Racing to the Rescue
But you know what to do (to do)
When it gets hold of you
~ Huey Lewis
Chapter 4
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? ~ William Shakespeare
“Wake up, Lady Katarina!”
With a jerk, Katarina Rafa Claes did so. She was only briefly confused not to be in her bed, but the surroundings provided a clear and obvious prompt as to where she was and what had happened.
Light was streaming down through holes in the roof above them, although it was hard to see at first how they would get out of the tangle of timbers, paving and plasterboard. This was the dungeon of Baron Sullivan, and it was Olivia who had woken her.
“What happened?” she asked. “Everything went black, I remember knocking that man away and then…” Something nightmarish and belonging in an 18-rated horror game raised itself in her memory, but Katarina’s psyche hit the recollection with the metaphorical equivalent of a hoe until it went away. “Are you alright? Are the others alright?”
“I was in the corner when the roof fell in,” Olivia explained. “And you were under the archway of the door.”
Katarina turned and looked for the others. Alan and Keith were sprawled on the ground, a beam pressing them to the ground. They were still breathing though.
So was Angelica, although there was blood on her face. Only Violetta was awake, but her eyes were wide and unseeing - panting harshly and sobbing between each gasp for breath.
“Oh no.” Katarina forced herself to her knees. Her feet seemed a little too much, but she could at least crawl. “Start with Angie,” she ordered. Head wounds were bad, right? Scrambling over to her cousin, she searched her memory for guidance on how to handle shock.
The only thing that came to mind was another shock. Well, she didn’t really want to slap Violette - the poor girl was having a terrible day already. Pulling Violette into her arms, Katarina hugged her and patted her on the back. It didn’t seem to help, so Katarina tried tickling the girl. She was afraid she might just not be ticklish, but then her cousin’s sobs began to overtake her panting and when Katarina stopped scritching at her sides, Violette relaxed against her, weeping into her bosom.
Okay, this wasn’t what she had in mind but it might be helping.
“What’s… going… on?” gasped Alan.
“The roof fell on us,” Olivia reported.
“Oh good, I thought I saw Coleman devoured by dark magic.”
Nope, nope, Katarina wasn’t listening. “The. Roof!” she called insistently.
“That makes more sense. Are you alright, Katarina?”
“I’m fine, Olivia healed me. How about you?”
The prince paused. “Well I’m pretty stuck and I think my leg is going to sleep, but as far as I can tell this beam isn’t actually crushing me. So there’s that. The others?”
“Keith’s next to you,” Olivia informed him rather clinically. The crisis seemed not to distress her as much now that there was something for her to do. “Violette’s had something of a breakdown. And Angelica’s…”
“‘m awake,” the Duke of Redgrave’s daughter mumbled. “It feels like the roof landed on me. What happened?”
“That’s pretty much it,” the other blonde told her. “You took a knock to the head, fortunately you don’t seem to be badly concussed.”
“Concussion is pretty bad,” Angelica noted. “I don’t feel too bad though, is that your light magic at work?”
“Yes, Lady Angelica.”
“Under the circumstances, you can call me Angie. I think my father would agree that normal etiquette can go hang when someone saves your life.”
“You weren’t dying.”
“With a concussion, I could very well have if no one saw me.” The blonde levered herself up and looked around. “Can you get loose, Prince Alan?”
“Not really. I think I’m just pinned though. Same with Keith - the way the wall of the cell fell apart means this beam couldn’t quite drop low enough.” The more than usually silver-haired prince (dust was doing a number on them) shook his head. “I think we may have been unreasonably lucky.”
Violette wiped her face on Katarina’s dress and looked up. “Oh god, that was horrible,” she complained.
“Try not to think about it,” Alan called over. “I don’t blame you for going into shock, but we really need to get out of here. I don’t think we can count on what’s up there not collapsing given half a chance.”
That meant moving the beam, Katarina realised. It would be really helpful if Keith was awake and able to use his magic, but that wasn’t an option. Her poor little brother looked even more pale than before - she hoped it was just the white plaster dust. “Leon might be coming to help.”
“Not if he’s got any sense. He could bring the entire place down on us if he tried to get in here with a knight-armour.”
