Chapter 1077 – Poor Tongue Technique
Runa's fur bristled.
No, she did not like this one.
Puppet masters always thought control was elegant. Always believed moving bodies by strings was an art. Runa had known court mages like that. Men and women who smiled while making dolls dance and called obedience peace.
Runa hissed.
A sharp, ugly sound.
Lux looked down at her.
The maid stopped. Her eyes lowered to Runa, not offended. Merely curious. "Ah," the maid said softly. "Our little guest is awake enough to judge."
Runa hissed harder.
Little guest?
The maid smiled.
Lux's mouth twitched. "Lyra, she doesn't like puppet control."
Lyra tilted her head. "She can see the strings?"
"I think."
Lyra's expression shifted to polite interest. "Impressive."
Runa did not want to be impressive to a puppet master. She wanted to become large enough to set the strings on fire.
Lyra bowed lightly. "I have prepared some milk for our little guest. I thought she would be hungry."
Runa froze.
