Chapitre 575: I'm not rude, I'm unicorn focused

Isabelle scanned the report in her hands as she walked. She barely understood every third word of it, but that was no excuse.

It was about Nevremian agriculture, that much she understood. So iff she brought it to Alexander, he'd be able to help decipher it for her, maybe even help teach her to understand.

Although the festivities might have thrown things off, she had a vague idea of where he ought to be this time of day, and so that was where she was going as she walked.

She turned a corner, and slammed full force into another warm body.

She screamed as she fell in a tangled web of limbs and her papers scattered through the air.

Everything spun, her heart and stomach lurched.

She felt like she was flying, briefly.

Then she slammed painfully into the stone floor, with a strange man stuck, huddled over her.

Her heart was racing, and she didn't think she'd ever been more scared.

"Oh." The man said, looking down at her.