Chapter 202: Debts


    To say that Amir Abu Saleh looked bad was an understatement. It wasnt like he was a guy that always looked good since he always looked stressed, rushed and desperate to get himself organized. So if he looked especially bad, he looked <em>bad</em>.


    Hed been a helpfulbut usuallytesupervisor for Alexs independent alchemical studiesst year, but he always seemed to be ying catch up with his own stuff, the students he was tutoring, and his work with Professor Jules.


    Sleep deprivation was kind of the norm for Amir, and whenever Alex saw him around campus, he always had a massive tin jar filled with coffee or tea in his hand.


    But, ever since the first meeting for the expedition, hed gone from merely looking bad, to looking absolutely terrible. He was usually sweating, his tall hat was almost always crooked, and his robes were bing so wrinkled, that they looked like he slept in them.


    There were roon-like circles under his eyes, and the bottom of his face was more stubble than skin...today was no different.


    Hey, man, you okay? Alex asked, before immediately regretting the question. Why did people always ask that of someone who obviously did not look okay?


    Next thing you know you, hed be asking someone whos leg had been mauled by demon ws and fangs: Hey, you, are you okay? Your legs looking a little like ground meat, <em>but</em><em>are you okay?</em>


    Oh yeah, Amir paused, slowing down and smiling weakly at Alex before throwing a nervous nce at the towering ygon. Im okay.


    No really, Im not asking you to be polite, Im asking if you. Are. Okay? Alex asked again.


    That was the other thing about the are you okay? question. No matter how badly someone was doing, they were always kind of expected to answer with a, yes.


    Even that imaginary man with the demon-mauled leg in Alexs mind would probably have said: Oh yeah, Im fine when asked the same inane question.


    Well. Amir grimaced, shrugging. You know how it is, theres a lot to do. A <em>lot</em> to do these days. It can stretch me thin. One responsibility drags into the next, which makes the next thingte, and then you need more time to make up for itresponsibilitiesit never ends.


    Alex paused, not knowing quite what to say to that.


    Maybe that was why people only wanted others to respond with fine and good to how are you doing?


    Plus He paused. therere also others that need help too, during these busy times. Amir gave a delirious chuckle that sounded almost as high-pitched and mildly hysterical as one of Professor ValRoksughs. You know, these arent even my books. A friend borrowed them from the library and left them in theb, but now he has a ss to teach: so here I am, running the books back to the library before some lower year student gets their hands on them and summons something they


    Amirs words trailed off, looking at the beetles crawling over Alexs clothes. Ah.


    Shouldnt have? Alex finished for him. On that subject...Can I ask you a question?


    Ah. Amir smiled weakly. Ill answer, but could you do me a favour and walk with me? He lifted the books and shook them a little to emphasize their weight. I''d really like to get these delivered.


    Oh yeah, uh sure, sorry. Here, Ill carry some, Alex said.


    No need to apologize, I was your supervisor, Im sort of expected to answer your questions, after all. And thanks for the offer, but if anyone even thought that I put these in your hands, thered be hell to pay!


    Alex nodded, looking at the books with curiosity. Yeah, I get that.


    The two young men emerged from The Cells as Alex described what had happened with his summoning.


    Before I summoned these cute little guys, I identally summoned something else when I mispronounced a word. It looked like a schar, but likealso kinda like a crayfish? Do you happen to know what it was?


    Hmmmm. the graduate student frowned. It sounds like a Deep Sea Devil, or at least thats what we call them. I believe the schar have their own name for them in theirnguages. Some of their organs are very handy in the creation of magical items having to do with creating water, making water breathable, and shaping it.


    Right. Alex nodded as the beetles crawled over him and ygon followed behind. He nced back at ygon, remembering how his fist had stopped the creature. They cant be very powerful, can they?


    From what you described, it seems you summoned a young one, Amir said, shifting the books in his grip and sweating under the sunlight. They grow for much of their immortal lives. The older ones are able to be bargained with fairly easily: the part of the elemental ne of water where theye from is <em>full</em> of higher tier predators if I remember correctly. So, if you can help them inbat against one of their enemies, youll likely get their service for a long time. Theyre not actually true devils, but they still keep their word like devils do, even without the innate magic in summoning spells. Theyre a good choice.


    A good choice.


    Alliances inbat.


    That brought Alexs mind back to the deal offered by Roderich. Services exchanged against amon enemy. Then he thought of Fan-Dor and Gel-Dor. Theyd saved his life from the mana vampire thatd attacked him on <em>The Red Siren</em>, andto this dayhe was grateful to them.


    When he became a better skilled wizardand with any hope, a hell of a lot richerhed like to do something for them beyond just sharing the mana vampire bounty. After all, theyd given him a lot by teaching him the Sword-and-Oar Dance, which had saved his life more than a few times over.


    His mind went to thoughts of life and debts.


    He paused, turning to Amir.


    Hey, maybe this is a weird questionI probably should be asking Professor Mangal, but what if a summoned creature owes you their life?


    Amir winced. their life?


    Yeah like, Alex gathered his thoughts. If you summoned an otherworldly monster or spirit that had to be defending their lives all the timeif you helped them, would they have gratitude for that? I mean, I know it sounds like an odd question, but I was thinking that some of them<strong></strong>live a really long timeand some are immortal, but they can still die in battle and such, right? I know they kinda think about things differently from us mortals. So, I was wondering what would happen if someone saved their life, would it be important to them, or would that be like saying, youre weak to them?


