"Don't be rude, I'm just doing my job," Bubu huffed, her tone soaked in indignation, before blinking out of existence like she'd been personally offended.
But that was exactly when Isabella's lips curved—slow and smug—into a victorious smile.
Hehe.
She didn't even need to be told that information. All it took was two dots and a little brainwork, and boom—level up. Her brain was brilliant. Gorgeous. Overqualified for this stone age nonsense.
Her eyes sparkled with self-satisfaction as she cradled Glimora like royalty holding her tiny, elegant, mildly suspicious heir. Isabella was basking in her own cleverness. Nothing like proving to herself once again that she was the smartest one in the entire damn village.
Glimora, nestled securely in her arms, tilted her small head up. The beastling blinked once. Twice. Slowly. Then she looked at Isabella's face, glowing with silent glee.
