Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 211: The Redania Empire (11) Arrived At The Capital

Chapter 211: The Redania Empire (11) Arrived At The Capital

The journey to the capital of the Redania Empire stretched across vast landscapes, a trek filled with challenges and strategic decisions. Aware of the Duke’s potential tactics to track him city by city, Lyan opted for a bold move. Rather than following the well-trodden path, he led his companions through the untamed wilderness, bypassing cities and steering directly toward the heart of the Redania Empire.

To further confound any pursuers, Lyan devised a clever ruse. In the initial city, he left behind an ingenious decoy—an illusion spell cast upon his skeletal companions, enhanced with polymorph magic. They mimicked Lyan and his group’s appearance, becoming unwitting actors in a charade that led the Duke’s men on a wild chase from city to city. Unbeknownst to the pursuers, they danced unwittingly to Lyan’s strategic orchestration.

Navigating through the harsh winter terrain filled with menacing ice mana beasts, Lyan relied on a combination of his mapping knowledge and the information gleaned from Aisha. Each step was calculated, every path chosen with precision. Even when opting for slightly riskier routes to expedite their journey, the seamless cooperation between Lyan’s skeletons and the winter wolves ensured that obstacles were swiftly overcome.

The ferocious speed of the winter wolves, complemented by the black horse Shadow’s agility, enabled them to cover vast distances. In just five days of relentless traveling, they breached the outskirts of the capital.

"Wow... So this is the capital of the Redania Empire..." Lyan murmured in awe, his gaze fixed upon the sprawling cityscape that unfolded before him. Towers touched the sky, and the city sprawled with an air of grandeur.

The city’s colossal gates loomed ahead, a majestic entrance that seemed to welcome both travelers and intrigue. Lyan, aware of the potential scrutiny they might face, swiftly acted to conceal the otherworldly nature of his companions. With a subtle wave of his hand, a cascade of magic enveloped the winter wolves. Their massive forms diminished, transforming into ordinary-looking dogs with thick fur.

Similarly, the skeletal guardians donned cloaks, their bony features hidden beneath the illusion of human guise. The once eerie entourage now resembled a group of ordinary travelers, the skeletal sentinels appearing as nondescript men with cloaked figures ambling alongside. Lyan, with his black cloak concealing his identity, led the group through

the gates, seamlessly merging with the bustling crowd.

The capital unfurled before them like a vast tapestry of life and ambition. Towering structures adorned with intricate designs soared into the heavens, and the labyrinthine streets below buzzed with the energy of a thriving metropolis. Merchants peddled their wares, children played in the alleys, and the aroma of various cuisines wafted through the air. It was a city that breathed with a pulse of its own.

The group advanced cautiously, Lyan keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings. The capital’s intricacies unfolded as they navigated its labyrinthine streets. Noble carriages adorned with vibrant crests passed by, accompanied by well-dressed attendants. The sheer diversity of people, from commoners to nobles, filled the streets with a vibrant mosaic of cultures and backgrounds.

The capital’s political machinations were evident even in its architecture. Grand structures, adorned with the emblems of powerful noble houses, testified to the ongoing power struggles within the empire. Lyan, with his acute observation skills, discerned the undercurrents of tension beneath the veneer of normalcy.

As they traversed the city, the group encountered various districts, each with its distinct ambiance. Markets bustled with activity, the clamor of bartering and the vibrant displays of goods captivating the senses. Artisans crafted intricate wares, and performers entertained the masses with colorful displays.

The nobles’ quarter stood in stark contrast—a realm of opulence marked by grand mansions and manicured gardens. Guards in ornate armor patrolled the area, ensuring that only those of esteemed stature gained access. Lyan observed the pomp and grandiosity, a stark reminder of the social hierarchy ingrained in the empire.

A sudden commotion echoed through the streets, drawing the attention of both locals and newcomers. A herald announced the arrival of a noble procession, and the crowd instinctively parted to make way for the approaching dignitaries.

Lyan, veiled in his nondescript guise, observed the spectacle with a curious detachment. The noble entourage, bedecked in regal attire, paraded through the thoroughfare. The apparent splendor, however, seemed to conceal an air of arrogance and disdain, a subtle reminder of the inherent inequalities woven into the fabric of the empire.

As the procession passed, Lyan’s gaze shifted to the reactions of the common folk. Some bowed respectfully, while others shot disdainful glances. The societal divisions within the empire were laid bare—a tapestry of power, privilege, and discontent.

The group continued their journey, making their way to the heart of the capital. The closer they approached the imperial palace, the more palpable the influence of the empire’s political machinations became. Intricate networks of spies, informants, and secret societies operated in the shadows, each vying for a morsel of influence within the empire’s complex hierarchy.

