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Chapter Seventy-Nine: Canonisation
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It wasn’t just a matter of each prospective warrior or mage passing a personality profile; it was also about verifying that they had no hidden debts, obligations, or criminal activity that could be used as a vector of subterfuge in the future. Beyond that, there was a singular factor that Serena was ordered to consider above all others.
Could they be friends with Amelia?
While Serena had to prioritise this question, she also had to devote enough time to studying for the upcoming commodore examination, all while ensuring the preparations for the Vengeance were going smoothly. Given their destination of the Southern Terra-Firma, she and her officers had a whole new set of problems to handle; the ship’s medical officer, Hillbrand, was coordinating the supply and storage of several hundred vials of vaccines they would be administering to the crew after they left.
Desert Fever was no joke, and they couldn’t assume Amelia would be around to heal them.
Her chief engineer, Allston, and gunnery officer, Thorne, were also busy ensuring the propellers and gun turrets were sufficiently protected should the Vengeance find itself in the middle of a lumina-born sandstorm. There was also the question of finding appropriate dust covers for the Vengeance’s parasite fighters attached to its hull, and whether the attachment points for the lightcraft needed to be upgraded to withstand the dangers of a sand-laden barrage.
Still, her officers' competence meant she could offload just enough responsibilities to not burn out from stress. She would probably be sleeping with her horns in her hands if not for Amelia’s regular healing and night-time stress-reducing activities.
And so, Serena managed to tackle the days as they came. The end-of-year tournament was approaching and formal lectures had ended, allowing the students some time to focus on their preparations. The academy grounds were full of construction workers erecting the temporary seating surrounding the outside arena for the upcoming duels. Activity was also blossoming in the city streets, where decorations were being strung up alongside buildings in preparation for Christmas.
Unfortunately, the religious holiday fell on a day when they’d be sailing through the Southern Passage. For that reason, Serena had instructed her cooking staff to bring some choice cuts of meat and extra spices for the day. While the demonic branch of Christianity wasn’t the most popular religion in the East, any captain worth their horns would know the crew would expect something special on Christmas.
And Serena was a captain worth her horns.
However, before Christmas, before they would set sail, and before the tournament, the day had finally come for House Halen’s family dinner. That was due to take place in a few hours. But… before that…
“I look weird…” came Amelia’s voice from beyond the door.
“Don’t say that, Lady Thornheart!” one of the maids chastised.
“You look stunning!” another one added. “I’d never thought a human could look so radiant!”
It was the day of Amelia’s canonisation.
While the future saint was being dressed in layers of religious garb, Serena paced the stone floor of the Asamaywa basilica. For some reason, even though she wasn’t the one going through the ceremony, Serena felt nervous. With its tall archways and detailed stained-glass windows, the building invoked a sense of wonder that made you want to keep your voice low.
It also didn’t help that while the cardinal kept his promise of keeping the ceremony discreet, that didn’t stop all three greatlords of the Three Sisters from turning up! Nor did it prevent those greatlords from bringing several dozen highlords with them! The atmosphere in the basilica’s reception hall had been stifling and Serena was glad to have the excuse of escorting Amelia to escape!
“Finished? Finally!” came Amelia’s cheerful voice.
A few steps sounded, coupled with the rustling of heavy cloth. The door creaked open and Amelia stepped through. Serena blinked, looking at her girlfriend for several seconds before saying, “Well, you certainly look the part.”
Amelia's robes were white, made from layers of heavy cloth. They screamed purity and the yellow-crystal thread that formed ornate patterns throughout the clothing whispered of wealth. Hanging from Amelia’s neck, a wooden demonic cross settled just above a depiction of the symbol of the Empire – a golden crown wreathed with two silver horns.
With no horns to paint white, the maids had woven white ribbons through Amelia's golden hair. Serena had to admit that, with Amelia’s golden hair contrasted by the white decorations and her white robes contrasted by the yellow-crystal thread, it came together to create a pleasing sight.
“There were so many layers,” Amelia intoned, rolling her eyes. She picked at her robes, only stopping when one of the maids' nostrils flared with a sharp intake of breath. Amelia mumbled an apology, casting Serena a weary smile.
