"I need your help," Adeline said, her voice low and serious, her expression the kind she probably practised in front of the mirror.
Isabelle blinked. "Uh huh. What is it?"
Adeline leaned in a little and whispered, "I need your help to take down the Holy Temple."
"What—" Isabelle froze, one hand mid-air as she was about to pour tea. "I'm sorry. What did you just say?"
But Adeline wasn't joking. No sheepish laugh. No "just kidding." No dramatic pause followed by "gotcha." Nope. Instead, Adeline gave her a full grin. Not just any grin—a smug, dangerous one, the kind that made Isabelle wonder if she'd lost her mind or finally found it.
Isabelle opened and closed her mouth. "That—That's—Are you insane?!" she whisper-screamed, throwing nervous glances at the door. "That's blasphemy! I don't even know-" She did not even know what to say to that!
"What?" Adeline simply waved a hand. "It's not like you believe in their cause."
