I feel miserable right now. Even with a week to heal, I feel as if things are the same as a week ago. I think that I can feel my legs finally. I am not sure if I am just imagining it, but I think that I can feel my toes twitch a bit. It could just as easily be that the room is very cold.

  I asked them about that. It seems that the magic that they use to regulate the weather of the room might interfere with the magic healing me. The rest of my body is in a better position.

  On top of that, I can feel my mind getting tired as I think my thoughts. It feels like my head is being pounded like a piece of iron. Yet, the worst injury that I have faced is the one on my mana sense.

  It is not as bad as it was when I had lost my consciousness. Still, It feels like I am actively suppressing my mana sense at this moment. Normally, I should be able to look at the next two rooms in my mana sense, even suppressed by their tattoos. Now, my mana sense is barely able to cross the boundary of my bed. It is disconcerting to not be able to see clearly. It makes me feel blind.

  At least it is not permanent. My healer, an interesting fellow by the name of Paltroc seems to think that my mana sense is going to be as good as it was before within half a year. Paltroc thinks that the reason for my present state is related to soul damage. He thinks that I might have passed too much of my vital mana into my mana sense.

  He told me that while scolding me about how stupid such an action is. (I never thought I would have to hear something from a person of the snow tribe.) the domain of the soul is not understood, only that if anything goes wrong with it, the damage tends to be permanent.

  The only problem with that is I know the strength of my soul. While even I can't easily empower my mana sense with vital mana lightly, I can do so for short periods without any problem. I have enhanced it for a few hours like this once.

  That must mean, that there is something else which is the cause for my soul damage. Maybe some kind of hidden trap meant to harm me in the storm. Maybe something to make it easier for Laufen to attack. I can't exactly prove it though. I don't even know the rune structure of their magic, to be able to decode the purpose of a spell.

  While I might not agree with that man. I have to admit that Paltroc has been a boon in this entire mess. The man is a gossiper and through him, I have been learning a lot about the tribes. He might not have a strong grasp our my language, but that doesn't stop the man from speaking. Haltingly, the man has been speaking with me for the entirety of the last week.

  I wish I could get a scholar with me in this room. The amount of information that he would provide us would be astounding. Knowing the scholars, they would be speaking the man's language better than the man in a few weeks. They are the true magicians, I say.

  I guess that I should report what I have learned here. Right now, all the leaders of the tribes are coming to the council. These are monsters that can make the weather of the truelands worse by simply being present there, it seems. Speak about how the council has begun to consume ten times more mana trying to keep the weather stable.

  "The lady of the spear, lania" is the leader of the spear tribe. "The Lord of the fallen inked, allon", is the leader of the tattoo tribe. "The lord of blood, palok", is the leader of the blood tribe. "The lady of the beasts, shilva", is the leader of the beast tribe. Lastly, it is the arch magus of the wolf tribe, who doesn't have a name. Lastly, cloak will be there, acting as the translator for the group.

  These are all the titles of the people that have attended the meeting in the last couple of days. I don't know how useful these titles will be but I am sure the head office will appreciate me adding them. The scholars will make use of them in one way or another. The reason that all of these people are moving is not because of me. (Even my identity as a legioner is not capable of that.) The reason that they have come is due to my master.

  Turns out, my master is the reason that I am alive right now. The man has charged into the truelands to find Laufen attacking me, it seems. He saved me and brought me here to the council. Ever since then, Paltroc has been healing me.

  Well, there are three reasons my master is causing such a reaction. First, is due to the identity of my master. My master holds a complicated relationship with the people here. To many, he can be considered to be an ally. At the same time, he is also considered to be tied too closely to the legion for him to ever be trusted too much. At the same time, he is strong enough to wreak havoc on the truelands if he wants to. That doesn't inspire much confidence in the legion.

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  The second reason for this is the reason that in the process of saving me, the man has destroyed Laufen. It seems that the man is right now standing on the edge of life and death and even if he were to recover, the man would lose an arm and a leg at least.

  The tattoo tribe is coming here for blood, while the other tribes are coming to calm things down a bit.

  The third and final reason is to make sure that my master does not make a deal with one of the tribes individually. I still don't know what my master trades with them. I have tried to ask Paltroc but the man behaves as if I have asked for his heart. All I know is that whatever it is, it is vital to these people.

