The thunder of a hundred thousand dwarves took a long time to die, and Quinlan Elysiar stood in the middle of it with a foxgirl attached to his arm.
"Quinnie, promise me!! My dad-"
"I can't possibly lie to my beloved woman."
"!!" Kitsara's eyes widened, her cheeks going a soft pink. "N-no, I won't be bought with a few words spoken with such charming macho confidence…"
"Foxy, use your brain for a moment. He doesn't need to kill your father," Serika placed an arm around the worried foxkin's neck, laughing.
"I-I know!! But father… He isn't the type to kneel…"
"I'm sure he can be reasoned with," Vex smiled, tender. Then her red eyes flared and she licked her blade, long and sadistic. "And if not…"
"Noo! Bad Vexie!!"
"If you get aids like this, Sera will die of laughter," Lucille snickered.
"!! My class prevents it!" Vex stomped. Getting a sexual disease from a random dwarf corpse sounded plain wrong to the yandere witch's brain, as if she was unfaithful.
