hiding anything, brute-forced myself toward his mind, trying to sense the power he was trying to hide. I realized his levelbarely at the second circlebefore quickly pulling away when the rest of the people at their table noticed their leader wince.

That was rude, commented William.

Then watch this, I said, and flipped them off when the man I just sensed looked at me with questioning eyes.

Lovely, William sighed.

Youre always this popular? Ophelia asked, looking at the spectacle.

More or less.

Eeespecially amongst the cultivators, Myhur snickered.

We finished our talk shortly after and went to our rooms. As I went back, my senses picked up something. It was a woman at the reception. I could feel something wrong. I couldnt really tell what it was. I was sure she was a normal person, but at the same time, there was some magic inside, and her eyes Im pretty sure those were contact lenses similar to the ones I used.

Before I could check more, I sensed magic from her necklace covering her, preventing any scanning unless I wanted to brute-force it. It wasnt that unusual. I was currently suppressing my power as well, so that no one could tell my circle, but why do that for a receptionist? I stood there for a few seconds before walking back to my room, leaving the incident at the back of my mind.

The next morning, after a good nights sleep, the buses arrived to take us deep under St. Peters Cathedral, where the real Vatican had its headquarters.

It was time to start the sabbath.

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