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Chapter 582
“Second place, old watch hill. Not the tall one. The one that was burned in the war 150 winters ago. You’ll see black stone and bones. The old man lives in a hut below it. He hates everyone.”
“Third, farther. Ice shelf. There’s a crack that sings when the wind is wrong. Follow the sound. There’s a tribe that keeps their elders near the crack so the cold shuts them up.”
None of it made sense. It was landmarks and insults, not directions.
Ludger stared at her, then reached into his pouch and pulled out a scrap of paper and a stub of charcoal.
“Repeat,” he said.
Sigrid raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Because I’m not walking into the wilderness based on ‘bear tooth boulders’ and ‘wind-singing crack’,” Ludger said flatly.
He knelt and sketched a rough map on the stone floor, north line, river forks, ridges, valleys. As Sigrid spoke again, he translated her memories into points: the narrow fork, the ridge, the split boulder, the sulfur vents. The burned hill. The ice shelf crack.
When he finished, he drew lines between them. Then it clicked. The points weren’t random.
They formed a rough arc, three locations that bracketed a region like a net. A route that could be walked if you knew what you were looking for. Sigrid peered at the paper in his hand and grunted. “Huh. So you can do something besides pull rocks.” Ludger ignored that too.
He tapped the first point. “This one. Who’s there?”
“Old goat,” Sigrid said. “Doesn’t talk unless he wants something.”
Ludger tapped the second. “And this?”
“Old goat,” she repeated. “Talks too much.”
Ludger tapped the third.
Sigrid’s mouth curled. “Old goats. All of them.”
Ludger sighed, long and slow. “And how do I convince them?”
Sigrid’s eyes gleamed with something unpleasantly cheerful.
“They’re stubborn,” she said. “Proud. Old. They don’t like outsiders.”
She shrugged as if offering casual advice on buying bread.
“So I don’t mind if you beat them to half death and force them to teach you.”
Ludger stared at her. Sigrid stared right back, completely serious. The northerners nearby nodded like that was a perfectly reasonable tutoring method. Ludger closed his eyes for half a heartbeat and let the sigh out again.
“Northerners,” he muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You truly believe that if violence isn’t solving your problems… you aren’t using enough violence.”
Sigrid’s grin was sharp. “Now you understand.”
Ludger looked down at his crude map, then folded the paper carefully and tucked it away like it was a contract. He wasn’t going to beat anyone to half death unless he had to.
But he also wasn’t naïve enough to pretend it wouldn’t be an option. North wasn’t going to give up its secrets politely. That was fine. Ludger had never been good at polite when something mattered.
Ludger folded the map once more and slid it into his pouch like it was a blade he might need without warning.
“I’m leaving immediately,” he said.
Sigrid’s head tilted a fraction. “Now?”
“Yes,” Ludger replied, already turning back toward the stone platform. He looked at the half-assembled mimic golem parts lined up like bones waiting for flesh. “I’ll finish the runic golem when I return.”
His eyes flicked to the water tank.
“In the meantime,” Ludger said, “keep training in the tank. Underwater control. Breath discipline. Grapples. No drowning.”
Sigrid’s mouth opened, whether to argue, approve, or insult, it wasn’t clear.
Ludger didn’t give her the chance. He stepped back, inhaled once, and his mana snapped into place. Wind Step.
The air under his boots tightened, then released.
Ludger blurred, one clean burst of motion that turned him into a streak of movement, and he was gone, slipping out of the area before the echo of his departure even finished bouncing off the glass.
Water sloshed. A northerner in the tank blinked, startled, like he’d just watched a ghost sprint through solid stone.
Sigrid stood there for a heartbeat, staring at the corridor where he’d vanished. Then she exhaled through her nose.
“…In a hurry,” she muttered.
It wasn’t accusation. It was observation. The boy moved like someone chasing a deadline only he could see.
He wanted more power. More knowledge. More leverage, when he already had more than most grown men would ever touch in their lives. And somehow, it wasn’t greed. It was need.
Sigrid’s eyes narrowed, thoughtful now, her earlier annoyance dulled into something closer to understanding. She’d seen ambitious men before. Men who collected strength the way others collected trophies. Ludger didn’t collect.
He armed himself.
Against the world. Against politics. Against anything that might reach for the people under his protection.
Sigrid glanced at her northerners, at the disciplined brutality she was carving into them in the tank, then looked north in her mind, past the ridges and rivers, toward the old goats she’d just sent a dangerous boy to go bother.
She shook her head once, half disbelief, half respect. Now she could understand it. Why Kharnek trusted in this alliance.
Why he’d let an imperial-blooded child stand between northerners and the Empire and somehow not get them all killed. Because Ludger didn’t build alliances out of kindness. He built them the way he built walls. With purpose. With cost.
With the quiet promise that if anyone tried to break what he’d made… They’d find out how sharp stone could be.
When Ludger got home, the smell of food hit him before he even stepped fully inside. Lunch. Simple, warm, and domestic in a way that almost felt offensive with an Empire breathing down their necks.
Arslan sat at the table with a mug in hand, coffee dark enough to qualify as a weapon. Elaine was feeding the twins with the practiced efficiency of someone who had long ago accepted that peace was something you built, one spoonful at a time.
Elle blinked sleepily, green eyes unfocused. Arash made a small noise that could’ve been a complaint or a declaration of war. Elaine handled both without changing her expression. Ludger walked in and didn’t bother easing into it.
“I’m heading north,” he said.
