EuphemiaThe morning started well enough, but I sniffed the pink potion that my brother had sent me. He said it would help me to remember, and he wrote more about what it was, but stupidly, I didn't read the rest. If I read it the first time, I had forgotten it in my haze of what my father wrote.Before I new it, the potion had casted me away.It was a grueling twelve-hour flight to the Tyché colony. My new staff and the plane crew were the only ones joining me. It wasn't an uncomfortable flight. I was in the seat of luxury, the best the empire had to offer, but it was long. As I looked out the window, I was reminded that my plane wasn't alone. A fleet of aircraft carrying the first waves of new colonists trailed behind us. Those planes were crammed full, so I was lucky to have a spacious plane almost all to myself. I remembered that flight well. I was so nervous, but I was determined. Now I was back on the plane. It wasn't just an identical plane, it was the exact same one that firs
I was going to have to face Emer Gallagher in the air again. Our intelligence had stated that she was with the last of the New Siberian Air force.And she would be coming for me. In the end, of course, it would be her. My first great enemy, the woman who nearly shot me out of the sky. In the end, I would need to face her in battle.It wasn't going to be easy. If anything, I was looking at a fight for my life, a fight I wasn't sure I could win. I needed to prepare for battle, and there was only one way I could do it.One effective way I could do it. I needed to see her up close. I needed to watch her, but in this world, it was too early for things like cameras. There was no recording equipment. You could record by magic, but that was harder.None of our fights had been recorded. So the best way to deal with this was to watch her through my memories.By now, I was familiar with the sensation of being dragged into my memories. I concentrated on that first battle with Emer, back in Morocc
Calixte ArcAs my memory came to an end, I wondered if I would have to wake up and smell the potion again. As the memory froze like a movie being paused, I decided to try another memory. When I thought about it, the scene before me dissolved into smoke, before reforming at another time. In another place.Mireille was there to see us off and she waved happily at Tanya. My other wife didn't even look at her. Mireille was wishing us good luck and safe passage, which would have been a nice gesture considering we were going into battle, but she was an intelligence officer. One of the best the Office of Secret Intelligence had to offer, as far as I was concerned. The OSI had known about the ambush we were talking into for three days, so she should be better than anyone we won't be in any danger.It had worked. If I had allowed the dream to end, I'm sure it would have. If I thought about other memories, it would call them to this scene.That was what was supposed to happen. The New Siberian
She made the final checks on her warplane. She wouldn't be able to use her own, but the Roslachnians had provided a high quality one.This might be Emers last chance to fulfill the contract given to her, by both the Roslachnian and the Aquitese Lord.The Roslachnians wanted the advance haulted, but the lord wanted Prince Calixte to be captured. What the dirty old man wanted the prince for she didn't want to think about, especially since he desired Princess Euphemia as well, but he was willing to pay an arm and a leg.With that kind of money on the line, who was she to ask questions?Emer Gallagher turned the key and the plane came to life. It wouldn't be long now.
This will NOW be my last chapter like this. My main focus is purely on Arc Chronicles, but since I will be on a flight to Korea tomorrow, I won't have time to write the next chapter, and when I get there, I'm going to have jetlag. So I'm posting the alpha version of a story that I wrote last year. I'm thinking about releasing the final version over on Webnovel.A lot of the the early chapters will be similar to this alpha version, since they were rewrites, so don't be surprised if you go and read the official version.I do have 100 chapters of it written and since I'm going to be busy in Korea for work for the next two months... Well, at least I will have something to release on Webnovel. I'll have enough free time to focus on writing one thing and that will be Webnovel.Chapter I: RebirthIn my first thirty-two years of life, I had never seen anything that would lead me to believe that God existed. Not just the Abrahamic one, but no God or gods or any higher power. Creation was a ser
This was supposed to be posted with all the chapters yesterday. Sorry about that. After this one, closing in on end game contents!****************************************************Chapter VIII: Character PlanningWhen a monster was killed in Salvation, a screen appeared in front of the player that killed it. I took a peak over Kanade's shoulder:REWARDSEXP: 10ITEMS: 0LYRE: 0I patted her on the should. "Boars have a chance of dropping a fang, so bad luck that you didn't get anything, but good job. You should check your skills.""How come?""You know our skills all start at zero and we max them out at one hundred, right? The first time we use a skill, it jumps from zero to one. The higher the skill level is, the harder it will be to level it, but the first level is always given."Kanade opened her menu and scrolled over to the skills section. "My Bow skill is 1/100 and so is Accelerate.""That's good."I looked back at Amos and Euphie. We never agreed to anything officially, but
Julius hated getting calls from Intelligence. It always ended with him getting a headache. They never called him with good news when he was on assignment and today was no exception."Roslachnians?" he repeated, feeling that headache coming on. "Roslachnians are here, in Tychè colony? You're sute?""It was confirmed by our spies. A special team has been deployed to assassinate Princess Euphemia."Yep, there was his headache. "That's... Just great." As if he didn't have enough to deal with. "She's pretected by her imperial guard. They should keep her safe.""All the same we want you to keep a closer eye on her. The agent they're sent is a specialist."Of course they were. "And what do the Corai think of this? Corai and Roslachny aren't exactly allies.""The Roslachnians are only being deployed to Tyché. So they won't be a problem for Corai."
The seens shifted again, I was throw again into the skies again. I was floating next to my plane that sored through the sky.It was her. I was sure of it. That voice was burned into my mind. I would remember it until the day I die.That was unfortunately the truth. Even if I killed her by shooting her out of the sky, that voice would haunt me until my dying day.The fighter that almost killed me. She wasn't a born Florentinian, but a mercenary. An Irish mercenary if our information was correct. Emer Gallagher was hands down the best pilot that I had ever had the misfortune of meeting in open-air combat."Hello again, Prince Calixte!" Emer said cheerfully. I didn't know if the Irish were called Irish in the world, Britain was named Britannia, but she spoke with a thick Irish accent.Even now, being on the other end of that haunting voice, it was still attractive. I was still atttractied to it. If I didn't have two wives with a third on the way, I would have gone to the fantasy world of