Chapter 27 — Bom POV
Title: "The Demoiselle in Distress"
Did they… kidnap Bob?
Wait. They said "she"… and Bob is a he.
What the hell is wrong with these people?
We were still swinging swords and dodging ice-blasted attacks when the last Klapitia knight finally dropped. Clavis spun around, eyes darting across the snowy horizon.
Clavis: "He's gone. I can't see the carriage."
His voice cracked. "BOB!!"
Hold on—was Clavis getting sentimental?
And between us (don't tell anyone), I was in a bad mood too. Who else was going to laugh at my jokes? Who else was going to make idiotic ones when I was tired?
That means… I have to carry the sarcasm alone now?
Too. Much. Work.
I turned to Clavis. "That carriage? It's heading straight to Icyswords."
Regis: "The royal capital?"
I nodded. "Yep. That's where they'd take someone valuable."
Clavis: "They're going to sell him in the slave market?! Poor Bob!"
I squinted. "I don't think it's that. Something felt weird. Didn't you hear them? 'She looks exactly like her…'"
I tapped my temple. "I mean, yeah, Bob is short and sorta cute in a squirrel-chasing-his-own-tail kind of way, but I'm very sure he's a he."
Clavis: "Oh, I confirm it. We went to a bath room together once. Full confirmation."
Faye: "UGH! Stop. I don't need details. The point is—we need to rescue him, right?"
Hector: (shrugging) "Do we, though? It's dangerous. And honestly, that's one less clown in the group."
Regis: (rubbing his chin) "Well, when you put it like—"
Me, Clavis, and Faye: "REGIS!"
He jumped like a guilty raccoon. "Okay, okay! We'll rescue the demoiselle in distress. Happy?"
Hector: (sighs heavily) "I regret everything."
I flashed a grin. "Good! Then it's settled. We go to Icyswords to save Bob and figure out why in the frozen chicken leg he got mistaken for someone else."
Because Bob may be a troll-sized menace…
…but he's our troll-sized menace.