Chapter 149: The Overly Cute Opehlia
Isabella grinned and gave Glimora a small kiss on the head, which earned her a happy chirp and a tiny tail wag. Then she turned back to Cyrus with a bright smile. "Yes, please."
The moment he moved, a thought flickered through her mind like a light bulb going off.
Wait. This was it. The perfect chance to pull out the Infinite Water Pouch.
She spun toward Ophelia, who was currently mesmerized by the dangling fruits above them, eyes wide and sparkling like she’d just seen a dessert tree.
Clearing her throat dramatically, Isabella put on her most serious expression.
"But I don’t like these ones," she said, pointing with extreme dedication to a completely random spot further down the grove. "I think those will be sweeter."
Ophelia blinked. Her round cheeks puffed slightly as her face scrunched in confusion. There was no difference. Not even a shade lighter. If anything, the ones Isabella pointed at looked exactly the same—just a little further away.
But hey. Isabella was basically a genius in her eyes. If she said those fruits were sweeter, then by the stars, they must be.
Cyrus gave a small nod, silent as ever, and started toward the other side of the grove without a word.
"Ah, join him too, Ophelia," Isabella added, flicking her hand in a lazy shooing gesture.
Ophelia saluted—saluted!—and scampered after him with all the dedication of a tiny soldier on a mission. Even though there was absolutely no need for backup.