Katarina conceded that this was probably correct. She gave her cousin one more little squeeze and then released her, crawling over towards Alan. Her legs still felt a little rubbery but she might be able to stand after a bit longer. “Do you think if we just lifted this a little that you could get out?” It was a fairly big beam.
“Well, you’re not going to be lifting it all the way,” Alan decided. “It’s too big. And we can hardly cut it in a useful amount of time.”
She moved to Keith and checked to see if she could move him, but the beam was pressing down on his legs as well. Katarina had a nasty suspicion that unlike Alan, her brother might have a broken leg. “Right. I’ll try.”
“Just be careful that you don’t….”
“Earth bump!” She demanded. The wall underneath the beam strained. She’d not found it this difficult to move anything since she first upgraded from working with soil to attempting to shape stone. Sweat poured down her face. “Bump! Bump! I said buuuuump!”
With a final effort, the wall managed to push a fist-sized chunk of itself up under the beam, lifting it just a fraction.
“...let no one say that your magic is useless, Katarina,” Angelica told her respectfully. “I don’t think any of us could have done that.”
“Haha,” she tried to brush the compliment off. “That was nothing. Keith could have done it easily.”
“Not right now.”
That was unfortunately true, she admitted, helping Prince Alan free himself. His leg didn’t seem to be working, but when she ran her hand down it, there was nothing broken.
“It’s just numb,” he claimed, red-faced, and swatted her hand away. “Check on Keith.”
“I think his leg’s broken,” she admitted. “Should I move it now or is it better for Olivia to check it first?”
“Definitely first,” the light mage agreed. She moved over to replace Katarina, who hovered (not literally), waiting for a result. “You’re right, it is broken. I can help it start healing but we’ll need a splint.”
“I know how to do that,” Angelica offered.
Violette moved over into what had once been Keith’s cell. “I think we can get out here. I t-think what h-happened here…” She faltered and then took a deep breath. “Whatever caused the collapse, there’s less debris here. I see places we can probably get up and out, even while carrying Keith.”
“Right.” Katarina’s legs felt better now and she was sure she would feel better doing something. “I’ll try climbing up. I can tell Leon what’s going on and see if he can help at all. Or if he’s doing alright at all - he might need help himself.”
She found her pick and started climbing. She was the climbing champion of the Claes household!
Scrambling up some stones that had once made up the ceiling of the cell, she got high enough to catch hold of the top of the wall and work her way up through a gap in fallen timbers from the manors upper levels onto what was left of the ground floor. That still didn’t give Katarina a clear view around, because there were still heaps of bricks, timbers and roof slates all intermixed around her.
It was only with the help of her pick that she managed to scramble up one of those heaps. Yeah, getting Keith up this might be difficult.
Looking around, she saw the gate that she came in through. Right, so Leon should be the other way. Katarina stood up on the top of the stack of debris and scanned what now served as her horizon.
The red and black shape of Leon’s knight-armour was pretty distinct. He should really give it a name, she thought. The cockpit was open and the dark-haired boy was standing in front of it, facing a girl with long dark hair and a long black dress.
“Leon!” she called and waved.
He didn’t respond, instead taking the hand of the girl.
“Leon!” Still not getting a response, Katarina looked down. “There’s something wrong with Leon! Some girl’s out there and he’s not paying attention when I call him.”
“That does sound odd,” Alan agreed. “Violette?”
“Olivia!” the silver-blonde girl called. “We need you up here.”
“Why me?” the scholarship student asked, coming over from where Angelica was still tying a splint to Keith’s leg.
“Because if this is dark magic, you’ve got the best chance of recognising it.”
Olivia wasn’t very good at climbing, which surprised Katarina. Wasn’t that how she’d met Gerald? Climbing a tree so she could try to figure out where she was after getting lost at the academy? Then again, trees were kind of easy mode - she’d been beating Alan at climbing trees when she was only eight. Violette and Alan boosted the other girl up and Katarina climbed down so she could reach down and pull Olivia up to her. The girl hugged her for a moment once they were up on the same level.
Was Olivia scared of heights? That seemed odd to Katarina but there were more urgent things to worry about. “Look, Olivia, Leon’s over there.”
