Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king - Chapter 484

Chapter 484: The great circle Chapter 484: The great circle The sea stretched endlessly behind them, a vast, undulating plain of deep blue that merged with the horizon in a shimmering haze.

Ahead, the familiar silhouette of Aracina’s coastline grew more distinct with each rhythmic surge of the waves against the hulls.

Six ships cut through the water, their sails taut with the steady offshore wind, timbers groaning in protest as they rode the swells.  At the prow of the lead vessel, Lord Asag stood motionless, his hands resting lightly on the sun-warmed railing.

It was strange, he mused, how fate twisted a man’s path.

When Alpheo had seized the throne, Asag had assumed his days in Aracina were finished, that his future lay elsewhere.

Yet here he returned, not as the mercenary he’d once been, nor even as the victorious commander he might have imagined, but as something far more complex – the city’s appointed guardian.

Behind him, the crew moved with the brusque efficiency of men who’d made this landing a hundred times before.

Thick oaken planks were lowered with practiced ease, their ends thudding against the sun-bleached stones of the quay.

The metallic jingle of armor and weapons mingled with the shouted orders and the groan of ropes as the first companies began disembarking, their booted feet finding purchase on solid ground after days at sea.

Asag inhaled deeply, the familiar scents of tar and saltwater, of fish and forge-smoke triggering memories he’d thought long buried.  The welcoming party awaiting them was modest but orderly – a double line of garrison soldiers in patched but well-maintained mail, their spears upright like a steel thicket.

Behind them stood a handful of city officials, their robes slightly rumpled from what had likely been a rushed assembly.

No cheering crowds lined the docks, no flower petals rained down from the walls.

This was a city preparing for war, not celebration, and the reception reflected that small little fact.

The rhythmic thud of armored boots echoed across the stone quays as Asag’s halberdiers disembarked behind him.

Two hundred strong, they moved with the precision of well-oiled machinery, their polished halberd heads catching the sunlight like a field of steel blossoms.

The air filled with the metallic jingle of mail and clinking of steel plate as they formed ranks without needing shouted commands – veterans all of them, their discipline speaking louder than any herald’s proclamation.

As Asag’s boots met the sun-warmed stones of the pier, a single figure detached from the waiting retinue.

The man moved with the measured stride of a career soldier, his armor – though bearing some scars – maintained with the fastidious care of a professional warrior.

He wore no helmet, revealing a face weathered by time.

“Lord Asag,” the man said, executing a bow that balanced respect with military crispness, his right fist pressed against his breastplate in formal salute.

“I am Sir Edmar, garrison commander of Aracina.

The city welcomes you.” Asag returned the nod with equal economy.

“By the prince’s decree, I now assume command of Aracina’s defenses.” His words carried neither bluster nor apology – simply the immutable fact of royal authority made manifest.

One of his aides stepped forward with the sealed parchment, but Asag stayed him with a subtle gesture.

The documents were mere formality now.

To his credit, Sir Edmar showed neither resentment nor relief at being superseded.

“My men stand ready to assist in the transition, my lord.” His gaze flickered briefly to the disciplined ranks of halberdiers still disembarking.

“We’ve prepared quarters for your troops near the eastern barracks.”  This was no mere changing of the guard.

Asag’s appointment represented the fundamental shift in power that Alpheo’s reforms had wrought across the princedom.

Once, a single governor had ruled each city as a petty king – his authority stretching from marketplace taxes to dungeon cells, from granary stores to garrison deployments.

But Alpheo had shattered that ancient model, dividing power into four distinct pillars: One for justice, one for the administration, one for the army, and one for taxation.

In peacetime, these four balanced each other in an intricate dance of checks and balances that made corruption far more difficult.

But when war’s shadow fell across the city walls, the other three pillars stepped back, their authority temporarily suspended.

In that moment, all power flowed to the he who bore the sword alone.

And now, by Alpheo’s express command, that mantle fell upon Asag’s shoulders.

 He could feel the eyes of the city upon him – not just Sir Edmar and his soldiers, but everybody, dockmen, bureaucrats and ministers.

Asag met Sir Edmar’s gaze steadily giving no mind to the stares.

“Walk with me,” he commanded, not unkindly.  As they turned toward the city, the halberdiers fell into step behind them, their synchronized footsteps echoing off the stone quays like a drumbeat heralding the new order.  “If my lord wishes, I can present you to your new seat,” Edmar offered.