These maids evidently took enormous pride in their work. It wasn’t surprising; the opportunity to personally dress a saint was a once-in-a-lifetime event. Devoted church maids wouldn’t let something small like a Lord-Prospect get in the way of that!
“Excellent, excellent!” an aged voice cried out. Serena turned to see Cardinal Hiroshi striding towards them with a spring in his step. “This is a historic moment!” The cardinal lifted his cross, kissing it lightly before looking to the ceiling. “We are truly blessed! Christ, the Empress, the Moons… are all surely smiling right now! Now…” He reached down, delicately taking Amelia’s hands. “Have you memorised the words?”
“Mmm!” Amelia nodded. “Don’t worry! I’ll do my part!”
Serena didn’t miss the mischievous glint in Amelia’s eyes.
“Good,” Cardinal Hiroshi said before turning to Serena. “The Holy Register of Witnesses has arrived. Your fellow witnesses are waiting in the aisles along with everyone else. Could you go ahead, Lord Halen? We’ll be through shortly to begin.”
“Yes, Cardinal,” Serena intoned, bowing politely. She gave Amelia some final words of encouragement before heading down the corridor and through a door into the basilica’s main hall.
When she entered, dozens of pairs of eyes snapped in her direction. Greatlords, highlords and numerous church representatives eyed her before returning to their murmured conversations. Greatlord Oshiro was in quiet discussion with the greatlords of Asamino and Asamoto. Surrounding them were a dozen highlords, some of whom Serena recognised from times when they would arrive as guests at House Halen’s estate. Her father was there, giving her a nod across the aisle before returning to his conversation.
Between the aisles lay a thick red carpet leading from the entrance of the building to the altar at the far end. A lectern stood in front, overshadowed by a statue of Christ in his familiar pose: bleeding, broken, and offering his snapped horns to his spiritual successor, the Empress of Cascadia. The statues were simple and carved from wood. Yet, they somehow invoked a sense of gravitas that dominated even the presence of the three attending greatlords.
Looking upon Christ, Serena felt… complicated. Years ago, she turned away from Sangoism because she no longer felt spiritually fulfilled by its predominantly martial teachings. While it had been a reliable source of strength during her earlier years, Serena sought a different presence in her life after the Federation convoy incident — something that wasn’t so focused on fighting.
Becoming a member of the Demon Church had been the obvious choice. The Demonic Testament offered what she needed: Hope, clarity, and most importantly of all, passages that relieved her guilt. In the Demonic Bible she’d found the writings of the Empress resonate with her. Sangoism taught how to fight conflicts, but the Demonic Testament taught how to end them. Perhaps if it weren’t for the teachings of the Bible and the heavy inclusion of humans within its text, Serena wouldn’t have been so accepting of Amelia so quickly.
Even though she didn’t like to be seen doing it, she occasionally clenched her hands and performed a quick prayer before bed. It was nothing much, just a quick ‘thank you’ delivered hastily to Christ and the Empress.
Thanking them for sending her Amelia.
Of course, the irony didn’t escape her that the Demon Church labelled her and Amelia’s relationship a sin. Then again, Serena’s life was full of compromises. You never held all the cards in a war – you could always identify things that would give you an even more advantageous position: a different elevation, a better firing solution, more munitions or better-trained soldiers. Sometimes you just had to make a decision and stick with it.
That was exactly what she’d done when she’d decided to open her heart to Amelia.
As if celebrating the end of her self-reflection, the basilica’s aetherlights dimmed. The lack of artificial moonlight meant the natural daylight streaming through the stained-glass windows created a colourful and warm atmosphere. The whispered conversations stopped and everyone’s attention was drawn to the far end of the hall, where Cardinal Hiroshi was slowly leading Amelia down the red carpet.
The old man looked like he was tearing up.
