The Runic Alchemist

Chapter 709: All In The Day’s Work

Damian arrived back in the Sanctuary. The emperor had promised to show him something cool the day after tomorrow, when they would go attacking the demons for the last time. He was willing to share that and many treasures he had looted from the Dawnstar coffers if Damian helped him make the old Empire’s land useful through the waygates.

Damian neither accepted nor rejected, leaving the decision until after he had seen whatever this trump card the Empire was holding onto.

It had just been over 3 hours since he was gone. Evrin and Lucian had the sacrium bracelet he had given them — they should still have the environment-mana-charged waygate runic circle activation option for today. They could come back whenever they felt like it. He would also have to apologize to Lucian for not taking her along. Evrin had taken her to sightsee when he left Eldoris with Vidalia and Ilvanya. He also remembered her eyeing him when Ilvanya said he couldn’t take her daughter. He would have to do something extra to make it up to her.

There was no point in going back to his room; no one was there. So Damian walked towards the main study room reserved for the Keeper, with all the mountain of documents and a big premium wooden desk. Einar was inside, and so were the officials. But when Damian opened the door, the first person that his eyes met was a very small one — Einar’s son was running around and had been surprised by him suddenly opening the door.

Drona. What a weird name she had chosen.

Damian smiled at the kid and bent his knees to meet the kid’s height. He was too shy though and quickly ran back towards one of the female attendants of Einar, hiding behind her leg — looking at him with suspicion.

Damian sighed. That hurt. But he did not give up and quickly formed a runic spell for a small kid-sized golden shield — Drona’s eyes lit up like a 12-watt bulb. Slowly, he braved his heart and walked near him with his little toddler legs. The round chubby face was truly too cute. Drona touched the golden shield, grabbing onto it with his little hands.

As long as Damian did not force it to move, the shield could be held by anyone, and with mana threads extending from it, Damian could keep the structure for a potentially indefinite time. With his transcendent mana regeneration, the minor cost of mana was below minuscule.

The smile on his face warmed his heart. Made him remember his days in the orphanage when some babies stayed with them for a while before getting adopted. It hurt Sister Hedley when she had to give them up, but that’s how she was. Till today, if someone asked what “mother” was, in Damian’s mind only her face came up.

He let the kid play with it and got up to see the whole room had stopped doing their job and were looking at him and Drona with stupid grins on their faces. Only when he walked towards them did they break out of it. Einar was about to get up from the chair that was supposed to be for the Keeper, but Damian gestured for her to keep seated. He simply took an empty chair nearest to him, on the other side of the table.

“How did it go?” Einar asked.

“Better than I expected,” Damian replied. “All agreed to sign the treaty, Faerunia will give back all land to the Empire — and we fight the demons the day after tomorrow with more transcendents than demons..”

“All your ideas worked just like that, huh?” Einar teased with a smile. But she was wrong; he wasn’t the only one who had played a part in it. They all had planned it together — well, at least the ones he called friends.

“Only the treaty was my idea — you were the one who suggested forcing the Faerunians back with the help of their prisoners. Sam and Lucian dealing with the demons once and for all with everyone — I even relayed to the emperor Sam’s message of giving a day’s warning to the demons to prepare for the biggest fight of their life or surrender.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, you were the one who selected the best of all our crazy drunkard ideas.” Damian smiled, remembering the drinking party they had enjoyed — supposedly they had drunk a quarter of all available alcohol in the city of Sanctuary. Getting a transcendent drunk was not an easy thing.

“So we have a day..” Einar added. “You want to prepare?”

“Not yet,” Damian said. He had done no real managing of the city yet at all, only doing things that affected the Sanctuary from outside. “What were you busy with?”

Einar looked at the old butler-like dressed official and the two women standing beside him, one younger in her 20s and another slightly older, in her mid-30s. The older woman, who had more of a professional feel, spoke up:

“We were informing Lady Guardian of the possible need of borrowing some funds if the increased population of the city and the major towns around us were going to stay in the same condition for a month or so. The merchants we work with will need time to procure more food before delivering to us here.”

“I have some money — it’s not much use to me,” Damian said, removing a high-rank steel spatial storage from his sacrium storage fitted on his right arm.

“That’s not necessary — you shouldn’t use your own—” Einar started shaking her head, but Damian interrupted in the middle.

“If we are borrowing anyway, why not just use these for now? We will soon do something to improve the money problem along with all else.”

Einar sighed and nodded, then pushed the high-ranked steel spatial storage tool towards the old man and asked, “How long will this buy us?”

The old man took the steel bracelet elegantly and used his mana to activate it — Damian mixed a little of his own mana in the mix so he could access it and bypass the security check.

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