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Casual Heroing, Chapter 199
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Next chapter comes out October 16th!
The 13th of October is my birthday and I thought I'd use it an excuse to take a week-long break from releases to have a little space to get my own personal backlog back on track and clear my head.
I've been plotting a lot these past few weeks and feeling very satisfied with it. However, the constant feeling of impending doom (running out of backlog at some point) is creating the kind of anxiety that is very counter-productive for good writing. Today, I found mold in my Altamura bread, which was clearly a divine sign to take a break. So, yeah, I'll see you guys in about a week.
I'll be back fully-powered by a sushi night out plus cake, which, hopefully, will be a great inspiration for Casual Heroing.
(do not wish me Happy Birthday in advance! 😡😡😡 It's bad luck!)
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Chapter 199 – Prison
The cell is, well, a cell. Whatever I imagined a medieval jail cell looking like, this is pretty much it. The are bars of metal, a tiny window, and a shit bucket. Other than that, dirt on the ground—no bed.
Kicking down a door in the [Mayor]’s office is apparently a much bigger crime than I ever thought it would be.
I suck in some air while I think about what’s coming next.
I want to take these bars in my hands, activate the runes, and bend them. That’s all I want. I want to kick this piece to rubble. I want to go back to that backstabbing, lying [Mayor] and stuff my sword down his throat.
I just tried opening a fucking business.
That’s all I tried doing. I wanted to open a business, and now I’m in jail.
I just wanted to do the right thing...
Oh, but Joey, you kicked down a door.
Bite me.
This, young Luciani, is what you have to expect from non-Vanedeni society. You can’t trust weaklings to take good choices, to rectify the course of their society. That man knew you would benefit his city, but he prefers the lies, the deception.
“Shut up,” I growl.
You might not see it now, but what you need is among your new kind. I can bring you back, if you want. It will take a moment to gather enough resources to avoid wasting more Mana reserves, but it’s possible for us to teleport back on Kome.
“No.”
Think about it, then. I swore to follow whoever picked up the book.
...
“The [Mayor] is pressing all the charges he can and more,” [Captain] Drusillus sighed. “He says you threatened him, essentially.”
“I didn’t,” I reply.
“He didn’t,” Lucinda adds from the side of the [Captain].
“Legally speaking, you did,” [Captain] Drusillus deadpans. “You used violence in the town hall, Luciani.”
“Ok? So, how many weeks of prison is this going to be?”
That’s when Lucinda looks down.
Oh, shit.
“We have special laws against Humans,” the man says. “You might be jailed for a year—or more.”
I blink repeatedly, looking at the man as if waiting for him to drop the joke.
“Are you actually serious?”
“Joey, it’s all my fault, I—”
“Are you actually fucking serious?!”
“The Watch will clear the rotten number of charges the [Mayor] is levying against you, but the bulk of them has solid legal standing. The [Mayor]... he’s up for re-election this year. This is a golden opportunity for him.”
“Oh my fucking God,” I say, putting a hand through my hair, “not only I train for a stupid fucking duel because of racist piece of shit [Soldier]... not only I bring you back the bodies of your own people. I have to go through this because the [Mayor] is refusing to follow his own law and accept my goddamn application?!”
“Calm down,” [Captain] Drusillus says, raising an eyebrow.
“Calm down?! You want to put me away! Are you out of your mind?! A year?! Drusillus, fuck you!”
“Unfortunately, you have no citizenship nor residence,” he explains with an even voice. “You are virtually without any right to your stay here. The [Mayor] knew that. I would imagine part of what happened was in his plans from the start.”
My whole body twitches, spasming in anger.
I raise my hand and try to speak, but I have no words.
In the dimness of my cell, my mind wanders to that otherworldly aspect of me that I’ve been looking away from—the golem I’ve trained against, the [Champion]. I remember how it felt, confronting that thing, and for a moment, the clarity it brought. The training was brutal but it forced me to see what I was scared to accept.
It wasn’t an organic realization, and despite the confidence I displayed to Magister Mulligan, a seed of fear lingers. I wonder if that special part of me, that uniqueness, will alienate me further like... it already happened in the past. A scary thought creeps in: will I be alone facing this?
“You have visitors, anyway.”
...
“Hey, Clodia,” I say, trying to appear less shook than I am.
“Boy,” Clodia’s mother comes right after through the corridor that brings them to my cell. There’s no one else in here—they got transferred to avoid trouble.
“Hey, Marcella—oh, Tiberius, Quintus! Hey!” They two ex-[Soldiers] look distraught and in disbelief as they march toward the edge of my cell.