“A small banquet has been prepared to mark your arrival-nothing lavish I fear, given the small time to prepare , of course, simply a courtesy of welcome.” Asag did not hesitate.

“No,” he said firmly.

“You will accompany me while I inspect the city’s defenses.The food can wait , I don’t mind eating it cold” A brief pause.

Then, with fluid ease, Edmar bowed.

He did not flinch, did not let even a flicker of disappointment cross his face.

If anything, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips-a subtle expression, but one that spoke volumes.

He was pleased.

Pleased that the man assigned to defend the city was not some idle noble who thought only of feasts and pleasantries, but one who understood the weight of his duty.

The siege was coming.

They all knew it.

And now, it seemed, their new lord was ready to meet it head-on.

“As you command, my lord,” Edmar said smoothly.

“I will lead the way.” —————– Asag and Sir Edmar walked side by side through the streets of Aracina, their boots crunching against the uneven cobblestones.  As they neared the base of the walls, Asag turned to Edmar, his expression unreadable “What measures have been taken in preparation for my arrival?” he asked Edmar answered without hesitation, his tone crisp and practiced.

“As per orders, I’ve begun the necessary preparations for a siege.

First and foremost, the countryside has been emptied-food, livestock, and people.

The enemy will find no easy meal should they come this way.” Asag nodded, his gaze sweeping over the bustling city wondering how much the city food store would last.

“Good.

What else?” Edmar continued, his voice steady as he listed their defenses.

“The city’s muster has been called.

Every man we can spare has been given a weapon.

To maintain order,” he added, “I’ve imposed a curfew.

No one moves through the streets after nightfall unless they have a good reason.

Anyone caught outside without proper leave is detained and questioned as a spy.” Asag’s lips twitched in approval thinking about how he was the one that caught the rat last time in such a way.

Edmar’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of pride in his eyes.

“And the laborers have been set to work beyond the walls,” he said.

“Ditches are being dug-wide and deep-to slow the enemy’s approach.

Our engineers are reinforcing the gates, layering them with additional timber hammered onto the ground” Asag listened, his sharp eyes taking in every detail.

Despite his satisfaction with the preparations so far, he knew more could be done.

Defending a city wasn’t just about sealing its gates and arming its men-it was about endurance, about securing every possible advantage before the enemy arrived.

“We need wood,” he said abruptly, his voice cutting through the rhythmic clang of hammers below.

“Send out carts.

Gather as much as you can from the outskirts before the enemy arrives.

Prioritize construction timber-anything that can be shaped into barricades.

Bring it all inside the walls.” Edmar listened attentively, nodding once.

“Understood.” Asag continued, his tone firm.

“And stones.

I want men sent out to search for them-large ones, the kind that will shatter bones when thrown from the walls.” He paused, then added, “Offer two silver coins for every fifty stones they bring back.” Edmar raised a brow at that but didn’t question the order.

It was an effective way to ensure the work was done quickly.

“I’ll inform the Administratorium of your orders,” he said smoothly.

“Good.” Asag turned his gaze toward the ships that had carried him here though they were now out of sight as given that the port was not visible from there.

“I’ve brought weapons and armor with me.

Have my men unload them and store them properly.

We’ll use them to enlist as many new soldiers as our supplies allow.” Edmar nodded again.

“Understood, my lord.” Asag let out a slow breath, his eyes still scanning the landscape beyond the walls.

“That is all.” With that, Edmar bowed and departed, his armored steps fading as he descended from the wall.

Asag remained, standing alone atop the fortifications, gazing down at the people digging trenches and reinforcing the city’s defenses.

The sight stirred something in him-memories, sharp and vivid, of another siege, another battlefield.

Two years ago, in this same city, he had stood on these very walls, watching as the enemy closed in.

It was strange to think of how much could change in such a short time.

Back then, he had been a mercenary, a man with no name and no allegiance.

Now, he was a commander, a leader tasked with defending a city and its people.

Below, a group of laborers struggled to lift a stone away from the path of the ditch.

One of them slipped, cursing loudly as the stone thudded back to the ground.

Asag watched for a moment, then turned away, his mind already racing ahead to the next task.

There was no time for nostalgia.

The enemy was coming, and Aracina was to be ready.