CHAPTER 38: ALLIANCE FORGED

Three days passed with agonizing slowness while Raze’s team waited for word from Lady Anastasia. Each morning they checked with Temple contacts, each evening they reviewed contingency plans if she chose silence over cooperation, and each night they wondered if their gamble had failed spectacularly.

On the fourth morning a messenger arrived at the Copper Rest, a guard in unmarked armor carrying a sealed letter addressed simply to "The Researchers." The innkeeper directed him to their room where Raze accepted the correspondence with carefully controlled excitement.

"It’s from her," he said, breaking the seal and scanning the contents quickly. "She wants to meet at her estate this afternoon, says she has much to discuss regarding her son’s treatment and other matters."

"Other matters meaning our proposal," Mariabel translated, reading over his shoulder. "She’s ready to talk about testifying."

"Or she’s setting a trap," Kael cautioned, ever the voice of analytical skepticism. "Inviting us to isolated location after we revealed we want to expose her husband, that could easily be arrangement for Venn’s people to quietly eliminate us."

"Possible but unlikely," Raze countered, his Absolute Genius weighing probabilities. "If she wanted us dead she could have simply reported us to Venn immediately after our first meeting, waiting days to spring a trap makes no tactical sense when immediate action would be safer for her."

"Besides," Aslan added quietly, "the letter specifically mentions her son’s response to treatment, she wouldn’t bother with that detail if this was just ambush setup."

They prepared quickly, gathering supplies and ensuring they had emergency escape options if things went catastrophically wrong. The remaining two vials of cure were packed carefully in protective cases, too valuable to risk losing even if the meeting turned hostile.

The journey to Anastasia’s estate felt different this time, anticipation replacing the nervous uncertainty of their first visit. The same guards manned the entrance but their demeanor had shifted from professional wariness to something closer to respect, clearly having received instructions about these particular visitors.

"Lady Anastasia is expecting you," the captain of the guard said as they approached, his tone formal but not unfriendly. "Please follow me, she’s arranged refreshments in the main sitting room."

They were escorted through the manor with considerably more ceremony than before, servants bowing as they passed and doors opening before them without need to knock. The treatment spoke to deliberate choice by Anastasia to signal their status had elevated from suspicious strangers to honored guests.

The sitting room was the same bright space from their previous visit but the atmosphere had transformed completely. Sunlight still streamed through tall windows but now it illuminated a room that felt alive rather than weighted by despair, small touches like fresh flowers and open curtains speaking to hope returning after long absence.

Thomas’s bed remained near the windows but the child himself looked dramatically different from four days ago. Color had returned fully to his face, his breathing was deep and regular, and though he still slept his small body no longer carried the wasted appearance of imminent death.

"Please, sit," a servant said, gesturing to comfortable chairs arranged around a low table laden with tea and pastries. "Lady Anastasia will join you momentarily, she asks that you help yourselves while waiting."

They settled into the offered seats, accepting tea more out of politeness than actual desire for refreshment. Raze’s eyes kept returning to Thomas, cataloging the visible improvements and confirming what the letter had suggested about the cure’s effectiveness.

"He looks healthier," Mariabel observed quietly. "Dramatically healthier, the treatment is working faster than Kael predicted."

"Philosopher stone is powerful when properly administered," Kael said, professional satisfaction evident in his tone. "The mana corruption is being purged efficiently, within another week he’ll be completely clear of crystallization."

Footsteps approached from the hallway and they all turned as Lady Anastasia entered, her transformation matching her son’s in its dramatic nature. The exhausted, grief-stricken woman from their first meeting had been replaced by someone who stood straighter, whose eyes held clarity instead of despair, whose entire bearing spoke to burden lifted after years of crushing weight.

"Thank you for coming," she said, moving to sit across from them with grace that hadn’t been present before. "I apologize for the manner of invitation, sending a guard rather than using Sister Elizabeth as intermediary, but I wanted to keep her separated from what we’re about to discuss."

"To protect her from potential consequences," Raze understood immediately. "If Venn discovers we’re working together, anyone who facilitated that connection becomes target for retaliation."

"Exactly," Anastasia confirmed, gratitude flickering in her expression at his quick comprehension. "Elizabeth has been kind to my son and I won’t repay that kindness by making her vulnerable to my husband’s attention, whatever agreement we reach today must appear to have happened without her knowledge or involvement."

