After letting out that final verbal shot at the fox, Lola waited for the inevitable comeback. But surprisingly, the two-tailed creature simply remained in her position, her silver eyes glittering with cold calculation rather than responding to the provocation. The fox had apparently decided that words were no longer worth the effort.
Noah turned to Lola with a practical question that had been on his mind. "It's not ripe yet, I assume?"
"It's not, otherwise they would have already taken it," Lola confirmed with a slight nod.
This time, Lola made certain to establish a sound barrier around their conversation using mana manipulation, deliberately hiding their discussion just to annoy the fox more.
The petty manoeuvre worked perfectly.
