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“While you’re here, why not read up on Veight Von Aindorf as well? You might make some interesting discoveries.”
“I admit he does seem like an interesting individual, but...all of the Black Werewolf King plays have made him feel larger than life. There are too many exaggerations in the books written about him, so it’s hard to tell fact from fiction.”
“The books only contain the truth, actually. Even the plays are mostly truthful, though they’ve dramatized some sections.”
Everyone in Meraldia says the same thing, which is why I can’t take them seriously. Granted, these letters at least prove Veight had wielded an enormous amount of influence among all the nations on the continent, as well as Kuwol. Empress Micha and her father, Duke Lekomya, had written to Veight as if they were good friends. King Shumar had even wanted to name his first son Veight, and apparently only stopped after Veight begged him not to. He had also asked Veight about national secrets that definitely should not have left the royal family and sought his advice on confidential matters. Veight’s advice had been pretty good, but it was insane to me that anyone would ask a foreign official for help on such matters.
If all of these letters were indeed truthful primary sources, it meant this Veight was responsible for the slow death of Rolmund’s outdated slavery system, helping Rolmund mend relations with the Sternenfeuer cult, and for aiding Kuwol in building friendly relations with the neighboring nomadic tribes. Not to mention, it seemed Veight had secretly gone to Rolmund and Kuwol to directly influence events. He’d taken his elite Werewolf Unit with him to suppress rebellions in Rolmund and assist Empress Micha and Empress Eleora with covert activities.
Wait... He’d helped Empress Eleora, was a member of the Commonwealth Council, and was a strategist skilled at covert operations, as well as a master negotiator and diplomat. Isn’t that exactly what people say about Veight Gerun Friedensrichter?
“Don’t tell me...”
I looked up to ask the handsome young man if my suspicions were correct, but he was nowhere to be found. I picked up the can of tea he’d left for me, warming my hands. Who was that guy, anyway? While I was a little curious about him, I was far more interested in the books before me.
This wasn’t strictly related to my original goal, but scholarship was all about discovering new branches to study. The straightforward path wasn’t always the correct one, so I might as well take a detour for now.
“This Veight sure seems like an interesting figure, huh...”
I took out my magic-powered writing tablet and started writing bullet points on Veight Von Aindorf as I read more about him.
Just who was this strange yet captivating man?