“Where do you think yoing? A teleportation scroll won’t save you from me, I have unfinished business with you, Chazrick!” Dink shouted, brandishing his sword.

  He kicked open the door while murderously rushing toward the pair of departing High-elves. Thick green light swirled around the pair’s feet. It rotated faster as it climbed to engulf them. It didn’t look like it would plete its activation before Dink reached them.

  Prince Chazrick frowned in annoya Dink’s aggressive entrance. His eyes drifted to the caged Myid resting in his off-hand. His hands flexed subsciously at his side to test their movement. It appeared both of their draic bloodlines were still being suppressed by Master Tavia’s magic.

  “t yourself fortunate for Master Tavia’s intervention. I would have already collected your head as a trophy to mount inside my study. Do not deceive yourself into believing I haven’t noticed your ana focus. Your earlier outburst was only possible through external stimution. I am not bound by such limitations,” Chazrick arrogantly stated.

  “Stop stalling for time. I’m not here to listen to you stroke yo while you flee like a coward,” Dink sneered.

  “Tsk. You think too highly of yourself, Goblin,” Chazrick haughtily replied.

  “How about I make things fortable for you? I’ll put aside the mushroom so we fight man to man without bloodlines. Regardless, the oute won’t be any different, you will lose. It will be almost effortless for me to sughter an insipid knife-ears like you. What say you, Pring?” Dink suggested, indifferently throwing the caged Myid onto a nearby stand.

  Dink didn’t wait for the cage to nd before ag. He lunged forward, thrusting his sword torince Chazrick’s neck. He smirked in amusement, simultaneously pulling Madame Sharan in front of the bde’s trajectory. Her face quickly torted in surprised terror while attempting to resist. Dink effortlessly adjusted the angle of his sword. Instead, mercifully smming the ft of the bde against her temple. She slumped unscious into the Prince’s arms.

  Dink fluidly slipped past her colpsing body, using the recoil to reverse his momentum. He pivoted on the spot while leaping upward. He directed an underhanded ssh at the Prince, ign his hostage. The bde sheared off a few stray strands of Madame Sharan’s hair as it flew past her delicate oward Chazrick’s exposed throat. His expression quickly ged frant amusement into an anxious grimace. There was a fsh of green light as Dink’s sword sliced through his target without aance.

  Dink gracefully nded fag opposite where the pair stood. He angrily tossed his sword onto the floor with a ctter, spinning on his heels to face behind him. Where the pair had been moments earlier was y. Only the faint wisp of mana remained.

  “Fuck, I was so close! Ss of gold-ranked houses live up to their reputation of deep pockets. There’s no telling where they went,” Dink cursed in frustration.

  “Ahem, actually there might be a way to trace their location,” a feminine voice politely interrupted from the doorway.

  Dink’s ears twitched in surprise, he hadn’t noticed their approach. He casually turo wele the new arrivals. It was a young Halfling woman who had spoken, backed by members of the Women's cil. Master Tavia was spicuously absent.

  “How pray, do you io do that?” Dink curtly asked, breathing in deeply to pose himself.

  “Stop messing around, Tahlea. We ’t let down our new groom,” another Halfling woman he first.

  Dink stiffe her words, involuntarily stepping backward. He suspiciously ied the pair of young Halfling women. They both cked the braid of married women but showed the subtle signs of maturity of their race, such as developed breasts and buttocks. The one who spoke first, Taleah, stood nervously. She had wavy blonde hair hanging freely to her waist and pale skin. The sed had fiery red hair with lightly tanned skin covered in freckles.

  “What do you mean ‘new groom’? I don’t even know who you are,” Dink asked, his face t into a grimace of disgust.

  “I’m your first wife, Riva. This is your sed wife, Tahleah. Master Tavia, has said it’s appropriate for you to be guided by a wife-pair. She even assigned her own daughter, Tahlea. sidering you’ve been marked as a friend of our people, you must be very important. Tell me, who are you and why has Sister-Mother left immediately after naming us your brides?” Riva curiously asked. Dink was too stuo speak, he stood frozen in horror.

  This ’t be. I never anticipated this happening. Who in their right mind would attempt to wed their daughter to me after knowing who I am? The Swordsaint, the pariah of the entire fug world. There’s ing out of this. All it takes for a Halfling wedding to bee official is approval from the Women’s cil. The opinion of the brides and groom is irrelevant because they’re not even sidered an adult capable of making their own decisions until they’re wed. Fuck.

  Dink hung his head i, cradling his fa his hand. The tickle of mana being used drew him out of his reverie. He looked up in time to see a faint sigil appear in the air in front of him. Tahlea was casting her spell.

  Faint green fog gathered ience, f the shape of Prince Chazrid Madame Sharan i moments before the teleport activated. Tahlea waved her hands in circles through the fog, dist its shape in the air. It spread outward, revealing the surrounding ndscape of murky trees. The se became smaller as it zoomed out to show more trees and other ndmarks until it dispyed a bird’s eye view of a city edging a s.

  “They’re at House Hydra ihe Ewhor s,” Estra said behind him.

  Dink tur her arrival. She ushing her way to the front of the crowd of Halfling women. Her face was posed but Dink could see evidence of her sorrow in her appearance. An out of pce strand of hair here and a torhere from where she clutched at her blouse in despair. Not to mention, he could feel the depths of her heartbreak through their bond.

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