And Amelia…
Perhaps it was a mixture of Amelia’s radiant hair and robes that stood out against the dim room, or maybe it was the fact that even the greatlords were transfixed upon her, but she had presence. Her expertly cloaked wards would tickle the instincts of the dozens of Speakers in the room, while her looks would draw the eye of both men and women. She was a terrifying power that rivalled the skills of at least a greatlord, all packaged up into a bundle of chaotic and cheerful blond energy that most Cascadian lords didn’t know how to handle.
Serena felt that an unspoken conclusion had been instantly made in the room. Any lords that had been harbouring doubts about Amelia’s canonisation would quickly have reevaluated their position upon seeing her magnificence here today.
As she passed by Serena, Amelia turned her head slightly, giving Serena a quick wink. Some of the demons standing nearby murmured at the unsaintly behaviour.
Get used to it, Serena thought, trying to keep a serious expression on her face.
Cardinal Hiroshi began the ceremony. He moved behind the lectern and, with Amelia by his side, began recounting her story: a tragic life, born in Karligard only to spend years on the run, hiding from the Human Church which was hunting her down to hoard her healing powers for themselves. The attendees were told how Amelia eventually found a ship to take her to Centralis where she became a refugee and devoted herself to learning High Imperial while Intelligence hid her. Eventually, coordinating with the authorities, she’d set out to see more of the Empire, all while selflessly healing those she encountered.
“...Amelia chose the distinguished East as her first destination,” the cardinal droned on. “She was captivated by the unique cultures of the Manwese, Samino, and Ainese people. Her first visit was the plateau city of Kenhoro, where she fell in love with the swordsmanship of Shimokan. This appreciation of the Eastern martial art led her to attend the Asamaywa Academy, where…”
Serena tried not to frown. She wasn’t sure how much the man actually knew. As a cardinal, he was the Demon Church’s equivalent of a greatlord. Yet, from her conversation with Greatlord Oshiro, it appeared that even they were not told of Amelia’s realm-travelling origins. Furthermore, while her Lord Superior had deduced that secret, he’d given no indication that he knew about her soul transfer.
Then again, even if Cardinal Hiroshi did know the truth, he could hardly introduce her as, ‘This is Amelia Thornheart. She appeared in the Vengeance’s captain’s quarters half naked and then proceeded to shamelessly flirt with said captain until–’
Serena gave herself a mental slap. What was she doing, allowing her mind to go down such an inappropriate line of thought!? In a holy place, nevertheless! Serena kept her mind clear and focused on the ceremony.
After Cardinal Hiroshi had finished recounting Amelia’s imaginary life in this realm, he listed the reasons the cardinals had unanimously voted for her canonisation, emphasising Amelia’s role as an unwavering symbol of peace and unity as well as her exceptional assistance during the Asamaywa fire.
He concluded that Amelia’s name would be entered in the canon of the saints, and her work should be venerated and serve as an inspiration to all of demonkind. Glancing around, Serena saw many of the Lords nodding along, some even politely wiping tears from their eyes. She had to appreciate the cardinal's talent at public speaking, even if the story was false.
Wasn’t it a sin for a clergy member to tell lies on holy ground?
“The petitions have been answered,” Cardinal Hiroshi declared, dramatically holding up a document. “The Head of the Demon Church, the Empress of Demonkind, has affirmed that Amelia Thornheart’s canonisation is for the honour of the Church, the exaltation of the faith, and the defence of demonkind against the Malignant Darkness!” He flourished the paper, upon which Serena saw the neat ‘E’ signed at the bottom. It was strange how even just seeing the Empress’s recent handwriting made Serena feel a sense of awe.
“Before the Empress, under an irrevocable decree, declares and defines Blessed Thornheart to be a saint, we must, under the light of the five moons of the Empire, hear the vows and promises!” The cardinal turned towards Amelia, instructing her to repeat after him. “I, Amelia Thornheart, vow to faithfully promote the cause of justice and peace, and to encourage the spread of love, life, and happiness to all demonkind.”
Serena saw Amelia swallow.
“I, Amelia Thornheart,” Amelia began, “vow to faithfully promote the cause of justice and peace”–Amelia’s eyes flickered to Serena’s for a moment–“and to encourage the spread of love, life, and happiness to all.”
