Isabelle hesitated for two seconds.
But soon, the fighting spirit reignited in her eyes.
As the ace reporter of the "Abyss Times," if she couldn't handle a mere human, then how could she call herself a reporter, or even an Enchanting Demon?
"Deal."
She curved her lips, lightly licked her fangs, and extended her hand for a shake with Lulu.
The slimy hand of the Slime met the delicate hand of the Enchanting Demon, thus establishing this dignity-staking bet.
Lulu lazily wobbled her transparent body and looked at Isabelle with schadenfreude: "I'm looking forward to seeing how you embarrass yourself. Perhaps you can write a feature for yourself."
Isabelle flicked her golden hair and made a funny face.
"Get my office ready. I want the one that's been newly renovated. Also, my assistant better be a handsome Vampire, or even a human, but don't assign me a not-quite-this-not-quite-that Slime... of course, no offense to you."
Lulu shrugged and added leisurely.
