“Mm… mmm…”
Sensing that perverted gaze falling on her, the goddess instinctively shrank to the side, her body trembling slightly as if touched by something cold.
Those dark eyes instantly grew a bit moist.
So cute I want to tease her a little…
Wait!
Hold on!
Iām not a pervert!
Calm down, calm down…this must be the little devil lurking in my subconscious causing trouble.
Besides, this isnāt the time to be thinking about such things!
At the very leastā¦
I should figure out my current situation first…plan for the future.
āYou donāt have to worry, I wonāt…wonāt do anything to you!ā
Ileaās face turned red, crossing her arms over her chest, tilting her head slightly, only stealing glances at the āgift-wrappedā goddess before her out of the corner of her eye.
āLike I just said, I…really do have things I want to ask you. Now Iāll help remove your restraints, donāt resist…understand?ā
Clink, clank!
Hearing the crisp sound of chains, Ilea knew the goddess was nodding her head repeatedly.
āIf…you canāt remove the bindings yourself, then come over here!ā
Ilea felt a bit awkward at this point.
She really should have let Yumina finish handling this before she came in, now it was just embarrassing.
But earlier…she panicked~
So useless, itās just…just a foolish goddess…
Step, step…
Amid the light rattling of chains, soft little feet stepped on the carpet, making muffled thuds.
Very soon, a faint, elegant fragrance drifted over to Ilea.
Phew…keep calm, itās normal for her to smell nice since she just bathed…
Moving her gaze forward nonchalantly, Ilea froze for a second, then decisively reached out and poked…the little bellybutton in front of her.
ā?!!!ā
āAhem! I…that was an accident!ā
The young lady stood up with a flushed face, inwardly berating her own perverted behavior just now.
It was definitely…definitely the little devil in her subconscious at work!
Thereās no way she could actually be such a pervert!
She quickly reached out, found the clasp binding the goddessās jaw, and undid it.
āPuhah! Ptuh ptuh, cough cough…huh huh…ā
Just freed from her gag, the goddess of the dead hurriedly spat out what was in her mouth, then instinctively tried to put some distance between herself and this pervert.
āSit.ā
But Ilea gave her no chance, pointing directly to the bed behind her.
Humiliation!
As a goddess, when…had she ever been so insulted?
āHmph!ā
In her heart, after using her āsupreme divine powerā to obliterate this woman a thousand times over…the goddess still chose to temporarily submit.
After all, being shocked again or put in that shameful position…she absolutely didnāt want to experience a second time!!
āFirst, let me introduce myself. Iām Ilea Bartios. From now on, you are to call me…Master.ā
Ilea sat down on the high-backed chair beside her.
The blush on her face instantly vanished, and the immature shyness and slight panic in her eyes disappeared in a flash.
What was left was only a biting cold indifference.
āUgh…I…I am the goddess of the dead, one of those who govern reincarnators, Veil Blai.ā
Although she had a lot to say about Ileaās words just now, under someone elseās roof…one had to bow their head.
Humiliation!
āVeil…thatās a nice name. From now on, youāre my pet. Now, tell me…what did you mean by what you said earlier?ā
āHa?! What do you mean, pet!? Besides…I…I am the goddess who holds dominion over the dead! You shouldāā
Listening to Ileaās words, Veil could no longer hold back!
She felt that not only her dignity, but even her divinity had been subjected to outrageous shame.
If she didnāt stand firm now!
She might never be able to lift her head again in this lifetime…
Huff!!
āWhaā!?ā
But…in the next instant, before the goddess of the dead could say anything more, that teal iron rod crackling with electricity was already right in front of her.
The tip of the rod lightly touched Veilās pale lips.
Sparks danced across it, making her feel a sharp sting…
Thud!
The goddess instinctively plopped back down on the bed.
Her eyes…filled with fear and confusion.
Was she just…was she really about to be killed?
āAnswering a question with a question…is that what passes for divine etiquette?ā
Ilea slowly stepped closer, raising the iron rod in her hand, then swung it down hard.
āEek!!ā
Whooshā!
Bang!!
Zzzzt…
In a flash of teal electricity, just a few centimeters from Veilās head, the expensive golden goose-down quilt and handmade sheets were burnt through with a large hole.
The solid wood bed frame let out a pained creak.
Maniac…this woman…sheās completely a maniac!!
At this moment, there was only this thought left in Veilās mind…
It shouldnāt have been like this at all.
Wasnāt it supposed to be that this reincarnator ā who knew nothing and had nothing ā would be overjoyed upon finding her, a goddess?
Wasnāt he supposed to treat her as an honored guest, to eagerly ask her about the path that lay ahead?
Why…why did it turn out like this…?
āI ask, you answer…do you understand now?ā
Before Veil could continue her thoughts, the cold metal was already pressed against her delicate, pale cheek, lightly tapping her twice.
āYes!! Please ask away!ā
The goddess, now powerless, instantly abandoned all other thoughts in her mind and sat up very properly.
She was indeed the goddess of the dead, and even with her divine power sealed, there was almost no way in this world to actually kill her.
But even so, pain…still existed.
And she…was most afraid of pain.
Phew~
Looks like…she gambled right.
At this moment, Ilea was actually far less calm inside than she appeared.
The fact that she had managed to carry out revenge against three families within twenty years ā each time leaving no trace ā already proved how meticulous and calculating she was.
Right now, in every sense, she and the goddess were like grasshoppers tied to the same rope.
They seemed like they should be on the same side, but there was an irreconcilable conflict between them.
The goddessās misjudgment had led her (Ilea) to such a miserable fate.
Her revenge on the goddess had in turn caused the goddess to lose all her divine power.
Although on the surface, their meeting in this other world seemed harmonious enough, and this goddess appeared silly and harmless…
Ilea would not let down her guard over such things.
Just like she would never show mercy to the innocent children of her enemies, simply because they were pure and had done nothing wrong themselves…
That would be irresponsible to herself, and to her own future.
Therefore ā
She absolutely had to work together with this āgoddess of the dead,ā Veil Blai, who seemed to know so much ā for the long term even, binding her firmly at her side!
But the prerequisite was that she must be the one in control.
No ā to call it control wasnāt even accurate.
With the cards in her hand, she had to be the āMasterā ā the one who held absolute authority.
Only that could prevent many unnecessary accidents.