Chapter 246 - 247: These villages? These cities? A mess. But me? I’m a walking upgrade button
Yeah, so maybe—maybe—the cities were slightly better than the villages. Maybe they had a bit more order, a few extra brain cells, and possibly even the tiniest clue about sanitation. Maybe they weren’t digging soup bowls out of mud and using ferns for napkins. Maybe—just maybe—they were inching toward something that looked like a Bronze Age upgrade.
Well, of course they would, Isabella thought, smirking to herself with the kind of unshakable confidence only someone who’s never been humbled a day in her life could possess. The confidence of a goddess surrounded by mere mortals. I’m here now, she mused, eyes glittering with self-admiration. And with me around, anything’s possible.
Her brain was already spiraling into the usual inner praise parade.
They should honestly build statues in my honor. Maybe one at the palace gates. Something tasteful but jaw-dropping. I’ll let them pick the pose, though the one with me stepping on a snake might be symbolic enough. (That has never happened before)
These villages? These cities? A mess. But me? I’m a walking upgrade button.
She folded her hands delicately across her lap as she mentally constructed a future where she single-handedly launched the continent into an early industrial revolution. Steam engines. Paper currency. Toothbrushes. Yes, definitely toothbrushes—if she had to brush her teeth one more time with a chewed stick, she was going to lose it.
She imagined a distant future, centuries from now, where children in school would whisper about "Lady Isabella, the mother of modern civilization," and scribble her name in their primitive notebooks with hearts and glittery stones.
The mental image was so powerful, so delicious, that she nearly gave herself a standing ovation.
They’re lucky to have me. Honestly, where’s my parade? My crown? Do they have sequins in this era yet? Wait—I’ll invent them.
She was so far into her monologue she didn’t even notice Glimora staring up at her with confusion, wondering what exactly Mama was smirking about with that far-off twinkle in her eye. The little beast even tilted her head, then followed her gaze into empty space, half expecting to see someone else there feeding her this ego.
And then—