Chapter 8: How Much Do You Care About Your Hair?
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," she said through gritted teeth. "Just tell me where the four-stripe beastman is."
"The only four-stripe beastman in this village?" The green-marked woman tilted her head mockingly.
Another cackled. "That would be the Lion King."
The moment those words left her mouth, the group exploded into laughter.
Isabella's stomach dropped. Oh, hell no.
"Wait, the Lion King?" she asked, brows furrowing.
A woman with brown hair smirked. "Yeah, our great and mighty lord. You want to see him?"
The way she said it made it painfully obvious they thought the idea was laughable.
Isabella lifted her chin. "Yeah, so?"
More laughter. Some of them wiped away fake tears.
"You?" one said between snickers. "Looking like that?"