To be honest, Isabella's plan was to go out and look for a water source, but she barely knew anything about this village—or this world, for that matter. She had just gotten here.
Plus, it was already so late. By now, the celebrations had died down, and the outside was completely silent.
She wanted water—to drink, to wash up—but what if she went out and got attacked by some mystical, oversized beast?
She'd be dead.
And it wouldn't be because of these stupid tasks—it would be because she was dumb enough to go wandering off into the unknown at night.
No.
Not happening.
She took a deep breath, glanced at her task list, and made up her mind.
She'd sleep outside tonight.
It wasn't ideal, but she was already filthy, and there was no way in hell she was going to ruin that clean fur bed.
"Curse you, Bubu," she muttered, standing up with a sigh. "I hope your digital circuits rot."
The system remained silent. But she could practically feel its smugness.
