Page 203 of I Ran Away to Evil 2
Everyone leaned in to read the page.
Hello, everyone, this is Madame Potts.
The Fenrir Dungeon boss in the Hollow Gorge is bugged currently, and only dropping rose quartz grieves. They’re found on level six, so if you want some nice grieves, now is the time to go. Or just wait outside the dungeon to buy them.
In case anyone missed it, Peldeep came out just fine. This madame congratulates Peregrine and Bastian on a wonderful wedding. I wish you both a fine happily ever after.
Sumbria, you know that I know that you don’t listen to anything I say. Case in point with the capybara incident. I understand. So instead, I’m going to tell you that you definitely should not, under any circumstances, send your army to Orion’s Cove. There are definitely no pirates docking there. Today. As we speak.
Regent Havork, I just stumbled on a contingent of Doryn loyalists while exploring your lovely countryside. I’ve sent you a missive with a teacup that you should have already received. Yes. That’s me. Now please do the thing.
Anyone on their way to the Summer Masquerade, please note that Blackfog spies are crawling all over North Sumbria looking for something … or someone. Bring extra guards if you can.
Speaking of the Summer Masquerade, happy summer solstice, everyone! The seven days of celebration leading up to the masquerade ball start tomorrow! The celebrations for Necromancer Chloe and Countess Julia’s wedding are in full force. This foreteller has her own invitation and will see you all at the Masque.
Oh, and if you do go to the Masque, you might get to meet some of the more elusive Valarian eligibles. Lady Amy has just confirmed attendance, and this is a rare opportunity to see the elven saintess in person. Duke Julian von Slyke will be there, and he isn’t the main love interest for nothing. He’s got tall, dark, and brooding down to an art, and his grumpy sunshine potential is only marred by the man’s stunning purple hair. Duke Wyldon will be there, and he’s still the perfect catch for anyone looking for that glasses-wearing intellectual type. Master Thomas might show up, the rogue, but he’s been too busy representing Servalt on the Continental Council to do much else.
Queen Henrietta should consider bringing her sword to North Sumbria. And a Revive. Maybe four. Yes, four Revive potions should do. That way, Chloe can focus her magic elsewhere.
This is Madame Potts, over and out.
Keith let out a long sigh. “Every time. If you get kidnapped again, I’m burning it all to the ground.”
“Not every time.” Henrietta summoned her magical sword into her hand and stood on tippy-toes to kiss her aggrieved husband on the cheek. “This will be the second time we battle in North Sumbria.”
“Every time she mentions you, there is some harrowing quest to fight evil!” Keith argued. “I would know—Iwas one of them.”
“You sure you don’t want the ride?” Henrietta asked Brownie, but the bard just shook her head.
“I still have a few encounters to get past, and I don’t want them to happen all at once outside Grand Duchess Calisto’s doorstep.”
“That’s probably for the best.”
The royal couple bid them farewell before portaling away, leaving Rufus and Brownie in their grand office alone with a few of the bureaucratic members of the Dark Horde plying away at their desks in an alcove closer to the door.
“So.” Rufus turned to her. “Do you wanna see my dungeon?”
CHAPTER 125
Happily Ever After
Rufus
I said goodbye to my proper rooms in the castle and threatened Knolith with the one thing he feared most in the entire world if he so much as touched my dungeon before I got back from the wedding to sort through it: a counseling session in that very same dungeon.
I was half joking of course, but he didn’t need to know that.
We chose to stay in the inn because my dungeon was full of Blackfog spies, and because Icould. The moment I’d stepped down as commander general, my notifications had gone from a constant flood to a reasonable trickle. I hadn’t really planned what was going to happen next, but the System had filled in the blanks for me, giving me the occupation protector.. It wasn’t perfect, but Bronwynn and I would figure out what to call me when we had the chance.
At least it didn’t choose something ridiculous like Fan Club Leader or Wagon Husband, even if it would’ve been more apt.
At the end of the day, I processed all of the information in my tabs. And when I was done, it finally hit me. I was in the Black Fortress, and there weren’t any new notifications beating against my consciousness, screaming for my attention. The weight of the entire Dark Enchanted Forest had fallen off my shoulders.
I started shaking from the reality of what I’d done. Everything was going to change now. I collapsed into Bronwynn’s arms that night and didn’t let go until morning. The irony was not lost on me, though. I was practically trading my best friend for a wife … but I didn’t mind.
Ichosemy wife, and she chose me. It was a small difference, but it meant all the world to me.
We headed out bright and early the next morning.