In the time taken for the other girl to join her, Leon had managed to get his companion and up to the cockpit of his knight-armour. Katarina wasn’t sure why, the only way two people would fit into a cockpit was if one was sitting on the other’s lap.
And that was exactly what was happening!
Olivia gasped. Katarina and reached over, taking her hand. “I can’t believe it either,” she exclaimed.
“What is that?” the busty blonde gasped. “Who is that?”
“The girl? I don’t recognise her.”
“Lady Katarina, she’s seething with the same thing I saw down in that cell. If that’s dark magic then she might be the one behind this.”
“Oh gosh! Then she might be controlling Leon!” That was terrible! What could she do!? Katarina started checking her pockets. Her pick probably wouldn’t help, Keith’s handkerchief was the same (she should probably give it back once he woke up). Her hands found the long pen-shape of the summoning device.
Well, it probably would do anything about dark magic, but at least if she had the Big Stein then she might be able to protect them if Leon started using the… Katarina decided that since he obviously wasn’t up to naming his knight-armour, she would. Henceforth, she dubbed his knight-armour as the Big Charznable. If Leon turned the Big Charznable upon them, the Big Stein would protect them.
Oh! And if she was careful not collapsing the hole more, then she might be able to lift Keith out of it with the Big Stein!
Pulling the device out, she twisted the cap and then pressed it. Now she just needed to wait out the stock scene of it launching and there would be a…
The Big Charznable took off and started flying away.
“...well that happened,” Katarina realised. “We should probably get Keith out - I don’t know what else we can do right now.”
“What’s going on up there?” called Alan. “Olivia said something about dark magic?”
“Leon’s abducted the dark mage and flew away!”
“Katarina, did you hit your head on something?” the prince asked reasonably.
Olivia found a handhold and leant over the hole. “I think the dark mage took control of Leon? He let her into his knight-armour -”
“The Big Charznable!”
“The what?”
“It’s called the Big Charznable!” Katarina insisted.
“Leon let the dark mage into the Big Charznable,” Olivia corrected herself. “And he’s flown away. I don’t think he’d do that willingly.”
“You’re right, he’s too nice to do that,” she agreed.
“I don’t think most people would call him nice,” Alan noted. “But I agree it’s not what I’d expect from him. We’ve got to get out of here, it won’t take long for any guards left to get back here.”
There was a rush of air and the familiar shape of the white-and-blue Big Stein floated down to stand behind the ruins of the manor’s west wing. “I’m going to reach down with the Big Stein!” Katarina shouted and scrambled over the wreckage to get to it. She’d have to fly without a pilot suit again, but this was an emergency.
The hatch opened as she approached, unbuckling her armour. Wearing a dress was one thing, but the tough leather was another. She wasn’t sure she’d even be able to strap in when she was wearing it.
Katarina grabbed hold of the Big Stein’s knee and pulled herself up to the hatch. She’d just got one foot up onto the edge when - to her utter astonishment - a flat voice declared: “Katarina Rafa Claes. My master needs your help.”
“Wah!” She tried to take a step back, lost her footing and had to hang on with both hands as she slipped down, dangling from the hatch. “Who said that?”
“I did.”
“Who are you?” After kicking her legs a little, she realised that her toes were only a few inches off the ground and let go. Landing on both feet, Katarina stared up at the Big Stein. “Are you… are you talking to me, Big Stein?”
She got the distinct impression that the source of the voice was sighing. “Your ancestors defeated my creators. How shameful. No, Katarina Rafa Claes. I am Luxion. My master needs your help. Get in the knight-armour.”
“I was doing that!” she protested, scrambling up the knight-armour again. “And who is… oh, Luxion is Leon’s familiar!”
“I am impressed that you remembered,” the voice noted as she got inside and started strapping her in. “My master is being controlled by dark magic. This is unacceptable.”
Katarina nodded. “Can you do anything?”
“I can destroy his knight-armour.”
“Big Charznable!”
“...yes. This has a ninety-nine percent chance of destroying the dark mage.”
The girl finished strapping in and closed the hatch. “That’s good!”
