Published at 15th of April 2026 12:10 am

Chapter 137. Deal you can't refuse

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Ah, Mr. Samuel, Emmanuel greeted, a wide smile across his face. Please join us. He then pointed to an empty chair carried over by one of the servants in the room.

QShar observed Sam, trying to read anything from his movementsany hint as to what had happened and whether they were in the clear or completely fucked. But Sams face was relaxed into the same cold, slightly arrogant expression he wore when not controlling his facial muscles.

Sam sat down beside him and relaxed into the chair.

So, now that the man himself is here, let us talk, Riswalt said, and Sam nodded.

QShar turned back to Emmanuel, waiting for what came next.

Ive heard that political subtleties and games are lost on you, so let me be blunt. You lost. The commotion you caused in the Aquientie mansion will bring in the Sabbath authorities, and all our men, as well as the Aquientie, will testify that you were there and fought with them. Of course, all of that could be forgottenassuming we come to an agreement, he finished with a smile.

And why would we do that? Sam asked with raised eyebrows.

I dont think you understand what you did, Riswalt continued. Not only will you still lose the vote, but you also attacked a family that voted for your rival. All your voting rights can be stripped from you if we move forward with the accusation, of course

You kidnapped a daughter of your political rival. Arent you afraid of your rights being stripped? Sam asked, tilting his head to the side like a curious animal.

Lies, Emmanuel said in a flat, mocking tone. We didnt kidnap anyone. I guarantee you the Aquientie girls are all with us of their own volition, as our families will soon be joined in matrimony.

Not even Rosalia?

We would never.

And then, finally, after all the hours, constant tension, and political debate, QShar relaxed. It was the first time he let himself relax upon seeing Sam make this face. He had been around the man for some time and had learned to read his expressions quite well. The one he was wearing right now, the cat had seen only a few times. But each time, it was a harbinger of something nasty, usually a sign someone was about to die or get fucked over.

Oh. But you seem to have misplaced her, Sam said, the corners of his mouth rising further.

I can guarantee you she is safe and sound with my familyno need to worry, Emmanuel reassured, but his eyes narrowed slightly, probably sensing something wasnt right.

He had good political instincts, and apparently Sams twisted expression was enough to plant a seed of doubt in his heart.

Oh, do you now? Sam asked with a wide smile. Tell meis she still unconscious? Having trouble waking her up? Or did your men not report that to you? Sam asked, then looked at one of the servants standing behind Riswalt, before turning to QShar. Which one of them got here in the last hour?

The cat lazily pointed at one of the men holding a tray of tea.

Is she still asleep? I do hope so. And does she seem strangely silent? No matter where you carry her or try to wake her up, she never even groans?

The servant tried to keep his face still, but slight confusion could still be seen as he looked at Emmanuel.

What are you insinuating? asked the man, the smile gone and his eyes narrowed.

Not to brag, but she was one of my best works. And all I had to go on were some photos from QShars files and social media. But the voicesee, the voice is a tough one. I mean, working the vocal cords takes skill, and Im not that experienced with it, embarrassing as that is. I didnt have anything to go by for her voice, so I didnt give her any. QShar watched with growing amusement as the mans face dropped slowly but surely as Sam spoke. I mean, Im really thankful that you dont have any perverts in your employwell, aside from your sons, that is, but you know, apples and trees and whatnot. If any of those men looked under her clothes? Oh boy. I barely had time for the face, forget about hiding the scars. Its a mess under those fabrics. Sam shook his head as if in regret. Do you know how much bone-sawing it takes to turn a grown man into a teenage girl?

Youre lying, hissed Riswalt. They would feel if she didnt have a spark.

Who said she doesnt? The subject didnt die. Im skilled with a knife And I have notes from one of the best abomination artists in history. Nowhere near his skill, though, Sam finished with actual regret this time.

You didnt leave with the girl, nor with any extra people. You dont have her, Riswalt pressed.

