The Ice People leader finally spoke again, tone calm, but deadly serious, "You are far from where you should be… and yet, you carry an aura… unusual. Explain yourselves."
I swallowed. "Uh… yes, so… long story short. Treasure. Floating ship. Ice rift. And, um… giant shark. Mana whales. Fart Qi… wait, nevermind."
Latte giggled. Chubby sighed. And somehow, I knew: this was only going to get worse.
And oh gods… his abs.
So…
Within minutes—because apparently my mouth worked faster than my survival instincts—I explained everything. And by everything, I mean the full unhinged reality of our journey, including the fact that we were not pirates, not spies, not invaders, but simply:
"Uh… an official rescue envoy from King Vael and Queen Luna… sent to retrieve Sir Alex and Sir Jin… because of a story I told."
Yes.
I said that. Out loud. To the terrifyingly sexy Ice People leader. And his name? VIking.
Ironic?
Believe me I almost fainted.
