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Chapter 168: Mine's Still Better
🕑 Added 2022-09-24 05:00:02 +0000 UTCWhy did it slip her mind that early in the ‘game’, Alessa could possibly get something from the love interests to help her along her way? Wasn’t this common in games?
Link goes into the cave and the old man tells him ‘it’s dangerous to go alone. Take this.’ Then he hands him a sword. That charm is the sword. Tori drew a little 8-bit sword in the margins of her notebook as she tried to rationalize what was happening.
She supposed it made sense. If Alessa was going to be the heroine, she needed resources, especially if she was up against Victoria de Guevera, who had a formidable background and wealth. Tori had always expected the resources would come from love interests to help Alessa advance. Except that Victoria had no idea what she was doing, which made the game significantly easier for Alessa, didn’t it?
Of course, one of the caveats to Montan’s charm was that it was based on ‘existing favor’, if Tori read the characters and format correctly. It only worked if the listener liked Alessa to begin with. Alessa had favorable first impressions with the love interests and maybe a few classmates, but Tori was already weary of her before they even met.
Ilyana and the others had terrible impressions of Alessa. Sonia would fight Alessa if given the chance. It wouldn’t work on them.
She didn’t know why it didn’t work on Constantine, but then again, would Constantine be susceptible to such a charm?
An additional thought was that nowhere on the charm did it say that the favor could not change. If Tori’s observations were correct, then if Alessa didn’t talk to someone often enough, their favor and her influence with them would decrease. And since it was based on existing favor, there was a chance that if Alessa was seen in an unfavorable light, her influence would drop more so.
This seemed to be the case with Gideon and Fabian. Montan didn’t have much contact with her now-a-days, either, and Dimitri was locked up in a room somewhere in his familial house in a town a day outside of Horizon. Of the love interests in Lycée, Dimitri was a more fanatical follower of Alessa.
He’d almost fought with Gideon, and up until Ilyana punched him in the palace, he had been defending Alessa. Now that he was suspended and forcibly kept away, Tori wondered how this was affecting him. She couldn’t help but think of the addiction factor. Unlike the others, who were slowly being pulled away from Alessa’s sphere of influence, Dimitri was ripped away.
‘Cold turkey’ as they said in her original world. Most people didn’t react very well to such a thing.
Tori leaned back against her seat and ran a hand down her face. At least now she knew about the charm. Kasen was right; learning Old Sulfae for charms was extremely useful.
Tori looked up at the ceiling of the classroom. “I need to negate it....” Except she couldn’t do a countercharm without knowing what exactly was written on the original charm. She only had a rough guess considering the characters she saw, what Montan told her, and the observed effects on love interests around Alessa.
The wrong characters could mess up the charm and render it useless. Tori could try to physically destroy it, but that meant she’d have to find the charm and Alessa likely wouldn’t let Tori pat her down. That would be awkward.
There wasn’t even a guarantee that Alessa kept it on her person every day.
Tori narrowed her eyes. Perhaps she could get Montan to replicate the charm. Then, she could make a charm to negate it, casually slap it on Alessa, and stop her from using the influence charm.
Of course, there was also a chance that Alessa could go back to Montan and ask for a replacement if she found out the charm wasn’t working. Tori tapped her fingers on her desk. She could make another charm so that the influence charm wasn’t physically destroyed, just not working. She didn’t know how sensitive Alessa was to energies, so it would be a good idea to keep the influence charm with some energy.
Tori scowled. This was getting increasingly complicated.
Part of her also wanted to smack Montan, but she doubted he gave the charm to Alessa with the malicious intent to make her own life difficult. Tori didn’t want to go to Axton to try to pressure Montan considering the fragility of their relationship, if it could even be called that. Montan wasn’t Gideon.
“Lunch is here!” Ilyana’s voice came from behind her, and Tori looked over her shoulder as Ilyana reached her seat next to her and put a paper wrapped package in front of Tori. She looked at Tori’s serious expression as she sat down. “Are you still thinking about the charm?”
“It haunts my mind.”
“You should talk to Alvere about it,” Ilyana told her as she unwrapped her own lunch. “He’s the one who made it.”
“I’m trying to think of a way to approach him about it.” Tori sat up and opened her lunch. “It’s not as if I can tell Hart to stop using it. She doesn’t trust me. Remember how she thought I was going to poach merchants with whom she was working?”
Ilyana snorted with indifference. “Why would you need to? You have a lot of contacts already.”
