Bubu's voice was a little excited.
[Host, look at you. Standing on a wall with snow in your hair, glaring at the world like you own it. Very in character.]
Isabella's mouth twitched.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"So you are spying on my thoughts," she replied silently. "Again."
[Of course,] Bubu said proudly. [This system exists only for you, host. You promise to protect the village. I give you a buff. That is a fair deal.]
Isabella could not deny that this reward made her feel safer.
A five percent buff sounded small, but in this world, five percent could make the difference between a wall breaking and a wall holding, between an arrow grazing a neck and an arrow piercing a heart.
She blew out a white breath and watched it disappear into the cold air.
"Fine," she answered Bubu. "Then make it worth it. If this wall breaks in winter, I will uninstall you."
Bubu, "…"
[Host is getting more and more fierce,] she muttered.