Amelia’s lips curled into a smile.
Ah, that was why she had the mischievous twinkle in her eyes earlier.
Whispers and murmurs sounded from the aisles. Amelia’s choice to change ‘all demonkind’ to just ‘all’ did not go unnoticed by the attendees. Cardinal Hiroshi blinked three times before opening and closing his mouth. He turned his head, his eyes darting across the room. Serena followed the cardinal's gaze as he stared at the one man Serena couldn’t sense at all.
When did Chesterfield appear?
The neat-looking Intelligence figure looked back, not at the cardinal but at Amelia. Amelia wore an easy smile and then winked at Chesterfield. It was a wink that said, ‘You’re not going to trap me that easily!’
An almost imperceptible sigh escaped Chesterfield’s lips followed by a quick nod towards the cardinal, who swallowed and resumed the vows. It took him a while to return to his confident and dramatic candour, but they were soon done. Amelia had consistently protested, constantly changing ‘all demonkind’ to ‘all’ and even once adding ‘and humans’ to one vow.
Despite the shaky end, the ceremony neared its completion. Serena, along with the other designated witnesses, were called to the front to sign their names in the Holy Register. To her surprise, Chesterfield was one of them.
“Have you been forced, coerced or otherwise manipulated through unnatural means to undertake this ceremony?” he asked Amelia, who shook her head and denied it. “Wonderful…” Chesterfield mumbled before using the provided quill to scratch his name into the book.
Serena had heard rumours that the quill was actually a magical artefact, taken from the wings of one of the titanlords that ruled over the Centralis Basin during The Long Discordancy. It was a nice story, but Serena’s perception told her there wasn’t anything unusual about this particular writing instrument. But then again, her perception struggled to pierce whatever defences Chesterfield had, and he certainly wasn’t ordinary.
Once it was her turn, Serena stepped up. She asked Amelia the same question and received the same answer. Nodding approvingly, Serena bent down to write her name.
Huh.
Athelstan Chesterfield.
It was an unusual name, and strangely familiar. Still, to think this would be where she would discover Chesterfield’s full name. That is, of course, if he had signed his real name. She wouldn’t put it past the crafty Intelligence officer to sign a pseudonym.
“Problem?” Cardinal Hiroshi asked gently.
“No, sorry,” Serena mumbled and quickly wrote down her name. Following her, there were a few more witnesses. Several high-ranking Church members, followed by Greatlord Oshiro and his peers, the greatlords of Asamoto and Asamino. They each ensured Amelia wasn’t under duress before signing their names.
Serena wondered exactly why they needed to clarify that the saint was consenting to the ceremony. Wouldn’t that be something that was naturally assumed? Was there a historical event that led to the establishment of this tradition? She made a mental note to find out after her busy schedule had died down.
The ceremony finished with Cardinal Hiroshi's final speech announcing Amelia’s formal canonisation as Saint Amelia. The cardinal then led Amelia down the red carpet. As Amelia passed by Serena, she twirled elegantly, allowing her robes and hair to flare upwards. The action caused a few to gasp in surprise, not at any breach of etiquette, but because of how eye-catching the movement was. Despite the occasional tumble or unwarranted destruction of venison, Amelia was remarkably dexterous in her actions. Serena thought Amelia could quickly become an Empire-renowned dancer should she choose to be.
Those in the aisles began to filter out, following Amelia and the cardinal to the reception hall. As they walked, Serena found herself next to her father. He looked happy and Serena understood why; not only was House Halen closely associated with a human Speaker, but that very same human had now become a rare living saint. Amelia wasn’t formally a part of House Halen, but the association was more than enough to elevate the House’s prestige.
On one horn, a noble house that did direct business with humans was seen as a sign of losing prestige. Demon nobility were supposed to keep with their kind, and if their economic goals required contracts between their house and a human company, then it would be done through a merchant third-party. A house that directly used their name to establish connections with a human organisation was a sign of a desperate house that had fallen out of favour with their demon peers.
