Noble V: Greylancer (8 page)

The lance laid waste to the aircraft too, sending them spiraling down as if they were
chasing after a foe that had momentarily broken through the line.

This destruction, brought about by Greylancer’s dreadful design, wrought even more
devastation on the OSB.

The aircraft plummeted right into the path of the OSB infantry’s counterattack. The
volley of blades and stakes struck and bounced off the falling, flaming aircraft,
virtually shielding Greylancer from the brunt of the attack. The chariot’s antigrav
field went back up and filled with air.

“Distance to target?”

The answer flashed across the console.
No change
.

Greylancer furrowed his brows, seemingly confused by the computer’s answer. Whether
a hundred thousand floors or a million floors below ground, at this speed he should
be upon the energy core by now.

“What is it—a space warp?”

Negative. The target is mobile.

The power core is moving…?
Greylancer thought, and then a flash of inspiration. “The moving walls…so the entire
interior of the base is repositioning at supersonic speed. Counterstrategy?”

Increase velocity. The target’s velocity is fifty kilometers per second.

“So it dares outrun this Noble?” He smiled a devilish smile, both beautiful and bloodcurdling.
“Accelerate to fifty point five kilometers per second.”

Affirmative. However, the combustion chamber will exceed heat capacity.

“The result?”

Explosion.

“Do it.”

Fool.

In 0.5 seconds, the chariot’s rate of descent surpassed that of the walls.

A green diagram glowed on the console.

It was a schematic of the base.

One point in the center pulsed red.

Greylancer’s eyes glimmered scarlet. He had found the target.

Target acquisition in two seconds.

“Fifty-five kilometers per second.”

Affirmative.
The mechanized voice sounded appalled.

Greylancer’s body groaned under the pressure brought on by the g forces. He felt his
ribs snap and stab his internal organs. Greylancer coughed up blood. The force felt
as if he were being crushed beneath a hundred-ton boulder.

Gradually, the chariot leveled off, and at the same time his bones healed. The organs
inside his body regained function. It was evidence of why Nobles were Nobles.

One hundred thousand kilometers to target.

Greylancer read the message off the console and said, “Dimensional vortex shot. Just
one shot.”

Affirmative. Escape route secured. However, probability of escape is one percent.

“That’s plenty. Fire!”

In the next instant, darkness filled his vision.

The dimensional shot—a weapon that not only destroys the target but also banishes
the debris to another dimension—had dragged its handler into another world as well.

†

He was conscious and clear-headed.

Exactly eight seconds passed before the darkness dissipated. The scene that appeared
in its place was a familiar one.

White clouds drifted across the blue sky. Greylancer stared pensively at the verdant
foothills spreading in the distance. To the right of where he lay face up on the grass
was the chariot, careened and battered.

Daytime. Though the time inside the vortex had
felt
like eight seconds, at least half a day appeared to have passed.

“No, perhaps days, or months.”

At least the time of year seemed to be the same. The soft rays of late autumn shone
down on the Noble and on the chariot next to him.

“Day…”

Greylancer passed the time as he’d done many times before, lying perfectly still,
looking up at the blue sky as if it were the first he’d ever seen. A faint scent tickled
his nostrils.

Several minutes passed before he realized something was amiss.

“What?”

Greylancer tried to twist his body to stand. Nothing. His arms and legs remained motionless.

He could still move his eyes. His arms were fine, as well as his legs.

But he seemed longer from the waist down. He fixed a hard stare below. His waist and
legs lay cold and lifeless an arm’s length away from the rest of his body.

The grass around him was drenched in blood. His blood.

“I can’t move. So now what?” Greylancer gnashed his teeth, frustrated by the unsightly
damage to his frame. Was the battle on the moon still going on? If so, he was useless,
helpless. His pride as a warrior forbade him from accepting this reality. “Someone
come this way. Kneel before me so I may satisfy my craving and regain my freedom.”

With this utterance, he heard footsteps approaching from his left.

