Your highness, what about Kale? A voice called out from behind.
It was Lydia, the vice commander and instructor of this batch of maidservants who had been with Isf for nearly a century.
Lydia, possessing a striking visage reminiscent of a cherished presence, had remained longer than her predecessors, not discarded along with the last group, but kept nearby for her enjoyment.
Under Isif's imposing gaze, Vice Commander Lydia involuntarily held her breath and promptly knelt.
Isif regarded her beautiful face with a hint of regret.
She was beginning to grasp her temperament.
Yet it was unfortunate that such a lovely visage would soon be lost to her.
"Oh well, if I cannot see it again, I shall find a similar substitute at Sister Ulia s home.
" Isif chirped, her voice sweet and reminiscent of an innocent girl.
Is there such a person as Kale? I only know of Princess Emolica.
Is continued, "The deep sea has its holy son, and naturally, we have a princess raised within the temple.
She surveyed the maid servants.
These little ones are the seedlings she had carefully nurtured and were now ripe for harvest.
You should go and see Emiolica.
She has been feeling somewhat nostalgic for her companions.
" With that, Isif beamed and waved her hand, and the temple doors swung open.
Numerous maidens found themselves inexplicably drawn into the temple, their bodies moving against their will.
Creek, the grand door of the temple, closed behind them, resembling the gaping m of a ferocious beast that devoured them all.
Lydia felt an overwhelming sense of terror.
In that fleeting moment, her body was entirely beyond her control.
Unlike the other maidens, who remained somewhat bewildered, her divine essence was suffused with unadulterated fear.
As the maiden spotted Kale and rushed towards her, exclaiming joyously that the sovereign had declared her to be a princess.
Lydia was beset by horrific visions.
Terrifying memories that had lain dormant now surged forth from the depths of her lineage.
Flames, death, blood, a shattered divine realm, the anguished cries of her mother, and the image of her fleeing while cradling an egg.
She realized she was not merely a tree spirit.
A fragment of her being belonged to the realm of fish.
She was something more.
Panic enveloped Lydia as she surveyed the scene before her.
Ah, run.
It hurts.
Don't bite me.
The festive atmosphere in the hall dissipated, replaced by screams and frantic flight.
Kale, no.
That was merely a monster cloaked in kale skies.
It was slaughtering its companions and consuming them.
Many maidens attempted to cast spells in defiance or to escape.
But since the sovereign had compelled them into the temple, their divine powers were now sealed, rendering them as powerless as mortals.
The massacre continued unabated, no matter how the maidens cried out, pleading for mercy, hurling insults, or issuing threats.
Kale like an irrational beast, savagely slaughtered and devoured.
With each divine being consumed, their essence was absorbed into kale.
It was akin to a grotesque form of nurturing.
My mother is the matriarch of the Nixon divine family.
You cannot kill me.
I am little Ran from the Roy family.
We have played together since childhood.
Kale, see clearly one by one.
For Kale, these slightly tougher mortals were easy prey.
Soon the number of living divine beings within the temple dwindled until a bloodstained innocent girl stood before Lydia, gazing at her face with a moment of bewilderment.
But swiftly her hand pierced through Lydia s chest, extracting her divine core.
In the depths of the sea god s temple, Dennis awoke from his slumber, startling the voluupuous woman beside him.
"What is it, Dennis?" she inquired.
Her divine aura enveloping him as she gently wiped the sweat from his brow.
"I'm sorry, your majesty.
I had a nightmare and inadvertently woke you, Dennis replied softly, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
With a voice tinged with a hint of sobs, he lamented, "I dream that you no longer wanted me.
I love you so dearly.
I cannot bear to lose you.
" The woman chuckled softly, tenderly patting the youth's back, while any sense of unease dissipated amidst his sweet words.
"Ashu Suzi Han s first action upon awakening in the morning was to sneeze.
She felt an uncomfortable sensation in her nose and rubbed it gently, rising from her seat, she noted the room's temperature was quite pleasant, draping a blanket over her shoulders, she pushed open the bedroom door and stepped out, only to feel a heaviness beginning to cloud her mind.
Had she caught a cold, but how could a deity fall ill? Suzhon sniffled slightly through her congested nose, deciding to wait and see if her condition would improve.
If not, she would have no choice but to seek a physician.
Good morning.
Chi-Chi had risen early and greeted Suzi Han from the living room.
Her demeanor somewhat lethargic.
A shared glance revealed that both were not feeling their best.
Are you experiencing a foggy mind, a heavy head, cold limbs, sneezing, and a runny nose? Chi-Chi was the first to inquire.
Yes, Chi-Chi.
Are you unwell too? Suzi Han replied, noting the nasal tone in Chi-Chi's voice, which indicated a similar affliction.
Chi-Chi sniffled again and with a slightly horse voice said, "I apologize.
I forgot about that little vengeful creature behind me.
It easily brings misfortune and I inadvertently drag you into it.
This is merely an insidious little trick, akin to a minor cold that will resolve in a day or two.
It's not a serious matter.
" Chi-Chi didn't te elaborate further, but Suzi Han understood she was referring to Isf from their conversation the previous day.
Seeing the slight confusion on Suzi Han's face, Chi-Chi continued, "Are you familiar with the curse of knowledge? The outer gods employ such methods, albeit in varying degrees.
Nevertheless, there is no need to fear when confronting their true forms.
I'm unafraid of them.
Such trivial tactics.
" Sichu Chi-Chi turned her head, retrieving a handkerchief to wipe her nose, striving to maintain her composure before Suzi haunt.
Once she had cleaned herself, she turned back and continued, "Were it not for my recent busyiness, I would not hesitate to confront the god in their realm.
" "Huh, a chew.
" Chi-Chi sneezed robustly again, pressing the handkerchief to her face.
Observing Chi-Chi's state, Suzi Han produced a pack of tissues from her spatial storage and offered it to her.
Simultaneously, she found another blanket to hand over.
Soon, Chi-Chi appeared, similarly wrapped in a blanket resembling Suzi Han in appearance.
The blanket served more as a psychological comfort against a chill than a physical remedy, as neither truly had a cold.
Yet, the solace it provided was undeniable.
Huddled together under the soft fuzzy covering, they felt significantly warmer.
As the divine attendants began their day, a small sprite roused Foam Lu from her slumber.
After sharing a meal together, Suzi Han personally escorted Foam Lu to school.
The rain continued to fall and Suzi Han utilize a teleportation spell to reach the school directly.
After ensuring everything was in order with the supervising teacher, Vice Dean Tree Spirit, Suzi Han and Chi-Chi returned home.
Due to their cold symptoms and the absence of urgent work, the morning's agenda was cancelled.
Wrapped in blankets within the temple.
Suzi Han and Chi-Chi took the opportunity to rest.
Chi-Chi sneezed intermittently, and the trash can on the floor began to accumulate a growing pile of crumpled tissues.
As Suzie Han felt her health gradually improving with less pain in her head and a decrease in coldness, she decided to pass the time by turning on the first generation television invented by the Dark Empire.
Sufien, accompanied by Chi-Chi, gazed at the program on the television.