Bab 63: A married man

If last night was a festival- tonight was the grand festival.

Lots of campfires, lots of benches, lots of food, lots of drinks!

And decorations!

Colorful!

Glad they put the fresh seaweed to good use but-

Oddly- people showed up like it wasn't a big deal.

This was a frigging goblin settlement and yet- there were at least fifty adventurers, fifty soldiers, and even fifty mercenaries. Mermaids, sirens- fishmen!!!

Nobles!

I didn't know any of them!!!

Certainly not those plant thingies with red eyes…

Shiver!

'And what the fuck is the count doing here?'

Was it me or was this whole thing going a bit… odd?

Didn't these people think, me working with the goblins and taking over the Sirens or maybe getting this forest… was… well. A sign?

'Wait…' An odd realization… 'They knew…'

Meaning-

Either the Harpy or the Crimson-haired fox lady… snitched and made things happen…