    Amir was quiet for a long moment.


    It depends, he finally said. To some spiritsjust as it is with some humansa life-debt is the most powerful debt you can carryfor others it doesnt matter as much. With humans it depends on their culture, and individual<strong></strong>values, but with spirits, it depends on their kind and their individual nature. what about you? How would you deal with a life-debt?


    Me? Alex said, even though he was the only one Amir was talking to. Thats a tricky one.


    In some ways, one could say that Alex might owe his life to McHarris. Not in the literal sense, but the bakers pay had kept him and his sister fed and clothed, especially when the Lus were going through lean times. Theresas family was well off now, and their business had be sessful, but that wasnt always the case, and they had a lot of mouths to feed.


    But if McHarris ever came to him and said something like: You know, boy, you owe me your life?, he would immediately have ygon punch the abusive asshole in his face.


    Professor Mangal talked about needing to develop a healthy reciprocal rtionship with creatures when youre using Rtional Contract Summoning.


    I guess it would depend on who it was that saved my life, I suppose. Like, if someone saved my life, then just used that to guilt me into doing whatever they wanted, then I have to say, no life-debts worth that in my opinion.


    Hrm, thats a cynical way to look at it, Amir sighed as they neared the library. Thats the thing with life-debts and rtionships in general: sometimes for the rtionship or honour, you do things that are just for the other person. Especially if they need you. Butthats it, life-debts mean different things. If I were you, I wouldnt try to get too in love with the idea. Someone owing you their lifeor vice versa, is a very powerful thing. Somethimes theres a lot of grey in situations like that.


    Yeah, I guess thats true, Alex said. In any case, youre right: I guess its not something that Id want to intentionally do. Anyway, thanks for the advice, man. And try to take care of yourself.


    Amir gave a weak smile. I will.


    After he and Amir reached the library and went their separate ways, Alex met Isolde shortly afterward as he was looking for books about elementals from the ne of water. He saw hering upstairs and waved to her.


    There was a troubled look on her face.


    Let me guess, he said as she came up to him in the rows of books. Hydra Companionhood?


    She nodded. They have approached Khalik and Theresa as well, and the one who spoke with me said they would be approaching all of us.


    Yeah, Alex said. I got told the same thing. Sowhat do you think?


    No, you first.


    He shrugged. Likeits not the worst idea in the world. I mean, wed get support from themits not like wed have a life-debt to them or anything, and wed be getting support we could use to not only crush the Brotherhood<em>and</em> Derrickbut we could ce closer to the top. Plus, wed get some coin out of it. So, what about you?


    Isolde shook her head. I am against it. There would be no honour in it, and the pride of striving and crushing our enemies by our own merits alone would be gone.


    Alex shrugged. I was a bakers assistant untilst year, the only honour I know about is the honours roll at school. Im thinking that itd be better just to win and get the prize overallbut I get it. I<em> would </em>actually feel better if we did it ourselves.


    Mhm, Isolde nodded. And another thing urs to me as well. She nced around then leaned in close to Alex. I was thinkingif our team performs well in The Games, then perhaps we could recruit our team members for our expeditionary group to your homnd. Of course, we would naturally include our cabal, but Grimloch for example, would also be a fair addition to our forces. If we have outside help, then we wouldnt quite see how our team would perform together outside of Generasi.


    Yeah, I see your point. He shrugged. I also see good things about going either way, but we can bring it up with the group.


    Mhm, and speaking of groups, youll probably get a message soon: Baelin wants another meeting of the expeditionary team tomorrow. She sighed. So much to juggle: the expedition, The Games of Roal, schoolthis demon summoner debacle.


    Well get through it. Just dont run yourself ragged again, okay? he said.


    She gave him a weak smile. I shall attempt not to, but there are a few spells that I am hoping to master by the time The Games begin. I think everyone is trying to learn a new trick or two.


    Yeah, Theresas trying to get her parents to watch one of our training sessions. Maybe thatll help make them morefortable with everything.


    Isolde raised an eyebrow. Theresas parentsck forfort? Much of the inss facilities are designed to suit nobility.


    Oh no, not that kind of difort. Didnt we tell you? Alex asked.


    She shook her head.


    Oh. Well, when they arrived at the port, thats just when the demon summoner struck, and of course, Baelin was away at the time.


    ah. A poor first impression, I could see being diforted with that fiend roaming free. I think they can takefort knowing that The Chancellor has his mind bent toward crushing him, though.


    Yeah, Alex said. You shouldve seen him tear apart the first demon at the rally for the priestsst year. Im sure this summonerll think twice about attacking with him around.


    Noway Alex murmured, staring down at the note that had just arrived.


    It was the next morning and a messenger constructone that was actually invisible until it flew into his room and perched on his pillow, scaring approximately three decades off his lifespandelivered a message to him.


    He looked at the message written in Baelins handwriting.


    <em>Apologies for thest minute notice.</em>


    <em>My own cabal called for my aid, and I am afraid that I cannot attend todays meeting. I booked the day off and our meeting was not urgent so no need to make a fuss, I should be back in Generasi by tomorrow.</em>


    <em>- Chancellor Baelin</em>


    And on the day that Mr. and Mrs. Lu were supposed to watch them training with their team for the Games of Roal.