Angela turned and walked out of the inner courtyard.
As Chen Mo followed, the red ribbon around his waist pulled taut too.
He glanced down at it twice.
Angela did not let go.
"There shouldn't be any risk of getting lost between here and the Royal Palace, should there?"
"You haven't mastered your ability yet, have you? You can only open doors."
Angela held the other end of the ribbon without slowing her steps.
"You still can't close them."
She spoke extremely quickly, and it sounded remarkably like an excuse.
Remembering the sight of half the Royal Palace being sucked into a dozen different worlds, Chen Mo decided to accept this safety measure.
Deadpool trotted along on his other side in dog form.
"This is what power tastes like. A redheaded warrior woman walking you on your left, a handsome, fierce dog keeping you company on your right, and behind you, a bona fide master of shapeshifting who can switch between princess, prince, male god, goddess, wizard, witch, and every race in the universe at will. By the standards of your average webnovel, you should stop and check your harem tag right about now."
Loki walked at the rear.
Green magic wound around Deadpool's hind legs.
He fell face-first into a bed of white flowers, burying the rest of his sentence in the petals.
"Will it keep talking in the Royal Palace too?" Angela asked.
"Yeah. I'll remind him to mind his manners, but I expect he'll keep talking anyway... You can think of this problem as an incurable curse."
Chen Mo stepped over Deadpool.
"No civilization has found a reliable way to mute him yet."
Deadpool pulled his head out of the flowers, gave his ears a shake, and immediately began baring his teeth at Loki.
This time, it