If anyone claimed that the squirrel Ratatoskr did not have some kind of mental illness, Su Ming absolutely would not believe them. Though she had now transformed into a beautiful woman, her eyes had grown larger, and that troublemaker's gleeful nature showed even more clearly in her gaze.
Simply put, she had the look of a spectator who loved watching drama unfold and never feared things getting worse. She seemed impatient to watch Deathstroke chop Ulik to death in person.
People like that did not care who died, nor did they care about the full story behind events. They only cared whether the plot was interesting and whether the outcome after a series of conflicts was lively enough.
If there was no dramatic conflict, they would add fuel to the fire and create some themselves.
To be honest, Su Ming rather liked that sort of personality. It could be troublesome if they latched onto you, but the world was already cruel and dark enough. Finding some amusement instead made people feel better.
After bidding farewell to the Flower Fairy Queen, Dark Deathstroke merely smiled when he saw her little face wrinkle up like a walnut after she stuffed a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean into her mouth. A thought then appeared in his mind.
How should he trick Batwoman into taking one someday? With her willpower, could she still keep a poker face after eating a skunk-fart-flavored candy?
I'm really curious.
The squirrel saw the queen fall for it as well and immediately laughed. Tugging at the large kerchief around her neck, she scooted across the flying carpet toward Deathstroke, her two buttocks shifting back and forth like little feet.
"Give me some of those prank candies, will you? Look, I helped guide you here. You should at least give