"We can work with that," Mariabel assured her. "Our contact with Elizabeth was brief and could easily be explained as coincidental encounters during Temple visits, nothing that would suggest deliberate facilitation."

Anastasia nodded, some tension leaving her shoulders. "Good, that’s important to me." She paused, gathering herself before continuing. "I owe you an apology for how I reacted during your first visit, you offered my son life without conditions and I responded with hostility and suspicion."

"You were protecting yourself and Thomas," Raze said simply. "Trust is dangerous in your position, we understood even if we hoped for different immediate reaction."

"Still, you deserved better than being thrown out after providing such miraculous cure." Anastasia’s voice caught slightly. "The first dose worked exactly as your alchemist promised, Thomas’s breathing stabilized within an hour and color returned to his face, for the first time in five years I watched my son heal instead of deteriorate."

She stood and moved to Thomas’s bedside, one hand resting gently on his small shoulder. "He hasn’t woken yet but his body is recovering, the corruption that was killing him is being purged systematically, you gave me back my child when every physician in the capital had declared him beyond saving."

"We’re glad the treatment is effective," Kael said professionally. "The remaining two doses should complete the purification process, administered one dose every three days until the sequence finishes, within two weeks he’ll be healthy enough to wake and within a month he’ll be fully recovered."

Anastasia returned to her seat, composure firmly back in place despite the emotional weight of the topic. "Which brings us to why I really asked you here today, you saved my son without demanding payment and then offered continued treatment even after I refused to help with your plans against my husband, that kind of generosity is so rare it’s almost incomprehensible."

"We meant what we said about Thomas deserving treatment regardless of political considerations," Raze replied. "But we also meant what we said about your husband’s corruption and the people responsible for creating it, the Twilight Syndicate has been using Venn as distribution channel for their products throughout Westia and that needs to be exposed."

At the mention of the Syndicate, Anastasia’s expression hardened with fury that had clearly been building for years. "The Twilight Syndicate," she repeated, the name dripping with venom. "They destroyed my family, corrupted my husband and turned him into monster I no longer recognize, I’ve suspected for years they might even be responsible for Thomas’s illness."

"Explain," Raze leaned forward, his Absolute Genius cataloging every detail.

Anastasia’s hands clenched in her lap, knuckles white with suppressed rage. "Five years ago my husband was different, he had his flaws like any man but he was fundamentally decent, he cared about governance and justice and doing right by the people under his authority." Her voice grew bitter. "Then he made contact with individuals offering to increase his wealth and influence through exclusive trade arrangements, they brought gifts of exotic substances and promised greater things if he’d simply look the other way regarding certain shipments through his territory."

She paused, pain evident in remembering. "At first it seemed harmless, Venn accepted some bribes and allowed contraband to pass without inspection, nothing dramatically different from what other lords did for additional income, but then the substances they’d given him as gifts began taking hold, I watched my husband become addicted to powders and pills that changed his personality completely."

"The Syndicate’s standard corruption pattern," Raze said quietly. "Offer gifts that create dependency, then leverage that dependency for greater cooperation, by the time the target realizes they’re compromised they’re too deep to extract themselves without catastrophic consequences."

"Yes," Anastasia confirmed. "Within a year Venn had transformed from occasionally corrupt lord into full distributor for their operations, his manor became center for drug trade and worse depravities, he spent our family wealth on excess and vice while ignoring actual governance responsibilities."

"And Thomas?" Mariabel asked gently.

"Thomas became sick shortly after Venn’s transformation began," Anastasia’s voice dropped to barely above whisper. "The physicians called it spontaneous mana corruption but I’ve never believed in coincidences, my son’s illness appeared exactly when my husband started handling Syndicate products extensively, when our home filled with their substances and associates."

She looked at them with desperate intensity. "I can’t prove they poisoned him deliberately, can’t demonstrate causal connection that would satisfy legal standards, but I know in my heart that Thomas’s suffering is another crime to lay at the Syndicate’s feet alongside everything else they’ve destroyed."

"Whether deliberately poisoned or accidentally exposed to their products, the result is the same," Raze said firmly. "Thomas became collateral damage in their corruption of your husband, they bear responsibility either way."

