"FINN!?"
That was all Finn heard before sothing smacked him across the head. Majestria, of course.
"You still owe !" she shrieked, grabbing the back of his damped dirty brown hair.
"Okay, okay! You don’t have to be so rough—I’m tired, you know."
"Well you shouldn’t have fallen down that pit!" She yanked him into a headlock, stuffing him under her armpit.
"Like you hadn’t fallen off the cliff when the cave shook!" Finn muffled through her arm.
Her grip tightened. "That’s because I didn’t expect that to happen!"
"Neither did I!"
"Let go of him... you’re hurting him," Chestelle mumbled, tugging lightly at Majestria’s holy arm.
anwhile, Lickthorn just stood there panting heavily, staring at Finn like he was a steak. Finally, she spoke.
"You still owe too, Finn."
Majestria snapped her head at her. "Owe you WHAT?! You’re not laying a hand on him until I say so!"
"But he’s owed for a while," Lickthorn protested. "And you always ride him—so give him up!"
Finn thrashed, finally ripping free. "I’m not so toy for you guys to fight over!"
They both looked at each other, then back at him. Flat. Perfect sync.
"You are."
Finn threw his hands up. "Can’t you tell I’m exhausted? Look at !" He gestured to his ripped clothes, dirt-caked skin, and sli still crusting on his face. "Give a damn break already!"
The two girls just... stared.
Majestria’s gaze dragged over his filthy clothes, her lip curling. Then her eyes dropped lower—straight to the gaping hole around his crotch.
"Disgusting," she muttered.
"Oh, co on!" Finn threw up his hands once more.
He hunched over like a grandpa with scoliosis, his voice cracking with fatigue. "It’s been hours down there. I’m really, really tired. Can’t you two just—for once—not freak out at ?"
Still staring.
"Fine! Whatever you say." Majestria huffed
"As long as I get to keep being around you," Lickthorn purred, her tone lusciously sweet.
"And ," Chestelle added with a sultry smile.
Finn groaned in relief, "Thank god that’s over." He rubbed his temple. "So... how long was I even gone?"
"I dunno." Majestria looked away.
"At least five hours!" Chestelle said proudly, like it was an achievent.
Finn’s body sagged. "It was definitely more than five hours... wait, how long were you guys out here for?"
They explained.
After Finn and Seraphina vanished into the pit, chaos erupted. Ardin panicked instantly, shouting orders that made no sense, blaming everyone at once. Chestelle nearly dove in after Finn, but more slis poured in, dozens of them, their gelatinous bodies trampling over each other like a living flood. A massive one even oozed forward, forcing Majestria to step up and unleash her powers just to keep the group from being swallowed whole.
They were being completely overrun. With complete sli chaos everywhere
And that’s when Ardin made the call—loud and absolute. Seraphina was "as good as dead," and Finn wasn’t even worth ntioning. His other two companions hesitated, clearly skeptical, but in the chaos, they followed his lead. Once they were out of the hellhole, Ardin announced he was going to make a full report of the situation and return with reinforcents.
The Majestic Wiggles party, however, stayed outside. All afternoon. All night. Waiting for Finn.
Chestelle especially. She’d literally camped at the cavern’s mouth until the entrance collapsed. The only reason Finn didn’t see her when he climbed out was because she’d wandered off for snacks—specifically, more sli.
And now here they all were.
The four of them stood outside the cave entrance, the cold night breeze brushing against the grass. For Finn, the chill cut straight through his torn clothes. He had to admit—Lysithea was right about one thing. The cave was warr.
Finn looked around at everyone, then frowned. Soone was missing.
"What’s wrong?" Chestelle tilted her head.
"Where is she?"
Majestria scoffed. "Oh, great. Another woman you’re obsessed with."
"No... well, obviously." Finn muttered. "But seriously—where’s Seraphina?"
"Who?"
"Seraphina. The priestess with Ardin’s party."
Majestria sneered. "That fake divine freak? She’ll never be as pure and holy as ."
"Oh, that weird lady with the torn robe?" Chestelle said, curious. "She went off in that direction." She pointed.
Finn didn’t hesitate. He bolted, the girls yelling after him—Majestria furious, Lickthorn grumbling perverted things, and Chestelle just giggling like she was watching a live-action chase scene.
***
Eventually, Finn found Seraphina standing in front of Ardin, flanked by his other two party mbers, and a few knights marching past with torches. Their silver armor glead in the flickering light, helts fully closed, swords sheathed—your standard "nobody special but also kind of intimidating" look.
Finn crept forward, careful not to interrupt. He tried to fade into the shadows, but eventually caught enough to make out their conversation.
"You’re still alive?" Ardin’s eyebrows shot up in genuine shock.
"Y-Yeah... it was rough down there," Seraphina admitted. "Luckily, the goddess blessed and willed my survival... and, well, thanks to Finn too." She glanced down, rubbing her arm nervously.
Ardin’s brow twitched at Finn’s na. "Heh... and is he still—" His eyes flicked behind Seraphina, landing squarely on Finn.
Finn froze for a second, then started walking forward like it was completely natural, trying to avoid looking suspicious—or like he was spying.
Ardin ground his perfect white teeth together, his gaze sharp as daggers. "I see... so he’s still alive. Wonderful for you." He turned his attention back to Seraphina, but there was fire in his stare for Finn too.
"He must’ve been real helpful, huh? Are you thinking of leaving and joining him... with all those other won?"
"W-What? No! I’m part of your party! I’m here to serve you and defeat the demon army with you!"
Ardin squinted. "Doesn’t look like it." He smirked, then turned his eyes on Finn. "And you... you look worse than before."
Finn blinked. Yeah, he looked like a complete disaster, holess and sli-streaked—but he wasn’t about to back down. He took a careful glance at Ardin. The guy was still ridiculously handso. Finn’s brain short-circuited.
"Well... you look like a douchebag!"
Ardin raised an eyebrow. "...What does that an?"
’Ah,’ Finn thought, grinning like a kid with a mischievous plan. ’They’ve never heard that word before. I could say anything and it wouldn’t make sense.’ He giggled a little, making himself look even more like a street-rat escapee.
"Uhh... never mind," he muttered, shaking his head.
Ardin ignored him, leaning close to Seraphina. "You need to clean yourself up. I don’t want to be seen with... whatever this is."
Seraphina nodded slowly. "Yes, sir," she murmured, and obediently walked away.
Ardin turned back to Finn, his glare sharper than ever.
And finally spoke—words that carried a serious threat...
Reviews
All reviews (0)