Maybe Im bluffing. Sam shrugged. But if Im not, and you did what my feline friend predicted you would, then oof. Sam winced at the end.

Riswalts eyes turned to the cat, who, for the first time in hours, was lying stretched on the pillow.

Well, Mr. Riswalt, you did us the courtesy of not playing games, so let me return the courtesy, so that our conversation isnt lost on my client. QShar adjusted the cushion and, stretching lazily, looked at the man, savoring his anxiety after hours of his own. You see, I thinkand correct me if Im wrongthat you heard about the attack and decided to use it as leverage. You could have just left the girl in the mansion and your men in place, and you would have won, but Mr. Riswalt, youre not the type of man to do that, are you? He asked with raised eyebrows and continued. No. I looked through your deals, arcane and business. And I believe I have an accurate image of you.

The cat smiled at him, showing his sharp teeth.

You are far too greedy. You wouldnt pass up an opportunity like that. I think you pulled out most, if not all, of your men and moved some of the Aquientie back into the mansion so that it looks like an attack on them, not you. And then you called the Sabbath authorities. That would be enough to at least lower our voting rights, if not lose them entirely. Of course, you cant leave the girl with the Aquientie, and you cant exactly transport the massive golems. So you have two options. Oneyou use a safe house in the city. That is the easiest solution, but if we find out its location, getting through your remaining men would be easy. Of course, we wouldnt have a way to do that, but that thought lingers, doesnt it? The strange magic of the Alhazred householdwhat if what if we find out where you transported her? All your plans go to shit.

The cat let the silence hang for a few seconds. Riswalt kept silent, his face a mask.

For all your greed, you are also a cautious man. All your deals show a bit of restrainta backup plan for that greed. So I think you did what you thought was a genius move: you moved her into this hotel.

Finally, the man flinched, and QShar smiled.

Aaaah, that is your weakness Mr. Riswalt. You are a very smart man, but not as smart as you think you are. There were, what, two hours until the vote when she arrived here? We cant march onto your floor. There are guards everywhere. Even if we told the Sabbath authorities everything and had them check the rooms, all youd have to do is move her into some other room in the massive hotel. We wouldnt be able to do anything in the remaining two hours. And a last-ditch attack? Possible everywhere in the cityeverywhere but in this building. Great move. But only if you have the girl

Riswalt kept his eyes locked with QShars, the servants tense as the atmosphere became electric.

QShar finally continued in slow, measured words. You see, in a few minutes, my clients creation will wake up. It was made on an empty stomach, and its going to be ravenous. So Im really hoping you didnt put it with your own family members, or some close alliesthe kind you would entrust the girl to.

Riswalt nodded at one of his men, but Sam stood in front of the door. The man stpped, looking at him awkwardly.

What is the meaning of this? Riswalt asked, clearly outraged.

Im just standing herecant I stand where I please? Sam asked, as if he didnt know what he was on about.

This is childish, Riswalt roared.

The servant tried to move forward, but Sam let the staff unravel.

I might take physical contact as an attack. Im jumpy like that, you know.

The man looked helplessly at Riswalt.

You cant keep us here. This is against the law.

Sure. What will happen if we keep you here five more minutes than intended? A slap on the wristanother 1,000 obols for dragging a meeting by force? I think youll have much more to explain if the entire floor hears a fight from a room and finds a clone of the Aquientie daughter ripping your men apart. Add to that the Aquientie telling the whole story to the authorities, and youll have a hard time explaining how she got there and, most of all, denying any involvement unless you left her with someone you're happy to throw to the wolves? Not a good look right before voting, though. The cat smiled. Of course, we are willing to extend an olive branchand not even make a case against you. All you need to do is sign some concessions.

I wont sign away my house or soul, Riswalt barked.

Sure. We just want you to withhold some votes, thats all, QShar spoke and nodded at one of his men to bring out the quickly written agreement, prepared by one of the cats during the meeting.

Riswalt gave it a glance and then snapped his eyes back to QShar.