The sound of slow, tiny steps treading over the grass sounded like a woman was coming
near.

Greylancer did not let out a sound. What was he to do? It appeared he would have to
rely on human help, but what if the sight of him as he was now fomented vengeful thoughts?
Though possessing an ample sense of superiority over his subjects, he hardly underestimated
them.

Before he could gather his thoughts, the footsteps stopped before where Greylancer
lay.

Her hair, hanging down to her waist, sparkled in the wind. Although her pink dress
with a blue-flower pattern was patched and washed-out, it suited her as if she could
wear nothing else.

She might have been fifteen, sixteen years old. Her pale skin, with nary a trace of
color from the summer sun, was a fitting complement to her lovely features, which
did not appear at all provincial.

But it was not the girl’s beauty that made Greylancer’s eyes narrow into slivers.

With her right hand gripping a stick, the girl was looking nervously right and left,
her eyes closed.

“Can you not see?” They were the first words Greylancer uttered to the girl.

Her face turned toward him. “Who are you? You aren’t from around here.”

“How can you tell?”

“Your accent is different.”

It is said the other senses become sharper in the blind, a necessity for survival.

“Hm. I am a traveler. I’m…resting my legs awhile.”

“Oh, you’ve come to just the place.”

“Yes, the view seems very nice.”

The girl tilted her head slightly. “
Seems
…are you blind as well?”

Finally, a question came to his lips. “What brings you here?”

“I came to admire the view,” she answered innocently, to which Greylancer responded,
“But you do not see.”

“I can see even if I can’t. I can feel how the wind brushes against my skin, and the
smell of flowers and grass fills my chest. My brother tells me the sky is blue, and
that is enough for me to see. Everything. But you must see so much better than I.”

“I’m afraid I’m too tired to move.”

“Oh. Are you hungry?”

“That may be,” replied Greylancer, as the blood continued to drain out of him.

“Oh…” The girl knitted her brows with worry before quickly smiling. “Someone will
come to fetch me in half an hour. Then perhaps you can come to my home.”

“Sadly, I have rather a particular palate. Your meals won’t do.”

“Well.” The girl pouted a bit, but her anger faded quickly. Her sunny face revealed
that this was just her personality. “Then what is it you eat?”

“Would you like to know?”

“Yes.” A look of trepidation spread across her beautiful face. Just what had she sensed
from the traveler’s reply?

“Come closer.” Greylancer’s eyes glowed crimson, as the sweet bouquet of blood wafted
in his face.

The severed lower half of the giant’s body lay in a pool of blood, beckoning the other
half to come closer.

The sight was enough to make even the most fearless human choose retreat.

Nevertheless, the blind girl began to walk toward Greylancer without even the slightest
hint of hesitation. Despite her likely sharpened sense of smell, the stench of blood
did not reach her upwind.

Aided by her stick, the tiny figure, hot blood coursing through its veins, crept closer,
ever closer.

She stepped forward again, and as one wooden shoe hovered over the pool of blood—

“Stop,” Greylancer said.

“Huh?” The girl teetered but managed to bring back her foot next to the other.

“Never you mind. Go now.”

“But…” The girl’s face clouded.

“It will soon turn cold. Go back to your home.”

“Will you be all right?”

“Yes, I am rested now.”

Like a stone turned to a flower, her suspicious look instantly gave way to a smile.
“I’m glad,” she said. “But I’m not to leave until my companion comes for me. Perhaps
we can talk awhile.”

“You must leave now!” His voice was stern. Greylancer was fighting back fierce urges.

The smell of his own blood around him stung his nostrils. It was what his enervated
body was craving. Fresh blood. The one thing that will save you, and it was flowing
through the young body standing before you.

Yet why did he stop?

The girl, clinging to her stick with both hands, gazed down in the direction of the
voice with unsighted eyes. “My name is Leticia. Who are you?”

“No one you need concern yourself about.”

The heartbroken girl—Leticia—pouted a little and then smiled. “Then you’ll be Mr.
No-Name. Where did you come from?”

