Book 3. Chapter 20
“The Taste of Fear.” Part 1
“Well, well. But look who we have here," exclaimed Mhiralla with a sinister smile plastered on her face.
Kalysto’s stomach cringed in fear, her veins seeming to circulate pure ice instead of blood as the entire prison ceiling disappeared, allowing Mhiralla’s imposing figure to show herself in all her splendor. A vaporous gown whiter than her pale skin decorated the goddess’ gigantic body. In her left hand, as if holding a goblet of wine, was Kalysto’s father, Mhiralla’s elongated fingers serving as the bars of a cell. Preventing him from escaping his new prison.
Kalysto grunted as she struggled not to succumb, preventing her body from sticking to the ground as had happened to the rest of them before the suffocating power of the goddess. At the same time as Mhiralla marveled at her handiwork.
“No, Kalysto!” her father shouted, his green eyes flooded with fear.
“Dad!” Kalysto replied, forcing her head up while her knees were still glued to the ground, as were the palms of her hands.
Come on, Kalysto! Focus!
[The Mental Defense skill has been activated.]
I can’t let my father get hurt! Not when we are finally reunited! She scolded herself as she mustered all her strength, trying to stand up.
But it was no easy task.
Still, she kept trying, despite the painful magical pressure that made breathing an ordeal.
[The passive skill Pain Resistance has been activated.]
“It seems that someone has had the foolish idea of entering my territory, but I see that they have only walked right into a trap," the goddess rejoiced, as she watched the daughter of the fairy queen they had come to rescue faint shortly after feeling the magical pressure of her’s power.
Making the goddess delight at the excessive weakness of her rival’s daughter.
“A bit big words for a person who never dares to show her face and always sends her monsters to send the plague and do all the dirty work, but she herself runs away every time the queen is relatively close. Why? Can’t one of the daughters of the goddess of light go toe-to-toe with her father’s former mistress?”
“How dare you compare me to that slut?” Mhiralla became angry, doubling the pressure of her magic, causing Hanna, as well as the monsters and the rest of the fairies to faint.
Thick bolts of lightning lit up the sky as it became covered in thick clouds.
But no lightning touched the earth.
Kalysto’s neck veins began to bulge as she struggled against the powerful force of that invisible pressure.
And taking advantage of the goddess’ distraction, she reached into her own shadow and pulled out a Mana crystal from those given to her by the demon king.
Tsuki’s soft whimpering alerted her to her pet’s desire to come out to help her.
“Stay still!” She scolded him in a low voice, inwardly pleading that the goddess had not heard her.
Absorb! She thought, and immediately two windows, one blue and one purple, popped out to her left.
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[Congratulations, the user has acquired 15,000 MP!]
She then absorbed another 15,000 MP again, feeling that she finally regained almost all the mana she had lost healing the queen’s daughter and her father.
“That’s the kind of manners you teach your daughter, Lorian!” the goddess growled, addressing Kalysto’s father.
“Leave my daughter out of this!” Refused the man, who despite having disappeared 10 years ago, still looked as young as she was before.
“My dad’s name is Nick, not Lorian. At least You should learn the names of the guys you kidnap," Kalysto growled. Making the goddess let out a loud laugh as she mocked her naivety.
“Ha, poor silly girl, you’re the one who doesn’t know anything about the man you call father!” continued the goddess mocking and although Kalysto was annoyed by her words, she let them pass, allowing Mhiralla to continue mocking her, while a soft white glow began to surround her body, emanating from it. Just as it had happened as she struggled to expel the demon king from her mind.
“How is it that you can do that? Weren’t you supposed to be the one who couldn’t use ether, or was that your sister?”
“I think your source of information is a little behind the times” it was Kalysto’s turn to scoff. “I’ve been an only child for 14 years.”
“Insolent!" she snarled, and Kalysto could feel the flow of mana shift around her, feeling it concentrate on the goddess’ free hand. “Apparently, I need to teach you some manners!” a gigantic ice spear materialized in Mhiralla’s hand, who did not hesitate to hurl it at the fairy champion.
But unlike what the goddess expected, Kalysto was able to evade the attack while the desperate cries of her father echoed throughout the place.
“Noooooo! Kalysto!” Unlike the saintess, the goddess didn’t have to wait for the cooldown time between attacks, so dozens of gigantic ice spears were launched at her, again and again and again. “Stop this madness at once, Mhiralla! You promised me that you wouldn’t harm my family as long as I willingly surrendered to you!”
“Ha! And you believed me?” Mhiralla’s eerie laughter echoed throughout the sub-dimension they were in. “Unlike you, I’m not a fairy! So my magic doesn’t hold me to kep my promises!”
“...” Lorian’s face turned even paler than it already was. Unbelieving that a goddess, or rather the daughter of a god, could be such a thing, “You lied to me! All this time you’ve been lying to me, and like a fool I believed you!” He accused her, but his words only seemed to amuse her.
“Yes, I did. And there’s nothing you or your grandmother’s witch, or even your naive daughter, can do to stop me," she mocked.
But Kalysto did not respond to the offense.
Instead, during the time they had been arguing, she regained full control of her body, the same way she did with Persephone, then transformed into a cluster of shadows, slithering through the stone cold alone as if she were a snake, approaching the unsuspecting goddess was too busy taunting the little man she held in her left hand.
Perfect aim! Ice spear! Telekinesis! Penetration enchantment! Duplication! Duplication! Duplication! Duplication! She thought as she was forced to regain her physical form in order to launch the attack.
Blessing! She added, pointing to herself with one hand while with the other she took out the axe she had enchanted from her inventory. And she lunged at the goddess, who was still taunting her father, and slashed the wrist of the hand that held him.
Mhiralla’s thunderous scream made the walls of the subdimension they were in rumble, and the sky itself seemed about to be split in two.
Spikes of earth erupted everywhere, destroying what little was left of the castle as they tore through monsters and fairies alike. The ground began to crack, and a giant hole, even larger than the body of the goddess, opened up near Kalysto’s feet. Separating her from her father.
The saintess had to jump from one side to the other to avoid falling into the dark abyss while the ground that had previously appeared so firm, will look like a pile of debris from an iceberg that had collapsed.
“How dare you hurt me using my own system?” And with a simple wave of the goddess’s hand, the blue window that was open on Kalysto’s left side disappeared completely.
“Dad!” Despair flooded Kalysto’s voice, who had completely ignored Mhiralla’s words, too focused on trying to save her father to pay attention to him.
“Daughter!” replied her father, his body moving farther and farther away from hers thanks to the continuous cracks in the shaking earth. At the same time the goddess’ severed hand turned into a white energy that caught the body of the only man left alive there, then transformed into wind and lifted him into the air until it carried him back to the goddess, who immediately caught him with her good hand.
“You will pay for this!” Said the goddess with her hate-filled gaze on Kalysto. Then she clenched her fist tightly.
All color disappeared from the face of the saintess who watched in terror as rivers of blood gushed from the clenched fist of the goddess as the remains of her father’s body fell to the ground.
“Dad!” Kalysto shouted with all his might.
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