“Henrik has a lot of contacts. We’re just riding on his coattails,” Tori said before biting into her sandwich. The bread was still nice and toasted. She nodded in approval. She swore that lunch was the best meal from the Lycée commons. “I don’t give Henrik enough credit for what he can do at his age.”
“I’d bet money that in four or five years, he could be the guild master,” Ilyana replied. “A lot of people have their eyes on him.”
“Do you think he’ll get a girlfriend before Albert?”
“I think he’s capable of doing so, but you know how he is.”
“Focused on business.”
“It’s for the best.” Ilyana squinted and looked out across their homeroom class. “I think Albert would cry.”
He didn’t have much luck at Gideon’s birthday celebration, which was the social event for their peers of the season. Tori had been paying attention to Fiona the entire time, but Ilyana and Sonia filled her in.
Considering family background, Albert should’ve been the most popular of their little circle, especially considering Constantine went to the seminary. Albert’s family, the Martins, were an old aristocratic family based in Horizon. Everyone knew who the Martins were. However, the one who got the most attention was Henrik. Not that he paid attention.
The commotion surrounding his sister had thrust him into the spotlight and showed everyone how competent he really was. Business matters, legal issues, spinning opinions with the help of JP, and all but taking over his family’s leadership was more than impressive for a sixteen-year-old.
Not that he wanted to. Henrik was just thrown into the position.
Compared to Henrik, Albert was still very much a student who wasn’t doing much. He was an intern at the imperial palace over the summer, but he wasn’t working during the school year. Sonia had told her that Albert’s approach to talking to young ladies was lacking conviction and made him seem unreliable.
“Competent focused people with confidence are attractive,” Tori said with another bite of sandwich. “We should give him a pep talk.”
“You’re good at those.”
“Countess Guevera?” A hesitant voice spoke up behind Tori and she turned her head towards the aisle, with half a sandwich in her mouth. Tori’s eyes narrowed as she saw Alessa approaching her with a hopeful expression.
Tori pulled the sandwich from her mouth. “Speak of the devil....” she muttered under her breath. “Baroness Hart.” She gave the other young woman a small nod of her head.
“Do you have some time to talk after classes today?” Alessa asked in a measured voice.
Tori saw Ilyana tense up beside her and held out her arm to calm her. “May I ask what it is about, Baroness?”
“I would like to ask some questions on expanding business. Prince Gideon suggested that I should ask you,” Alessa told her.
Prince Gideon needs to shut the fuck up and leave me alone.
Beside her, Ilyana sucked in a sharp breath. “Why did he tell you to ask Tori?”
“The Countess has numerous successful businesses-”
“So do plenty of other people,” Ilyana said with a frown. “Why don’t you ask that perve-”
“Ilyana.” Tori gave her a firm look and Ilyana puffed out her cheeks. She viciously bit into her sandwich, but didn’t continue. Tori blinked and she tilted her head to the side as she turned back to Alessa. “Baroness Hart, I recently heard that you are now the new owner of Golden Cow Mercantile. This would make us business rivals. Do you think it is appropriate to discuss?”
As Alessa looked at a loss, Gideon returned to his seat with Fabian following him. Fabian stopped beside Alessa and looked at her face. His lips pulled down in a slight frown.
“What’s wrong?”
“I am asking Countess Guevera for assistance with expanding the store, but she is hesitant.”
“Of course, she’s hesitant!” Ilyana narrowed her eyes and sat up straight before Fabian could reply. “The Golden Cow and Lions Gate have been rivals since the beginning!”
“Why would you trust a rival to give you business advice?” Tori asked with an incredulous look.
“Guevera, you wouldn’t purposely give her bad advice,” Gideon said in a matter-of-fact voice. “You are aware of Alessa’s dire circumstances and must know that ownership of Golden Cow Mercantile can improve those circumstances. I also know that you are an honorable fellow. You are, after all, my brother’s friend.”
Both Tori and Ilyana stared at the second prince as if they were listening to either someone very naive or very stupid. Ilyana seemed to bristle and want to speak, but Tori held her back.
She took a deep breath. “Do you want my honest opinion, then?”
Gideon glanced at Alessa, who looked at Tori and nodded. “Yes.”
Tori lifted her chin. “Don’t concern yourself with business growth at the moment.”
