"Waaah, where have you all been? Why did you lock me inside that tiny little box, so dark and cramped, for so many days?! It felt like I couldn't sense time at all in there. I was filled with despair and loneliness! You're all so awful! I may talk a little too much, but I'm nowhere near as noisy as those other magical creatures! How could you do this? I could tell that over the past few days, you've all been far away from me. The dragons suddenly started changing their habits—was that related to you people too? I knew it, I knew it. Our bond has faded, hasn't it? Betty would be one thing, but you all..."
The moment Betty summoned the book, it began babbling without pause.
As though it had been stifled for too long, it kept voicing the frustration and despair in its "heart" over the past few days, as if it had endured a life straight out of hell.
It was enough to make listeners weep—if not for the fact that Roger had seen it bragging online through the Magic Net every single day.
Roger had originally thought that after being locked in solitary confinement for so long, letting it complain and vent a little would be fine. But this fellow was getting more and more outrageous, and showed no signs of stopping.
At last, he interrupted it. "I already saw you chatting with people online. At most, you spent a few days surfing the internet in solitary confinement. Once we're done with this, I'll tie Betty up there and have her listen to you pour out your frustrations."
"Really?!"
The book spoke with unprecedented decisiveness. Since Roger had known this fellow, this was the first time he had heard it say anything so brief.