Chapter 29: Damn it!
[“No respect for your elders, huh? 😁 Looks like this weakling junior’s been getting plenty of Astreya’s ‘care’~ 🤓🖕🏼”]
Aphrosia choked, too embarrassed to respond…
No one could understand her. Every time she slept, she entered a mysterious space where Astreya drilled her in etiquette and magic. Astreya was strict and torturous!
This led Aphrosia to avoid sleep unless absolutely exhausted…
Of course, Astreya knew about this behavior. And her punishment…
Mostly because Aphrosia got her mocked by Daphne for ten days straight…
“I’m just a strict elder to my junior! What about you? Are you the Goddess of Radiance’s junior too?”
Daphne pouted, snapping, [“What a joke! As if she’s worthy? I’m just… well…”]
She stammered, trailing off.
“What’s that?” Aphrosia pressed, eager to embarrass this utterly un-divine, green-haired loli.
For some reason, seeing Daphne’s squirming made her giddy…
Aphrosia couldn’t help but wonder: Could she be Astreya’s kin by blood?
Seeing Aphrosia’s wicked grin, so like the Goddess of Radiance, Daphne pouted harder. With a flick of her delicate hand, the vines binding Aphrosia tightened. Aphrosia let out a soft, captivating moan. Before, she could tease Daphne a bit, but now, immobile, she was at Daphne’s mercy.
Daphne stowed her lyre, curled her fingers, and tapped Aphrosia’s head, making a crisp sound.
“Ow!”
[“Hmm, nice head~”]
“Why so hard!” Aphrosia wanted to clutch her head, but her arms were tied above, bound to the tree.
[“Hmph, that’s what you get for disrespecting your elder!”] Daphne turned away, smirking.
Aphrosia scoffed inwardly. What, was she some tsundere? That move was textbook!
[“What? That look says you’re not convinced. Too bad, bite me~ Weakling, can you even move a pinky?”]
Aphrosia was fuming, truly red-hot!
She wanted to bite this infuriating brat! But every time she tried, the vines tightened, sapping her strength.
Aphrosia was frustrated. She had the urge to pin Daphne down, but reality doused her with cold water.
Daphne was using the same tricks Aphrosia pulled on the Rainbow Cloud Birds. Karma? Seriously!
Now she was the one bound? Evil gets its due, and it hit her hard…
“Senior Daphne, getting mad from embarrassment? Don’t forget, I’ve got important stuff to do~ You’ll have to let me go~”
Aphrosia spoke confidently.
She stopped struggling—moving only tightened the vines.
[“True, I should let you get to business, but…”]
The green-haired girl paused, her grin barely contained.
“But?”
[“I already ratted you out to that Astreya woman. Sweet dreams tonight, weakling~”]
Seriously? A god snitching? Was she a kid?!
“That’s low!”
[“What was that?”] Daphne, displeased, swung her dainty foot, clad in a thigh-high stocking, kicking Aphrosia’s shin.
It didn’t hurt, but the insult stung. Aphrosia couldn’t take it—her fists clenched!
But what could she do? Daphne held the knife, and Aphrosia was the fish, at her mercy.
Against a god, a mortal like Aphrosia would never come out on top.
[“Well, time’s up. I can’t manifest too long. Good luck, weakling junior~”]
Daphne dissolved into green particles and vanished.
Aphrosia sighed, ready to move, then realized something was wrong. She shouted, abandoning all etiquette and poise.
“Hey! Let me down!”
Daphne’s vines hadn’t budged, leaving her stuck in this pose, vulnerable to anyone…
“Getting scavenged would be a mess! So unreliable!”
With Daphne’s absurd behavior, was there any hope?
She claimed she couldn’t manifest long, yet among gods, she held the record for longest appearances.
An unreliable god who showed up for trivial things, and worse, she was a smug little gremlin! Infuriating, but as a god, untouchable!
Not everyone was the Goddess of Radiance. Being an Astreya didn’t make Aphrosia strong enough to beat a god.
Daphne, the elven god, was the least divine. Her playful personality matched her cute appearance.
Bards strumming lyres and singing her praises called her sacred, great, and kind.
Aphrosia suspected Daphne wrote those poems herself…
She was the God of Nature and Poetry, after all!
But she had nothing to do with those poems’ content!
Not even close! Aphrosia admitted poems beautified things, but outright fabrication wasn’t necessary…
Aphrosia waited for a savior, anyone to free her—any creature would do.
Watch closely! The butler’s signature move was for moments like this!
Though it was the opposite of its original purpose!
A technique born for killing was now her key to survival—what irony.
A target? This place was secluded. Where was a target to mark…
Wait! Aphrosia’s eyes gleamed with an idea.
She sent a telepathic message to her envoys. Who? The poor Rainbow Cloud Birds, of course.
The birds flew to her location, unaware that their rescue mission would make them tools for her escape…
That’s messed up!
“Aphrosia! We’re here to save you!” The red bird flew over, trying to cut the vines, but halfway there, it felt something off…
“You bastard!”