“What?” Gideon snapped his head towards her, as if stunned she’d say such a thing. Ilyana looked satisfied with Tori’s answer in comparison. “Guevera-”
“Hear me out,” Tori said, lifting her hand. “Baroness Hart has no prior business experience of something of this magnitude. In addition, if she’s asking me, it means she lacks guidance from others and has no one else to ask. Rather than try to expand her business and go for revenue enhancement, she should focus on first understanding how Golden Cow Mercantile runs and establishing her position as the owner. She will need to assess where the store is now, retain experienced employees, get their respect, and trust, and familiarize herself with the store’s processes, including purchasing, legal work, and accounts.
“She can’t learn all of that in a few days. It will take at least a few months for her to stabilize herself in the store. Only after it is running reasonably smoothly does she have enough information to plan her next steps, whether they be expansion or reorganization of the existing business. It isn’t too late to wait a few months. Business expansion requires money, and she shouldn’t spend it before she knows the ins and outs of how it is currently being earned and spent. Does this make sense?”
She looked at them with critical eyes. Gideon and Fabian both seemed to think for a moment before nodding. Alessa nodded, but fidgeted with her fingers.
“How long do you think it would take to learn all of that?” she asked with some hesitation.
“It depends on the person and the amount they need to learn. If they are starting with no experience, it will take longer,” Tori told her. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Are you planning to use the Golden Cow Mercantile to support your barony?” She didn’t know if it would be sustainable, if even possible.
Alessa looked away. “I hope to use it as a starting point to assist my barony, such as move production to Chetterswickshire.”
“Did you do a cost analysis on moving production?” Ilyana asked in a cool voice.
Alessa looked taken aback and shook her head. “I haven’t done anything yet.”
“Okay, don’t think about the small details for now. It’s fine to have a goal in mind, but at the moment, you should focus on learning about the business you just acquired. Did any of the management stay? If so, you can ask them for guidance,” Tori said.
“Yes, Adrien asked the senior manager to stay and assist me before he left,” Alessa told her.
Tori bit her tongue. She had many questions about Adrien, but none were appropriate to ask. “Then, you should go to the senior manager for assistance.” Alessa still looked hesitant, and Tori grit her teeth. “We can discuss further at the end of summer. I estimate it will take you that long to fully understand the business and have a little experience. It will also give you time to consider in what ways you’d like to expand and who you want the beneficiaries to be.”
With a set timeline, Alessa’s face lit up. “All right! Thank you, Countess!”
Tori gave him a small nod of her head. Alessa returned to her seat with Fabian behind her. Ilyana leaned closer to Tori.
“Why did you agree?” she said in a quiet, displeased voice.
“Do you remember what I told you about the illusion of choice?” Tori asked. It was something she often did in her original world. She would present a pre-screened and approved list of choices to a group and have them pick amongst those choices. This would guarantee that whatever they picked could be used without a problem. The group would feel that they came to a decision, and it would save Tori the trouble of unusable suggestions.
In this case, she was steering Alessa towards a ‘choice’ Tori could manage to avoid Alessa throwing something more troublesome at her.
Ilyana wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think you need to.”
Tori smiled and rested her head on Ilyana’s shoulder. “I read in an obscure book to keep my enemies close.”
Ilyana let out a heavy, disappointed sigh. “Just don’t tire yourself out.”
“How can you be tired already? We have three more bags.” Tori sighed as she stood outside the gates of Lycée with three large canvas sacks of pinecones that were dropped off by Mr. Mercer, Axton’s chief estate steward, who had their people comb the hills around Sun Garden to collect pinecones for the Sword Association.
“I don’t remember there being these many pinecones last year.” Fabian, who was required to volunteer with the Sword Association, had been selected by Tori for manual labor. He frowned as he looked at the sacks that reached Tori’s chest height. He’d already carried back five sacks by himself.
“We added the advanced challenge this year, which has double the people and double the number of pinecones. Of course, we need more pinecones this year,” Tori told him with an annoyed glare. “You would know this if you went to the Spring Festival planning meeting.”
“Captain Kowalski said it wasn’t mandatory.”
“Captain Kowalski wasn’t running the meeting!” The corner of Tori’s eye twitched. “You have three more bags, and the gates open soon. We need to get them to the exhibition area. Where are Esteban and Gabe? They were supposed to help.”
“The tent for the Tabletop Gaming Club needs to be set up and they’re part of the club,” Fabian told her.
Tori inhaled a deep breath.
