Isolde smiled and folded her arms before leaning on the bed frame. He was growing faster and faster; soon, he would hit Divine Tier.
Godfrey's growth was familiar. She saw glimpses of this throughout her childhood. At that moment, her eyes gained a purple glow. The female doctor walked in a few minutes later and found Isolde already on her feet, making her way toward the door.
"What are you doing?!" You need to rest, your internal system is currently at war!"
"I need a piece of paper and a pencil," Isolde demanded.
"You saw something?" the doctor gasped. She was quite close to the Pendragon family and took care of Isolde from a young age, so sudden demands like these weren't odd to her.
But for a while, Isolde had not asked for drawing sheets, unlike her younger self.
"I'll go get it. You wait here."
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