Chapter 217: A glade? That sounds like the best thing in the world right now
Turns out, as soon as you took care of the boss monster in the dungeon, the doorway out of the main room turned into a direct line to the main doors out of the dungeon. It was one of the reasons you couldn’t go back to explore and find any more chests.
Cass was a little disappointed, but also glad. Another moment in this dungeon was too much for him. He just wanted to get out. He was sure the others were used to not being able to go back, and from the quick glance around the group to see if they were surprised, he could tell they weren’t. So, they knew, and had probably been doing little scans here and there. They got two chests, which felt like a lot to Cass.
He tried to recall how many they usually got while in dungeons, and then blanked on it. He chalked it up to not having enough brain power to focus. He was tired. He was actually bone deep exhausted, and just wanted to go home and have some tea made by Sam.
It was a simple desire, but one that wouldn’t be fulfilled for a while because he had to go to the fucking capital. Why had he agreed to this?
Oh right, Lady Ava was being a little bitch back then. Now she was...calmer? More moderate? They should still go, so that Fiona could calm down and seal the deal, but damn it. He wasn’t looking forward to this.
He could only imagine what the regular, pompous folk were going to be like, and how he was going to have to act. Like he gave a fuck. Ugh. He remembered the story in that regard. How much Lord Blackburn had changed when around others. Like he was...begging for their attention.
Yeah. Cass didn’t really have that bone in him. Sorry Lord Blackburn. They were going to get a full Cass special. A nice sounding hello, maybe a wave, but there would be no sucking up. That was the one thing Cass had always found strange. He was the heir to a Dukedom, not them. They should be sucking up to him, especially since he, as Lord Blackburn, had control of a lot of their personal finances because they were dumb and stupid and didn’t realise he could be a real villain about everything and take their homes. Their titles.
Everything.
He wouldn’t, for most of them. As long as they benefitted him and didn’t work against him.
Cass sighed, shaking his head slightly. He really didn’t need to be thinking about this while they were steps away from getting out of the dungeon. Especially as the damn cloak burnt a hole in his bag.
He had to take it. Vespertine’s pouch, while a spatial pocket, wasn’t as big as Cass’. Considering that Cass was able to shove tents into his, yeah, his was bigger. Cass tried not to smile thinking that maybe there were other parts of him that were bigger. He had to fight his smile, and made sure that no one else had noticed either.