"Hehehehe…"
A creepy little giggle slipped out of Tiny Elizabeth as she stared at the dull, rusted sword in Rosalina's hand.
Her big red eyes sparkled with mischief.
"You sure know your game, huh?" she said, sounding impressed.
"Honestly, I would have picked the same thing. This ugly old sword is perfect. The cuts it makes will sting for days and days."
"And if they don't treat it right… hehe… they might even get a really nasty infection. The kind that needs super strong healing spells to fix!"
Rosalina gave her a wicked grin. Without meaning to, their smiles matched perfectly.
In that moment, the tall beauty and the tiny Elizabeth looked strangely alike, both with the same naughty sparkle in their eyes.
"I think you and I could be friends," Tiny Elizabeth said sweetly.
She reached out her small, soft hands and gently patted Julius's cheek, like a proud little mother.
"Hehehe…" Rosalina let out her own creepy giggle, her voice light and playful.
"You think so?"
