Chapter 130: The Road Beyond the Estate
Morning arrived beneath a gray sky.
Kael stood in the courtyard while the seven candidates gathered near the gates.
Ronan stood among them, arms folded across his chest.
The former cavalryman rested his hand against the hilt of his sword.
The woman who hunted beasts stood quietly beside him, a bow across her back.
The young tracker kept looking toward the surrounding hills, studying the ground as though the earth itself were speaking.
Kael looked at them one by one.
He had spent days thinking about this.
Today, he would finally see whether the idea in his chamber could survive outside it.
Lily stood beside him holding a parchment.
Kael turned toward her.
"Read it."
She unfolded the parchment.
"Several travelers have reported that the western road has become unsafe."
The seven listened.
"Two wagons have failed to reach the village of Elden."
Ronan’s expression changed slightly.
Lily continued.
"The local watch searched the road but found no sign of the missing wagons."
She lowered the parchment.
Kael looked at the seven.
"Your task is simple."
He pointed toward the western road.
"Find out what happened."
One of the hunters frowned.
"That’s all?"
"That’s all."
"Are we to bring the wagons back?"
"If they can be recovered."
"And the people?"
"If they are alive, bring them home."
The former cavalryman asked, "How many men are we allowed to take?"
Kael shook his head.
"None."
The group became silent.
"You have one day."
The hunter looked toward the road.
"And if we encounter something beyond our ability?"
Kael answered calmly.
"Use your judgment."
The seven exchanged glances.
Kael continued.
"Do not mistake this for a contest of strength."
His gaze hardened.
"I am not interested in seeing who can swing a sword the hardest."
He pointed toward the road.
"I want to know whether you can think when nobody is standing behind you."
That changed the mood.
The candidates understood.
This wasn’t simply a hunt.
They were being judged.
Kael stepped aside.
"Go."
The seven left together.
Their horses disappeared down the western road.
Kael watched until they were gone.
Lily looked at him.
"You didn’t tell them what they were really being tested for."
"No."
"What are you looking for?"
Kael turned toward her.
"Everything."
The western road stretched through farmland before disappearing into a wooded valley.
The seven riders moved cautiously.
Ronan remained near the front.
The tracker rode beside him.
"Tracks."
Ronan pulled his horse to a stop.
The others gathered.
The tracker dismounted.
He crouched beside the road.
"Two wagons."
The former cavalryman looked down.
"You’re certain?"
"Yes."
The tracks were faint.
But they were there.
The horses had been moving toward the village.
Then something changed.
The tracker followed the marks several yards.
"They left the road."
Ronan looked toward the trees.
"Why?"
The tracker pointed.
"No wheel marks."
Ronan frowned.
"Then how?"
The tracker stood.
"Something pulled them."
The hunter with the bow slowly removed it from her shoulder.
"Bandits?"
"Maybe."
Ronan looked toward the forest.
"Nobody rides into a forest without leaving tracks."
The tracker nodded.
"Then perhaps they were forced."
They moved forward.
Slowly.
Quietly.
The forest swallowed the sound of their horses.
After nearly an hour, they found the first wagon.
It stood abandoned between the trees.
One wheel was broken.
The horses were gone.
The wagon itself had been torn open.
The former cavalryman dismounted.
"No bodies."
Ronan inspected the ground.
"Blood."
The hunter crouched beside him.
"Human?"
Ronan touched the edge of the stain.
"Looks like it."
The tracker moved farther into the forest.
Then stopped.
"Here."
Everyone turned.
He pointed toward a tree.
There were deep scratches in the bark.
Three long marks.
The hunter’s expression tightened.
"Beast."
Ronan nodded.
"How large?"
The tracker examined the height of the scratches.
"Large."
The former cavalryman drew his sword.
"Then we should move."
Ronan shook his head.
"No."
The man looked at him.
"No?"
"We don’t know where the travelers are."
Ronan pointed toward the wagon.
"If we chase the beast, we may lead it away from them."
He looked toward the ground.
"We follow the blood."
The seven continued deeper into the forest.
Several hours later, they found the second wagon.
It had been overturned beside a small stream.
A man was lying beneath it.
Alive.
Barely.
The hunter rushed forward.
"He’s breathing."
The former cavalryman helped lift the wagon.
Ronan looked around.
"Where are the others?"
