The Southern Isles was what the people of Sistina typically referred to as the collective body of islands that dotted the southern seas. Centered around a now dormant volcano, there were seven main islands that dotted around it that formed the entire nation of Macali. Not much was known about this nation as it had
“Well then, I’ll take my leave. Please help me with the arrangements.” I bowed to the trading company staff as I got up from my chair. Since the newly created branch of the Faulkner trading company was built in this town, where Eryn now sat as Lord, I was busy coordinating with the various regions
With a heavy sigh, Eryn stepped off the coach in front of the Faulkner residence. Having taken care of the standard duties of a senior magic knight, namely sifting through the high-priority jobs and delegating them to the appropriate people, she returned home mid-afternoon to take care of her other official duty. Her butler, Pietro,
In a town, an hour’s ride from the capital, signs of hustle and bustle could be seen all throughout the streets. Frameworks of buildings dotted the edge of the town’s parameter, signifying the rapid growth that was occurring here. In fact, the area used to be an empty field merely three months ago, having been
With a flick of the wrist, I tossed the food in the pan, watching as the spices dispersed throughout it. The scent of pizarka and chili, which had pretty much become my trademarks, drifted in the air. Though I had crafted many other specialties, my name became synonymous to dishes containing it. I looked over
All of a sudden, the speed of the sword slowed to a crawl as the flat of the blade lightly tapped against my left shoulder. “A title befitting the accomplishments of the two of you,” King Reginald proclaimed. Eryn and I looked up at the unexpected words. The grip on my knife relaxed as I
The Duke’s body sputtered as his eyes opened to the sight of a crowd around him. By this time, everyone had stopped fighting and were looking anxiously at him. Enough time had passed such that Cornelius’s spell had expired, releasing the two from their icy prison. As Cornelius gasped for fresh air, he looked over
Cornelius stared at the man known as the Chancellor, a man whose magic was likely the best in the kingdom. Not only did he possess aptitude in a multitude of elements, the man was easily twenty years his senior. With that much experience and skill on his side, how would Cornelius hope to match him?
I looked up at the man who was obviously Pietro in disguise. I hadn’t thought to ask him for help, but I sure was glad that he arrived. “Sir Claude. I believe that you have another task to take care of, do you not?” Giving him a nod, I quickly leapt to my feet and
Though I had just announced that I would be ‘serving’ the Duke, in reality, I was just trying to buy time for Cornelius to arrive with the cavalry. It must have looked rather ridiculous for a chef to be pointing a hammer defiantly against a Duke, but that did its purpose of bringing a moment