Asking us to vote for your proposal is asking too much. Thats political suicide.

Well, if you think you have time to negotiate, then by all means. Just lets hope your men wont try to move her too muchshe might start to stir soon.

Bullshit. Youre bluffing, spat the man. If we have the clone, then where is the girl?

QShar let Sam drive in the dagger. Still at the mansion, Sam said. Stuffed in a closet Our goal was never to rescue her. We simply wanted to get your men out of the mansion or the Sabbath authorities in. And you did exactly that for us.

My men would notice.

After a tiring battle, multiple deaths, and taking an abyssal spell straight to their minds? Doubtful.

She had the ring on, Riswalt said and looked at the servant with a question, to which he nodded.

Simple blood seal, would come off if you yanked on it. Didnt have time to check if it was still attuned, did you?

Riswalt looked into the cats eyes, then into Sams, but neither gave him anything. He quickly glanced through the rest of the documents, his hands shaking as his facial muscles tightened with each page.

We will withhold our vote, and youve got yourself a deal.

We will let you withhold the vote, but you have to give a speech about how good our points were and that you are now unable to make a decision.

Thats just plain humiliation, the man shouted in outrage.

Like having your allies vote behind your back all of a sudden?

Riswalts eyes darted around. He was looking for an exit from the situation. Sam was clearly tired from battle, but QShar noticed his eyes stopped on the Hook, clearly on display, on Sams belt. The man brought his gaze back to the page and began calculating.

Fine, he finally spat the word like it was poison and signed the paper, stamping it with his blood.

Sam then approached and did the same, guaranteeing that no nasty business would be pulled. Then they both got a copy. Emmanuel then stormed out of the room, pointing at the servants and telling them to prepare for a fight.

Oh, dont worry, Sam shouted after him. The creature cant do much, he said with a smile as Riswalt froze.

Sam just shrugged. I didnt have the time to give it real power. The magic signature was just a fake, made with a crystal. You can just have the maid hold her down, Sam said, with fake concern in his voice.

For a few seconds, Riswalt looked like he would try to strangle him, but stopped himself in time and just stormed off, slamming the door. After that, the rest of the servants bowed quickly and also left. Sam was now alone with QShar in the room, and the cat finally sighed deeply as he breathed out, letting all the tension go. He slowly collapsed onto the pillow.

Oh, god of the sands, I thought the tension would kill me. Did everything go well?

More or less. I didnt see the fucking snake golem at the last second. I was hoping they would think we really had the girl. The elves lost some peoplewe almost did toobut Myhur will lick his wounds. The rest are already mostly recovered.

And you? QShar asked, and Sam smiled at the concern.

Well I can hear the song trying to lull me to sleep, and my head is starting to pound, but other than that, Im good.

Good. The cat smiled and then looked at the document.

So what did you get?

Not that much. But we got the nobles leaderless in this proceedingthe Riswalts will withhold their votesplus the humiliation session, the cat smiled at that.

Sams eyebrow rose. For the threat of losing votes, I thought you would get him to sing and dance for you.

The cat shook his head. Its not that easy. Even if we made the case and Aquientie and elves cooperated, he could find a scapegoat. The only evidence we really had for his direct involvement was bringing the girl into the hotel, but if his men all testified it was some branch or someone in the Aquientie going against Emmanuel, it wouldnt be such an open-and-shut case. What I said about throwing his allies to the wolves was true. It would be political suicide, but we got him to commit it anyway. And he signed away way more than he thought. QShar smiled. In politics, beating on your opponent too much isnt always the best option. Not in times like these.

Sam could see there was another scheme within a scheme, but just shook his head, waiting for it to come out in the coming talks.

Are you going to get some sleep? We still have forty minutes, the cat asked.

No, Sam shook his head. Once the visions start, Ill have to sleep for a few hours, or Ill just wake up in a worse state than I started.

Fine. Go meditate, then. We have rewards to reap, QShar finished the talk with a smile that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame.

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