Lyan, still marveling at the grandeur of the capital, felt the weight of its complexity settling upon him. His senses, attuned to the nuances of his surroundings, detected the subtle movements of power and ambition. It became evident that this city, while a marvel to behold, was also a stage for a perilous dance of political intrigue.

Their path took them to the central plaza, where the imperial palace loomed like a colossus. Guards in resplendent armor stood sentinel at the gates, and the air bore a solemnity that hinted at the gravity of the empire’s affairs. Lyan couldn’t help but wonder about the Astellian crown prince’s perspective on this intricate dance, whether he was a pawn or a player in the unfolding drama.

Upon entering the bustling capital, Lyan decided to delegate the task of finding lodging to Wilhelmina and Solia. He believed that their keen intellect and social prowess could extract the most pertinent information. The group stood at a bustling intersection, where various alleys diverged into different parts of the city.

Lyan, turning to Wilhelmina and Solia, said, "I trust your judgment in finding us a suitable place to stay. Make sure it’s secure and inconspicuous." Of course, it’s not just a whim. One of the greatest reason is because he sensed their eager eyes following him ever since they entered the capital.

Wilhelmina grinned, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Leave it to us, Lyan. We’ll find a place that’s both comfortable and within our means."

Solia, her eyes gleaming with excitement, added, "Yes, we’ll make sure to gather some useful information about the city as well. A good inn is more than just a place to sleep, after all."

The two women set off with confidence, navigating the crowded streets with an air of purpose. They approached a local market where vendors sold an array of goods, and the lively atmosphere provided the perfect cover for their discreet inquiries.

Wilhelmina, with her persuasive charm, approached a fruit vendor. "Excuse me, kind sir. We’re new to the capital and heard there are many inns around. Could you recommend a good one with reasonable prices?"

The vendor, a portly man with a bushy mustache, grinned and began listing a few inns. Wilhelmina, feigning a lack of interest, subtly steered the conversation towards the local rumors and events. The vendor, unsuspecting, shared tales of the upcoming grand martial tournament—a spectacle where warriors from across the empire would compete for glory and rewards.

Solia, pretending to be fascinated by the fruit on display, joined in, "Oh, a grand martial tournament, you say? That sounds thrilling. Do you know if there are any inns close to the tournament grounds? We’d love to be part of the excitement."

Getting approached by two beautiful women in such an endearing and fun way made the vendor lower his guard. The vendor, now eager to share information, pointed them toward a district known for its proximity to the tournament venue and affordable inns. Satisfied with the information, Wilhelmina and Solia continued their stroll, weaving through the vibrant streets.

As they ventured deeper into the city, the two women engaged in more conversations, gathering tidbits about the social dynamics, local customs, and hidden gems within the capital. With each interaction, their clever inquiries and charismatic approach unveiled layers of the city’s complexity.

Finally, after a strategic exploration, Wilhelmina and Solia returned to Lyan with a triumphant gleam in their eyes. Wilhelmina, with a subtle nod towards Solia, announced, "Lyan, we’ve found the perfect place. It’s a quaint inn, reasonably priced, and strategically located. It seems to be a favorite among locals and travelers alike."

Lyan, acknowledging their success, replied, "Well done, both of you. Let’s head there and settle in." As he threw the stick from the sausage stick he just ate.

Wilhelmina and Solia saw the rest of the girls including Tesha, and they are holding various kinds of foods that seems to be bought from the surrounding stalls. Knowing that they seem to have fun wandering the stalls together with Lyan create an unconcious pout on their face.

"Hahaha. Let’s go and look at the rest of the stalls and shops along the way to the inn," Lyan uttered with a chuckle.

The group made their way to the recommended inn while stopping at stalls, vendors, and shops along the way. A charming establishment tucked away in a quiet corner. As they entered, the atmosphere shifted from the bustling streets to a cozy interior adorned with warm lighting and welcoming decor.

Once inside their respective rooms, Lyan handled the payment for their stay at the lobby. The one that seems to be the innkeeper, a stout woman with a friendly demeanor, informed them of the cost—a surprising two small silver coins per day. Lyan, though taken aback by the unexpected expense, paid without hesitation, understanding the premium of lodging within the heart of the empire.

As the group settled into their rooms, a sudden announcement echoed through the inn. A town crier, stationed just outside, proclaimed in a booming voice, "Hear ye, hear ye! The grand martial tournament of the Redania Empire is upon us! Warriors, adventurers, and champions from all corners are invited to showcase their strength and skill. Fabulous rewards and recognition await the victors. Register now, and may the mightiest emerge triumphant!"