On the other horn, the presence of Amelia meant more and more noble houses wanted to form connections with House Halen. With the upcoming public announcement of Amelia’s canonisation, her father and mother would likely be bombarded with letters and requests. Thankfully, Serena and Amelia would be a thousand klicks away by then, sailing west through the Southern Passage towards Ishaq.
The reception further demonstrated this point. While Serena, her father, and Amelia were in polite conversation with the greatlords of the Three Sisters, Serena could see more than a few demons wanting to approach both the new saint and Serena’s father. If it weren’t for the presence of Greatlord Oshiro, who stayed with them even after the greatlords of Asamoto and Asamino left, they would have been swarmed!
She suspected Greatlord Oshiro was intentionally keeping them at bay. He tactfully called over the highlords one at a time, making small talk while introducing them to Amelia. They would always bow politely and leave with a light-hearted invitation or a quick prayer, but otherwise didn’t push too hard.
Everyone was on their best behaviour and things went smoothly. The minutes ticked by until the bell tower sounded, announcing the time.
“That is our cue,” Serena’s father said as the ringing ended. “We have a dinner to attend. Our carriage will be waiting… Greatlord Oshiro, are you…?”
“No,” the greatlord replied. “I have other obligations.” He leaned in. “The Sabanis Dominance is holding talks to negotiate the Republic’s surrender. I’ll be travelling there as part of the Cascadian Delegation to represent the interests of the East.”
“Ah… so it’s going to end, then?” Serena’s father asked.
“Yes,” Greatlord Oshiro affirmed, nodding. “It’ll end.” He leaned back. “I can’t make time for your dinner, but I believe my wife accepted the invitation.” He turned towards Amelia, saying, “I understand you’ll be attending?”
“Mmm!” Amelia nodded.
“Ashina’s been excited to meet you again. She’s only refrained from formally inviting you to our estate due to how busy you’ve been with the fire and your other obligations. Next time you’re in the East, we’ll be sure to host you properly.”
“I can’t wait!” Amelia replied with a thumbs up. She turned towards Serena. “I’ll go get ready! I can’t have a meal dressed like this!” She gestured towards her fine saint robes, scrunching up her nose. “Feels a bit too much, doesn’t it? I’ll go change and meet you in the carriage!”
With that, Amelia bounced across the room and told one of the church maids it was time for her to change. She disappeared and reappeared a few minutes later in casual clothing. Serena didn’t miss Cardinal Hiroshi’s look of disappointment at the change, but he didn’t say anything other than wishing them well. After a final round of goodbyes, they took their leave and exited the basilica into House Halen’s waiting carriage.
“This will be our last meal together until you return,” her father said when the carriage started to move. “It’s a shame Nina isn’t here, she’s been eager to find time to come home, but her work keeps pulling her away.” He shook his head. “I hope Lani behaves in front of Ashina. Don’t mention the ceremony to her, by the way. Lani would tell half the city before sundown! Also, I hope Grandmother behaves…”
As her father muttered his concerns, Serena sat back, relaxing as the carriage carried them home. She would try to make the most of the dinner. Within a week, they would set sail, and who knew when they would return? They could be gone for a month or even a year! Lani was growing up so fast that Serena felt guilty she wasn’t there to see more of it!
Lani… Grandmother… Mother… Serena thought, glancing at Amelia. And Lia…
Four people with strong personalities. They would all behave in front of the wife of a greatlord, wouldn’t they?
Right?
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Hello everyone! Here's your chapter! Apologies for the delay, trying to work my way out of a writing rutte, along with trying not to get distracted by other things in my life! Hopefully we're back on schedule and soon setting off to see new lands! In hindsight I think despite there not actually being that many academy scenes, this 'arc' has gone on longer than I planned.
Hopefully we'll be returning to the routes of adventure, mystery and discovery soon!
Comments
Edward Ravenbear
One would think that someone with the Empress seal of approval would Rank higher. If it is just an Honorable title and carries little weight then the purpose of it ? I mean the person is usually dead when grant Sainthood. A living Saint should ( imho) carry a lot of weight. There has been no living saint in the real world though Mother Teresa was considered a "living saint" only given Sainthood iirc 10 years after her death. Saints are prayed to intercede with the Almighty for the faithful. I am interested to see how this plays out.
