Chapter 131
I was mid-swing with Moodrender, hacking through a yelping voidling whose face looked like a spider had sneezed on a bat, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
During a god damn invasion!
I didn't even turn around. I just said, "If you're a cultist, I'm not in the mood. Wait your turn to die."
A polite voice replied, "Oh no, sir, nothing of the sort. I'm with the palace."
I blinked and turned. Standing there, amid the chaos and the occasional flaming tentacle, was a meek-looking palace scribe in full plate armor. And holding a clipboard like it was some kind of enchanted artifact.
He adjusted his spectacles and asked, "Could I trouble you to sign a Combat Conduct Acknowledgement Form?"
I looked at him. Then, on the clipboard. Then, at the voidling still twitching on the ground beside me. "You want me to sign a form," I said slowly, "while we're being eaten by shadows and insanity?"
