Chapter 33 – Bom POV: Foxy Lies, Foxy Truths
A foxy that wants to help? Ha. I tilted my head and said, dripping sarcasm:
"Darling, please. I've been tricked by demons, gods, and a drunk chicken vendor once. You think I'll believe you?"
I leaned close, let my red bloody eyes glow, and whispered:
"I'm a monster too. An immortal. You really think I'll fall for this story?"
She froze — cutely, annoyingly cutely — before whispering:
"I know what you are. I felt it. The same way you felt me. And I know she's like you."
Her finger stabbed toward Faye.
Faye blinked, looking like she'd just been accused of murder.
I raised an eyebrow. "So how do I trust you then? Foxies don't give anything for free. What do you want, and what exactly are you offering?"
She didn't flinch. "Bob. The future 'Queen Guandeline.' You want to save him, right? I have a plan that won't involve Regisialand at all."
Faye's jaw dropped. "The hell—how do you know all this?!"
Clavis sighed like it was obvious. "Faye… Bom just told you she's a foxy."
Faye groaned and buried her face in her hands.
Regis cut in, sharp. "Name. Now. And how do we know you're not here to use us?"
The girl stood straighter. "I'm Daphne. A foxy. From Klapitia also known as Iceswords similair to the king family name . But I'm part of the rebels—the ones who want King Veydris Icesword gone. He's insane, like you heard. And I'll do anything to protect my kingdom. Even from my own king."
I groaned and rubbed my face. "So, what? You and your rebel friends want to start a revolution, take down klapitia , and somehow we're in the middle?"
She nodded.
Faye and Regis exchanged that worried look couples give before a bad decision.
Clavis looked way too excited, like someone just offered him front-row seats to a scandal.
And Hector? Still Hector. The man has no soul, just muscle and a permanent scowl.
I sighed. "Alright, but hear this: we can't drag Regisialand into your circus of chaos. One wrong move and it's war."
Regis's voice cut through the table. "Exactly. I like Bob. But I will never let Regisialand bleed for this."
Hector nodded firmly. "Told you. Leave him. Less of a problem."
Clavis slammed the table. "Seriously, Hector? If it was you, Bob would—"
I leaned over, hissed in his ear: "Shut up. You and I both know if it was Hector, Bob would already be gone, sipping wine in another kingdom, pretending he never knew him."
Clavis blinked one two three times. "…yeah. Mostly true." He slumped back.
I stood up. "Still. Bob's my friend. Which means I'm not leaving him to marry a corpse-obsessed lunatic."
Clavis and Faye both nodded. "Then we'll help."
Daphne smiled slyly. "Good. Because I have a way." She pointed at me and Faye. "You two—immortals , bom and the pink girl . You'll fit in." Then she turned her finger on Clavis. "And the muscular one will handle Bob during the escape."
Clavis straightened like she'd handed him a crown. "Muscular one… I like this girl."
Faye crossed her arms. "Excuse me, pink girl? My name is Faye."
Daphne waved a hand like she was swatting a fly. "Names don't matter. What matters is that we move quickly. The king is rushing things. The wedding is tomorrow night."
Faye nearly screamed. "WHAT?! Tomorrow?!"
I covered my face with both hands. Poor Bob. Poor, unlucky Bob. Then… I started chuckling. Because honestly? This was hilarious.
Daphne went on. "The rebels have a cover. We have the only kingdom circus, scheduled to perform at the palace soon . During the show, you'll free him."
I dropped my hands, deadpan. "Wait. Hold on. We're not in a circus."
Daphne smirked. "You are now."
Faye gawked. "You cannot be serious—"
"Pink girl," Daphne interrupted, flicking her hair. "You and your immortal friend here will perform with us. Special acts. Dangerous ones. You'll train with us until then. The muscular one will do the extraction. Simple."
I blinked, leaned back in my chair, and let out a laugh.
"So basically… we're circus freaks now."
Daphne's grin widened. "Exactly."