118 – Not in the Mood
Bran walks alone, wearing thick clothes. The former kingdom's mage soldier took a deep breath and looked at the individuals playing mini soccer, then at the minotaurs grappling not far away.
"Tsk." He continued walking, unable to understand why they would do such an activity in this cold.
And their laughter irritated him.
"Hey, Bran!" A blue-haired succubus landed in front of that man. "Let's have fun! We haven't done that in a while! This time I'm willing to be the horse!"
"I'm not in the mood, Mhyra." Bran sighed as he continued walking. "Begone."
Mhyra snorted and tugged at the man's hand. "Oh, come on. You always say yes."
Bran shook off the woman's hand. "Leave me alone, bitch."
The succubus puffed her cheeks, then flew away from Bran, who took another step.
"You don't usually refuse a succubus. You're the one chasing them, right?" With a wooden box in both hands, Robyn stopped in her tracks with Lexi.