Chapter 170

When Celestia stepped out of the elevator behind Jareth with a tense face, Isabelle immediately squeezed out a shaky smile. "C-Celestia..." She opened her mouth, trying to say something, but went completely blank. Her brain froze, and even her facial muscles didn't seem to work properly. She had no idea what expression she was wearing. Celestia glanced at Isabelle's pale face, staying silent. She wasn't in the mood to talk, but still, she blurted out, "You don't look so good. Are you sick or something?" Isabelle paused, instinctively touching her face and realizing it was ice cold. "No, no," she said, shaking her head almost frantically. She forced herself to stay calm, to stop freaking out, but her mind was still racing. What just happened? Why did they come up together? Her thoughts were tangled in a mess, circling in her head. She took a deep breath, managing to pull herself together somewhat. With effort, she tugged at the muscles on her face, forcing a stiff smile. "Celestia, some