“There is also a ninety-nine percent chance that doing so will kill my master.”
“...oh.”
“Records suggest that even if he does survive, my master would remain under the influence of the dark mage,” the familiar continued.
Katarina inched the Big Stein forwards towards the manor, careful to test whether the ground would test its weight before each step. “But what do we do then? I don’t want to kill Leon.”
“We must rescue my master from the dark mage. Evidence suggests that light magic is effective in removing the influence of dark magic upon a victim.”
“Oh, so we need to get Olivia to him!”
The familiar was silent.
“Olivia is a light mage, so she can save him!” That was what heroines did!
“My assessment suggests that Miss Campbell lacks experience in working with dark magic. Her inability to positively identify it makes her expertise a contingency I am reluctant to rely upon.”
“But she’s the only light mage we have!” Katarina reached the hole without anything collapsing and dropped the Big Stein to one knee. Olivia backed away and the knight armour reached out, carefully starting to remove the debris that had piled up on the edge of the hole. The large hands and great strength made it fairly easy, she had to be careful not to get excited and knock anything on top of her friends.
Luxion sounded extremely reluctant. “That is not entirely correct. During your journey here, my master mentioned that the Dreadnought has a vengeful spirit aboard it, one that lacked any influence over the vessel.”
“Yes? But he was joking.” She had the bulk of the debris away, just needing to pick up the smaller items and toss them aside. Unfortunately, one of those smaller pieces of debris that she’d not seen until now was a woman’s body.
Olivia crouched over the woman, light glowing around her, for almost a minute before - tears rolling down her face - she backed away, shaking her head.
Katarina picked the body up carefully, trying not to be sick, and laid the woman aside. She thought that she looked familiar. Not that she’d met her, but maybe that she resembled someone that Katarina had met. After a moment, she realised that the dead woman’s flaxen hair was the same colour as Keith’s. Then she noticed Luxion hadn’t said anything. “Leon was joking, right?”
“In the sense that he was exaggerating the facts for the purposes of humour… yes. However, there was a spirit aboard the Dreadnought. An imprint of the memories of an accomplished light mage.”
“But why would a light mage become a vengeful spirit?” Katarina asked. With the way clear, she moved closer to the hole and extended one hand down it.
“There is no noticeable correlation between being a light mage and possessing an admirable morality,” the AI replied dismissively. “Compare Campbell to Lafan, for example.”
Ropes had been looped around the Big Stein’s hand. “Lift away!” she heard Alan shout from outside. Katarina raised her knight-armour’s arm slowly and Keith came into view, supported on an improvised stretcher. He still looked very pale, even in the clear morning light. She lifted him all the way out and set him down next to the woman’s body. The dead woman really did look like her brother, and both were very pale.
With a shudder, Katarina got Big Stein’s fingers free of the ropes and then looked away. If Olivia couldn’t help Keith, she wouldn’t be able to do anything.
“So we have this spirit talk Olivia through helping Leon?”
“My master expressed major concerns about exposing Olivia to the spirit,” Luxion warned. “Given that this would allow her the potential to usurp the magical power of whoever worked with her, this appears to be a reasonable consideration.”
“Oh, so you want me to do it because I have the least magic out of all of us?”
“I would prefer to make no use of magic whatsoever. However, of the options available, you are preferable.”
A panel in the cockpit opened, revealing a canister of glass that was capped at one end with a metal lid. Inside it, a cloud of what appeared to be black smoke was churning as if it was water at the boil.
“What’s this?” she asked curiously.
Luxion seemed amused. “Permit to introduce you to the Saintess so revered in Holfort, or at least, to the closest thing remaining to her. If you remove the lid she will be released and she claims that, for my master’s sake, she will assist us.”
Katarina eyed the canister, “Is this safe?” she asked.
“No.”
“Oh.” And then she removed the lid from the canister.
-
Olivia watched, helplessly, as the two knight-armours fought in the sky.
The Dreadnought dominated the sky above the manor - the ship was so huge that it felt strange to think how little room there was for people inside it. But she supposed that much of it was probably dedicated to the suspension stone and engines that must be required to keep such a vast vessel in the air and then move it.
