Chapter 142: The Witch’s Illusion

Pan now knew how Tom had felt back then, as he had been taken by Luciano.

But their situations were not the same, he told himself. He was someone who could throw a spear with the best of them. Someone who had pierced the flesh of an Archdemoness!

But, darn, he was not ready for this!

"Prince Pan," he was no prince, he wanted to tell the troll before him!

 Now Pan knew why Solas had not even entertained the thought of being with the being!

"Our wedding will be next week, at sunset," the being was delusional if it thought that Pan was going to marry it!

Pan blinked.

That was King Nicodemus. He shouldn't think of him as an it. What if he read his thoughts?

"What if I don't want to marry you? And I am no prince," Pan retorted, as he felt the strange desire to wrap himself in the burka again.

"Then I behead you," Nicodemus offered him his hand.

Pan took it.