The injured man opened his eyes.
His voice was weak.
"They took them."
"Who?"
The man’s eyes widened.
"Not men."
Ronan’s hand tightened around his sword.
"How many?"
"I don’t know."
The man looked toward the trees.
"They came from the dark."
The hunter examined his wounds.
"Can you walk?"
"No."
Ronan looked at the others.
"We take him back."
The former cavalryman frowned.
"And the others?"
Ronan looked into the forest.
"We search."
The tracker shook his head.
"That could take hours."
Ronan looked at him.
"Then we have hours."
The group prepared to move.
Then—
A roar echoed through the forest.
The horses panicked.
The injured man screamed.
The hunter raised her bow.
Ronan drew his sword.
Something moved between the trees.
Large.
Fast.
And getting closer.
Kael’s words returned to them.
Use your judgment.
Ronan looked at the injured man.
Then in the dark forest.
"We protect him first."
The beast burst through the trees.
The seven scattered.
Its claws tore through the earth where Ronan had been standing.
He rolled beneath the strike and came up with his sword raised.
The blade struck its side.
The beast roared.
The hunter released an arrow.
It struck the creature near the shoulder.
The former cavalryman charged.
For several moments, the forest became chaos.
But they didn’t fight like a trained military unit.
They fought like individuals.
Each trying to survive.
Ronan realized the problem immediately.
"Stop!"
Nobody heard him.
The beast struck again.
The former cavalryman was thrown into a tree.
Ronan stepped between them.
"Fall back!"
This time they listened.
The group retreated toward the stream.
The beast followed.
Then the tracker shouted.
"Wait!"
Everyone stopped.
He pointed toward the ground.
The stream.
The overturned wagon.
The blood.
Then the beast.
Understanding appeared on his face.
"It doesn’t like the water."
Ronan looked at the creature.
The beast had stopped several steps from the stream.
It snarled.
But it didn’t advance.
The hunter understood.
"Drive it back."
Ronan nodded.
The seven moved together.
Not perfectly.
But together.
The beast finally retreated into the trees.
Silence returned.
Ronan lowered his sword.
Nobody spoke.
Then the former cavalryman laughed.
"We’re alive."
The hunter looked at him.
"That was your plan?"
"No."
She smiled.
"Good."
Ronan looked at the injured traveler.
"Let’s get him home."
The seven began the journey back.
None of them knew it yet...
but they had passed the first part of Kael’s test.
Not because they killed the beast.
They hadn’t.
They had succeeded because they recognized when fighting was not the answer.
By sunset, Kael stood at the estate gates.
He saw the riders approaching.
Lily stood beside him.
"They’re back."
Kael nodded.
"Let’s see what they learned."
The injured traveler was carried inside.
The seven candidates stood before Kael.
Their clothes were dirty.
Their weapons were damaged.
Several had cuts across their arms.
Kael looked at them.
"Report."
Ronan stepped forward.
"We found both wagons."
Kael waited.
"One traveler was dead."
His expression remained still.
"One survived."
"And the others?"
"We don’t know."
Kael nodded.
"Why didn’t you continue searching?"
Ronan looked him directly in the eyes.
"Because we had an injured man who would have died if we left him."
Kael remained silent.
Ronan continued.
"We encountered a beast."
"Did you kill it?"
"No."
Kael’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"Why?"
"It had the advantage."
"And?"
"We found another way."
Kael looked at the others.
"Did you agree?"
The hunter nodded.
"We followed Ronan."
Kael turned toward the former cavalryman.
"Would you have done the same?"
The man hesitated.
"At first, no."
Kael waited.
"But I was wrong."
That answer mattered.
Kael looked at the tracker.
"And you?"
"I noticed the creature avoided the stream."
"Why didn’t you notice sooner?"
The tracker lowered his head.
"I was too focused on following the tracks."
Kael nodded.
"Good."
The seven exchanged glances.
Kael looked at all of them.
"You made mistakes."
Nobody spoke.
"You also corrected them."
He turned toward Lily.
"Record their names."
She nodded.
Kael faced the seven again.
"This organization does not yet have a name."
They looked at him.
"It has no headquarters."
No one moved.
"It has no treasury."
Kael paused.
"But today..."
He looked toward the injured traveler being carried inside.
"...it helped someone who needed it."
For Kael, that was enough for a beginning.