Despite how much her life had seemed to calm down lately, Serilda was busier than ever. It had been over a year since she had taken over the Rune Knights, and in that time she and Mythal had made excellent headway into building the military force back up since the attack they’d suffered that had caused their leadership vacancy in the first place. The place was once again clean, whole, and organized. A lot of files were still either missing, destroyed, or in need of being properly refiled, but the bulk of the work was pretty much done at this point, leaving her able to relax and focus on other more important issues.
Ironically, it was actually her personal life that had been more hectic than her professional one, as of late. Mythal had recently proposed to her, and Serilda was still getting used to the feel of the ring on her finger. They were still at the beginning stages of planning the wedding, which they still hadn’t picked a date for. Add to that the recent knowledge of Mythal’s adoptive father still being alive after all these years and the very emotional reunion with him, plus
the political drama and activity revolving around herself and Mythal both being named one of the four Gods of Ishgar… needless to say, things were hectic.
Currently, she was sitting at her desk reading through a report that had come in from the Engineering department, detailing the week’s progress they’d made on some of the recent upgrades and inventions they’d been working on. A tone sounded from her intercom to let her know someone from one of the main offices was reaching out to her. “Lady Sinclair?”“Go ahead, Valorie,”
Serilda told the woman without pulling her eyes away from the report.
“I have a young man here by the name of Imai Uchuuken. He’s requesting to speak with you, but he does not have an appointment. Normally I wouldn’t bother you with it, but he does appear to be a member of Sabertooth, so I thought it best to let you decide.”
She blinked and glanced at the intercom. “He’s with Sabertooth?”
“Yes, ma’am.”“Did he say if something was going on?”
“No, he doesn’t seem to have a case of any kind. I’m thinking it’s a social visit.”
Huh, that was weird. Serilda wracked her brain, but while the name rang a slight bell, no face came to mind. Given that she was typically quite good with names, it was likely this was someone whose name she had heard a few times around the guildhall but hadn’t actually formally met back when she was a member of Sabertooth. She glanced at the time. It had been a while since she’d taken a break, Serilda supposed, and it never hurt to take efforts to maintain good relations with other guilds, particularly the one that gave her her start as a wizard. “Go ahead and send him up.”
The call clicked off. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Victoria
shift her position on the couch. The older woman had been reading a book on one of the many historical wars in Earthland’s recorded history, mostly minding her own business, but now she looked up at Serilda from across the room. “We’re getting company, I take it?”
she asked.“Guess so. They’re with my old guild I was a part of before I got hired here. Not sure I’ve ever met him, though. If it’s a social call, we’ll probably be talking for a while.”
Putting the file away to read at a later time, Serilda glanced at the Seal. “Would you rather stay or go somewhere else? The chapel is usually free if you want someplace quiet to keep reading.”
The relationship between the two women had come a long way since their first, somewhat horrific meeting. They had been on very rocky footing for quite some time, but despite everything Victoria had relinquished a modicum of subservience to Serilda far quicker and easier than the noblewoman had expected. There was a level of trust between them now that wasn’t entirely complete, but it was sufficient. Certainly more than there was between Mythal and Lux.
Victoria hummed in consideration, giving it some thought. “I think I’ll stay for now,”
the old woman finally said, snapping the book shut and setting it aside. “I am interested in learning more about these guilds. Plus, I can always just leave if I get bored.”
Serilda snorted. “Well, just be nice,”
she teased. “The last thing I need is my alma mater thinking I was disrespectful to one of their members.”
The Seal of Conquest rolled her eyes, but smirked.
By the time Imai reached the office, he would find himself in a rather sizable space. It was a large office with dark hardwood floors. Several bookshelves stretched along most of the walls containing thick leather bound books on Fioren law and history. One wall was lined with a number of large windows that allowed the natural light of the sun to flood the room. There was a door in the back that lead the way to a small private bathroom and closet, and in one of the front corners was a sitting area complete with a couple small sofas and a coffee table set on an area rug. The overall feel of the room was actually quite simple, despite the obvious high quality of the furniture -- nothing overly extravagant. The only big statement piece was a large purple and gold tapestry that hung on the wall behind her desk, bearing the image of the twisting dragon that was the symbol of the Sinclair noble house.
Serilda herself sat at the desk, clad in a white and dark blue tailored suit
that was trimmed in gold with some of the hems. Her long white hair was pulled back in a bun on the top of her head. Aside from the engagement ring on her left hand, the only other jewelry she wore was a simple silver ring on her right hand that also bore the crest of her family and marked her as the heiress of the duchy. To her right, Victoria was retrieving a glass for herself from the small bar that held an assortment of drinks, both alcoholic and non. No huge display, but enough for entertaining guests of note that came to visit her at work. Near Serilda’s desk, a full sized wolf
sat quietly on a large pillow, her thick black fur frosted with light speckles that make her coat look like a starry night sky. The wolf watched Imai with dark, interested eyes, curious to the newcomer but not moving to greet the young man. “Please come in,”
the noblewoman said with a smile when he got there, her pale blue eyes resting on him with polite but genuine interest. She stood from her chair and came around to meet him, offering a firm hand to shake. “It was Imai, right? I’m sorry, I don’t believe we ever met at Sabertooth. This is my associate, Victoria.”
Serilda gestured to the older woman, who nodded toward him in greeting but otherwise said nothing, continuing to fix herself a drink. “This is a bit of a surprise. I haven’t heard from anyone in Sabertooth in a while. Is everything alright? Was there something you needed help with?”
Valorie had expressed her thoughts that this was a social visit, but that didn’t necessarily mean the young man hadn’t been keeping his true purpose to himself. If Sabertooth needed Rune Knight assistance with something, Serilda would be more than happy to provide it. However, she didn’t want to assume, and thought it best to let the young man state his own intentions rather than rely on Valorie’s educated guesses.