Ignis's eyes widened as Isolde's threads snapped and her crown blazed. She pointed an accusing finger at the vampire, her voice triumphant.
"See?! I told you! She was planning something!"
Lilith's lips curved into a slow, approving smile. Her threads, which had been coiled around her fingers, relaxed slightly. "You're getting smarter, Ignis. Perhaps that teleportation knocked some intelligence into your head."
Ignis's flames flickered with indignation. "What's that supposed to mean?! I've always been smart!"
Isolde stared at them, her crimson eyes narrowing with confusion. She had just broken free, had just regained her power, had just tasted victory—and they were... bickering?
'What is wrong with these creatures?' Her mind raced, trying to make sense of their casual demeanor. 'They seem so confident in this idiot. He gave me his blood so easily—such a foolish decision. Blame your leader for his stupidity.'
