Isaac had a strange expression for a moment, though he quickly hid it before anyone else noticed.
He stared at Avery, trying to read her face, but she looked completely composed, as if she had just suggested something entirely reasonable.
He always had this feeling, but now it was confirmed.
This Spirit, who acted noble in front of everyone, had a mischievous side to herself.
It didn't fit the image most people would have of a being like her. One would think that living for over three thousand years would dull emotions, wear down personality, and leave behind only a calm, detached existence.
But Avery was the opposite.
She was quite lively.
For a brief moment, Isaac found himself distracted by that thought. She must have wandered through the wilderness for thousands of years. She must have seen countless things, lost friends, seen kingdoms rising and falling, and watched people struggling only to fail in the end.
