Kingdom Level Two: LitRPG Epic Fantasy: Kingdom, #2

​Kingdom Level Two

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A baptism of fire for a neophyte king.

Resigned to his fate, Robert must adapt to his new role as King of Anika. Expected to cleanse the kingdom of its many festering problems, he starts by trying to gain levels and useful skills.

But the daunting task quickly becomes a lesson in humility as he finds himself underpowered and overwhelmed. Desperate for gear and experience points, he stumbles upon a secret place so terrifying, he questions whether he can be an adventurer king at all.

For here he must learn the one true skill that matters above all others:

Survival.

​PROLOGUE

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Did we lose another King?

Erwin sat across the table from Fumi, while hacking at a rat carcass with a cleaver. They were trying to prepare breakfast, under a wooden lean-to in the middle of the muddy camp.

He'd been skinning rodents all morning, and now that he finished, what was his reward? Hacking more rats into little bits.

Fumi was lost in thought, cutting up a bunch of wild turnips Jace had found in the forest. She carefully carved each one into equal parts, scrutinizing every piece before tossing it into a boiling pot.

When the large woman didn't answer, Erwin asked, again, Is the King gone? He tried to keep his voice calm but failed. Recent events had put him through an emotional ringer. What he needed were reassurances. Solid answers.

Fumi frowned at another turnip, trying to find the best spot for the first cut. The King hasn't gone anywhere. He's resting. That's what kings do when they save an entire kingdom, they rest!

But he's been in that house for days! That can't be right. Something is wrong, Erwin said, slamming the cleaver into another skinned rat.

Ain't been days, the cook said. Just a day and two nights, is all. Nothing to get yourself all tied up into knots over. Now watch what you're doing with that cleaver! Cut them into even parts or everyone will complain!

I am watching! Erwin said. No need to yell at me! He knew what he was doing. Cutting rats had become his speciality. Ever since all the fish vanished from the sea, he'd been recruited to help Fumi with the meals despite his protests.

Well, maybe if you had better luck with that net of yours, we'd be supping on fish for breakfast, Fumi said.

Erwin couldn't blame her for being frustrated. But the barb hurt. Ever since the walls vanished, he'd been casting his net into the surf for hours and hours, right up until the sunset. He would have kept on fishing, too, if it wasn't so risky. The Kingdom might have been saved, but it was still a very dangerous place. Particularly at night.

I don't understand it, Erwin said. King Rob kills King Perrin and the walls disappear, and yet, there's still nothing to eat. Jace hasn't found any wild game to hunt and the seas are just as empty as they were before.

Satisfied with the measurements of its cut up parts, Fumi dropped another turnip into the pot. Perrin wasn't a king.

Sure he was. Saif made him the king, I was there, I saw it.

Fumi shook her head and tried to pick the next turnip candidate from the little pile on the table. He was a temporary solution to a long standing problem.

He may have just been temporary, but he was king. Right?

Just in name, for what good it did. And what was the end result of Saif's shenanigans? Walls. Big, towering walls, cutting off the land and squeezing us in.

Erwin went silent, focusing on his skinned rat. Everyone knew Fumi hated the Sage, even before he tried to make Perrin king. They had a history which Erwin wasn't privy to, nor wanted to be.

He glanced at Fumi, who was seething. Okay, Perrin wasn't King. Not one that mattered, anyway. Still doesn't explain the lack of fish and game. I thought we'd be overrun by now with a better choice of meat. He slammed his cleaver into a rat carcass and slid the quivering piece into a pile of others.

Hasn't been that long, Fumi said. Barely two days has passed. Everything trapped on the other side of the walls needs time to make their way in. Now, enough talk and watch what you're doing! You got to cut them into even pieces!

I am! Erwin shot back. He understood her stress. With the walls gone, people have been able to return to their homes and farmsteads, only to find their larders bare and family members missing. Most came to the main camp and loitered about. Some made the near fatal mistake of complaining about the boiled rat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Instead of a cleaver to the head, they'd received a verbal blasting from the massive cook.

Before, it was difficult for Fumi to keep only a handful of people fed. Now, she'd taken on everyone who arrived, each on the verge of starvation.

Still doesn't explain it, Erwin said, feebly trying to change the subject.

Doesn't explain what?

Where King Rob is.

I already told you, he hasn't gone anywhere. He's in his manor. At least, he was when I brought him dinner, yesterday evening.

Erwin perked up. You went to the manor?

I just said that, didn't I?

So you spoke to him?

No, Fumi seemed to curl inward a little, almost sheepishly. An odd gesture for someone so large and terrifying.

Did you even see him?

No, but I knew he was there. Saif was camped outside the door, waiting.

Saif said he was there? How can he be sure?

Fumi paused in her work to glare at the little Dockmaster. King Robert is resting. Nothing more. He's not missing. She returned to her cutting, but Erwin could tell she was bothered, too. The King was acting, well, oddly.

The first full day without the walls, and King Rob wouldn't emerge from his manor to do the kingly things expected of him. And there was so much to do! Break ground on the new castle, make proclamations, clear out the valley of its dangers, bring back the fish and make Erwin into a knight.

Did Saif say anything?

The less that Sage says, the better. Can't trust anything that comes out of that worm's mouth.

Another sore spot. Livio, the kingdom's Castellan, vanished while on a simple errand to find Saif. For some reason, Fumi suspected the Sage had something to do with the man's disappearance, but couldn't say why. At the time, everyone was going missing. No bodies, or clues as to where they'd gone. Erwin assumed whatever happened to them, happened to Livio.