But the ship was nothing but a backdrop now. Leon’s red and black knight-armour had tried shooting the hangar door open, then hacking at the ship with its axe after that didn’t work. The hull had resisted the shots though.
“No wonder it dreads naught,” Alan commented, shading his eyes against the still low sun. “A ship that tough and fast - if it had more than four cannon, I think Uncle Roland would be really unhappy about a count’s family controlling a ship like that.”
“If it had more cannon, his highness might have trouble taking it away from the Bartfords,” Violette pointed out.
Katarina’s white and blue knight-armour had Leon’s full attention now. With no more ammunition for his rifle, he was fighting with sword and axe. Olivia didn’t think she was any judge of skill with weapons, but sparks flew every time the two knights clashed in the sky.
They flew at each other, exchanged a blow or two before they had blasted past each other, which left them turning around to close again.
“Who’s winning?” she asked.
Violette shook her head. “I can’t tell. They’ve both hit each other, but it doesn’t seem to be slowing them down.”
“I get the impression,” Alan noted, “That Leon understated how durable those two knight-armours were when he loaned one to Katarina. I’d have felt better about her fighting Lord Arclight.”
There was a crash in the sky and Katarina’s sword went flying from her knight-armour’s hand, but other shards of metal rained down - fortunately not directly upon the little group watching. Leon’s sword had shattered in the latest clash.
They should probably have taken to the airbikes and tried to get aboard the skyship but Olivia feared that the dark mage might have Leon ignore Katarina to target them if they made themselves obvious in the sky. And besides that…
It was just impossible not to stare up at the two knight-armours duelling. There was something… almost mythic about it. Two giants duelling, one in the dominion of darkness and the other championing light.
Olivia felt ashamed that she couldn’t help Katarina, that all she could do was wait down here and watch. She could see the darkness around the knight-armour that the other girl called Big Charznable… but also that Katarina’s own Big Stein was glowing with light magic that repelled the shadows whenever they tried to reach out to seize the white-and-blue knight-armour.
Was Lady Katarina secretly a light mage? It wasn’t clear to Olivia whether that was even possible. Normally a mage would have only one elemental affinity, but perhaps that was why Katarina’s earth magic was so comparatively weak. Or perhaps the duke’s daughter was just that special. Olivia could believe that.
The two duellists struck at each other ferociously, Leon’s axe trying to hack at the chest of the Big Stein. Katarina was blocking the cuts with her hoe, trying to disable the other knight-armour’s limbs rather than going for a kill.
“I hate to say it, but Leon’s fighting dumb. The dark magic must be impairing him,” Alan observed. “If he sacrificed a limb, he could have opened Katarina up there. And if he was doing this willingly, I have to believe he’d do it. It’s not like losing the arm of his knight-armour would be like losing his own limb.”
“Let’s just be glad of that.” Violette had looped her own arm through the prince’s - neither of them seemed to have noticed that.
Olivia tried to ignore it. Alan had his own fiancee, didn’t he? And Violette was a duke’s daughter. She probably wouldn’t be able to choose who she married, any more than she’d had any say in her last fiance.
Angelica took Olivia’s hand and squeezed. Looking sideways, the scholarship student wasn’t sure if the other girl was offering comfort or seeking it, but she squeezed the hand back anyway. It was so strange to think that she was surrounded by some of the most well born people in the kingdom but none of them seemed to think of her as less important than them. Katarina was sweet, of course, but Angelica was also kind and often asked after Olivia’s mother’s wellbeing as well as her own. Alan never seemed to think much about his own rank, while Violette had kindly helped to coach Olivia on the etiquette being used around her - even sharing tales of her own youthful mistakes.
In a flurry of blows, the pace of the battle above them changed. Rather than fly past, Leon’s Big Charznable seized hold of Katarina’s Big Stein and the two spun around each other, smashing blows against each other. With the sound of a thousand pots and pans falling to the floor, the right arm of the white knight-armour came apart, costing Katarina her last weapon.
But Leon’s axe was wrenched away with what remained of the limb.
Unarmed, Katarina blasted her one-armed knight-armour forwards into Leon’s - the two smashed directly into the side of the Dreadnought and rebounded, not even marking the ship’s mighty hull.
