Chapter 128: The Calm After the Storm

Thelma Zane’s POV Life had become unusually quiet. The hectic days of strategizing and staying constantly on edge had come to an abrupt halt, leaving me in unfamiliar territory. Relaxation was foreign to me, and I wasn’t sure how to navigate it. Dorothy, however, had her opinions. “Before you complain about boredom,” she said, exasperated, “maybe stop coming over eight times a day to interrupt my work.” She sat across from me, an old book resting in her hands, while I sprawled on the sofa, enjoying the warm sunlight streaming through the window. “How is this interrupting?” I replied with mock indignation. “I’m simply embracing the wisdom I read in a human philosophy book recently: ‘Life is short, so savor it while you can.’ Doesn’t that resonate with you?” Dorothy rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “If you keep up this ‘savoring life’ nonsense in my room, both the King and Queen might just exile us to human society. Then you’ll have all the time in the world to read their ph