Chapter 150: Prep For War (P2)

"Are you sure you saw them head this way?" Juri asks, and annoyingly not for the first time.

Lazily, I lift my tired head from the neck of my trotting horse and look at the tall, broad man fitted in fine steel armour and set right with his large broadsword.

"Do you doubt my magic, Juri?" The man hesitates to answer. Good, this is how it ought to be at the beginning. The friendly, quick to speak nature of these my so-called councilmen irks me.

I would have thought throwing the Diviner in a dungeon and rounding up the litter of priests that wander about the city would have been sufficient action to show I'm not of the intents of being a 'normal' Mayor.

"If you doubt my magic then volunteer for it to be tested on you, I've got more than a few rituals pending trials, Juri and I need volunteers…live ones."

"Oh, don't bother the man so much." Anselm sighs, "He was just asking a simple question, I too wonder if your familiar truly saw them go this way."