Keene
Thanks for reading! Always a good sign for my worldbuilding when a statue prompts so much thought ^.^
Keene
Thanks! While it's not the main focus of the series, I do want the religion to feel authentic and not janked-in. We'll get some answers about how it all fits in the future, I'm sure!
Keene
Thanks for reading! I don't think it's been mentioned before, but there may be a good opportunity to go back and foreshadow it, but I haven't decided on that yet!
Keene
I think we'll be seeing a lot more action (and adventure) once the team leaves the East. I want to do a lot more ship stuff as well! Mass healing event is coming up!
Keene
Very Amelia-like isn't it? :) Thank you for the concern, I'll do my best to avoid burn-out - I want this series to cross 1m words in the future (at least!) Thanks for reading! <3
Keene
More of a factorio/elden ring guy myself! I do have friends who love Monster Hunter though! The distractions have more been me looking into a masters degree (in creative writing) and obsessively looking at university courses! It's very hard for me to write when I'm excited about something else!
Keene
Thanks for reading! <3
Keene
Thanks for reading!
Keene
Surely they wouldn't be so cruel! 😭
Keene
Yeah we'll be seeing more of them at the end-of-year tournament! Coming very soon!
Keene
She's still a Lord-Prospect, but considering her other titles and known abilities... Amelia can certainly swing much higher! Her title of saint is mostly an honourable title with a few privileges allowing her to access Church resources.
Edward Ravenbear
Where in the whole noble hierarchy does her being a saint put her?
denver boyer
It's going to be an interesting dinner
Garrett Cannon
im glad the arc ended this way i did want to hear more about amelias students she was teaching but maybe u will fill us in once u add them to the ships team.
Ben Lockwood
The most important question is “Will they ask Amelia to carve?”
bladepony games
Thanks for the chapter
Kasper Lynderup Jensen
She is supposedly being punished and usually people don't get punished without reason. But there could be made a question about how reasonable that reason is and if she has changed her ways since.
Kees P2
Thanks for the chapter 🍪
Ano Ano
Wild speculation: "other things in my life" is code for "a new Monster Hunter came out." Just joking. Thanks for the chapter.
Puppy Piranha Forever
Love how Amelia slightly changed her vows . So her!! Looking forward to the dinner, more Amelia high jinx. Ami worries about delaying posting. Take your time so not to burn yourself out.
Lin14
Thanks for the chapter! I’m actually pretty excited to get to some more action at some point! I’m hoping Amelia will demonstrate more in-game strategies in action. Like if she could use any spell combos to absolutely whoop some ass 😆 Also… weren’t we supposed to get another mass healing event??
Malir Blackspear
It is my current thought that reincarnation is a repeated thing for this world, maybe infrequently. Since they only call the character "Christ" as opposed to the Earthside "Jesus Christ", I suspect that a reincarnated terran must have decided to spread the word of their own religion rather than find their own purpose in an unfamiliar world.
Chris Wong
Woo chapter!! Time to reread the last 78 chapters to see if athelstan turned up 😅
Malir Blackspear
It does strike me that if Serena is willing to change her religion once, as I think I remember accurately (?), then she could change it again since the current one is fomenting bigotry.
Malir Blackspear
I was worried that this might have been a shallow, regressive take on a religion to have a Christ figure be so centered in the fiction, but the idea that it has been co-opted by the imperial force speaks to some depth, at the least.
Captain2003Rex
Thanks for the chapter! Love that Amelia kept slipping in little things in her vows to keep from being restricted on who she could help. Can’t wait to see how the dinner goes, that should be good lol. Also, that statue Serena was looking at, where Christ was kneeling and handing his broken horns over to the Empress, who apparently is supposed to be his spiritual successor? I dunno, something seems sus about that… especially with Suijin’s comment about some “horrible demigod”, a female one at that… but then maybe I’m wrong and there’s nothing sketch at all about that situation to worry about 😅
Keene
Thanks for reading! <3
Bast
Thanks for the chapter! :)
