The Girl Who Shouldn't Be Here
"Do you really think that anything you've just said makes any sense!?"
A sharp bonk landed squarely on Isabella's head, followed by Davis Fireheart's voice echoing through the carriage, raw with irritation.
"Owww!" she whimpered, clutching her head with both hands and crouching down like a scolded kitten.
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What could I even do in this situation?
There she was—the little troublemaker—sitting on the floor of my carriage, pouting, teary-eyed, and holding her head in pain as if I were the villain.
How did she even get in here? We'd departed in such a rush that even my escort barely had time to breathe, yet somehow this girl managed to sneak aboard.
It didn't make any sense.
Max—the man revered as one of the Heavenly Paragons, known across the Martial World as a legend—was her grandfather. Someone like him could erase an entire clan from existence with a flick of his finger.