“Oh no!” Olivia cried. She covered her mouth with her free hand.
Alan said something that would have made her blush, Violette then added a curse that was even more vile. Angelica’s hand gripped Olivia’s so tightly it was painful.
The pair fell together. They seemed to be going both incredibly fast and yet so slowly that she could see every moment of struggle.
Katarina’s left arm and Leon’s right were locked together wrestling against each other - both limbs were tearing apart with the strain that the knight were putting on them.
With his left arm, Leon smashed the fist into Big Stein’s helm-like face. Once. Twice.
It came almost as a surprise when the two of them slammed down into the ground, pulverising the rear gate of the manor.
Olivia didn’t remember starting to run towards them, just that she was suddenly choking on the cloud of dust that had been kicked up by the impact. Angelica was barely a step behind her, the two still holding hands.
“Go!” she heard Violette call. “I’ll look after Keith.”
Stumbling forwards, Olivia almost tripped over the front half of Leon’s airbike. The rear-half was nowhere in evidence. She staggered around it, half dragging Angelica away from tripping over the airbike’s remains and finally the cloud had settled enough that she could see the remains of the two knight-armours.
The white legs and the red legs were tangled, almost obscenely, torn away from their respective cockpits and resting on what was left of this part of the wall. The cockpit of the Stein had had the hatch jarred half-way open and it was on its side.
Olivia rushed to the hatch, finding it stuck in it’s new position. She yanked on it, but found it unyielding. “Lady Katarina! Lady Katarina!”
Her reply was a forceful blow against the hatch from the inside. Pulling again, Olivia felt it yield slightly and then a second blow forced it open.
Katarina Claes came into view boots first. Then came her skirts - once white but now stained with oil. Then she slithered the rest of the way and Olivia paled as she saw blood trickling from the corner of the brunette’s mouth. Oh no! Internal injuries.
“I fink I bid my dong.” The duke’s daughter said in a thick voice.
“Your dong?”
A nod. “My dong.”
Olivia raised her hand, playing light magic across Katarina. Hopefully she could at least stabilise whatever injuries she’d suffered.
“Is she alright?” Angelica asked anxiously.
“I’m fine,” Katarina declared. “Id’s just my dong.” She hawked in an unladylike fashion and spat out some blood. “Oh. Danks, Olivia. Dat’s beddah.”
The other blonde gave Olivia a questioning look. “I…” Relief went through her. “She bit her tongue. Not too badly.” She’d been so worried.
“Dat’s rigd. My dong. Hab you found Weon?”
“Leon?” Angelica shook her head. “No. Not yet.”
“Led’s go den.” Katarina straightened and started looking around for the black torso section of the other knight-armour.
They found it lying open on the far side of the wall, upside down with the hatch wide open. Angelica pulled Olivia and Katarina back. “Let me go first,” she insisted and conjured a fireball.
“Dond hurd him,” Katarina protested. “Weon’s being condwolled by dark magic.”
“I know, but he could still be dangerous,” Angelica warned. She approached the cavity cautiously from the side, poking her head over the edge quickly and then drawing it back after a peek. The girl hesitated and then looked again. “He’s here, but I don’t see the dark mage.”
Olivia shivered and looked around, as if the dark-clad woman was lurking somewhere to ambush them. Which she might very well be.
Katarina joined Angelica and reached inside. “There’s dark magic all around him,” she warned. “We need to get it off him before he wakes up or he might do something he’ll regret.”
“Given how dangerous he seems to be in a fight, we’d probably regret it too,” Angelica pointed out.
“I’ll do my best,” Olivia promised.
“Id’s alright,” the brunette told her. “Jusd wadch out for any oder dark magic, we dond wand du be caugd off guard.”
Working together, the two duke’s daughters managed to unstrap Leon and drag him out of the cockpit to lay him on the floor. Olivia shuddered. Shadows seemed to flow around and through the boy, almost as if they were following his veins and spreading their influence throughout his body.
