Brando knew that fae interests could be broader than the stars in the sky, their topics longer than the Elven Sacred River flowing through Saint Osore—and just as ceaseless. Once their curiosity was piqued, they could chatter into your ear for three days and three nights without finishing.
This was a disaster no less troublesome than the coming of dusk.
Seeing that the little fae was about to speak again, Brando hurriedly took a honey candy from his pouch and stuffed it into her mouth with three fingers. The little fae's eyes widened, and she let out muffled protests, but the honey candy melted the instant it entered her mouth. She soon narrowed her eyes in bliss, like a cat having its head stroked.
"Mm-mm... Are there any more?" she asked indistinctly.
"Enough for you to eat from morning till night. But if you don't eat them quickly, they'll all melt," Brando replied.
These candies had originally all been snacks belonging to Lady Roman, and most of them had been looted from the little fat dragon Starlight. To satisfy the little fat dragon's demands, Brando had opened a candy factory in Tonigell, while the Merchant's Daughter had taken half the shares without the slightest hesitation. Those shares were not gold coins, but half the production.
He still remembered the sight of the little fat dragon crying miserably as she came to him seeking justice, only to be driven out by Hypamira.
That went to show that those who brought trouble upon themselves had only themselves to blame.
The little fae believed Brando's words completely and hurriedly sped up her eating. Unfortunately, her teeth were tiny and white, and each bite could remove only a little of the candy. She could only use her tiny tongue to lick the enormous candy