In response to her dear old father's resentful jab, Pandora merely smiled without a word. The curve of her lips lifted, and she even felt a faint, secret pleasure in her heart.
After all, ever since her birth, she had always been the one getting lectured.
Her days in the Age of Gods in Greece had simply been a blood-and-tears history of oppression.
The world-ending divine weapon she had created by combining the power of the Taboo of the Gods had not only never gotten the chance to show its might, but had also been humiliatingly imprisoned on Ayu Island, reduced to a labor camp inmate forced to do homework and pick mushrooms every day.
At the mention of homework, Pandora loathed it with every fiber of her being. Her lovely face darkened, and her clenched teeth gradually began to creak as she wished she could tear a couple pounds of flesh off a certain guardian.
Who knew where that long worm had gotten so many smoking-hot, utterly immoral ideas? He came up with new ways to torment her every single day.
Writing out the absurdly long name Anastasia Lizleihi von Einzbern a thousand times every day would have been bearable enough.
She had become numb to it anyway, and with practice making perfect, she could just grit her teeth and get through it.
But that was not even the worst of it.
The first thing she had to do upon opening her eyes each morning was submit some damn "Daily Progress Report" ranging from a hundred to a thousand words. Its stated purpose was to cultivate her character and ensure she made progress every day.
At night, she had to write a diary based on her experiences throughout the day, recording her "wonderful" life on the island.
Neither of