“I don’t know what to do!” she admitted, “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
Katarina reached down and closed her hands around one of the tendrils. “Id’s okay, Olivia.” She pulled the tendril away and to Olivia’s amazement, a faint glow of light magic dispersed the blackness as it was yanked free of Leon.
“How are you doing that?” Angelica exclaimed. She tried to do the same but the blackness didn’t come away. Or rather, it did but new tendrils tried to cling to the blonde’s hands.
Olivia grasped her friend’s hands and channelled light magic through them, purging the dark magic.
“Ahh!” Angelica cried out. She gritted her teeth and waited until Olivia released her before crossing her arms and squeezing each hand beneath her armpits. “That stung like anything!”
“You need lighd magic to do it,” Katarine explained. “Gosh, dis makes id hard to speak cwearwy.” Presumably she meant her tongue.
Continuing to pull the tendrils away, she systematically worked her way across Leon. Olivia tried to help, but the boy twitched and cried out when she did so.
“Carefuw,” Katarina warned, gently pushing her away, “Id’s vewy delicade.”
Awed, Oliva watched her work. “How are you doing this? How do you even know how to treat dark magic, Lady Katarina?”
“De saindess is helping me,” the brunette explained. She swallowed and then tried again. “The Saintess, I mean.”
-
This wasn’t his bed, Leon realised as he woke. But it was one of the beds on the Dreadnought. He could always tell when he was sleeping aboard the ship because Luxion made mattresses that were just that little bit better sprung than the hand-made mattresses found in Holfort. It was a funny thing to recognise, because he’d never claimed to be a connoisseur of bedding - but there it was.
Cracking his eyes open a bit, he was unsurprised to find that the room was lit brightly. Closing his eyes again, he turned his head to shade them, trying to gradually adjust to the lights.
What had happened? They’d attacked Baron Sullivan’s manor, he’d fought against knight-armours and some kind of monster. Then… no, the monster had turned out to be a human… and that was a worrying development.
Eyes not adjusted, he looked around and realised that he was in the Dreadnought’s medical room and that he wasn’t the only one. Keith lay in another bed, not far from him. The boy was apparently asleep, but he was breathing steadily. There were no obvious displays of his vitals - that would have been rather obviously out of place to Holfort eyes.
“Luxion?” he asked.
There was no sight of the drone, but the familiar voice came from his ear. “Master. Please authenticate that you are in your right mind and in control of yourself.”
“What? I…” What had happened? He saw dark eyes and shivered involuntarily. “Authentication?” He’d agreed to a contingency for this after dark magic became a problem. Oh hell. He’d run into the dark mage. “I loved that game,” he said in japanese. “It was so easy, and all the characters were so charming.”
“Vital reports suggest insincerity,” the AI concluded. “Welcome back, Master.”
“I felt dirty just saying that.” Which was rather the point. If I could say that about the game without feeling a strong distaste from the words, then clearly I wasn’t in my right mind - even assuming that I would know to use japanese, while being influenced by a dark mage. “What happened to the others?”
“All of your companions have survived with minimal injuries,” Luxion told him. “We are currently ten hours east of Baron Sullivan’s island and making for the continent. The dark mage attempted to have you bring her aboard Dreadnought but she managed to escape capture after the female Claes disabled your knight-armour.”
“I lost a fight to Katarina?” Leon pulled a pillow out from behind him and covered his face with it. “How incredibly embarrassing.” Why had he even disembarked? In hindsight, there had been absolutely no need.
“Perhaps you and the blue-haired new human will now have something to bond over.”
“Thanks,” he replied still trying to process why he'd put himself in such a vulnerable position. Had seeing a monster leave a human body rather than fully dissipating really been that disturbing? “She got away though, that’s worrying. What other bad news do you have?”
“Both knight-armours and all three airbikes were total losses,” the AI told him. “I have pulverised the remains with my main battery in order to ensure nothing useful is recovered.”
“How much of the manor did you destroy?”
“Everything left of it. I cannot confirm that the dark mage was within, but the chance existed.” Luxion didn’t sound remorseful and on reflection, Leon saw no reason that the AI should be. “It seems probable that the Dreadnought will be identified as responsible. However, retaliation for the male Claes being captured by them is likely to be seen as sufficient reason for the attack.”
