The Distinguished Mr. Rose Chapter 106: Chapter 105: The Grave of Emperors

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Chapter 105: The Grave of Emperors The next day, Lucius told his fellow companions about his dealings with the Saracen council. It did not please Roland or the other Peers that they needed to ignore Ganelon’s involvement; but their expressions soon brightened at the mention of Lucius’s plan to bring along some Arabian figures back as a sign of shared fellowship. Arabia and Francia’s bond would grow stronger, as well as put pressure on Ganelon and prevent him from acting out of turn. Thus, when the twin suns rose once more, the group huddled into Astolfo’s chariot and prepared to set off. Joining them was their previous guide, Mister Ibn-al-Arabi, and Sir Medoro who represented Arabia’s military force. Angelica and he were very much thankful to spend time together. Though the two didn’t outright proclaim their relationship, neither did they make an attempt to hide it — holding hands and sharing brief, affectionate glances amongst each other. Most of the players understood immediately and kept their silence. They already had a suspicion after their first encounter, so it wasn’t all too much of a surprise. Sir Roland on the other hand appeared a bit flustered. A surge of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes. Here she was, the person he loved knowing it would never be reciprocated, now in the tender embrace of a man whose people he had once terrorized. Was it karma? Divine retribution for his sins? He knew not, but it didn’t matter. The Angelica he saw before him was truly happy, and for that he could only be thankful. The man of yesterday would have likely flown into a furious rage were he to see them so tender. The current Roland, however, instead wished them well with all his heart; and though the traces of his affection might still linger for many long years, in time he would come to heal, to recognize his past and move on, for that was life. Who knew? Perhaps a new love would find its way to him, eventually. For now though, there were debts he had to settle. Only when Ganelon was brought down would Francia escape ruin. >[Virtual Goddess of the Wired says that the end is approaching. Only one more Evil to slay, and the path to the Demon King will reveal itself. The Goddess warns Lucius to be careful. His next mission will be his most dangerous one yet]< >[Number 1 Rated Salesman 1997 snorts a line of crushed sugar candy and gleefully laughs, before telling the Goddess to stop with the melodramatic act. A go-getter like Lucius isn’t one to let some snake oil salesman bring him down. If anything, the Stars should be warning the Franks. The Salesman can’t wait to see what chaos you’ll cause next]< >[Sinister Interdimensional Bureaucrat is impartial. The Star’s employers are not entirely pleased with Lucius’s decisions, but they are nonetheless entertained. The Bureaucrat’s offer still stands. They hope for you to spread greater panic amongst the populace]< The Stars were ever the same, although Lucius did notice they had been rather quiet during his adventures in Arabia. That was to be expected. Most of the conflict stemmed from political matters, and unlike back during his expedition days, not a person had died except for the purposeful sacrifice of the late Sir Ferragut. Other than that, everything had been resolved quite cleanly. For most Stars, such a result was surely boring. They wanted destruction, to feel the rush of adrenaline they could no longer experience from their starry thrones. Only through the eyes of the players were they distracted from their tediously long existence. “Is everyone comfortable?” Lucius asked his fellows. The chariot was a bit cramped from all the people, but nonetheless they nodded. “Then let us be off. To Francia!” ——— For the next few weeks, Lucius conversed with his new Saracen companions and discussed their next plan of action. They needed to catch Ganelon by surprise. To do so, however, required hiding the two delegates from the guards' watch whenever the group rested at a checkpoint. T