“Drusus really needs a lesson or two,” Marcella says, looking around the jail cell. “At least they removed all the rats that used to be here.”
“Huh?” I ask, confused.
“My mother has been here a couple of times,” Clodia sighs.
Aw, that’s heartwarming.
“Alright, fellow felon, what’s up?” I stress a smile. “So, it’s looking... dirty. The [Mayor] wants me here for his campaign.”
“Your best bet,” Marcella says, smacking her lips, “is to wait out the campaign. He’ll probably take the charges back once he wins.”
“How long is that again?” I ask.
“Four months,” Clodia scoffs. “Mother, can’t you do anything?”
“Oh, I could.”
“Miss Aureamanus,” Quintus speaks from the back, “please?”
“Listen, boys,” Marcella says, “I can’t take Joey out without giving a win to the [Mayor], too. We could turn this into a... whipping? Maybe a few days in the stocks. Some public humiliation would work the best for you to get out of here in a month. I could negotiate on your behalf.”
I look at the old Elf woman and have to restrain from asking Magister Mulligan to get me my sword—I left the bag of holding to him. I wasn’t going to hand it out. He also retrieved the Omnium Compendium, obviously.
I put my hands on the bars of my cell, applying some pressure and making them creak.
They are underestimating me. They think I’ll just take this—or that I’ll lose it and make it worse. What they don’t know is who’s going to have it worse.
“Nah,” I say, sucking in some air. “I’m good.”
“But Joey, you are going to spend so long in prison?” Tiberius asks, worried.
“Perhaps,” I say, still weighing my options. “Or perhaps I’ll get sick of it. We’ll see, man. We’ll see.”
...
Truffles just stares from the other side of the cell, thinking.
“Hey, Truffleman.”
“His name is most definitely not—”
“Shush, Tullia,” Truffles’s father, Chrysantus, says.
“Don’t tell to me to shush!”
“Joey,” Truffles speaks out loud, “can’t you get out? Dad, can’t we get him out?”
The blond looks confused as he knocks on the metal bar of my cell.
“That would be against the law,” Chrysantus explains.
“And?” Truffles frowns. “The crime was stupid. They can arrest him just like that. Doesn’t he have rights as an adventurer?”
“He’s not technically on active adventurer duty, so... no protection.”
“Hey, man, don’t worry,” I say, my heart a bit warmed. “I’m sure we’ll find a solution, you know? Big ol’ Joey is not going to go down easy.”
“But what about the soap?” Now it’s Truffles looking distraught.
“Oh, right. Well, tell you what, I have some time on my hands. Why don’t I explain to you the gist of it. Any of you have any paper?”
...
In the past, I was afraid that being who I am would forever damn me to be alone. Staring at the bars, lost in thought, I wonder if I was right. Am I destined to remain in this cell for a year? How long is it going to take for people to forget about me, for them not to care anymore?
For a few moments, it feels like I just went back in time.
...
“You are such a stupid boy,” Agostina scoffs.
Damn, they really have, like, non-stop visiting hours?
“Hi to you too. Don’t worry, isn’t the rent paid by Clodia anyway? I’m pretty sure I never paid anything myself.”
“Joey,” Domitilla looks concerned from the other side of the bars and takes out two small containers from her bag. “This is some food. We’ll bring more tomorrow.”
“Oh, that’s very sweet,” I say, taking up the two cylindrical containers. I briefly sniff their inside and they smell like lidulae. The eggplant-like veggies. “Thank you, Domitilla. Did you make this yourself?”
“My niece has been making all kinds of food for you, Human. But apparently, she’s not as good as that [Chef].”
Wait, what?
“Don’t mind her,” Domitilla says. “I tried visiting a few times while you were training but I only found Lucinda and Flaminia at your place.”
Oh, right.
“Well, I’m sure this is going to delicious. Thank you again.”
“I hope I can taste some of your cooking when you are out,” Domitilla smiles. “Or do you reserve it only for redheads?”
Well, well, well.
“Alright, sure,” I wink at her.
...
“Those pieces of shit,” Flaminia stomps on the ground. “This is unbelievable! After what you did?! Come on! Rotten bastards!”
“I like that, do continue. Rotten bastards. What else?” I say, sitting on the ground and eating some of the food with a spoon I had the old man retrieve for me.
“How could they?! Don’t they know how much money would flow intoAmorium because of you?”
“Flam, I—”
“No! They are trying to climb the wrong tree! Rotten roots, they are unearthing the whole thing before it bears the fruits, before it even sprouts flowers!”
