In which the Mun regrets everything. Possible Guardians of Childhood Spoilers.

[tenthousand]

Mundane?

A certainly appropriate name for someone quite thick enough to believe they could control the power of the Nightmare King. Little Prince, you ought to be ecstatic you are more useful to me as a human than a fearling or I might make you one of my own.

And what of this, anyhow? Why work for me? Weren't you so pleased to play my future princess? (And I'll have her as well, worry not.)

It's a shame, honestly. From what I've heard prowling about your mind-- and oh, have I prowled, don't try to hide how frightened you are-- I've seen how terribly soft the guardians have grown.

I think this will be a perfect place to put my plans back into action-- and don't you dare touch my cloak, or I might go back on our deal!

Comments

[milletian]

[...Kel's starting to think this place attracts evil people or something.]

Uh... "fearling"? That sounds ominous.

[tenthousand]

Ominous.

[The Nightmare King laughs, thoroughly amused by this... understatement.]

By what means have you never come to hear of my minions?

[milletian]

Uladh doesn't have those anywhere that I know of. Maybe in Peaca Dungeon or Iria or something, but...

[That is a very scary laugh, sir. Kel shivers. Brrrr!]

[tenthousand]

[This boy is clearly from some planet his fearlings have yet to extend to. It's no matter; after he finishes on Earth, he will find this planet and make it his own as well.]

Oh, one day they will, child. One day they will.

[The corners of the king's lips turn up into a sinister smile as he watches Kel shiver. It's admittedly very satisfying.]

[milletian]

[Now there's a definite note of trepidation to Kel's words. Congrats, dude, you frightened the poor kid more than any giant spider ever could.]

No they won't. Nao won't let them.