Bom's POV
I was strolling through the capital of Regisialand, just visiting. Not a bad place, honestly. Quiet, green, decent architecture. I thought maybe I'd stick around a few days.
Then — wham! — some kids slammed into me while running down the street.
"HEY!" I yelled, brushing off my coat. "Maybe next time, try running with your eyes open!"I flipped my hair back into place. Right. I'm immortal. Can't die, but still — respect the.
As I adjusted my hair, I heard two men whispering near the bakery behind me.
"Did you hear the news?""No, what happened?""Lady Faye. She's dying. Maybe already dead. The king called in every top doctor across the kingdom to the castle today.""Poor Lady Faye… She was so beautiful. And the king—he must be devastated."
At that exact moment, my eyes literally turned into gold coins. Okay, not literally. But spiritually? Yes. Gold. And chicken legs. Desperate king? Dying beauty? Castle? Reward?
I knew what I had to do.
I spun around, clapped my hands, and shouted to no one in particular, "Alright, where's the castle?! I'm the miracle they've been waiting for!"
Bom Bastic ! .