"Although I really want to strip you naked, stab you into a beehive inside your temple, and then leave your corpse on display in the most conspicuous spot there, but..." Ele glanced at Qianyi, who was watching from nearby, and let out a deep sigh. "Unfortunately, I just can't bring myself to do it."
"Ha?!" The silver-haired Ishtar looked as though she had heard the greatest joke in the world, her expression turning wonderfully animated.
"Don't misunderstand, Ishtar. This isn't because I've forgiven you, nor is it because I can't bring myself to hurt you." Ele could not help glancing at Qianyi again, and a girlish, bashful softness entered her voice. "I just really like Qianyi, so I don't want him to see my cruel and cold side. That's all."
Whether male or female, no one wanted to show the person they liked a savage side capable of cutting someone to pieces without even changing expression.
Ele was no exception.
She had genuinely wanted to drag this arrogant little sister into the temple, strip away all her disguises, hang her up with chains, stab her into a beehive with a spear, then leave her corpse exposed in the Underworld to vent the fury that had built up inside her—fury that this scrap of Ishtar had dared to try and steal Qianyi right in front of her.
But halfway there, she suddenly realized something: the temple of the Venus Goddess alone could never block Qianyi's line of sight.
The moment she thought of Qianyi possibly seeing her torture and kill a defenseless remnant of Ishtar, the rage burning in Ele's heart was instantly extinguished as if doused with a bucket of cold water.
She did not want Qianyi to think she was a monster.
Because she truly liked Qianyi.
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