Quinlan thought inwardly for a second before realizing that Feng might’ve been right for once. Somehow, as he examined the heated expression of the teenage girl, he couldn’t help but feel more and more proud of his newest achievement with every passing heartbeat.
‘When in Rome…’
A wide, sharp, impossibly alive grin emerged on his face.
He rolled his shoulders once, cracked his neck, and suddenly hurled both arms into the air, bellowing with every scrap of energy he had left:
“I just beheaded a literal god! A divine entity! I’m a universally recognized godslayer, baby!!”
The entire valley trembled at the supernatural strength of his voice. Loose rocks tumbled from cliff faces, and the ashes on the ground stirred at the sound, getting carried away by the wind.
Feng flinched so hard she nearly tripped. “You actually did it?! I never thought-“
She didn’t get to finish her statement.
Because Serika’s voice joined his in the next moment, thundering beside him with a primal joy that seemed to set the air on fire:
“And I kicked the bastard with my fire at least five times! Let that be a lesson to all wannabe invaders!!! Zhenwu does not bow to its enemies!”
Her voice was wild, radiant with glee and righteous rage. Her crimson hair whipped around her like a banner in the wind, and the pride in her eyes could’ve lit the world aflame. Just as Quinlan had noted beforehand, this woman was fire reborn into human skin.
Feng stared at the unabashed duo, slack-jawed. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
The echoes of their dual roars tore through the air like thunder.
But while Feng might be a (self-proclaimed) lady of perfect etiquette, she certainly wasn’t a boring girl. She refused to be left out of the party that came to be as a result of her making.
So, slowly, awkwardly, she raised both arms into the air.
“…Yeeeeeaaahhhh!!” she screamed from the bottom of her lungs.
“…I—uh—also did… things!” The black-haired, oriental teen suddenly lost her voice as she glanced around, desperately flailing for a claim she could use to let the world know she did her part.
After a few seconds of panic, she glanced at Quinlan’s side, and her eyes immediately began sparkling with newfound pride. “I helped! In fact, I was paramount to our victory! Yes! After all, I was the one who brought the saber!”
The other two paused their celebration to look at her strangely, wordlessly asking what nonsense she was yapping about.
Feng pouted at their rudeness and jabbed a finger toward the black saber that had cleaved through Venthros’s neck. “That blade? That black blade of the Avatar? The one that literally severed the god’s head? I brought that to you! If it had just been your fists, the invader’s neck would’ve bounced like rubber! Meaning that I’m the true savior of the world!”
Quinlan immediately burst out laughing, so much so that his shoulders began shaking.
On the other hand, Serika nodded at the girl in complete agreement, finding her reasoning to be logically sound.
But despite her extremely ill-mannered male ally’s reaction, Feng refused to back down. She stood tall with her delicate fists clenched, nose pointed in the air.
“That’s right! I, Feng Jiai, am none other than the world-saving sword courier extraordinaire! Put appropriate respect on my name, Avatar Boy!”
At that, Quinlan’s laughter began to fade, but his grin remained. It was wide and wolfish, yet laced with something warmer beneath. But then, slowly, that grin softened, and his eyes locked onto Feng with an expression she couldn’t quite place.
Her teasing died mid-smirk.
That look… was intense.
Too much for her heart to handle quietly.
“…Wh-What?” she stammered, taking a nervous half-step back. Did she go too far? “Why’re you looking at me like that?”
But Quinlan didn’t answer.
He simply moved.
Feng barely had time to squeak in alarm before a blur of motion swept her clean off the ground. “Eep!” she yelped, legs dangling as Quinlan hoisted her up by the waist.
But he wasn’t done.
With his other arm, he scooped Serika up, too. One lady in each arm.
The crimson-haired sovereign blinked, caught completely by surprise as her feet left the dirt. Unlike Feng, Serika could’ve reacted, but chose not to. Instead, she just curiously asked, “What are you doing?”
But instead of replying, Quinlan simply roared once again to the heavens victoriously with happiness, relief, and appreciation flowing through his veins, making the man exhilarated beyond what he could contain. He had to let it all out.
Which was exactly what he did.
“That’s right! Both of you are absolutely correct! I have the two most amazing girls in the world right here!!!” he bellowed with a voice louder than thunder, echoing through the ruined valley with pride so fierce a normal man would’ve become deaf upon hearing it.
Quinlan wasn’t done just yet.
“One’s a peerless jade beauty who couriered a god-killing sword through fire and ruin!! And the other’s a badass tanned babe who punched a divine invader back to the abyss!! These two…” he spun in place like a child drunk on triumph with them in his arms before he finished, “… are the most precious souls in all of Zhenwu!!”
Feng froze, stunned.
Then her entire face turned crimson.
Her eyes went huge, mouth opening and closing without a sound like a goldfish trying to debate a thundercloud. “Wha-I-you-?!”
Serika, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “‘Badass tanned babe’…?” she muttered, glancing down at herself with confusion.
But Quinlan didn’t seem to care one bit for Feng’s crippling embarassment or Serika’s great confusion. Instead, he just held them up like trophies, like priceless works of art. And in that moment, despite their exhaustion, despite the chaos behind them, the girls felt the unshakable sincerity in his whole being. That he meant it. That to him, they truly were that incredible.
Serika and Feng exchanged a glance. Then, without a word, they nodded at each other before wrapping their arms around his neck.
Feng’s cheeks were still glowing like sunrise. “Y-You idiot…” she muttered, but her grip was soft and full of emotion.
Serika didn’t say anything, she just winked brightly at Quinlan.
Then, together.
Perfectly in sync.
They shouted toward the sky:
“AND QUINLAN IS THE MOST AMAZING MAN IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE!”
Their voices rang out together, bold and breathless, echoing across the hills, scattering with the wind like embers.
But that wasn’t all.
As, without warning…
Serika turned.
Her eyes were blazing with something wild and fierce, something she didn’t fully understand—something she didn’t want to understand. Instead of stopping to try and analyze the sudden emotions she was experiencing, the tanned, green-eyed woman from the nation of Vulkaris just moved her arms from around Quinlan’s neck to cup his cheeks in her palms and crashed her lips against his.
It was fire.
Raw, hot, all-consuming.
No hesitation. No build-up. Just overwhelming need.
Quinlan’s eyes widened for a split second, but only that.
Because then he simply let go of Feng and kissed Serika back with so much enthusiasm that one might easily forget that he was on the brink of fainting from complete exhaustion mere moments before.
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