Fenric let out a gruff, triumphant sound.
"Well, I don’t see the problem whether it’s the one you wrote or similar." He said, still grinning.
"If it’s a similar world then it ans your mind must be linked to the actual ’creator’ of this world. Who knows? Maybe you know the Beast God." Noah said and I raised my head.
"The Beast God?"
"Well, whatever." He brushed the back of his neck. "Whether you made this world or sothing similar to it, it ans you’ve got excellent taste. Don’t think of it as a ’cheat,’ Little tiger. Just think of us as the answer to your wishes."
My eyes grew teary again and the tears that stopped falling began to roll down again.
Damar reached out, his cool fingers brushing my temple. "If this world is your dream, Ari... then we are the luckiest fignts of imagination to ever exist. But rember—I chose to mark you. I chose to stay."
Noah walked over, looking down at with a smirk that was both arrogant and incredibly tender.
"Anyway, about the novel you wrote, did the King have such a beautiful, complicated wife?" He asked and this ti, I managed to smile. "Did they have one of those happily ever after?"
"The story... never had an ending," I admitted, my voice finally steadying as the river breeze began to pull the pollen away.
But then I paused.
My story never had an ending? Really? I thought it did. I was sure I finished it.
But now that I think about it, I can’t rember how the novel ended. I can’t rember any of that, but sohow the whispering valley made admit a truth I don’t rember.
Isn’t that odd?
Noah reached down and hauled to my feet, his grip firm and real. "Well, why don’t we figure out our ending together?"
Once again, I felt a massive weight lift off my soul. I had told them everything—from my na to my secret origin to the very fabric of my dreams and fantasies—and they were still here.
They weren’t fignts of a world I imagined. They were real, they were warm, and they were mine.
"Arinya, I was the one who jerked off on your face and got my seeds on your hair." Fenric finally confessed and my mouth fell wide.
What?!
I watched him cover his mouth and turn away, wondering how that slipped from his mouth.
So it was indeed him who got his sen on my hair that day. And he said it was Damar.
How could he fra Damar like that?
"Ari, I was the one who ate the piece of at you kept for that black pup," Damar confessed and as soon as he did, he threw his face aside.
He probably planned to take that to his grave since I was so pissed after noticing the at I kept for Noah was missing.
"Damar, how could you?"
One by one, they began confessing to little things, not out of their own wills though, and it drowned my own big confession.
Well, the lighter confessions that ca out of my mouth felt even more embarrassing.
"I always imagined having a gangbang," I said and covered my face, which was already heating up like a tomato.
This was the worst.
Yes, I had a fantasy like that once. Of course, it was a willing gangbang, but now that I’ve had to put up with three n, I don’t think I’d be able to handle sothing dangerous like a gangbang.
"What’s a gangbang?" Fenric asked and Noah looked like he didn’t know as well. I was glad they didn’t know but then the answer slipped out of my mouth as well.
"It’s when a lot of males mate with one female at the sa ti." I pald my face.
This valley was so dangerous.
"Oh wow, to think you had such a fantasy," Noah said, grinning, and I shook my head.
’This is embarrassing. I will never recover from this.’
The cubs had no issues since they couldn’t talk. I bet they had a lot of confessing to do, those little troublemakers.
Maybe I should take a bit of the pollen so I can use it as a truth serum whenever I need to sap the truth out of them.
I laughed at my own thought. That would be hilarious. They would never lie to ever, for fear of the truth serum.
My laugh gradually died down as I saw the end of the valley up ahead.
This balky was dangerous, I thought, my smile looking cold and ghostly.
"I want to burn this valley." The thought that crossed my mind spilled out of my lips, and they all looked at .
I wondered why they were looking at and realized I had said that out loud.
"Ah, I definitely ant what I said," I said and flinched. I wasn’t supposed to say that. Just as I thought, this place was dangerous. "Let’s just head out already."
We finally stepped out of the shimring golden mist of the valley and onto the muddy banks of the Silt-River.
"The effects will last for a little while longer, so you still can’t tell a lie," Noah said and I twisted my lips. I don’t think we need to tell a lie anyway.
The air out here was clear, and the river slled of salt and silt.
So that’s why it’s called the Silt River.
"And Little Tiger," Noah called, and I looked back. "I’d like to hear more about your world soti."
I nodded. That was his honest feelings.
Then, I looked and saw the Crocodile ferryman leaning against the railing of his massive wooden boat, his yellow eyes tracking our arrival.
He had dark green scales crawling over his skin like armour, and a fat, green tail swaying lazily behind him. That was a crocodile alright.
He looked at our tear-stained faces and the way the three n were huddled protectively around the cubs and .
"If you’re going alone, it’s fine. But if you’re going as a group, it usually ends in disaster," the ferryman said like he was speaking a riddle, and I definitely knew what that riddle was. "The Whispering Valley usually breaks people apart," he added, his voice rumbling like stones grinding together. "But you lot look like you’ve just been forged in a fire."
He spat a glob of what I was certain slled like tobacco juice into the river and looked at .
"The river demands a toll. If you want to cross to the West-Way, you have to pay up."
"Pay?" I asked and realized I haven’t exactly used any currencies in this world.
I looked at Noah, wondering if he had any of the currency needed for the toll.
"Noah, what do we use to pay?" I asked and the crocodile man flinched.
"N-Noah? You an King Noah?" He imdiately spotted Noah at the back and prostrated on the floor, his face touching the mud. "I didn’t know the king was gracing with his presence. Forgive my impudence."
I twisted my lips. So being king was that big of a deal, huh?
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