“Probably.” He shook his head. “In hindsight, disabling the remote override for my knight-armour was probably a mistake.”
“It is understandable that you would not want Cleare to have the option to seize control over it.”
That was only half the reason Leon had done it, but it wouldn’t be diplomatic to say so. “Next time I do something as stupid as to get out of my knight-armour while in a combat zone, please yell at me.”
Over on the other bed, Keith rolled over - perhaps disturbed by Leon's voice. The dark-haired boy glanced over at the other patient. “Has he woken yet?”
“No, but he is about to. I will notify his sister.”
Huh, so Luxion was talking to Katarina now? That was a development.
A moment later, the door burst open, “KEITH!” Katarina exclaimed loudly.
“Sister?” The boy sat up sharply, jolted awake. “Don’t just burst into my room like that!”
“But this isn’t your room!” The girl hurled herself and grabbed Keith in a hug. “I was so worried, are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere? Please don’t get kidnapped again, I was frantic!”
“I…” Keith slowly closed his arms around Katarina. “How did you find me, Kataraina? Where are we? Thomas didn’t kidnap you as well did he?”
“We’re on Leon’s ship!” she explained. Leon waved, catching Keith’s attention. “We came to rescue you!”
“Just the two of you?”
“No.” Katarina pulled free. “Me, Leon, Angelica, Alan, Violette and Olivia.”
“Just the six of you?” Keith looked alarmed. “Sister, Thomas has guards - and he’s working with a dark mage. I don’t know what’s gotten into him but he’s dangerous.”
“You’re kind of a bit late with the warning, but it is appreciated,” Leon offered drily. “I’m just sorry we didn’t catch up sooner. You seem to have had a rough time of it.”
The other boy shuddered.
“It’s alright,” his sister assured him, hugging him again. “It’s over now. We took care of everything. Well, except the dark mage - she got away. But almost everything.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” Keith relaxed slightly, and then realised he was in bed with his sister sprawled half-over him. “S-sis, should you really be doing this?”
“I don’t care! I missed you. There was a letter saying you’d given up on the Claes and I thought that you’d left me behind.” Katarina was teary eyed. “I’m not letting go of you.”
“What? I’d never do that.” The boy closed his arms around her. “I promise, I’ll never leave you Katarina. I love you. I promise, I’ll always be there for you.”
“Do you promise?”
“Of course.” The flaxen haired boy rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve loved you since before you hacked my door down with an axe.”
“T-that was an emergency.”
“I know. I mean it, you know. I love you. You’re the only woman for me.”
Leon pinched the bridge of his nose. Keith had been right there when Gerald made his feelings known to Katarina, surely he had some idea what would happen.
She didn’t quite faint, this time, although her tenuous balance did go away and she sprawled on top of her brother, forcing him to lie back in the bed. “Oops!” she gasped, face flushed.
“I don’t mind,” Keith told her, a gentle smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to tell you that for a while.”
“T-tell me?” the girl stammered. “I mean, my imaginations running away with me. I … what do you mean I didn’t imagine it, Ann?”
Keith glanced around, saw Leon and flushed - apparently his very presence had been erased from the young man’s memory by proximity to his sister - and then told Katarina gently, “I don’t think Anne’s here.”
“Not that Anne.” She shook her head. “But you said that you love me?”
“Yes, I do.”
Leon felt his face pale. Ann. Not Anne. Ann. Oh no. The Saintess’ name was Ann. “Luxion,” he subvocalized. “What did you do?”
“I did what I needed to do, master.” The AI paused. “It appears that the spectre’s devotion to Lia Bartford exceeds her hatred for the kingdom of Holfort. At a risk of sounding like Cleare, I am intrigued to see how this affects the female Claes’ reactions towards Lafan’s paramours.”
“Can you get her out of Katarina?” Leon asked.
“How?”
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Both siblings looked around at him, red-faced. “N-no,” Keith protested.
“We’re just hugging, like siblings!” Katarina protested. Then she boxed her own ear. “Ann, no! Stop saying things like that.”
Oh this was going to be fun, Leon thought with all the sincerity he’d used for the earlier pass phrase.