Chapter 240: Chapter 240

Arwin stood silently as Wallace’s gaze burned into his skull. He watched the dwarf with wary eyes, waiting to see how he would react. The outlook didn’t look too favorable. Making a cursed item when he was trying to represent his soul felt like the worst possible result he could have possibly gotten.

Sure, the item didn’t seem to be completely evil, but that was hardly a compelling argument. Arwin’s expression didn’t shift, but energy swirled within his chest. It might have been selfish. It might have been wrong. He didn’t care. If Wallace decided he was a threat, Arwin had no plans of going down peacefully.

He’d fought too hard to get here. He had too much that he had to protect. After everything that he had gone through, even if it meant that he was evil, he refused to let someone cut him down. He refused to abandon his guild. He refused to leave Lillia alone.

Wallace’s hands tightened around the hilt of his hammer. Arwin’s fingers twitched. His armor was only a thought away. He wasn’t sure how much good it would do against someone as powerful as Wallace, but —

The dwarf lowered his hammer. Its head clinked against the stone ground of the Infernal Armory and Wallace released the weapon to cross his arms in front of his chest. It took every scrap of self-control in Arwin’s body to keep from blinking in surprise.

“I… passed?” Arwin asked hesitantly.

“Passed is a strong word,” Wallace rumbled. “You confuse me, Arwin.”

“I’m not so certain that’s a good—”

“It’s not a good thing,” Wallace snapped. “I like to be confused by my wife, not by — whatever you are. Never before have I met your like.”

“I didn’t see?” Lillia snarled, a curl of shadow rolling off her back and rising up like a flame. “I was there, dwarf. I waded through the blood. I held so many limp hands and I watched life fade from far too many eyes. Where were you?”

“Lillia, it’s fine,” Arwin said, putting a hand on Lillia’s shoulder and giving it a small squeeze. He didn’t blame her for her anger in the slightest. He felt some of it himself, but Wallace just had no way to know what they knew. It would have been incredibly concerning if he did. “He had a way to look at my soul. He got a snippet of the truth, but not everything. Imagine what things would look like if someone only knew the numbers and not the story.”

Lilla tore her gaze away from Wallace to look back at Arwin. Her jaw worked and her hands unclenched, but only slightly. “Perhaps, but do you know what people do when they have suspicions? They speak. They don’t threaten. You didn’t discover this five seconds after meeting us. I fed you. We spoke. You and Arwin spoke. Can you not take the measure of a man with your own eyes?”

“This is about more than just me,” Wallace replied evenly. “The reason I have not acted is because of all the ones you just stated. But… you claim to have been there as well? An Innkeeper?”

Lillia watched Wallace silently. The shadows in the room hadn’t relented, but they’d stopped growing. The dwarf’s eyes suddenly widened in realization.

“The war,” Wallace muttered. “That is what you speak of. Where else could so many die? But… you are a smith. A smith could not kill so many with their own hands.”

“I was not always a smith,” Arwin said. “And Lillia was not always an Innkeeper. You are correct. There was a time when we were both unwilling participants in the war that still ravages the kingdom.”

“How? The number of deaths that weigh on your shoulders are far too great for you to just be conscripted warriors. You should be far greater than Apprentice as well. Grandmaster — no. More. Archon? There are precious few in the kingdom at such a level of strength.”

“I never said I was conscripted,” Arwin said. “I never knew what I was doing. I may as well have been born into the war at the behest of those with ulterior motives. If you want to hear the story, then we will share it. I think it’s only fair.”

“Born into the war…” Wallace’s brow furrowed and his gaze drifted to the side. He was silent for several seconds. Then his eyes snapped back to Arwin and went wide as dinner plates as he drew in a surprised breath. “Earth Father. The child soldier — the Hero?”

The wind vanished from Arwin’s sails and his next sentence died on his lips. Lillia wasn’t caught nearly as off guard.

“You knew?” Lillia exclaimed. “You were aware a child was waging a war for the kingdom and you did nothing to stop it?”

“I — I was not in a position in which I could act,” Wallace stammered, off guard for the first time since Arwin had met him. “When I learned about the Hero’s past, he was already in his twenties. There was nothing that could be done. It was a vile thing, but I have seen drawings of the Hero. Even if he were not dead, you do not look like…”

Wallace trailed off. He squinted at Arwin’s face. He turned to look at Lillia. Then he turned back to Arwin.

I think the gig might be up.

“Yes. It’s him. No, he didn’t die,” Lillia said, then added, “and yes, you did just threaten to kill the Hero.”

“Former hero,” Arwin corrected.

“I can’t believe it,” Wallace said. His mouth worked for a moment in search of words before he finally managed to gather them. “And you — you’re no mere demon. Yer’ the damn queen.”

“I’m… wait.” It was Lillia’s turn to blink. “You knew I was a demon?”

“Figured it out pretty quickly when I saw you had a functional tail,” Wallace muttered, only half hearing her question. He ran his hands through his hair and took a step back before pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t understand. This can’t be true. It makes no sense. You’re both dead… and yet, my magic does not lie. The Mithril does not lie. It fits. Nothing else could.”

Arwin opened his mouth, but Lillia raised her hand to put a finger to his lips and shook her head slightly. She sent a pointed look at Wallace and arched an eyebrow.

“You want the story? Apologize.”

“Tell me what happened first,” Wallace said stubbornly, his features pallid with shock. Arwin was surprised to find that he wasn’t looking at Lillia with anywhere near the amount of suspicion that a normal adventurer would have regarded the Demon Queen with.

The dwarf was stunned and surprised beyond belief, but he wasn’t looking at Lillia any differently than he looked at Arwin — and as much as Arwin liked people treating Lillia well, that didn’t make any sense at all.

“Hold on,” Arwin said. “You first. Why aren’t you worried about Lillia? Don’t get me wrong — she isn’t evil — but you accepted that way too easily. Why?”