“From the other side of the planet.”

“
This
planet?” she asked, after a pause. “My, you
have
been on a long journey! Tell me, what is the other side like?”

“What day and month is it now?” asked Greylancer. After she answered, he muttered
to himself, “A day has passed. Does the war continue above?”

“What?”

“Never you mind. Have you heard anything about the moon?”

“The moon…?” The girl thought for a moment. Then her blond hair rippled as she bobbed
her head in the affirmative. “I heard a rumor that the Nobility’s fleet destroyed
the OSB base. In celebration of this victory, our blood tribute has been decreased
by a tenth.”

“Is that so?” Greylancer felt his fatigue dissipate, knowing his immediate return
was not necessary.

Crooking her head, the girl asked, “But why would you ask about the moon? Oh, I know.
You must be a troubadour!”

“Troubadour?”

“How wonderful. I’ve always wanted to meet one—someone who travels the world composing
songs, that is. I never imagined it would be today. You must come home with me, please.
Well, it’s not exactly
my
home, but my mother and father are nice people. They so enjoy having visitors, they
will be glad to see you.”

“Will they, now?”

“Yes.” Leticia nodded eagerly like a child.

Seeing this, Greylancer asked, “Have you been blind since birth?”

She seemed taken aback by the question. “What—no. Since I was five.” Until then, the
world had shined for her.

“Are you bitter?”

“Why, of course.”

“You surprise me.”

“Why is that?”

“I have asked others in your state .the same question. They all answered no.”

“I understand some people feel that way. But I…” A glimmer rolled down from the hand
over her eye.

“What is it?” Greylancer asked and was surprised by his own reaction.
Have I taken an interest in a human?

“I used to see the sky, the moon, the stars, flowers and the forest, animals, houses,
and everyone. I used to see everything, until suddenly…I would have been happier had
I been blind at birth.” Then, Leticia shook her head, her body trembling. “I’m sorry.
Prattling on to a complete stranger, I wonder why. I’m sorry for boring you.”

“No.” Greylancer stared at the troubled girl. Who would have guessed that a Noble
was capable of looking upon a human with such kindly eyes? “It was an inconsiderate
question. Forgive me.”

“Please don’t trouble yourself. I’m used to it.”

“Have you tried every possible means?” he asked.

“It’s all right.” The girl smiled cheerfully.

“It is not. There may be a cure if you go to the Capital.”

“Are you saying that I should have an operation at the hands of the Nobility?”

“That’s right. The Nobility have the means to restore your sight, even reproduce the
same eyes you previously had.” The pale-skinned beauty smiled sadly this time. “What
is it?”

Her lovely hands covered both eyes. “It was a Noble who took my sight.”

“Oh…was it your overseer?”

“Perish the thought!” Leticia shook her head wildly. “You must never say such a thing.
Lord Mayerling looks after us with great care. I don’t know any Noble who is more
decent.”

“Mayerling...” The Greater Noble mumbled the name of his comrade in a barely audible
voice. “That favormonger. Nevertheless, just my fortune that I’ve landed in his territory.
He will have to receive me as a guest if he wants to repay his debts.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Who was the Noble that took your sight?”

“I was given away for adoption as a girl. My real family didn’t have the means to
bring up a worthless girl like me. But I became this way because a neighboring family
fled the village to join the Anti-Nobility Alliance. They were captured by the overlord’s
men and brought back to the village to be executed. Are you familiar with execution
by quartering?”

“I know it. The condemned’s neck, arms, and legs are chained to wagons and rended
apart.” Greylancer imagined the gruesome scene and licked his lips in spite of himself.
The bloodbath.

The girl, none the wiser, lowered her gaze and recalled the incident. “The people
who fled were not the only ones to be executed. Their actions wrought the same fate
on their families, among them a young man who often looked after me as a child. I
clung to him as he was being dragged to the execution ground. That was when the overlord’s
retainer lashed his whip across my eyes. I’ve lived in darkness ever since.”