“Auntie Tori, I can help!” A small body rammed into one of the sacks and short arms wrapped around it. Their hands didn’t meet, but that didn’t stop Fiona from trying to lift the sack.
Tori drew in her lips. She’s so cute, I’m going to die. “Baby, what are you doing? The sack is bigger than you.”
“I’m a Guevera now. I’m strong!” She gritted her teeth and squeezed the sack. Her little face turned red. Robert, who was being pushed by Marco, shook his head.
“How about Daddy lifts it for you?” Kasen said as he rushed over to gently pry her away.
“And Uncle Sebby gets the other one.”
“Auntie Idunn can pick up the third.” Tori turned around and her face lit up.
“What are you all doing here?” Tori beamed as she saw her brothers and soon-to-be sister-in-law. She held out her arms to hug them.
“Pinecone challenge,” Sebastian said with a lopsided grin as he wrapped his arms around her and gave her an affectionate squeeze. “I heard my mediocre pupil scored full points last year. I’m certain I can do better.”
Tori raised a brow. “Mediocre, huh? Does he know?”
“He should.”
Idunn chuckled as Tori turned to hug her. “We are here to pick up Fiona and Robert, as well as pick up our wedding attire from Armando.”
“He’s also doing my dance costume. If it’s ready, can you get it, too?” Tori asked. Idunn nodded.
“Of course.” Idunn looked over the top of her head. “Can we enter now?”
“I’ll talk to the guard,” Tori said as she rushed to one of the guards by the side of the gate. The gates were only partially open, as students were going in and out to pick up things for their Spring Festival booths and exhibitions. After a few sentences, the guard nodded. “Thanks!” She rushed back to her family. “We can go. Everyone stick close to me. Von Dorn, pick up the third sack.”
Fabian nodded and turned towards the remaining sacks of pinecones. Kasen and Sebastian easily lifted them onto their shoulders. Idunn went to push Robert so that the twins could look around and Tori picked up Fiona.
She led them through the gate and towards the far-left side, where an open space had been set aside for the Sword Association's exhibition and the Tabletop Gaming Club’s gaming tables.
The children looked around curiously as students were still finishing the final set up for the first day of Lycée’s Spring Festival.
“Auntie, can we look around?” Robert asked behind her.
“When it officially opens,” Tori said. “Everyone is still setting up, so give them some time. I can have Ilyana take you around.”
“I want to try the pinecone challenge,” Mateo said. “I bet I can beat the Emperor’s score!”
Tori snorted a bit. “Anyone can....” Her brothers snickered behind her.
They reached the exhibition area and Tori showed them where to put the bags. The children wandered off with Idunn to look at what was set up next door, at the Tabletop Gaming Club. The children were familiar with several students there, including Ilyana and Albert.
“Where’s the pinecone challenge?” Sebastian asked as he looked around.
“We have two levels this year,” Tori explained as she brought her brothers to where the two separate areas were. “The normal challenge is the one we had in previous years. Last year, Axton complained that it was too easy, so this year, we have the advanced one. Instead of being tossed fifty pinecones, ten at a time from five stationary positions, in 180 degrees, it is now a full 360 circle, with ten students throwing ten pinecones at their discretion.”
Both her brothers looked at her with raised brows. “Then, we’ll essentially be attacked from all sides almost at once?” Kasen asked.
Tori nodded.
The brothers looked at each other and Sebastian grinned. “That sounds fun.”
“You think you can get all of them?” Kasen asked with a bit of a challenging look.
Sebastian lifted his chin. “Do you know who I am?”
“An idiot.”
Tori squeezed between her brothers before Sebastian could reply. “It’s still being set up, but I’d like to wait until there is more of a crowd for you both to try. This way, it will attract more attention. Also, as my brothers, you’re disqualified from the prize.”
“Your eldest brother doesn’t need a prize,” Sebastian said as he put his large hand on top of her head. “You can brag freely that your brother got a perfect score.”
“You have yet to get a perfect score,” Kasen said in an unimpressed voice.
Sebastian sneered at him. “I recall that you did not get a perfect score with the regular challenge.”
“I don’t claim to be one of the best swordsmen in Soleil, either.”
Tori let out a heavy sigh and encouraged them to go look at the Tabletop Gaming Club’s tent next door. She went to assist with the final details of the game and checked the schedule of who was assigned where.
The gates of Lycée were formally opened and guests began to enter. Roughly an hour passed before the familiar figures of Piers and Axton arrived.
