Chapter 238 - 239: So much for delicate and dignified
Isabella had decided to just go to sleep that night—and more importantly, she had decided not to talk to Bubu.
Yes. Silent treatment was in full swing.
And if anyone dared say that giving a system the silent treatment was childish, they could square up. Because after all the chaos, threats, and near-death experiences, Isabella felt completely justified in ignoring the snarky, unreliable thing floating invisibly in her head.
So when morning came, with the first golden sliver of sun sneaking through the hide-draped window cracks and the chirping of unfamiliar birds filling the air, Isabella cracked one eye open with a dramatic groan. Not a single "Bubu" was muttered. Not even a sigh of acknowledgement. She sat up with her hair pointing in seven different directions like a magical cactus and dragged herself out of bed like a woman who’d fought wars.
Still no "Bubu."
She walked out to the riverbank just behind the hut, clutching her chewing stick she had gotten used to as her makeshift toothbrush. The cold water bit at her skin, making her shiver, but it also helped wake her up. She crouched at the edge, scooping water onto her face and letting the ripples clear the remaining sleep from her eyes. The birds kept chirping. Glimora chased a bug near a tree. The world kept spinning.
But Bubu? Still ghosted.
She liked it that way.
Isabella scrubbed her teeth with her crushed charcoal paste which was now preety popular among the villagers. The moment it touched her gums, a cold sting zipped through her mouth — sharp, cool, and awakening. She hissed, not from pain, but from the icy jolt of mint, her mouth left tingling and sparklingly fresh. Her hair, still damp and tied in a lazy twist, clung to her neck as she stood and stretched, exhaling into the morning air like a minty dragon.