Fifteen:
“We really don’t have time for all this!”
I protested, as the mass of sanguinar led us to an impromptu festive feast. I’d not experienced this type of homecoming in the modern era. As a former queen, I had a few such festive dinners after wars won or marriages of high born.
“There is always enough time to allow us to welcome our patron goddess!”
Axel informed me, and I puffed my cheeks in protest. I suppose sulky didn’t become a demigoddess, but that didn’t stop me. Time was dying out in my mind. I could feel the winding down of the hands with every beat of my heart. We were closing in on Mekka City now, and I still had to figure out how to infiltrate. I had plenty to worry about and toil over.
The Black Knight was not going to survive indefinitely. Yet everyone kept insist
