Villain Ch 1844. That NPC Made Us Look Like NPCs
"I'm serious." Elio pushed himself up, staggering but forcing his body to obey. His wings twitched, sore from Allen's cuts, feathers half-scorched, but his posture straightened with every word. "You saw what he did. You saw all of it. If he's going to be there, I don't have a choice. I have to be there too."
Red_King squinted, then huffed out a laugh. "Man, you're dead serious. That's worse than I thought." He got to his feet too, brushing dust from his battered armor. "The way you're talking, you'd think you were in love with that thing."
Elio shot him a glare, but Red_King's grin widened.
"Don't give me that look. Half the server's already simping for the succubi—the kiss, the lock-thighs attack, the whole damn package—and you're over here simping for the Emperor's sword arm."
"Shut up."
