CHAPTER 17“Why are you staring off into space and smiling creepily, pathetic mortal?”
General Tullica snapped out of his fantasy about dancing with the princess in his dream last night. He couldn’t have asked for a better dream if he’d tried.
“He’s not smiling creepily,” said Shoton, standing tall, legs planted widely. “Can’t you see he’s smiling dreamily.”
The general wasn’t sure if that was any better than ‘creepy’. “Well, I’m focused now. So, what were we talking about?”
“Your creepy smile.”
The general and his unit glared at Milorth.
“Oh,” said Milorth, eyes dancing with mischief, “I see why now. Didn’t the phoenix have a rough day yesterday, what with her father throwing her off a cliff?”
There was a tense silence.
“And, as you are her pet”—the general clenched his jaw at this
