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Chapter 18: The Telescope Blueprint (Part 2)

After bidding farewell to my comrades-in-arms, I immediately sought out Colonel Pekla, the commanding officer of Valor Fortress, to report everything that had transpired in the Woodland Mausoleum—and to reveal the true identity of Marquis Menewal. The cryptic words spoken by the vampire lord before his death lingered heavily on my mind, filling me with an unshakable sense of dread. A foreboding loomed over me, like dark clouds gathering before a storm, as though the world was teetering on the edge of some cataclysmic upheaval. And somehow, I knew it all connected back to what we’d experienced today.

Colonel Pekla still appeared as listless and frail as ever, speaking in his slow, soft voice. But his words betrayed none of the senility his demeanor suggested; instead, they were sharp and calculated.

“I always suspected there was something off about Menewal,” he began. “At first, it was how uncannily similar he looked to every one of his ancestors in their portraits—a resemblance too perfect to be natural. Then there’s the fact that no one has ever seen him as a child or heard any tales about the women of his family. It didn’t add up… not at all.”

He paused briefly before continuing. “Thank you for rescuing my assistant. Before now, I’d lost thirteen of my finest spies. Now I can confirm that those cunning vampires were behind their deaths. You’ve brought vital intelligence, sir. I’ve already written to His Majesty, detailing the crisis here. Reinforcements will arrive soon, Darmos willing. Let’s hope it isn’t too late…”

With that, the colonel rose from his seat and turned toward the wall, where a sword hung mounted. He lifted it gently, running his fingers along its scabbard as if caressing a sleeping child.

“This war will be unlike anything Falvy has faced before—the greatest crisis this continent has ever known. For an old warrior like me…” His voice trailed off for a moment, heavy with resignation. “…it comes too late.”

Carefully, he fastened the sword to his belt and stood silently by the window, gazing out at the shadowy silhouette of distant mountains. Though his posture remained weary, his frame stooped, and his face seemingly ill-suited to the crisp uniform he wore, there was a fire burning in his eyes—a fierce determination that made my heart race alongside his far-off stare. Between his slightly furrowed brows lay a quiet confidence, as though even the weightiest burdens could rest easily upon his shoulders without hesitation.

This man was nothing like the Pekla I thought I knew. I’d dismissed him as a washed-up bureaucrat, dulled by age and complacency. Yet beneath his graying temples hid a pair of piercing, lucid eyes, and within his frail body burned the indomitable spirit of a soldier.

Adversity is the crucible of character, perhaps revealing only in its flames the courage and integrity hidden within a person. How foolish I had been to judge so harshly based on appearances—to distrust a man worthy of respect while blindly trusting a scheming manipulator who nearly cost me my life.

As thanks for my efforts, Colonel Pekla gifted me a lightweight steel shield called The Watcher's Bulwark. This was precisely the defensive tool I needed most. Compared to the flimsy wooden shield I’d lost during the chaos in the mausoleum, this new shield offered far superior protection. Its magical property, tied to keen observation, enhanced my ability to discern threats mid-battle, significantly increasing my chances of deflecting attacks entirely. With it, I felt more prepared than ever to face future dangers.

Yet receiving this reward filled me not with pride but shame. I felt unworthy—not just undeserving of the colonel’s generosity but deserving of punishment for my mistakes. When I accepted the shield from him, my cheeks burned hot, and I couldn’t meet his gaze.

By the time I left the colonel’s office, he had returned to his desk, lost in contemplation. The setting sun poured through the window, bathing him in a subdued yet profound light. His silhouette—resolute and wise—stayed etched in my memory long after I departed.

From there, I collected the payments owed to me by those who had commissioned my services. Mr. Faseli, the prosecutor, and Sir Montella, the city patrol captain, both paid handsomely for completing The Missing Only Son and Fangs of a Vampire quests. When I visited Faseli’s home, young Philipe, whom we’d rescued, was diligently practicing his swordplay. He declared his ambition to become a warrior “as brave as Jeffrey Kidd.” Later, I learned that when Long Triangle stopped by, the boy claimed he wanted to grow up to be “an elegant rogue like Long Triangle,” and when speaking to Longbow Sunshot, he expressed a desire to become “a holy priest like Longbow Sunshot.” Clearly, this child had the makings of a future politician.

But for me, the pure, crystalline admiration shining in his eyes meant more than the pouch of gold coins his father handed me.

I returned the five recovered pages of the Lost Chapters of the Holy Codex to the fortress chapel. Unfortunately, the dark magic corrupting them had stripped away their divine enchantments, leaving them mere scraps of paper devoid of power. The damaged codex could never regain its former glory. Still, the monks valued the religious significance of these fragments highly. In gratitude, they gave me five gold coins and a blessed belt imbued with holy energy. This artifact increased my strength by eighteen points and improved my chances of dodging enemy blows.

Next, I reported my victory over the Cursed Warrior Spirit to the fortress’s combat trainer. With a nostalgic tone, he praised my achievement and taught me a skill called Blade Storm. This technique allowed me to unleash devastating damage on up to three nearby foes simultaneously for fifteen seconds—a lifesaver when surrounded in battle.

Truthfully, I found the burly trainer somewhat gullible. He didn’t ask for proof of my triumph over the cursed spirit, accepting my account at face value. I suspected that even if I’d done nothing—simply wandered outside the fortress walls and returned claiming success—he might have still awarded me the skill without question.

Once all these tasks were complete, I returned to Kampnavia and hurried back to the laboratory of my alchemy mentor, Mr. Edgeville. My pulse quickened as I retrieved the carefully wrapped Blueprint of the Telescope from my pack…

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