So I became the worst warrior

Chapter 16

Searching casually, an inexplicable complacency flashed in her eyes: "I believe you have something special here."

Isabelle could have left, but she didn't.She would rather watch Cynthia worry about the princess, watch her immerse herself in her own world, and then let herself be upset.She turned her head and saw a blue butterfly hairpin.She imagined herself wearing this hairpin... no... what she imagined was someone putting it on for her.Isabel shook her head, not daring to think too much.

Going one step further is the abyss of self-torture. For that little bit of dignity, it's best to keep the status quo.

"Like it?" The store manager came over, she took off the card and put it in Isabel's hands, and Isabel hurriedly handed it back: "I don't like it."

"I have been in the store for a long time, so I know what kind of eyes really like it. This thing is not expensive, so it should be a discount for new customers."

The store manager and Isabel smiled at each other, and Isabel nodded: "Thank you."

Cynthia finally made her own choice."Pack this up for me," she said, pointing to a red rose brooch on a shelf.

The store manager took the brooch, went to the counter, and carefully selected a pink paper to wrap it.

"What were you just saying?"

"It's nothing." Cynthia didn't ask any more questions.Although the conversation just now was light, she heard everything just now.

Doctor ([-])

After spending a month, Isabel and Cynthia finally successfully developed the medicine.

Isabel sat on the bed, and Cynthia walked up to her with the transparent liquid of the hour meter: "Let's start the experiment."

"Does it really have to be the two of us?"

"Who are you going to drag into the water under the current situation? Speaking of which, haven't alchemists used to test poisons since ancient times? And I don't feel at ease if someone else tries such a precious potion." Cynthia said As he spoke, he took a small drop of liquid with a dropper and dripped it onto his fingertips.Isabel lay down on the bed obediently: "But why did you enter my spiritual world?"

"I have too many inappropriate things in my mind." Cynthia put her fingertips between her eyebrows: "I'm starting to sing."

"Have you finished your homework today?"

"Ah."

"Is the etiquette class on time?"

"Ten minutes late."

"why?"

The little girl lowered her head and pursed her lips without speaking.The child was seven or eight years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, and Cynthia tried to figure out who it was with her toes.

"As I said, I don't allow you to affect your daily schedule because of those lowly friends. Are you going to be like your useless father? You don't know where you are going to die all year round. You want to live like this life?"

"It's annoying, I don't allow you to slander Dad!" Cynthia heard hurried footsteps, and hurried to the door, and little Isabel rushed out of the door, tears streaming down her face.Cynthia glanced at the cold woman in the room.As luck would have it, Cynthia knows her as the daughter of the free and current Governor, Eve.

Could she be Isabel's mother?

Cynthia quickly followed little Isabel, and followed her to her bedroom.This house is not small, and Cynthia suspects that this is the residence of the free governor.If it is a purely rational analysis, since she easily entered this secret place in this experiment, she should take this opportunity to explore this place is the top priority.It's a pity that Cynthia is not so despicable.She knew that it was very ungentlemanly to leave a little girl crying, and she would never let herself be ignored by Isabel.

Cynthia pushed the door open and entered, and she had a full view of little Isabel holding the doll pear flower with rain.Little Isabel was a little shocked. She was so strong, how could she let others see this scene: "Who are you? Get out!"

"Sorry, I seem to be lost. I'm looking for a girl named Isabel White."

Little Isabel turned her head: "What are you looking for her for?"

"She's a good friend of mine." Cynthia walked up to her slowly, touched her pockets, and sure enough, her good habit of carrying papers didn't change here.Cynthia took out the paper and handed it to little Isabel: "Why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry."

"Okay, you didn't cry"?

Cynthia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She sat next to little Isabel and asked softly, "Did you quarrel with your mother?"

Little Isabel nodded, and she took out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and put it in Cynthia's hand.Here's a magic report card.The difficulty is probably at the junior high school level, but little Isabel easily got full marks.

"It's ok, little genius! Since this is the case, why are you unhappy?"

"You don't really want to praise me at all, do you? You must be like my mother! My mother doesn't care about my grades in magic class. She just wants me to be a lady. I will marry a king or something."

"I'm just like your mother. But is there anything wrong with marrying a king and becoming a queen?" Cynthia asked back: "Isn't every little girl fantasizing about becoming a princess or a queen?"

"Have you fantasized about it too?"

Cynthia touched the back of her head, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I never thought about becoming a queen, but I imagined becoming a king."

Little Isabel snorted very disdainfully: "Aren't you the same? I just want to be a brave man. Is there anything wrong with that? I just want to save the world like my father. Isn't that wrong? Should I be like She's a political victim. A canary in a cage."

"This is not like a little girl, what should be said." Cynthia remembered that she was in Isabel's spiritual world, so little Isabel's confusion is also the current Isabel's confusion.Cynthia is in a different situation from hers, completely different. Although they are both geniuses, Cynthia's life is always cruel. Her birth was accompanied by the departure of her father; What is more is the mother's despair.But there is no doubt about one thing: the two have already carried too many things since they were born.

"You already know who you want to be, so why do you care what other people think? You want to be a brave man, not destroy the world. Why are you so cynical? There is no right or wrong in this world. Others What is approved is right, and what is not approved by others is wrong? Don’t be kidding! We live according to our own will and our own nature, because our will is bright and our nature is kind. I and Your mother is different, I know you are a good person and a good boy, so I am completely sure of your dreams and expectations."

"Isn't it a little too blind for you to say that?"

"Blindly, you mean my trust in you. I trust you blindly, what's the matter. Don't you deserve my trust?"

Little Isabel lowered her head, her voice was very weak: "If I let you down, I don't deserve your trust at all. If I hurt you, would you still say that?"

“I know that assumptions are an important part of problem solving, but I’m forever sneering at assumptions that don’t make sense. Believe it or not, I’m right. You’re absolutely sure what you do can hurt Me? I'm that powerful, aren't I?"

"Too arrogant!"

"It's called confidence."

Little Isabel hugged Cynthia's left arm.Gently left a kiss on her cheek: "Actually, you sometimes look like a big sister."

Isabel slowly opened her eyes, as if she had experienced a very real dream.In the dream, I returned to the quarrel with my mother eight years ago, and once again returned to the despair that day.But, there was that strange figure in the dream again—that figure was lying on his body now.

"Cynthia! Cynthia!" Isabel pushed Cynthia who was in a coma: "Wake up!" The effect of the medicine was very strong, and Isabel was afraid that something might happen that would make Cynthia sleep for a long time. Looked at Cynthia.

"Ah, there's really no need to be so ruthless, right?" Cynthia sat up slowly, her face was pale, and she kept rubbing her temples, "Ah, my head is about to explode... It's been by now, how many minutes ?”

"Two ten minutes."

Cynthia fell on the bed again: "We succeeded."

"Yeah, we made it."

Cynthia laughed inexplicably.The laughter was like a silver bell, hovering over the room.Although her voice is smiling, she has returned to her previous state of doing whatever she wants.In fact, Cynthia's mind was still blank, her eyes were full of little white snowflakes, and she didn't quite know what she was talking about: "Oh, this is really a wonderful trip. Isn't your mother too strict? No It's so bleak to think of your past. But compared with our tigress, it's far worse."

You dare to think too.Isabel also started to laugh: "Our one is the fiercest one."

"Don't argue with me about this."

"By the way, isn't your mother also sister Zena's mother? But sister Zena said she is an orphan!"

"Just believe what she says. Did she jump out of a crack in the rock? She is just talking nonsense. How can she have no parents? She is no better than me, at least she has seen what my father looks like. She is