"I had to leave," Anastasia continued, tears forming despite her efforts at control. "I couldn’t stay in that manor watching my son die while my husband drowned in depravity, I brought Thomas here to my family’s estate and hired guards to keep Venn’s associates away from him, for three years I’ve watched my baby slowly die while the man who should have been fighting to save him chose drugs and prostitutes over his own child."

The raw pain in her voice was almost physical, years of suppressed fury and grief pouring out now that someone was finally listening. "Venn visits perhaps twice yearly, spends an hour with Thomas and then returns to his pleasures without even asking about treatment options or prognosis, he’s already mourned our son and moved on while Thomas still breathes."

Silence fell heavy as they processed the full scope of what the Syndicate’s corruption had cost this family, not just a corrupted lord but a destroyed marriage and dying child and mother forced to watch helplessly while everything fell apart.

Finally Raze spoke, his voice steady and determined. "We’re going to expose them, both the Syndicate’s operations and your husband’s complicity in distributing their poison throughout Westia, but we need your help to build case strong enough that the crown can’t ignore or suppress it."

"What do you need?" Anastasia asked immediately, no hesitation in her response.

"Testimony about the Syndicate’s initial contact with Venn, about how they corrupted him systematically, about the timeline of Thomas’s illness in relation to your husband’s involvement with their operations," Raze listed methodically. "Documentation if you have access to any records of transactions or communications, names of Syndicate associates who’ve visited the manor, anything concrete that connects Venn to criminal organization."

"I can provide all of that," Anastasia said firmly. "I kept records during the early years before I fled, documents showing financial transactions and correspondence with known criminals, I’ve maintained detailed journal of Venn’s deterioration and Thomas’s parallel decline, I can testify to everything I witnessed and provide evidence to support that testimony."

Relief flooded through Raze so intensely it was almost dizzying, they had their witness and she was offering more cooperation than he’d dared hope for. "That’s exactly what we need, with your testimony and documentation we can build case that reaches beyond Venn to implicate the Syndicate itself."

"When do you need this?" Anastasia asked practically.

"Not immediately, we still need to secure the second and third elements of our plan before moving overtly against Venn," Raze explained. "But knowing you’re willing to testify when the time comes is crucial, it means we can proceed with confidence that the cornerstone of our case is solid."

"You have my word," Anastasia said solemnly. "Whenever you’re ready to move against my husband and the people who destroyed him, I will stand before the crown and tell them everything, I will provide every piece of evidence I possess and I will not recant no matter what pressure is applied."

She stood, moved to a desk in the corner and pulled out a sealed case. "These are copies of the documents I mentioned, financial records and correspondence spanning the first two years of Venn’s corruption, I’ve kept them hidden here against the day when someone might actually be willing to act against him."

Raze accepted the case carefully, recognizing the weight of what she was entrusting to them. "We’ll keep these secure, study them to understand the full scope of connections between Venn and the Syndicate, when we move we’ll have everything organized to maximum effect."

Kael produced the remaining two vials of cure, handing them to Anastasia with careful instructions. "One dose every three days as I mentioned, the purification process needs time to work completely without shocking his system, after the final dose Thomas should wake within a day or two and be completely healthy within the month."

"Thank you," Anastasia whispered, clutching the vials like sacred artifacts. "Thank you for giving me back my son, for offering justice against the monsters who destroyed my family, for being exactly what you claimed to be despite every reason I had to doubt."

"We keep our promises," Raze said simply. "Thomas will be cured completely and Venn will face consequences for his crimes, both of those things will happen because they’re the right outcomes regardless of difficulty in achieving them."

They finalized remaining details, establishing secure communication method through Anastasia’s personal guard so Elizabeth remained completely separated from their cooperation. When everything was arranged to mutual satisfaction they prepared to depart.

"One more thing," Anastasia said as they reached the door. "You mentioned needing second and third elements beyond my testimony, if those elements require resources or assistance I can provide, you need only ask, my family’s wealth survived Venn’s wasteful spending and I’ll spend every coin of it to see justice done."

"We’ll remember that," Raze assured her. "For now focus on Thomas’s recovery, we’ll contact you when we’re ready to move to the next phase."

The journey back to the capital felt triumphant despite their exhaustion, they’d secured the first crucial piece of their plan and gained ally with resources beyond just testimony. The documents Anastasia provided would give them concrete evidence of Syndicate operations, connection points they could exploit to build even stronger case.

