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Chapter 971 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

What do you do?

Finish up the chat.

As relaxing as it is to sit up here alongside Niki, you have a feeling you wouldn't be able to do so all day even if you tried, and that isn't because of the girl's attention span. Things have been so chaotic that you haven't considered how there isn't all that much to actually do around here, so likely these girls have been quite happy to join you, as without a threat, all they can do is train or rest. Now your mind starts to race with various new ideas for Castle Phoenix--things of recreation, besides just a fancy bath. If only video games or movies existed here, you think to yourself. Though you're sure you can figure something out.

Suddenly, you jump in place as an arrow lodges itself into the stone just beneath your groin.

Niki looks down curiously. She wraps her fingers tightly around the shaft of the arrow between your legs, squeezes, and pulls with all her might, causing bits of rubble to fall. For some reason, such an action drains the colour from your face momentarily.

You look over to see a scroll tied to the arrow as well. She hands it over, and you unwrap the rolled up paper to read the contents. The calligraphy is surprisingly beautiful, and the message is short and sweet. You read aloud, "Meet me down the main road".

"Ooh. Cryptic."

"As fun as it would be for a sudden mystery to unfold, I'm pretty sure this is one of Snow's arrows."

"Oh yeah. I've seen her write before too. It looks just like that. Well, you should go see what she wants. Unless you're the kinda guy to leave a girl waiting."

You chuckle. "Won't you miss me?"

"I always miss you." Perhaps not the words specifically, but how quickly she said them, is what's caused her to suddenly blush. "Now go already," she adds in an attempt to save face.

"Well if you need me, you know where to find me," you say with a salute from your forehead a moment before leaping from the castle's ledge without fear. You tap your boots together, and the magic allows you to descent as if you were as light as a feather. You drift down and feel the cool air blow over your face and through your brown hair. Your clothing wafts through the wind. Finally, like a circus performer in his final act, you land on both feet right on the cobblestone road.

Then you make your way to the exit gates.

What do you do?

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