As Gray and Lilith walked slowly toward the gathering,
Sir Sparkleton, marching proudly ahead, led the way—
his red lights blinking like an excited siren.
He marched right up to the wooden platform,
where Ethan was still sitting stiffly in his tribal wedding clothes, a ridiculous flower crown slipping sideways on his head.
Sir Sparkleton stopped right in front of him, tilting his square head up dramatically, blinking his red robot eyes at Ethan.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Ethan blinked back, stunned.
His body frozen like a statue.
"...What is happening?" he whispered to himself in shock.
But before he could move the villagers gasped.
Loud, audible gasps spread through the crowd.
Old women covered their mouths, children pointed excitedly and strong men knelt down without hesitation.
And then—
one by one, they all started bowing.
Dropping to their knees in front of Sir Sparkleton,