"No."
Annan wasn't like an elf who only liked pretty things. But the more he had looked forward to this, the more disappointed he was now.
The Fairy Queen was nothing like the figure in the Bards' tales, with the beauty of a High Elf and the petite frame of a flower fairy.
Quite the opposite. She had the bloated bulk of a hobgoblin and the ugliness of a Goblin. She looked like a lump of... living shit served on a plate.
"You dare reject me!"
The Fairy Queen slapped the wooden board. Ripples ran through her grainy, filthy brown flesh.
"Let's go."
The Fairy Queen had left such a bad impression that Annan no longer wanted to lure away any of these fairies. He would leave them to fend for themselves...
"Children, seize them! I'll tear your companions apart, then savor you myself!"
"You can savor my shit," Annan shot back without thinking.
"That's vulgar. Don't say it," Maria said. Still dressed like a noblewoman, she had swept her long brown hair to one side.
The Fairy Queen stared at Maria and shrieked with jealousy. "Who is she?"
"A woman prettier than you."
The Fairy Queen glared at Maria with hatred, about to cast a vicious curse—when Illymoyas suddenly unleashed her Dragon Might. The fairies abandoned their queen and fled screaming.
They left the Fairy Queen curled up like a constipated turd, climbed back onto the dragon's back, and flew away under the gaze of the fairies scattered through the forest.
"I didn't expect the Wildlands to be this dangerous after the Ratfolk swept through it..." Annan murmured, looking down at the receding ground.
If those fairies survived this Deepwinter and the Ratfolk and Demons, perhaps their descendants would tell the story of a dragon, a woman, and a