She goes on a tirade while I eat in silence, not really know what to say or how to react.
There’s not much to do. So far, the only real option has been offered to me by Agostina, and I’m not getting humiliated in public because of an election.
I would first cut your head off myself, young Luciani, than let you dishonor yourself as a disciple of mine.
Another great thought, I sigh.
...
“Hey, I didn’t expect you,” I say to the white-haired Vanedeni. “Milady.”
“You can break out of this,” she states matter-of-factly. “What, are you not going to participate in the Dungeon exploration? That [Captain] is going to stop you?”
“I guess,” I say, currently sitting against the wall of the cell. “And yeah, I can break these bars off. Then what?”
“You wield a Vanedeni sword,” she replies.
“Ok, and...?”
“You ought to take pride in it. Being a Vanedeni—”
“Listen!” I say, getting up, my patience running thin. “I don’t give a fuck, OK?!”
“You do behave like a teen,” Lisith says. “Your mind clearly doesn’t match your talent. My ancestors would be ashamed.”
I go by the bars, grabbing one so tight that the metal has the prints of my hand when I leave it be.
“What would a Vanedeni have me be? A murderer? Should I go out and kill everyone who disrespects me? Or what, keep living my life like a lunatic—is that your answer? Just go ape?”
“My answer is for you to behave like a Vanedeni,” Lisith says, pointing at the cell, “this? This is not how a Vanedeni would have gone down.”
“Do you even understand what you are saying? I kicked down a door and they threw me in prison, do you understand what that means?”
That’s when Lisith steps forward and grabs the collar of my shirt, bringing our faces an inch from each other.
“Who are you? What’s in your heart? That anger, use it. You think you need to die here? You could be great. More than that, your talent... do you have any idea what it means?”
“It means I get to stay in jail for at least four months,” I say, not shying away from her face, my jaw clenched.
“You don’t understand, do you?” She says, genuinely surprised. “And to think we could have this happen outside Kome. You are...”
“I’m what, a coward, a traitor?”
“You have a choice in front of you. You can take this abuse and be nothing—but with all the people moving in this city because of you? You could start a revolution. Take a stance, be a Vanedeni. Get out of here, ask the people who’s going to stand behind you and who’s going to back down.”
“And start a civil war? Is that your solution? Like, even if people decided to stand behind me, they would all be committing treason. I broke the law.”
“My people have started wars over lesser slights. You would be fighting not for this, but against the corruption, against the prejudice. There’s a great cause behind you... you could really become a... This setting...”
She shakes her head multiple times before just turning and leaving.
But before she goes through the door, she looks over her shoulder and adds, “if you decide to be a Vanedeni, all our people will stand behind you—I know I will.”
And she’s gone.
“What the hell just went down?” I ask.
No one replies.
“Old man, I’m asking you.”
She thinks this is enough to become a [Hero], young Luciani. You don’t understand how scary it is for our people to dream of a new [Hero]. She was born in an era where it’s been centuries since our last one. If she was right and you were indeed wasting your time here, it would mean you could be back home and becoming the vanguard of our people.
“Wait, you believe that, too?”
You always had the talent. The question is, do you have the heart?
...
Do I have the heart to start a huge mess over something like this? I mean, it’s not like Elves don’t have huge problems with racism. But could I, of all people, help them make it better?
Christ, am I actually considering what these two crazies are saying?
There’s a part of me that is doing that. Imagining leading a revolution against the corrupt and prejudiced system, uniting Elves and Humans under a single banner of change, and maybe even getting the status of a [Hero]. The prestige, the recognition, the righting of wrongs. It's alluring, to say the least.
It sounds corny as hell, but...
Would that be the right next move? Is that what I should be doing?
Lisith’s word still echo in my head. If I choose to go down thatpath, embracing this Vanedeni crap, unleashing all I’ve learned from the old man, I—I won’t be alone.
But right when I’m starting to seriously take into consideration this craziness, imagining what would happen, I hear someone else enter the jail.
“Joey?”
“Irene?”
She comes in and stops in front of my cell, holding a little wrapped package that she offers to me.
“Huh, I didn’t expect to see you so soon,” I say, getting closer and taking the wrapper from her. “Chocolate?”
“Yes,” she nods. “I’ve heard what happened.”
“Heh, not ideal, I know,” I force a smile on my face.
“You were stupid,” she states.
“Alright, thanks?” I frown. “I mean, can’t you be kinder to a poor guy who might spend four months to a year in jail for kicking down a door?”
“Someone should have told you not to do that,” Irene scoffs. “Did you go alone?”
