Monarch of Space and Time

12: The Devil's Alternative

It's been a week since the chaos ensued in the Wolff mansion.

All because of a girl who couldn't be diagnosed by the high priests, not to mention be healed.

For that reason, she had to deal with coughing and crying blood for a week.

Besides that, it wasn't all that bad for her.

She finally got to laze around with Karma for days with the excuse of being too weak to go out.

They wouldn't have asked her to take a walk either as she looked too weak anyway so they visited Freya in her room when they had time.

The children, Nathaniel and Michael, was the most anxious about her condition. The duchess and her twin, Miguel as well, despite being quiet.

In truth, the blood she was expelling from her body was the dirty mana she absorbed from devouring the magic within the slave collars.

It wasn't supposed to be painful if she was as strong as Beelzebub but since she's human again, she has to endure the pain with her weak shell. The difference in their power was like heaven and hell. They're that far apart.

On the bright side, she gets to keep the pure and filtered clean mana inside her.

This was the ultimate reason why she was willing to endure the painful process of devouring their slave collars. It was to strengthen her magic powers. The more she devours, the stronger she gets. This was her plan from the very beginning.

Of course, only she knew this fact.

In the eyes of the people around her, she's an altruistic young lady who would endure pain for the sake of her people. They're completely convinced that she's an angel sent down from heaven.

Besides that, there was a new addition to her entertainment in life.

A certain palm-sized woman.

"Hey! How long are you going to lay around and eat? You're going to get fat at this rate."

Freya turned to look at the flying druid, her hands on her waist like a nagging mother.

"Come on. I've been so busy despite being sick yet you're nagging me for relaxing?" she grumbled, popping another grape in her mouth.

The druid rolled her eyes.

"Busy? All you did was talk to people."

"Exactly. Talking to people is exhausting. I have to use a lot of my brain cells which makes me hungry. I don't like being hungry. You know how I get when I'm hungry."

"Uhh, no. I don't actually." The druid flew a little higher while thinking about he answer.

'Does she get hella pissed? I saw her power. Does she go berserk and destroy things?'

While she was busy biting her nails in worry, it was Karma who answered for Freya,

"Don't worry, she just gets sleepy."

"Wha- Why make it sound like you were going to destroy stuff when you get hungry?!"

Freya grinned at the druid accusing her.

"I get sleepy when I'm hungry. But when I get sleepy and it's too noisy, I destroy anything that makes a sound so I can sleep peacefully."

The dryad froze. She stared at Freya with a horrified expression before looking at Karma who was nonchalantly licking his paw for confirmation.

At this scene, Freya burst out laughing.

"Oh, were you kidding?" the dryad asked nervously.

Karma shook his head behind Freya while she remained smiling.