Kenjiro walked out of the wyrm's cavern, brushing the sand from his silky white outfit. He was unharmed, triumphant, and holding a new, powerful sense of influence he hadn't realized he possessed. He made his way back to the caravan, which was waiting nervously, his party ready to charge in and rescue him at a moment's notice.
"BOMBOM!" Lyrielle cried out in relief as he approached.
"My lady! You are safe!" Gluteus boomed, lowering his shield. "We were prepared to lay siege to the very sands to ensure your safe return!"
Kenjiro waved a dismissive hand, trying to look cool and unfazed, even as a light blush touched his cheeks from the attention. "It's fine. I handled it." He explained the situation—the Wyrm Queen's loneliness, the mockery she faced online, and how he'd used his platform to turn her into an overnight sensation. "Basically, I'm a matchmaker now," he finished with a shrug.
His party stared at him, a mixture of awe and bewilderment on their faces.
