Chapter 53: Does the female ghost have to be dealt with?
“Aphrosia! That Aira’s gone—time to settle our score!”
As expected, Blazewing stormed over, puffed up with indignation, glaring at Aphrosia.
No longer a mere bird, she was now a delicate, adorable girl. Her dainty bare feet pattered on the wooden floor, golden anklets snug around her chubby legs. Though shorter than Aphrosia, she stood a bit taller than Mistfeather—naturally, as the elder sister! Even if she was still a head shorter than Aphrosia.
Clearly, while Aphrosia spoke with Aira, Blazewing had consumed her Genesis Fruit, gaining a human form.
Like Mistfeather, she had cute little wings behind her ears—hers red, unlike her sister’s blue.
“What score? I gave you what I promised.” Aphrosia tilted her head, lounging in her chair with a carefree air, waiting for the tiny figure’s reaction.
What reaction? Pure outrage!
“You, you, you! Teaming up with Mistfeather to mess with me!”
Mistfeather, sprawled on the bed, chimed in, “Sis is already dumb, and you still tease her? Go buy her some sunflower seeds!”
That set Blazewing off completely. Her tiny wings behind her ears flapped wildly, mirroring her fury.
Worse than Mistfeather’s sass, they’d awakened a sleeping lion! The moment it opened its eyes, their fates were sealed! 😠
“I’ll kill you both!” Blazewing charged at Aphrosia with fierce determination.
But the outcome, as always, didn’t go her way.
Why? Just look at the red-haired loli now—skirt tossed aside, red-bottomed and sobbing on the bed.
The scene felt oddly familiar… perhaps it had happened before? Aphrosia didn’t get it, but if Daphne saw this, she’d recall that night dominated by Astraea…
Speaking of Astraea, what was she up to? Shift the view to the divine realm, and you’d see a scene mirroring the inn.
A green-haired girl whimpered on a soft bed, lips pouting in grievance.
No need to guess—she’d mouthed off to Astraea again…
Fuming, Daphne thought: Why must I, a mischievous goddess, always get disciplined? Where’s the justice!
“You didn’t learn that from me?” The radiant blonde angel, none other than Astraea, the Time Goddess, chided.
“What do you mean, from you!” Daphne clutched her backside, protesting.
“Then why did she run to the Church I despise and curse me for ten days?”
Astraea suddenly realized—right, she hadn’t settled that score with that little brat…
If Aphrosia knew the Time Goddess was thinking this, she’d explode: You torment me in my dreams every night, what more do you want!
Yes, since Flo became Aphrosia, every night in her dreams, she was summoned to Astraea’s side for a thorough “lesson” as punishment for her blasphemy.
After all, who else in the world dared curse a goddess? Probably just two.
Who’s the other? Like mother, like daughter—Aphrosia, trained by Aitelien, meant the other was obviously her.
So Daphne was wronged! It was Aitelien’s fault, yet Astraea pinned it on her. Unfair!
If she could beat Astraea, she wouldn’t be in this mess…
Wait—she had an idea!
“Hey, aren’t you mad at Aphrosia for cursing you? Go settle it with her! Why keep picking on me?”
Heh, redirecting the blame! Daphne was a master at minimizing her guilt!
Aphrosia, don’t blame the goddess~
Everything comes with a price, preordained!
If Aphrosia knew Daphne’s shameless scheme, she’d snap, “No wonder mischievous goddesses get punished!”
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Sure enough, Daphne’s plot worked. Fresh from disciplining Blazewing, Aphrosia smugly dusted her hands, as if brushing off nonexistent dirt. But a strange sensation hit her.
Her eyelids grew heavy, her mind foggy. She sensed something wrong—this sudden drowsiness wasn’t natural!
An ambush?
The blonde girl couldn’t hold out, collapsing onto the bed, slipping into a dream.
As for the lolis? Mistfeather was already down for the count, sprawled beside Aphrosia, while Blazewing, freshly disciplined…
She stared at the unconscious Aphrosia for a long time, wary of a trick. Only when Aphrosia’s breathing deepened, confirming she was truly asleep, did Blazewing’s eyes gleam mischievously. With a wicked grin, she propped herself up.
The red-haired loli produced a paintbrush from somewhere, giggling wickedly at Aphrosia’s stunning sleeping face. Her turn had come!
Her red wings behind her ears quivered with suppressed laughter, buzzing like a naughty bee. She crept to Aphrosia’s side, studying her breathtaking face, even in sleep. Long silver lashes framed her closed eyes, her breathing steady—Daphne’s “assist” was perfect; she was out cold.
“Hehehe…” Blazewing stifled her triumphant giggle, afraid to wake Mistfeather, who looked drained nearby. “Aphrosia, you’ve met your match! For teaming up with stinking Mistfeather! For spanking me!”
Holding her breath, her big eyes sparkled with excitement and nerves, like a kid about to deface a masterpiece. She carefully drew a wobbly but unmistakable turtle on Aphrosia’s smooth forehead. Admiring her “art,” she clamped her mouth, shoulders shaking, nearly bursting with laughter.
Little did she know, her retribution was waiting…