“Show me the advanced challenge!” Axton said with a wide smile. Piers gave a single nod in agreement.
“Well, well, well...who do we have here?” Sebastian spoke up behind them and Tori watched Axton’s eyes widen. Piers turned around and paused for a moment before bowing his head once.
“Master. Senior Kasen.”
“Lord Sebastian. Senior Kasen.”
“Guevera.” Gideon seemed to pop up behind his brother. “My brother wants to do the challenge. I heard there is an advanced one this year. My brother will certainly get a perfect score.” He puffed out his chest, as if he were the one who would be getting the perfect score.
All three Guevera siblings looked at him, silently judging.
The corner of Tori’s lip twitched. “Shall we make a wager?” Several pairs of eyes looked at her and Gideon narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
“What kind of wager?”
“Let’s see whose brother gets the higher score. Winner gets...five gold? If there is a tie, no one wins the ten gold,” Tori told him.
Gideon scoffed. “I don’t need your ten gold, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take it.” He dug into his pocket and took out a money pouch. He held it out. “Five gold on my brother.”
Piers looked at the velvet money pouch. “Are you sure there are five gold in there?”
“Yes!”
“Then...I’d also like to wager.” A hesitant voice came from the side where the gaming tables were. Montan dug into his pocket. “I also have five gold.”
Tori raised a brow and wondered where he got the money. Still, she didn’t ask questions. “On the first prince or on Lord Sebastian?”
“On Duke Alvere.”
Axton’s eyes widened and he drew his head back. He looked at Montan with uncertainty.
“You’re going to lose. You know that, right?” Tori’s words seemed to deflate Axton immediately and he looked at her with some betrayal.
Montan glanced at Axton and then held out his own money pouch. “The Duke is a knight. His skills are far above average.”
“My brother isn't average.” Tori and Gideon snapped their heads to glare at each other as they spoke simultaneously.
“Don’t lose your money,” Axton said, putting his hand on Montan’s money pouch and pushing it down. “Piers and Lord Sebastian are two of the best swordsmen in the empire. Even I can’t beat them.”
Montan flushed and lowered his head. He nodded obediently and Tori turned back to Gideon.
“All right. Winner takes all, Your Highness. I thank you in advance for the pocket money.” She smirked and Gideon sneered.
“We shall see.”
“Captain!” Tori shouted over her shoulder. She turned around and waved down Captain Kowalski. He jogged over and stumbled to a stop when he saw who she was standing with.
“Your Highness, Your Grace, my lords.” He bowed at once and Tori motioned her hand towards her brother.
“My eldest brother and the first prince wish to complete in the advanced challenge,” Tori told him. “Gather everyone.”
The Captain nodded and rushed to clear the area and have the students get into position. Each student had a basket of ten pinecones that was strapped around their shoulders, so they could move around the ring and throw from any location outside of it. Each basket’s pinecones had a different color or pattern painted on them to make them stand out.
Students came to give both men a helmet, gambeson, and gloves. Then they were led to pick out a waster to use.
Word of the competition seemed to spread, and a sizable crowd gathered.
Idunn carried Fiona closer to watch as the boys crowded around her. “Auntie, who do you think will win?” Fiona asked.
“Your Uncle Sebby will win,” Idunn told her confidently.
“I heard the first prince got a perfect score last year,” Marco said.
“Yes, but Cousin Sebastian didn’t try last year,” Mateo replied.
“First up! His Highness Prince Piers!” Tori called from the center of the ring. Piers was standing behind her and she quickly shuffled out. Once she stepped out of the ring, she waved her hand, and the Vice Captain blew a whistle.
Pinecones the size of her first whizzed towards Piers. In the normal challenge, they were gently tossed, aimed at the area between the neck and above the knees. In the advanced challenge, Tori had the throwers practice for weeks to throw hard and fast, and aim for anywhere on the challenger’s body.
The practice paid off. None of the throwers ran into each other and they were very selective on where they threw.
Not that they stood a chance against Piers.
Tori drew her lips inward and watched as Piers blocked or parried every single pinecone that came his way, no matter where it was coming from. He moved fluidly around the center of the circle.
“Auntie, it’s like he’s dancing!” Fiona clapped her hands.
“His movements are smooth. His stance is always well grounded, and his head does not bounce,” Idunn told her. “His Highness does indeed live up to his reputation.”
Hearing this, Gideon gave Tori a smug look. Tori kept a calm look on her face as the Vice Captain shouted the total.
