Capítulo 67: FOSTER MOMMY TROUBLES

"SKEWER, good job," Neoma praised the scythe cheerfully. She even gently patted the curved blade. Surprisingly, the blade would turn into rubber whenever she would touch it. In short, Skewer wasn't capable of hurting its wielder. "Thank you for protecting me."

Skewer's black blade glowed as if it was happy with her compliment.

Then, it disappeared and went back inside her body. As soon as the scythe disappeared, she heard someone clear his throat.

Oh. Someone wants attention, huh?

She looked up at Tteokbokki, now a six feet tall red dragon, who stood proudly in front of her. "Why do you look so smug?" she asked, "bullying" him again. She wasn't being mean to her Soul Beast out of spite. It was just how they bonded over the years. If she'd be honest, she'd say that Tteokbokki was already like a younger brother to her. "Do you want me to thank you?"