Book Three Chapter Seventy Nine: Interface Difficulties

Book Three Chapter Seventy Nine: Interface Difficulties

Well, lots of great questions for the crown-folk, the Chosen One said, eyeing the group nervously. But, uh, we did have a quest, and time is ticking on, so did we maybe want to save the chit-chat for later?

Why do they want to retire? Qube asked, still shocked at the announcement.

Sencha Bard, rather than the Chosen One, carried her question to the king and queen. I must ask, what do you hope to achieve by retiring? he asked.

The king and queen ignored him. Theyd returned to staring at the Chosen One.

Qube was breathing very rapidly now.

Chosen One, she said in a faint voice. Chosen One, theyre ignoring their subjects.

No theyre not! the Chosen One said hurriedly, rubbing his forehead. Theyre just shy! You, king, youre just shy, arent you? Answer Sencha Bards question.

They cant be shy, theyre Royalty! Qube said, hysteria edging into her voice.

Uh, its their humanising trait! the Chosen One countered desperately. He looked exhausted. Makes them more relatable for the common folk!

Thats not how that works! she replied, now tap-dancing on the precipice of full blown panic.

The world had gone mad. The Chosen One was vigorously defending someone in power, and the king and queen shed waited so long for were acting acting

No! She couldnt even think the word.

If [The Bards Ballad] had managed to reach them in this reality, she would have blamed that. She would have assumed they were struggling to adjust to having their minds forcibly opened to the world. And some small, eternally loyal part of her was willing to argue that somehow, similar to how she could remember things that she shouldnt be able to, their sheer majestic power meant that some part of them was affected by the spell.

But the rest of her knew. She knew.

The Royals were being rude.

What are your plans to avoid this happening again? Sexy Screamy Spider Briar asked the Royal family pointedly.

They ignored her.

I presume I will be able to keep my position as Mage Advisor, given my service to the kingdom, Definitely Bad Guy addressed the Exiled Prince and Exiled Princess. The two younger Royals glanced at him, before returning their attention to the Chosen One.

Who still hadnt stolen anything.

Anyway, theyve been in the dungeon for ages so their social skills are probably rusty and they need some time to get used to talking to people again! the Chosen One said, moving to usher everyone out of the room. So we should probably let them all recover and give them some time to come around.

What are you doing?

The question, though it burned in Qubes heart, was not spoken by her. Instead, it was verbalised by a disgusted-looking Sencha Bard. The Bard glared at the Hero.

Though weve had our disagreements in the past, Id never thought you capable of this servile snivelling before ones more powerful than yourself, the Bard continued. Id thought you a man of honour, with the integrity to stand up against those who would mistreat the common folk.

The Chosen One glared back at Sencha Bard, the serious expression ill-suited to his normally happy-go-lucky face.

Im trying, he said through gritted teeth, to do the right thing.

How is this the right thing? Sencha Bard asked, gesturing at the cells, and the upset party members.

Oh. That is a bit of a revelation, the Hunter admitted. The Hero paced faster, now practically weaving figure-eights.

Right, and because they made this world to show people, theres a kind of story to it, so Sencha Bard was kinda right, but a lot of stuff is happening outside of the story and not all of it planned. For example, you guys have minds of your own, rather than being like the constructs and following the basic stories each of you were given. Youve gone and made your own stories.

Qube was still blinking.

Im supposed to be dead? she squeaked out.

The Chosen One swung around and looked at her somewhat sheepishly.

Yeah, that was supposed to be part of the main story, he admitted. When all the other villagers died. I figured it out from the prophecy. But that seemed [snacks], plus you were a really overpowered Healer so I exploited a loophole in the, uh, tech-spell, and trapped you outside the story during the part you were supposed to die.

Ah. That must have been when hed stuck her in the sky.

Was the sky not part of the main story?

Anyway, since everyone has the main story in their heads, cuz that was how they were made, no one could see you because you werent a part of the story. But somehow youre able to break through the I guess restrictions? and force people to see outside their own Dev-given stories, and give them freedom. Probably because you werent ever supposed to be here, so the tech-spell had to adapt in weird ways when you used your spells on them.

The Chosen One drew himself upright.

Thats what a glitch is. Its when the tech/spell cant cope, and things break in weird ways. Thats how I break things. Thats why almost everyone can think for themselves now that the Bard spells hit them. And thats why the Royals seem like stuck-up [apples]. Their scripts are super tight, so they stay in character, cuz it would ruin the main story if they started acting weird, which means they cant react well to anything not in the stories they were given. That and Im pretty sure theyre not entirely finished. Kinda half-baked, yknow?

If Qube had been asked how she wanted the news broken to her that she was A) dead and B) in some kind of weird story made for people who werent even Royalty, this wouldnt have been one of her top ways to choose to have it related to her. It wouldnt have even made the top ten.

If, however, someone had told her that the Chosen One was going to be the person to break the news to her, this probably would have been pretty much exactly how shed have predicted it would go. Rambling, near-incoherent, and with a lot of assumptions made about how much she understood.

And the Devs told me I couldnt tell you because of whatever but I dont care anymore, man, you deserve to know, so, there, Ive told you. Also they wont tell me anything about the final battle because they said Id ruin it and that makes me want to vomit but Im in too deep to do anything but play along until I can pull off what I need to.

I thank you. Qube was absolutely stunned. She didnt know what else to say, so she fell back on good manners to get her through this wholly new situation.

The Hero made a small pfft-pfft noise, and wiped the back of his hand across his nose and mouth. Aw, man, he said. I think my nose is bleeding.

And with that, he crumpled to the floor.

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Was it possible to have emotional whiplash? If it was, that was what Qube was experiencing right now. Shed just had a massive amount of information thrown at her by the Chosen One, whod then promptly removed the option for her to ask him follow-up questions by dramatically passing out.

[Heal]! she cast, and watched as her magic settled into him. There was no sign of a nosebleed, but she assumed that meant his physical form in the Devs realm was suffering. [Heal], she then cast on herself, just in case it could help with the emotional whiplash.

It didnt.

It didnt make sense that his nose would be bleeding. Hed just had a big break from their world to recover from any physical effects. Shouldnt he be completely healed by now? What were the Devs realm Healers doing?

She may have been fixated on the wrong thing but she was, in the end, a Healer first.

Right, she said, gathering her wits. There were more pressing issues to deal with than figuring out how she felt about what the Hero had just unloaded. We need to take him to a Save Point. Theres one in the guardians room.

They would get the Chosen One to safety, and then then she would hopefully have a moment to think. She reached over to help Sexy Screamy Spider Briar load up the Chosen One, only to be stopped by a hand on her wrist.

I think, Sencha Bard said, his hand still stopping her, theres something we should do first.