Favo Novel
Chapter 122
Chapter 122
Part 18
“Why nothing, actually.” Kovink answered, surprised again. “All of us take part in the civic preparedness
training in the communities where we live, many of us are reserve members of various militaries, and a
few of us are full-time soldiers. If war with the demons comes to Kellaran, the members of my ‘empire’,
as you put it, will all report to the various defense organizations we belong to.
“The Game of Status is just that, Honored Princess; a game, and we are merely playing. I win partly
because I don’t take it too seriously, unlike most of my opponents. You might note, for instance, that
none of my organization’s members have been apprehended by your spell that catches murderers,
because we’ve never found it wise to murder anyone. We’ve killed in legitimate cases of self-defense
when we’ve been attacked, and as you might imagine, we’ve been getting quite a lot of that lately. But
your spell doesn’t consider that to be murder for the purposes of The Game. And rightly so. We’re not
killers. I see as little use for my organization in warfare as I do for any other sporting team or gaming
league.”
“I disagree.” Fire sternly informed him. “Almost all of the sneakiest, nastiest, and most cunning gnomes
work for you, and you’ve instilled a high social cohesion and morale among them. When we win the
tournament and lead Kellaran in war, there’ll be missions that I’ll assign to your command because your
group are well suited to them, and most gnomes aren’t. You’d best be prepared.”
“Hmm.” Kovink mused as he considered it. “If we were going to war against other people, I might think
you’re right. We’d be good at infiltration and covert penetration for the purposes of spying and
sabotage, for instance.
“But I can’t picture anyone being able to sneak into a camp or compound of demons disguised as one
of them, or as anything else. And we couldn’t spy on them because we don’t speak the language of
demons.”
“Then I’ll make those your first two assignments.” Fire informed him with a glare. “Demons come in all
sizes, including yours, so disguising yourself as one of them is not impossible. Though remaining
undetectable is probably more practical. You can get the language of the demons from any of the good
chronicles of The Demon War. I recommend Somonik’s.
“I’ll give you a week to show some good progress on those assignments.”
“Now hold on!” Kovink declared with determination as he came to a sudden stop in mid-air, forcing Fire
and Povon to stop as well, or just run into him, which they chose not to do. “I don’t see how you have
any authority to assign me to do anything, or anyone who works for me either! And just what do you
propose to do if I refuse?!”
“If you haven’t done your assignment in a week, I’ll just have to help you with it!” Fire told him with a
cruel little laugh. “Whether you want me to or not.”
“If you intend to force me to do anything, you’re in for a big surprise, and maybe out of your mind
besides!” Kovink insisted. “You’re sworn to justice on The Truthstone, and you have no legal authority
over me! If you think you can act against me effectively despite that, then do your worst, and we’ll see
what happens to you!”
Their exchange was drawing attention all over the room, and suddenly the huge Revealing was
showing and amplifying their conversation. They both noticed these things, but ignored them.
“First of all, we are going to win the tournament and the Leadership of Kellaran, at which time I’ll legally
have the authority to assign you to the crappiest task in the military!” Fire insisted. “Even if you doubt
we’ll win, it would be wise of you to prepare for it, just in case we do!
“Second, being sworn to justice doesn’t stop me from using my power, so long as that use is just. Like
forcing you and yours to do your fair share to prepare to defend Kellaran.
“And third, I’m acting this way toward you because I don’t like you. You’re a very nasty person, Kovink
Seg Mivtz, and what you do goes against the spirit of The Game of Status, if not the rules.
“In fact, I think I’ll teach you a lesson right now.” She held up her hand and a portable Truthstone
appeared in it, and she continued speaking without pause. “I’m joining The Game of Status for the next
thirty-two seconds, and I swear to abide by the rules of it while I’m playing.”
The stone disappeared from her right hand as her left shot out and grabbed the gnome by the hair at
the back of his head and knocked his forehead into hers with an impact that must have hurt them both.
“Think with me a moment Kovink, that’s a good lad, thanks.” she growled as she glared into his eyes
from so close that their eyelashes almost touched, and she cast a complex Sphere of Protection
around the two of them to protect the onlookers from the coming conflict.
Everyone with a journeyman’s level of psionic awareness could see that he was fighting her with
everything he had, as easily as everyone could see him struggling against her grasp and casting a
variety of magic attacks. Sometimes the contained conflagration in the Sphere was all that could be
seen of them. She appeared to ignore everything he did, and in a few seconds he stopped struggling.
“I have you.” she growled. “I win. I’m now Ruling Princess Fire of The Sylvan Nation, and first in The
Game of Status. Acknowledge it.”
“You are first, Princess.” he answered in a choked voice.
“That’s ‘Mistress’ to you.” she growled. “That’s what slaves call their female owners.”
“Yes Mistress.” he gasped.
“Excellent. My time in The Game of Status is now up, and the status of first in the game now returns to
you. Don’t you feel victorious and proud?” she chuckled as she thrust him away from her hard enough
to make him stumble in mid-air. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
“Uh, not really, Mistress.” he gasped as he tried to regain his composure.
“No you don’t.” she continued. “And furthermore, I’m not returning rule of the Sylvan to you. The
position of Prince or Princess of The Sylvan Nation is no longer up for grabs in The Game of Status,
and I now legally rule all Sylvan except those on Hiliani. Who I legally co-rule.
“The position will now be decided by open challenge. Any who want to challenge me for it can step up
and take their best shot, anytime they want.
“Now excuse us, we’re going swimming.”
She brushed past him, Povon gently but firmly pushed him out of her way, and he disappeared as his
face went purple in humiliated rage.
“Fire, you’re an incorrigible little scamp!” Alilia laughed as she swept the girl up in her arms. “Just
remember that the Sylvan are a vassal nation under the Lord of Serminak and his Regent. You’ll need
their permission on any matters of policy or major administrative decisions.”
“Oh, I think I can handle the Lord of Serminak and his Dragon Lord Regent!” Fire laughed with glances
at Mark and Povon, just as they reached the water wall.
The portals to the water were semi-transparent blue hemispheres on the floor halfway through the wall.
They saw four Selkies swim into the three meter high dome from the water side, the water seemed to
drain away inside it, they alighted on the floor, and stood there waiting.
“What are they doing?” Talia asked of no one in particular.
“Adjusting as the pressure changes.” Visinniria informed her. “The water on the other side of the portal
is about two hundred and fifteen meters deep, and the weight of it all causes a lot of pressure this far
down. Their bodies have no trouble dealing with the pressure, but it takes them a minute or so to adjust
to the change, so we reduce the pressure gradually. The pressure is so great that if they suddenly
Translocated from there to here, they just might explode.
“Without magic assistance, it would take many hours for a human or an elf’s body to adjust to that
much pressure, and even longer to adjust back to normal air pressure. Hurrying the process causes
potentially fatal internal injuries.
“So, I suggest you make sure to use a spell that can protect you from the pressure, or simply
Translocate in up at the water’s surface.”