"Ribbit! Great human, I'm here! I am your sharpest spear!"
"Choose me, ribbit! I've long since had it in for this fat bastard! I guarantee I'll harass the lizardmen every day!"
The frogmen scrambled to recommend themselves.
Those leaders who had just been battered senseless by the waves now seemed reborn. One after another, they waved their tiny forelimbs, practically itching to rush up and poke a few holes in Robit.
Upon the throne of rotten mud, Robit's heart had sunk to the bottom of the swamp.
Anger burned in its eyes.
Though the humans before it truly possessed power enough to drive frogs to despair, these subordinates who had bowed and worshipped it that very morning, eating its treasured insect paste, were now actually scrambling to trade its life for the throne.
And among all the traitors, none enraged it more than Jelt, who had only just knelt at its feet and sworn loyalty.
He was frantically waving his webbed forelimbs at He Xi.
"Ribbit! Great human! Choose me! I am your most loyal servant, Jelt! Have you forgotten?"
"It was I who deliberately led them here just now and showed you the way, ribbit!"
Robit was so furious its vocal sac was about to burst, but it no longer had the strength to punish this shameless traitor.
Splosh, splosh...
Steady footsteps sounded through the mud and water, like a countdown to Death's approach.
Robit closed its eyes in despair, preparing to receive that blade of betrayal.
"Ribbit! I propose that His Majesty the Sticky King not be killed!"
An abrupt croak drowned out the surrounding clamor.
Robit opened its eyes in surprise.
Under the moonlight stood a golden figure.
A small golden-yellow frogman spread his not-particularly-broad webbed forelimbs, firmly standing between Robit and those traitors.
"I am Jin