Arslan’s mug paused halfway to his mouth.
“For a week or two.”
Coffee went the wrong way.
Arslan coughed hard, shoulders jerking as he choked and tried not to spray the table. Elaine didn’t even flinch, she shifted the twins slightly out of range like she’d predicted exactly how this would go.
Arslan wheezed, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and glared at Ludger like the boy had personally tried to assassinate him with timing.
“Now?” Arslan rasped. “Is this the right time for that?”
He coughed again, then added, voice sharper, “What about the negotiations?”
Ludger looked at him like it was the simplest thing in the world.
“Send the counteroffer,” he said.
Arslan blinked. “The—”
“The labyrinth access,” Ludger confirmed, calm as always. “Unrestricted. Empire labyrinths. Sealed ones included.”
Arslan stared at him like he was watching a wagon roll downhill with no brakes.
“And if they say no?” Arslan demanded.
“Then they say no,” Ludger replied. “When I return, I’ll deal with their final decision.”
Elaine’s spoon paused midair.
Her eyes met Ludger’s. There was a question there, are you sure? but she didn’t ask it out loud. Elaine didn’t waste words when the decision was already moving.
Arslan opened his mouth, probably to argue that a week or two was a lifetime when a Regent was counting days. Ludger didn’t wait for the argument to form. He turned, went down the hall, and started packing.
It didn’t take long. That was the infuriating part.
Fifteen minutes later he was back in the doorway with a backpack strapped tight across his shoulders, light but dense, the way a practical person packed: essentials, tools, a little food, and probably something illegal hidden in a side pocket just in case the world got annoying.
Arslan and Elaine looked at him like he was a tornado that had decided to take a scenic route through their life.
Fast. Unstoppable. And somehow leaving improved structures behind in his wake. Arslan set the coffee down slowly, like sudden movements might trigger another decision.
“You’re really doing this,” he said.
“Yes,” Ludger replied.
Elaine studied the backpack straps, then Ludger’s face, as if checking for cracks. Finding none, she sighed, quiet, controlled.
“Don’t catch a cold,” she said.
Ludger blinked once, then nodded.
“I won’t,” he said, as if that was a promise he could enforce on the weather.
Arslan rubbed his forehead. “A week or two,” he muttered. “He says it like he’s going to the market.”
Ludger adjusted the pack once, then stepped toward the door. He didn’t say goodbye like a child. He said it like a vice Guild officer.
“I’ll be back soon,” he said. “Keep the town steady. Keep the tank training. And don’t let anyone with a polite smile into our home.”
Arslan’s eyes narrowed. “You think they’ll try?”
Ludger’s expression stayed flat.
“They always try,” he said.
Then he was out the door, leaving his parents staring after him—two adults who had raised a boy that moved through politics and danger like wind through a crack in stone.
Unstoppable. And, somehow, already gone. After Ludger crossed Lionfang and the northerners’ township, the world thinned out.
The last fences vanished. The last smoke trails became faint smudges against the sky. The paths that had names, routes people argued over, repaired, taxed, and died on, turned into something simpler: packed snow, old tracks, and instinct.
Then even that faded. He found himself further north than he’d ever gone. Much further. It was almost annoying how quickly “civilization” stopped pretending it owned the land.
Ludger had lived in this region for over four years. He’d built walls here. Leveled roads. Negotiated alliances. Fought monsters that crawled in the frost labyrinth like the world was vomiting.
And yet…
He’d never really explored beyond the edge of what he needed. Work had always been inside the border. Inside the loop of town, guild, labyrinth, and route. North had been a direction, not a place. Now it was a place.
And it was huge.
The air tasted sharper up here, cleaner and more hostile. Every breath scraped cold against his throat like the world wanted to remind him that lungs were soft things. The wind didn’t blow so much as push, steady and indifferent, carrying fine snow that stung exposed skin and dusted his cloak in white grit.
He paused on a rise of hard-packed snow and looked out. Mountains surrounded him. Not one range. Not a neat line like a wall.
Several peaks in every direction, jagged and massive, their slopes smothered in old snow that never truly melted. Some peaks were knife-thin, stabbing into a sky washed pale by cold. Others were broad-shouldered giants, their ridgelines layered like frozen waves, shadows carving dark scars across white faces.
The light up here was different too.
The sun didn’t warm. It just illuminated, turning the snow into a field of glare and making the shadows look deeper than they should’ve been. The world felt stripped down to essentials, stone, ice, wind, and distance.
Ludger’s boots crunched softly as he took a step forward. No bird calls. No insects. No comforting noise from a town pretending it could ignore the wilderness. Just the long, empty breath of the north.
It wasn’t pretty. It was honest.
He’d assumed the land beyond the settlements was just… more of the same. More cold. More snow. More monsters waiting behind the next drift.
But standing here, surrounded by peaks and silence, Ludger realized he’d been wrong.
This wasn’t a border. This was a continent of winter. A place big enough to swallow armies, hide tribes, bury secrets, and keep them buried for generations.
He tightened the strap of his backpack and let his gaze move from one peak to the next, mapping shapes in his mind.
Somewhere out there were Sigrid’s “old goats.”
Somewhere out there was Freyra, chasing training or escaping scolding, or both.
And somewhere out there were unusual arts that hadn’t made it into imperial manuals because the Empire didn’t own this land enough to catalog it.
Ludger exhaled slowly, watching his breath fog in front of him.
Then he stepped forward into the open north, letting the snow-covered peaks close around him like the jaws of something ancient and patient.
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