The Doctor was completely stunned.
Huh?
This person did not recognize her at all?!!
No.
Hadn't she already been here for most of the day?!!
Even the naturally kind-hearted Doctor could not help feeling a surge of anger rise within her.
This person was not taking her seriously at all, was she?
"Miss, it would be better to be more cautious sometimes. Do not do things that make others uncomfortable to watch."
As she spoke, her tone resembled that of a warden or security guard—clearly not something a researcher ought to say.
Well, damn.
Those words made Herta, whose mind was still full of being tormented half to death by some damned Masked Fool, reveal an unfriendly expression.
Was this a threat?
Naturally, Herta would not be intimidated by words of this caliber.
She was an Emissary of Intellect, an extraordinary being who did not need to pursue knowledge and could accomplish infinite possibilities with inspiration alone.
Still, being threatened never felt good.
Let her think...
How was she supposed to strike back again?
She narrowed her eyes, and the image of a certain neighbor suddenly flashed through her mind—that bastard who seemed especially skilled at talking nonsense and giving people nicknames.
"What a loyal-looking dog. The grudge between your master and me does not need your barking."
So, imitating that neighbor's tone, she curled her lips into the faintest sneer:
The moment those words left her mouth, the Doctor's intellectual face froze, as though it had been locked into the river of time.
No.
W-was that really Herta's level of attack power?
He involuntarily sucked in a breath, his heart filled with shock.
Russell, too, stood rooted to the spot for a moment, his expression frozen as he had no idea how to react.
If Sparkle was your neighbor,