Oh Ye of Gilded Alloy

[akemimera]

It has been quite awhile since I have wrote in this log. Turns out, despite everything, life does in fact keep one rather busy.

In the time between when I first logged my thoughts down on paper, I have seen a great many things. A friend, a cousin in some respects, blessed by Alacritas in full. Trials of dispute, that had changed a fair number of things, and a former foe on the battlefield, for a lack of a better word, a new friend. And of course more disturbing, reports of old monsters returning to these lands. Sometimes I wonder even with all the trivial bickering I have seen, how we even got this far. I suppose I will figure that out in a few more years.

As for me, I have not been idle in my own works. I now oversee and protect a church and a nation, and continue to keep pondering the Lessons of Winter, as I progress forward. While I serve the Silver Constant, one cannot deny that the Goddess of the Hunt is far better suited for lessons when it comes to hunting down Fel and their Ilk. Even the Golden Constant's words still are carried with me.

'The Grace of Hope is King

Your undying light is absolute

Rise with the sunlight

Descend like a heavy night upon the Adversary

And cast evil to the depths.'

And now, as I join the fleet for the push to retake a land corrupted, I wonder if this will be the last time I will get to write. I am under no illusions as to the dangers of war, even more dangerous when out over open waters. And yet, my oaths, and my own conscience will not allow to me stand in the back, while others put their own lives on the line. My only concern during this is for the occultists that may be fighting with me. I read the reports of what happens should an imperfect be present, and I worry I might not be able to pull my blows should that come to pass.

Ainz, if I don't make it back, look after the old man for me.