“Score!” He seemed at a loss for words. “100!”
The crowd erupted with applause and yelling as Gideon threw his arms in the air and smirked so much, Tori almost wanted to slap him.
Piers trotted out of the ring, taking off his helmet and peeling off his gloves once he handed his waster to one of the students.
He looked at Tori and seemed to wait for her reaction. “100.”
Tori nodded, but kept her eyes on the ring as students rushed in to pick up the fallen pinecones while the ten in each basket were replaced with fresh painted ones. “You certainly made a mess of those pinecones. Axton’s people were gathering them for a week.”
“I got them all.”
She looked towards him and patted his shoulder. “You sure did, Piers.” She paused and smiled. “But so will my brother.”
He tensed a bit and Tori looked back towards the ring. Sebastian walked out calmly and stood in the center, holding his waster with both hands relaxed at his side.
Idunn shouted his name and Fiona screamed for him to win. Their little family representatives cheered for them. Tori stepped forward. “Next challenger! Lord Sebastian de Guevera!”
“Fiona, Robert, you watch your Uncle Sebastian,” Kasen said as he stood behind Robert’s wheelchair. “You’ll see why he is called ‘the monster’.”
The two children nodded; their eyes fixed on the eldest of the Guevera siblings. The whistle blew and the fervor of the students throwing was not lost this second round. Pinecones were flying and the crowd was almost silent.
All they could hear were the soft hits of the waster against a pinecone as Sebastian moved, hardly taking a step out of his original spot to hit whatever was thrown at him.
The same things Idunn described about Piers’ swordmanship could be said about Sebastian; good, balanced footing, smooth arm extensions, fluid steps that didn’t allow him to bounce. Only the bare minimum amount of energy seemed to be exerted. Sebastian could do this for days.
The flurry of pinecones ended, and Sebastian casually slung his waster over his shoulder as he waited for the final count.
“Lord Sebastian de Guevera...100!”
The crowd exploded once more and Tori nodded, clapping her hands with satisfaction.
“As expected,” Kasen said as Sebastian handed his helmet off to a student and reached them.
“I’d say this was a moderate level at best,” Sebastian said in a cool voice as Idunn took a handkerchief and dabbed at his forehead. He had a bit of a sheen. “Tori, next time do two hundred.”
Tori snorted. “There are only so many pinecones in the world.”
“Master.” Piers approached them. “You haven’t lost your skill.”
“You’ve gotten sloppy,” Sebastian said in a firm voice. “What was with that mess you left? Practice your precision.”
Piers lowered his head and nodded once. “Yes, Master.”
Gideon made his way over and looked a bit annoyed. “Looks like no one wins, Guevera. Your brother and mine both hit 100 pinecones.”
“Hmmm...yes,” Tori said with a nod. She was trying hard not to cackle. “But look at where my brother’s pinecones landed.” She motioned one hand behind her, and Gideon looked back into the ring.
She heard him suck in a sharp breath.
Piers had hit all the pinecones, but they landed everywhere. Sebastian hit all the pinecones and they somehow ended up in little piles around the edges of the ring, grouped in accordance with color and pattern. The students who approached to gather the hit pinecones were chattering, impressed.
“How did he do that?”
“I’m surprised he could see their patterns when they were flying at him.”
“Lady Tori’s brother is known as the monster. I guess this is why.”
Tori’s eyes crinkled as she smiled smugly at Gideon. “Same score...but mine’s still better.”
Gideon turned to stare at her dumbfounded.
Piers plucked the velvet money pouch from Gideon’s hand and weighed it in his. He nodded, seemingly satisfied that the amount was correct, and put the money pouch in Tori’s hand.
“Piers....” Gideon looked at his brother, wounded.
“Master is still the superior swordsman,” Piers told him.
Tori snickered. She also weighed the money pouch in her hand and then lifted it up and shook it in front of Gideon. “Once more, Your Highness: thank you for the money.”
“This doesn’t count,” Gideon scowled. “How did you know he’d do that with the pinecones?”
“I didn’t,” Tori said with a shrug as she split the newly won gold coins with the children. “But I always bet on Guevera.”
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Author's Note:
I tried not to leave with a cliffhanger this time and it actually happened. I'm off on my 2 week vacation to rest and recharge. Regularly scheduled updates will resume Monday, 10/10/20. I hope you all have a good rest and I'll see you all in 2 weeks!