Back at the Copper Rest they spread the documents across their table, examining financial records and correspondence with growing understanding of how deeply the Syndicate had infiltrated Westia’s governance structure. Venn wasn’t the only corrupted lord, just the most visible one in the capital.

"This is bigger than we thought," Kael said, his analytical mind processing the scope. "The Syndicate has connections to at least six other noble houses, distribution network spanning three kingdoms, financial resources that dwarf most legitimate merchant operations."

"Which makes exposing them more important and more dangerous," Mariabel added. "We’re not just taking down one corrupt lord, we’re threatening criminal organization with reach into the highest levels of multiple governments."

"That’s why we need the second and third elements secured before moving overtly," Raze said, his Absolute Genius already working through next steps. "Lady Anastasia gives us testimony and evidence, but we need someone with access to Venn’s current operations for real-time intelligence, and we need distribution channel that can’t be suppressed to ensure the evidence reaches people who matter."

"The second person you mentioned before," Aslan said. "Who has access to Venn’s household and current activities, who are they?"

"Someone close to Venn who sees everything but remains invisible," Raze explained, pulling out the notes he’d been making. "Someone who knows his schedule and associates and operations because they’re present for all of it despite being beneath notice."

"A servant," Mariabel understood immediately. "You want to recruit someone from inside the manor."

"Not just any servant, a specific one I know exists because of certain information I’ve acquired," Raze said carefully, not wanting to reveal his game knowledge too explicitly. "Venn’s personal secretary, a man who manages his schedule and correspondence and finances, someone who sees literally everything because he’s required to organize it all."

"Getting someone that close to Venn to betray him will be nearly impossible," Kael warned. "Personal secretaries are chosen for loyalty and compensated well enough to ensure continued discretion."

"Usually yes," Raze agreed. "But this particular secretary has reason to hate Venn beyond what money can compensate for, personal motivation that makes him potential asset if approached correctly."

"And the third element?" Aslan asked. "The news distribution channel?"

"That requires visiting the independent press, journalists who’ve built reputation on exposing corruption without fear of noble retribution," Raze explained. "There’s a specific operation called The Truth Ledger, run by woman named Helena Graves, she’s made enemies of half the nobility by publishing stories they’d prefer stayed buried."

"Sounds dangerous," Mariabel observed.

"It is, which is why Helena is still alive and operating despite those enemies," Raze said with slight smile. "She’s too visible to eliminate quietly and too careful to be caught in obvious trap, killing her would just make everything she’s published more credible and inspire others to continue her work."

"So we approach her with evidence and testimony, convince her to publish comprehensive exposé of Venn and the Syndicate," Kael summarized. "Once it’s public the crown has to act or face accusations of being complicit in covering up criminal operations."

"Exactly," Raze confirmed. "Three elements working together, testimony from Anastasia establishing historical pattern, intelligence from the secretary providing current operations, and publication through Helena ensuring everything reaches the public and can’t be suppressed through normal channels."

They spent the rest of the evening organizing the documents from Anastasia, categorizing evidence by type and relevance, building framework for case that would eventually bring down not just Venn but potentially destabilize the Syndicate’s entire Westian operation.

As night deepened Raze stood at the window looking out over the capital, his mind already moving to next steps. They’d accomplished the first objective ahead of schedule, Lady Anastasia was committed ally with resources and evidence they desperately needed.

Now came the dangerous part, infiltrating Venn’s inner circle through his secretary and establishing contact with independent press known for making powerful enemies. Both carried risks that could expose them prematurely if handled incorrectly.

But they’d survived worse odds through careful planning and execution, they’d face these challenges the same way they’d faced everything else since forming the Four Stars.

Together, methodically, and with absolute commitment to seeing justice done regardless of personal cost.

Tomorrow they’d begin identifying the secretary and planning their approach.

Tomorrow they’d take the second step toward exposing corruption that reached far beyond one man’s depravity.

Tomorrow the real infiltration would begin.

But tonight they’d celebrate securing their first major ally and remember why they were doing this in the first place, not just to bring down Venn but to protect people like Thomas from becoming collateral damage in the Syndicate’s pursuit of profit through human suffering.

The capital slept around them, unaware that in a small inn room four young cultivators had just taken the first major step toward exposing corruption that reached into the kingdom’s highest levels.

One step down, two more to go.