"That was quite a performance, Mr. Wick."
Amyfield slowly emerged from the mist.
In the cold, her thin clothing seemed little more than a light adornment.
"So you sent them here purely to provide a little entertainment in your life?" John rubbed his chin as he analyzed the situation in front of Tos, whose brain had already been fried by the sheer amount of information. "Or do you enjoy making fools of men who are hopelessly in love with you?"
"Of course not." Amyfield approached gracefully while Mutated Ackerman stood motionless. She reached out to touch John's face. "I'm searching for a father worthy of helping me conceive the most powerful child of magic."
She gazed at John with infatuation. "I adore you so much, Wick."
John dodged the hand that a hand fetishist could have spent a year kissing and firmly refused. "Sorry, I don't like you."
Amyfield paused, her eyes alluring. "Am I not beautiful enough?"
She spun in place, as breathtakingly beautiful as a fairy in the mist.
"That's not it," John said honestly.
"Then am I not wealthy enough?"
"You own the Black Fortress, so certainly not."
"Or am I not caring enough?"
Amyfield said plaintively, "Become the father of my child, and you'll have everything."
"Unfortunately," John said, shaking his head, "I don't need any of that."
Amyfield fell silent. "I can give you money, status, and power."
"I already have everything you mentioned." John pursed his lips. "And more."
You want to keep me, the Wizard King, as your kept man?
John waved impatiently. "I don't like you, so please find someone else."
Amyfield looked heartbroken. The men who pursued her were willing to give their lives for her. Seeing her like this, they would have willingly torn out their hearts.
Unfortunately, she had