“Nah, Lucinda was with me,” I say, taking out a tablet of chocolate, giving it a sniff, and then biting it.
“She’s a rotten idiot, too, then. How did she not see that thiswas going to happen.”
“I didn’t really tell her that I was kicking down a door before I actually did it, to be fair to her,” I sigh. “Good chocolate, anyway. Use less sugar next time, though. The texture is a bit off.”
“You’ll have to wait until you are out if you want to teach me anything,” Irene smiles.
“Damn, that’s cold,” I reply, a smile drawing on my face. “It’s... who knows, I might decide to bust out and lead a revolution for Human rights.”
“Why?” Irene raises an eyebrow. “You think you earned it?”
“What do you mean?” I frown.
“Joey, you... you are kind. You help people. You gave me chocolate knowing I was the competition. While you can be stupid, you... aren’t.”
“I’m not following.”
“You are in prison because you did something wrong.”
“No? I’m in prison because the [Mayor] is a lunatic and this city is racist.”
“You forced your way in his office. He could have asked for something worse—an execution.”
“What?”
Irene seems taken aback.
“The [Mayor] was lenient, Joey. And what do you have to fear being here? Rats? They cleaned up the prison for you, gave you a cell without any particular restraint even though you can do magic. There’s no restriction on what people can bring you here—food, clothes, whatever. You can even ask for a bed.”
“Can I?”
“Can you stop acting like a rotten idiot?”
“Irene, I’m not acting like—”
“Yes, you are!” She snaps. “Stop being a moron!”
“Excuse me?!”
“Joey, people flocked to your jail cell, the [Captain] is protecting you, half the [Guards] know how good you are for the city and their own meals, since they get the bread from Happy Bakery. Did you forget that Clodia is the main food contractor of this place? Everything that the Watch doesn’t cook in their kitchen is contracted to Happy Bakery.
“Plus,” she adds, “the [Captain] had to send back all the homeless who wanted to visit you. They were about to riot! They will be allowed starting tomorrow. This is barely anything and you talk about revolution?! Do you have mold in your brain?!”
“I...”
“Yes, you do!” Irene shouts. “You always tried to behave justly, didn’t you? Now, you messed up. Own up to it. What, should have I not fed my brothers and sister because my parents died without giving me a notice first? Doesn’t that make me responsible for them?”
“I mean, how old were you?”
“It doesn’t matter!” Irene snaps again. “It was my responsibility the same way staying here is yours! I’m not even sure the [Mayor] will be able to keep in jail for that long! Rotten roots, Named Adventurerswere here!”
I just stay silent, stunned out of words.
Have I been this stupid just because I was afraid.
“Joey, why are you even thinking you should do anything?”
“I—I,” I bring my hand to my cheek, feeling some tears streaking down my face. “I’m afraid everyone will forget about me in two weeks. I’m... afraid I’ll be alone.”
“Joey... they have to keep people out of here,” Irene looks stunned herself. “You... no one will forget about you. The crazy Humanof Amorium? Rotten roots, I will be visiting every day if that’s what’s going to keep you out of trouble.”
I just feel more tears coming out and just look at the ground.
“Joey, you are not alone. Everything you did up to now... so many people love you. You changed them, you changed this entire city... you changed me.”
I raise my gaze to meet Irene’s and notice her eyes are wet.
“You’ll never be alone, Joey. I promise. Just sit tight and when you get out again, people will be waiting for you. Not to be mean, but many of those homeless think you are their only hope. Where do you think they are going to go anyway?”
“Well,” I sniff and laugh, “that was a bit mean.”
“But it’s the truth,” Irene smiles, rubbing her eyes.
“You will not be alone, I promise. I will be with you—every day. Well, as long as you give me some new recipes and ideas for chocolate.”
She puts her hands on the bars, getting closer.
“Deal?”
I move my hands over hers and nod, trying to stave off the sobs.
“Deal.”
Comments
Lesley Douglas
Well it is October 13, so Happy Birthday. I hope you have a wonder day, full of muses, writing, luck and happiness.
Pheonixarcher
You think there’s a riot now? Day one of bakery being closed there will be torches and pitchforks in front of the mayor’s house
Pheonixarcher
I mainly just thought about Joey asking Clodia to close the Bakery for a week and giving the employees paid vacation. THAT would start some shit. They want to treat him like he’s nothing? Give them exactly nothing. One week makes a point but doesn’t kill anyone from starvation. It was pointed out that the bakery is basically the place to get food. Close up for a week and hang a sign on the door about protesting the mayor’s political clout game.
