Paths of Wealth with their Shadows of Conflict

The path which leads them to Rakllan is through Viscount Begnes territory, then through Count Maives territory, and finally to Viria Dukedom. The journey to Begnes territory takes about three days as it is a long stretch of land. Begnes is a region known for its breathtaking ocean views, one of the few territories that boasts access to the sea. Due to its proximity to the ocean, the seafood there is extraordinary. It is one of the wealthier territories, not only because of its seafood but also due to the presence of demonic beasts in the sea which can be hunted for materials, elixirs, and research conducted by various academies.

Demonic beasts are creatures that develop their abilities through mana. While dangerous, they are highly valued for the unique resources they provide. The group took a safer route, bypassing Viscount Velot's territory. Velot's lands are embroiled in a conflict with Count Gaillen over a newly discovered mana stone mine. Originally part of Gaillen's land, this area was sold to Velot 200 years ago. Back then, it was just a stretch of barren mountains, but the recent discovery of a mana-rich mine has ignited tensions. This mine could elevate the owner's status significantly—whether through offering it to the kingdom or exploiting its resources privately, it promises immense wealth and influence.

This discovery has sparked a civil war between the two territories. The kingdom choosing not to interfere directly allows the two sides to battle it out. The victor will claim the mine but will likely emerge weakened, forcing them to negotiate with the kingdom to maintain stability. The loser protected by royal decree, will need to compensate the kingdom to retain some of their holdings. This delicate balance ensures that no faction grows too powerful while securing the kingdom's interests.

Oba Vasti, Melch's father has promised support to Viscount Velot in exchange for a baron's title and additional lands if Velot wins. This makes the conflict even more significant for Melch's family. If Velot emerges victorious, Melch might be tasked with defending the Devil's Front while his elder brother Devon could rise to the rank of baron. However, defeat could spell disaster leaving their fate uncertain until the royal family intervenes.

The group passed through several lands, often camping near the main paths in tents. These stops allowed them to rest and resupply as needed. Upon reaching Begnes territory, they took the opportunity to purchase additional provisions for the journey and sent a message back to inform the household of their progress. Begnes known for its flourishing trade, also offered some exotic goods that piqued their interest. The merchants routes were bustling, making this part of the journey relatively secure.

Melch spent his evenings reading the books Galen had handed him. Though the journey was long and tiring, Melch's determination kept him engrossed. The books detailed medical recpies, magical theories, historical battles, and survival techniques. Galen often quizzed him during their breaks, ensuring he understood the material. Despite the challenges, Melch finished the assigned reading within a couple of days impressing Galen with his diligence. Patricia said with her voice tinged with admiration. "It's inspiring to see someone so committed."

"I need to be prepared." Melch replied, a faint smile on his face. "This journey isn't just about reaching Viria it's also about proving myself."

Leif, as always maintained his carefree demeanor often making light-hearted remarks during their travels. However, his insights occasionally surprised everyone. One evening, as they rested by the campfire Melch asked why the kingdom chose not to interfere in the civil war between Gaillen and Velot. Leif reclining lazily explained with unexpected clarity, "It's simple really. The kingdom gains more by letting them weaken each other. If they stepped in both sides would unite against a common enemy. But this way, the victor is desperate, the loser dependent, and the kingdom stays in control without losing a single soldier."

Melch, though skeptical of Leif's usual antics found himself impressed by this explanation. It was a reminder that even in his casual attitude, Leif possessed a sharp mind capable of unraveling complex political strategies.

The path from Begnes to Maives territory took them through well-traveled merchant roads. Maives was known for its relic trade and major auctions making it another prosperous region. Although not as wealthy as Begnes, the count's family wielded considerable influence. The roads were among the safest in the neighboring territories patrolled regularly to ensure the merchants security. This vigilance allowed the group to make steady progress reaching Maives' lands a day earlier than planned.

With extra time on their hands, they decided to rest in Maives' territory and gather additional supplies. The bustling markets offered a variety of goods from rare spices to intricate artifacts, but they refrained from indulging too much mindful of their purpose. Leif, however couldn't resist haggling with a merchant over a seemingly trivial item—a carved wooden pendant. When questioned, he grinned and said "It's not about the pendant. It's about the thrill of the bargain."

The group also took advantage of their stop in Maives to inquire about the road ahead. A local merchant warned them of potential delays due to the increasing traffic of travelers heading to Viria for the academy exams. "You'd best secure your lodging early" the merchant advised. "It'll be a madhouse once you get there."

Their journey resumed swiftly as they aimed to reach Viria ahead of schedule. The approaching entrance exams for the academy meant accommodations in Viria would be scarce. Ensuring they had adequate time to secure a place to stay became a priority. They traveled efficiently, stopping only when necessary to rest the horses or themselves. Nights in the tent became a routine, with Leif's casual remarks and occasional profound observations adding a touch of levity to their otherwise structured days.

On one such night, as the group sat around the campfire, John found himself pondering the structure of this world. He watched Leif toss small pebbles into the firelight his carefree nature masking the depth of his thoughts. "Leif" Melch ventured, "you seem to know a lot about the politics. How do you stay so calm?"

Leif smirked and leaned back, gazing at the stars. "Because worrying won't change anything. The world's a mess of power struggles and ambitions. I'm just a small part of it, so I'd rather enjoy the ride than lose sleep over things I can't control."

John listened intently, intrigued by the contradiction that was Leif—a man who seemed to float through life yet possessed an uncanny ability to cut to the heart of complex matters. It was a perspective that he found both unsettling and oddly comforting.

As they neared Viria, the landscape began to change. The rolling hills gave way to more structured farmland and the presence of guards at checkpoints became more frequent. Each stop required them to present their identification and state their purpose. The scrutiny was thorough but not overbearing, a testament to the region's focus on maintaining order.

At one such checkpoint, a guard inspected their papers and glanced at their modest caravan. "You're headed to Viria for the academy exams?" he asked, his tone curious.

Galen nodded. "Yes, we have young Master Melch here who intends to take the entrance exam."

The guard's eyes flicked to Melch, who met his gaze with calm composure. "You'll find it busy." the guard remarked. "Best of luck."

The group continued onward, the bustling atmosphere of Viria growing palpable even from a distance. The city was renowned for its magical heritage, its towering spires visible on the horizon. This was the final stretch of their journey, and the anticipation among them was tangible.

As they approached the city gates, John couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was a place of endless possibilities but it was also a world where he would need to prove himself. He glanced at Leif, who was humming a carefree tune and Galen whose stoic expression betrayed his constant vigilance. Patricia walked beside Melch offering quiet encouragement as they approached their destination.

Finally, they passed through the gates of Viria their minds brimming with thoughts of what lay ahead. The city vibrant and alive with activity, welcomed them with open arms. It was a place where destinies would be forged and none of them could predict just how much their lives were about to change.