Chapter 1700 – Scolded

[You did what?]

So loud! Sheesh.

[You have absolutely nothing to complain about,] I grizzle. [I haven’t killed anyone, not even the delvers trying to capture my siblings so they can sell them to a church and melt them down for experience juice. Asking any more from me than that is ridiculous. Pin a medal on my carapace, dammit.]

[You leaked details of your own physical body in order to lure delvers to try and attack you?] Chyron stated. [Do you have any idea what kind of response that will create? I don’t even know what’s in there, but I know it’s rare.]

What kind of response? A big one, I hope. Does she expect me to complain if I get more rats than I expect in my trap?

[And what? You expect me to… feel sad?]

[I expect you to think before you act,] she growls.

Lady, you’re in for a rough time if that’s what you’re looking for.

[Aren’t you supposed to be getting me killed or something? What do you care if I bring an army of delvers down on my head? I didn’t expect complaints from the Legion, I expected a cheerleading section!]

Morrelia looks like she’s struggling not to laugh. I was taking a break and spending time with Tiny and the gang when Chyron and her two most senior officers turned up. I barely had the time to stand up before Chyron whipped off her helmet and started yelling at me.

I’m going to have to ‘thank’ Solant when I get back to the fifth. I had no idea she’d agreed to let the Legion follow me around in order to secure their help during the wave. My antennae swing heavily through the air.

Rather than a light and sharp ‘swish swish’, they give a rather more ponderous ‘thwoom thwoom’ sort of sound. They’re just too dang big. It’s not going to be easy to figure out how hard I can thwack the little general without smashing her carapace to pieces.

I’ll need to find that line and then dial it back two or three percent.

[I won’t say no if you want to get yourself killed,] Chyron says, staring up at me with her arms crossed. [What I’m worried about is the disruption and potential damage you’ll cause with your stupidity. At a time when the waves are growing stronger and the cities are struggling to hold off the monsters, if you destroy a thousand high-Level delvers, then Green Mountain may not survive another year.]

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[Which is my problem how?] I say, exasperated. [If they lose the fight they picked, who do they have to blame other than themselves?]

[Isn’t it the Church of the Path who picked the fight?] Chyron says pointedly. [The delvers of Green Mountain are only a proxy trying to do their jobs.]

[You aren’t helping your case. Their ‘job’ is abducting my sisters to be painfully and slowly melted into vitamin smoothies. Why am I supposed to show infinite forbearance when it isn’t shown to me and my family? Come to think of it, how in the heck am I getting lectured on this by a member of the Legion?! You lot are entirely without chill when it comes to monsters! Chill-less! No chill to be found!]

I point an accusatory antenna at the Commander.