Erwin held up a severed rat tail, shrugged, and threw it into the pile of cut parts. What if he never comes out then? What'll we do?

He'll come out.

But what if he doesn't?

Fumi suddenly reached over the table and yanked the cleaver from Erwin's grasp. That's it. I've had enough of your prattle. You can't even cut those things properly. People will complain! There won't be enough to go around!

Sorry, Erwin said, forlorn. He wiped the rat slime off his fingers with a rag. What should I do now?

Go bother Jace, Fumi said with a sigh. It started to rain, pattering against the wooden lean-to.

Cutting wood?

With the trap lines! Go make yourself useful! The cook returned to making the pathetic meal, grumbling.

Erwin stepped out from under the meager protection of the lean-to and into the growing rain. Dark clouds above gave the camp an even more miserable look, as if that was possible. Decrepit little mud-brick huts and makeshift shanties sat squat along the muddy trail which skirted the edge of Castle Hill.

He caught a glimpse of other people rushing about to get out of the rain, or adjusting their flimsy coverings. With the walls gone, people returned, but not many. At best maybe twenty in all had come back, only to make their way to the main camp, looking for supplies or a purpose.

They were all waiting for their new King, and so was Erwin.

The Dockmaster squinted up at the top of the hill. King Robert had placed the cornerstone there, but the castle still needed to be built. But by whom? Erwin couldn't imagine himself helping in such an endeavor. Fish was more his calling. And maybe chopping rats.

But if asked, he'd do what he could. A man always did what his King bid of him. That was the law.

Erwin picked his way along the muddy path, until the sad little buildings thinned out and he could head southeast toward the tree line. Even at this distance, he could hear the distinctive sounds of an axe cutting wood, over the hissing rain.

As he marched through the wet knee-high grass, he looked northward, toward the ocean. Although obscured by forest, he could feel her out there, her waves crashing against the shore like a beating heart. He was in tune with the seas in ways no one else understood, like it was the wife he never had. Fumi laughed at him when he told her about it, but her ambivalence didn't bother him. He knew it was the truth. He felt it.

Maybe he should skip checking the trap line and run down to the shore. He'd stand on the dock and cast out his nets. Rain almost always brought out the fish, if there were any to begin with. Maybe he'd get lucky.

The thought of angering Fumi further, yanked him back to his senses. He'd save another fishing attempt for later.

He entered the forest, following a cleared pathway of tree stumps, each freshly cut. Felled trees splayed along the ground, waiting to become firewood.

The chopping grew louder as he got closer. Each fell of the axe echoed off the surrounding forest to drown within its depths.

The woodcutter was hammering against the base of a tree, its branches trembling with each strike. As Erwin approached, the tree suddenly tilted and fell to the ground to join a dozen others.

You've been busy, Erwin said, looking about at the cleared area.

Jace turned at his voice. He was shirtless, the pale white skin of his muscular fame reminding Erwin of an alabaster dolphin.

Jace regarded Erwin. Is the camp okay?

Sure, I guess, Erwin said, running a hand over the bark of a stump. The rain made it feel like a wet scab. If by okay, you mean miserable and depressing, then yes.

Jace watched Erwin, then sighed. Fumi sent you away, again. He scratched at his great red beard, which somehow managed to maintain its full bristling glory in the rain.

She's mad.

She's always mad, Jace said, matter-of-factly. What is it now? The lack of fish? He struck the axe into a stump, then took a drink from a waterskin.

Erwin felt uncomfortable at the mention of fish. The King won't come out of his manor and no one knows why. It has Fumi all torn up. She wants to know when he's coming out.

If Jace didn't believe him, the woodcutter didn't show it. The King needs time to recover from the ordeal he went through at the crypt.

Erwin waved at the legion of fallen trees. You recovered. You both fought Perrin, and you both used healing potions. From what I can see, you've recovered just fine.

Jace closed his eyes and tilted his head back so the rain could spatter his face. After a few moments, he shook his head like a wet dog. We all recover in our own ways. Wasn't just physical. He's got things on his mind he needs to deal with before he comes out. That'd be my guess.

The words sounded uncertain, like the woodcutter couldn't quite understand King Rob's behavior, but didn't want to admit to it.

Erwin had a thousand questions for Jace since his return with King Rob. How was the fight with Perrin? What was the crypt like? Did they find any good loot? But he had shown enormous restraint, mostly imposed upon him by Fumi. Now, almost two full days later, Erwin found himself unable to ask any of them.

Jace may have looked unharmed, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes when you looked directly at him. Or was it pain?

Do you need any help? Erwin finally said. His questions could wait for another day. One where Jace wasn't so busy killing trees.

What do you mean?

I know you have the tree thing covered, but Fumi was wanting to make rabbit stew for dinner tonight. Did you set the trap line?

Jace stretched, audible pops emanating from his joint, then took up the axe. Of course, I did. Why? You want to check it yourself?

The last may not have been intended as a challenge, but to Erwin, it sounded like one. Yeah, I'm not afraid to do it on my own. Besides, things are safer now, right?

Jace wandered over to a tree and contemplated his next victim. Why would things be safer?

We have a king now.

The woodcutter snorted. Well then, I feel better already. When he noticed Erwin's confused look, he said, "The walls are gone, yes. But now everything and everyone that has been wanting to get into the valley, can.