Chapter 13: A Decision Made

The morning sun filtered through the thick canopy of trees as Alex completed his early training routines. His muscles ached from the intense drills, but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Alaric's offer. Joining the mercenary group while serving in the army seemed like a precarious balancing act. He couldn't shake the feeling that both paths were essential to his survival and purpose in this new world.

After training, Alex found a quiet spot in the barracks and pulled out the letter from Thal. He reread it, the words echoing in his mind. Thal's confidence in him was unwavering, and the recommendation to Alaric was clear. But what exactly did being a mercenary entail? And how could he possibly manage both roles without arousing suspicion?

"Still pondering over that letter, are we?" The system's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Thinking won't make you any stronger, you know."

Alex sighed. "I need to make sure I'm making the right decision."

"Right decision? You're in a world where people swing swords and cast spells. Right decisions are a luxury you can't afford. Just pick a path and stick to it."

Alex shook his head, frustrated by the system's relentless taunting. He stood up and headed toward the training grounds, deciding to speak with Alaric that evening. If he was to balance both worlds, he needed to understand the full extent of what he was getting into.

Alex focused on his training more than any of the recruits did. An army isn't as strong as a soldier's strength, sometimes the effectiveness of an army is in the strategist's hands. It was clear that for this batch of recruits, only a handful of them would be selected to be in the final list of Eldorian's official army. Even a smaller number will be selected to be promoted to higher ranks, thus they knew that what matters the most is their obedience and loyalty.

Strength does matter, the Eldorian Army doesn't use double-edged blades. A blade that can strike an enemy in one slash but can also slash them alike. Obedience, loyalty, and most importantly patriotism. One of the reasons why the long waiting time is because only people who are interested will want to wait for months just to be a soldier in training.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Alex made his way to the Broken Sword Inn. The inn was bustling with activity; patrons filled the wooden tables, and the smell of roasted meat and ale permeated the air. He scanned the room and spotted Alaric behind the bar, serving drinks with practiced ease.

Alaric was an older man, his small build belying the strength and agility hidden beneath his loose, dark clothing. His white mustache was neatly groomed, and his eyes twinkled with a mix of wisdom and mischief. Alex approached the bar, feeling the weight of his decision pressing down on him.

Before he could reach Alaric, a burly man intentionally bumped into Alex. "Watch where you're going, kid," the man growled, clearly looking for trouble. Alex knew this guy, it was Garret. The man from before, who did the same thing as well. Alex could see that he was looking for vengeance.

Alex clenched his fists, ready to defend himself, but Alaric's voice cut through the tension. "That's enough, Garret. Leave him be."

The man named Garret glared at Alex but backed off, muttering under his breath. Alaric motioned for Alex to follow him to a quieter corner of the inn. They sat down at a small table, and Alaric leaned in, his expression serious.

"I see you have something on your mind," Alaric said.

Alex nodded, "I have something to tell you, but I think it needs to be in private."

Alaric's eyes flickered with recognition, but he remained discreet. "Follow me." He led Alex to a hidden room behind the bar, away from prying eyes and ears. The room was small but well-furnished, with maps and documents scattered on a wooden desk.

"What's this about?" Alaric asked once they were seated.

"I want to join your mercenary group," Alex sighed and continued. "But I'm also committed to the army. I don't know how to balance both."

Alaric leaned back, stroking his mustache thoughtfully. "Our mercenary group operates in the shadows, as I've said. We have members embedded in all kinds of professions, from soldiers to merchants. Our goal is to root out the Black Hand, and we need eyes and ears everywhere."

"You'd be a covert operative. When a mission comes up, you'll be notified. You'll continue your duties in the army but report to us when necessary."

The system chimed in, its tone mocking. "Sounds like a lot of running around. You sure you can handle it, hero?"

Alex ignored the jibe, focusing on Alaric. "What kind of missions are we talking about?"

"Gathering intelligence, sabotage, sometimes even assassination if it comes to that," Alaric said bluntly. "It's dangerous work, but it's crucial for the safety of the kingdom."

Alex took a deep breath, the enormity of the situation becoming clearer. He had come to this world seeking a fresh start, a chance to make a difference. But the reality was far more complex and perilous than he had imagined.

"Are you in?" Alaric asked, his eyes searching Alex's face for any sign of hesitation.

The system's voice echoed in Alex's mind, dripping with sarcasm. "Well, this should be entertaining. Let's see how long you last."

Alex met Alaric's gaze, his resolve hardening. "I'm in."

Alaric nodded approvingly. "Good. Welcome to the Shadows. We'll be in touch soon."

Before Alex could leave, Alaric opened a small chest beside the desk and pulled out several masks, each intricately designed and representing different attributes and roles within the Shadows. "Every member of our group wears a mask during missions. It symbolizes our unity and anonymity. Choose one."

Alex examined the masks. There was a wolf, symbolizing cunning and loyalty; a hawk, representing vigilance and precision; a dragon, embodying strength and power. His eyes finally settled on a mask depicting a phoenix, its design elegant and fierce.

"That's the Phoenix Mask," Alaric said, noting Alex's interest. "It symbolizes rebirth, stealth, and determination. It's a rare choice, but fitting for someone who's starting anew."

Alex nodded, picking up the mask. It felt right, a symbol of his journey and his determination to forge a new path. "I'll take it."

"Good choice," Alaric said with a smile. "Wear it with pride. And remember, as a member of the Shadows, you're part of something larger. We operate in the dark, but our purpose is to protect and serve the light."

Alaric leaned back in his chair, stroking his mustache thoughtfully. "Since you're part of the Shadows now, there are some privileges and responsibilities you need to know about. We function like dark shadows, moving silently and unseen. We have members in all kinds of work, gathering information and performing tasks without anyone knowing who we really are."

Alex listened intently, understanding the gravity of his new role. "So, I'll continue my duties in the army, but also handle missions for the Shadows?"

"Exactly," Alaric confirmed. "You won't have to leave the army. Your work with us will be on a need-to-know basis. When a mission comes up, you'll be briefed and given your orders. It's a dangerous game, but the kingdom's safety depends on it."

"And what about the Black Hand?" Alex asked. "What role do they play in all this?"

"The Black Hand is a dark organization with tendrils in every part of the kingdom," Alaric explained. "Our goal is to root them out, expose their plans, and thwart their schemes. It's a constant battle, but with operatives like you, we have a fighting chance."

The system's voice interrupted, filled with mock enthusiasm. "Oh, joy. Another secret war. This should be fun."

Alex ignored the system's sarcasm, focusing on Alaric. "I'm ready. Whatever it takes, I'll do my part."

Alaric stood up, offering his hand. "Welcome to the Shadows, Alex. We'll be in touch."

As Alex left the inn, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He had made his decision, but the challenges ahead were daunting. Balancing his duties in the army with his new role as a covert operative would require all his skills and wits.

The system's voice broke through his thoughts. "Just remember, every choice has consequences. Let's see if you can handle yours."