"Then I greet you, Black…"
"Or should I call you Devil?"
Quinlan instantly froze where he stood. The words struck harder than any blade could. For a long moment, he remained silent.
His mind was unraveling in real time, struggling to accept that he wasn't dreaming.
Was this really real?
Then came warmth. Two hands. On his left, Vex's gloved grip. On his right, Kitsara's delicate touch. He turned, catching their eyes. Neither looked shocked. Neither wavered. They looked like a pair of women who already knew that the king might piece it together.
Quinlan exhaled softly. 'Of course. This world is not my exclusive playground; there are other competent players present… The king is a shrewd bastard, I gave too much away at the feast...'
Still. Just because Alexios asked didn't mean he had proof. Maybe he was just playing around with the idea, or not being serious at all. Admitting it now, after being asked only a single question, would be the real rookie mistake.