  Right now I will be honest. All of this is a bit beyond me. I am completely restricted to this room. I am barely able to move, let alone defend myself. Whether they come for my head or not depends fully on my master.

  I can't believe that though. That my master has that much influence here. The man had managed to stop the snow tribe from executing a legioner. I have never really heard my master mentioning the north except in the passing. Even then it was mostly to caution me about the people here.

  Well, they are going to be announcing my fate soon enough. Cloak is going to be the one to tell me my fate. The meeting should be over any minute now and Cloak will be coming here the first thing after it is over. That is why I started recording in the first place.

  I can't even decide how to feel about that. It is oddly freeing to have to not worry about what is going to be done to you. At the same time, it is not a nice feeling to have your life in the hands of others like this. Even if the other person is my master.

  Well, the only thing that I will achieve with more recording myself is to push myself into an even worse state of panic. I will continue when Cloak finally comes here.

  (After God knows how long.)

  When the door opened and I saw the man, my heart dropped. For a second I was sure that cloak had come to announce my execution.

  "The council has decided regarding you. They have decided to drop all of their charges on you. You are to immediately leave the truelands and not participate in any more matters involving the snowlords and the snow tribe. That involves building formations for the snowwind empire, as well. ", cloak speaks, looking at the wall behind me.

  The man sits down. Hearing this I guess I should have felt relief or something. The only thing I felt was sleepy and exhausted. Exhausted enough to stop wondering how exactly the council came to such a conclusion. I wonder what nightmare the council will have to deal with now. Any deal made with my master always ends up badly for you.

  "Well, leaving immediately might be an issue. At the moment I cannot even get up if I wanted to. I am quite stuck in this bed for at least a week.", I ask. My head is still pounding.

  "Oh that is fine, you won't be leaving this land on your own. You will be taken home by your master it seems.", he replies. "And before you ask, yes there is an escort that is being sent for your soldiers as well. They can complete their mission even without you and winter has not ended exactly."

  "So where is my master? I would have thought that we would be leaving already.", I ask.

  "Well, you are in no state to move, kid. It will take you at least a week before you can even move.", he speaks. "Anyway, I will need a week more to prepare the sledder that I meant to give your master. The tattoo tribe is being unreasonable about just giving the fucking sledder already."

  "Will the tattoo tribe cause any other problems with this Sledder then, such as sabotaging the thing.", I ask. I don't even need to ask why the man wants the ship. My master has always been studying weird things to improve his knowledge of runes.

  "It is fine, young wolf. It took too much effort to acquire that ship to risk it due to a child's fight." Cloak says. "and the tattoo tribe knows who the ship is going to. They will not risk openly offending your master."

  "Oh, ok.", is all I can reply, as I suddenly feel a bit sleepy. That has been happening for a week now. I keep getting sleepy at random times.

  "By the way wonder if you could tell me what forbidden art that you have used in the fight.", he speaks. "To think that you would be able to fight with a snowlord at equal footing."

  "What forbidden art, cloak. I know of no forbidden arts. My master believes that is something meant for suicidal idiots.", I reply. I am surprised that the man asked such a thing suddenly.

  "well, among my people there is a technique that is taught to even the meanest of us.", the man speaks. "Using it, we would be able to fight a being hundred times stronger than us. By the definition of your people, that counts as a forbidden technique. The damage done to your soul right now matches the damage done to us by using that technique."

  "I don't know any forbidden technique, cloak.", I speak. "I left the legion before I could learn it. There is no way that I would know it."

  Looking at Cloak, it is quite clear that the man thinks that I am lying. For a moment, I worry that I have divulged something important. Well, I can't even think at the moment how I might have messed it up. Well, whatever will happen will happen. The head office is the last thing I am worried about right now.

  "Well, that is interesting then.", he speaks. "I will still warn you, I have seen how arrogant that you sages can get. Your soul might be stronger than the average person, but the damage to your soul would leave a person an idiot. The damage to your soul is in no way light."

  Then he sits there for a bit looking at me.

  "Well, it seems that matters here are well in hand. I have quite a bit of work elsewhere in the building. So take care and rest up. You need to be able to walk before your master makes it here." Cloak speaks and leaves.

  That leaves me here again in this room, quite bored out of my mind. Well, there is only one thing that can be done now. That would be to sleep. Gods know I am tired enough to sleep an entire month.