Goodbye, Father, and My Cowardice
One minute... two minutes... quickly...
Three minutes... ten minutes... hurry...
More than ten minutes... annihilation... strange, why is this happening?
The new silver-haired elf lowered her head, blinking her scarlet eyes, looking at the man in her arms who showed no signs of fading, her face full of confusion.
Looking back, the magic box that had been floating above the mud was completely still.
Immediately, the silver-haired elf's fair fingers instinctively reached forward, wanting to pinch the cheek of the unfocused, seemingly silent person.
"Smack!"
Then, a crisp, clear sound echoed through the night.
"Have you hugged me enough? I'm warning you, I'm not someone you can just touch anywhere, so don't you dare touch me!"
Samael 'Serpent Eyes snapped open, as if he had been startled awake from a dream. He slapped away the silver-haired elf's claws, pushed it away warily, and his face was full of righteous indignation.
Although you are older, although you are fair-skinned, although you are one of my favorite types from my past life...
But that's no reason for you to lay a hand on me!
Don't underestimate my integrity, woman!
At least next time Yang gains weight, she should be more sensible and perhaps choose a different time and place.
"It shouldn't be like this, let me try again!"
At this moment, caught in a dilemma, the silver-haired elf frowned as she looked at her fair hands, pondered for a moment, and then continued to touch Samael's cheek while muttering to herself.
"Smack!"
In response, he flicked her forehead with a sharp flick.
The girl rubbed the swollen, red area, paused briefly, then her eyes flashed with a fierce light as she reluctantly tried to probe again.
"Bang!"
This time, as a hand suddenly enlarged before his eyes, a violent impact, like a meteorite falling, struck his head. The silver-haired elf crashed into the ground, creating a huge crater amidst the tremors of the island.
Poke... poke...
Tina squatted in the pit, blinking her Cross Star Pupils, and curiously poked the head under the messy silver hair with her index finger.
The silver-haired elf angrily pulled her body parts out of the pit, and the black and red patterned long dress she wore, made from the placenta, showed faint cracks.
Damn it! Damn it!
Full of grievances, the new girl glared menacingly at the blue-haired goddess before her. Just as she raised her hands, ready to take revenge on the woman, a crisp snap of fingers came from the edge of the pit.
In an instant, those wounds previously pierced and embedded by the dark gold wedge-shaped runes became hot and stinging.
As the silver-haired elf clapped his arms and cried out in pain, chains of light-like laws burst forth from his body, intertwining repeatedly to tightly bind the little creature with its milk teeth and claws showing, layer upon layer.
The silver-haired elf, like a dried-out, wilted salted fish, lay stiffly on the ground, unable to move.
I am a natural disaster!
I am destruction!
I am the embodiment of malice in this world!
Samael rested his chin on his hand, looking with amusement at the familiar yet unfamiliar pretty face beneath the silver hair, and a strangely pleased smile curled up at the corners of his lips.
"Still haven't figured it out? You are an elf born from the Evil of This World and all kinds of disasters and diseases, while I am the creator who gave Original Sin of Humanity."
The ancient snake seemed to remember something interesting, clapped its hands, and gave a strange smile.
"Speaking of which, you were indirectly created by me, little Pandora..."
At this moment, the Daughter of Calamity looked up in astonishment, her lips slightly parted, her confusion mixed with a hint of shock.
"So, you're my father?"
"Hmm, you could understand it that way."
Samael smiled and nodded, but when his gaze fell on that familiar yet strange pretty face, he inexplicably added a comment.
"However, it's not a close friend."
"I... I, Julius, wanted to hurt you..."
The silver-haired elf's facial muscles twitched slightly at first, but after gradually adapting to the change, they revealed unspeakable grievance and guilt.
"Good boy, good girl..."
Samael smiled and lowered his hand. After a moment of hesitation and pause, he finally placed it on the head of the silver-haired elf and gently stroked it, as if he were petting a humanoid cat.
She is the original embodiment of the Evil of This World, Pandora, the daughter of plague, not Irisviel, the saintess of the Einzbern Family in the future Holy Grail War.
Therefore, there is no need for excessive respect or psychological barriers.
"Father, please untie me. I want to be a good child. I want to make up for my mistakes."
At this moment, the silver-haired elf on the ground pitifully pleaded, biting her lower lip lightly with her pearly teeth, her face full of remorse.
"OK."
Samael nodded with pleasure, feeling relieved, and reached out to touch the shimmering, dark gold chains wrapped around Pandora.
Yes! Just untie it! You wretched bastard, you'll get what's coming to you!
In the darkness, the silver-haired elf turned her head to one side, her innocent smile twisted with malice, her eyes filled with sinister intent.
However, the moment Samael's fingertips touched the chain, the light band instantly tightened, constricting Pandora's flesh and blood, further highlighting the newborn's plump and developing fruit.
"Father, you..."
The silver-haired elf trembled and moaned like an earthworm, its face filled with astonishment and sorrow.
"Oh, you've learned quite well. But these are things those brats have already mastered. You're still too green."
Samael smiled and pinched the silver-haired elf's cheek, winking encouragingly.
Pandora, meaning "one who possesses all gifts," not only embodies the malice and negative thoughts of the gods towards humanity, but also draws upon a great many human weaknesses from the Seven Deadly Sins.
At that time, she also absorbed the talents of gods and humans.
Expecting a mobile natural disaster to reform one's ways? Do you really think he's an easy fool or a complete idiot?
Moreover, Pandora is still a new concept, with more theory than practice. It will take time to adapt to the expression of emotions and facial expressions.
Therefore, her deception skills are now far superior to Athena's cunning, let alone those of the troublesome Euryale and Stheno.
But the future looks promising.
At this moment, Pandora, having been exposed, angrily lunged at Samael, only to be killed in retaliation as expected.
For its own safety, the ancient serpent directly changed the law chain into an advanced tortoise shell form, and looked at the humiliated figure in front of it with satisfaction, giving itself a thumbs up for its caution.
"Behave yourself!"
"Yes! Things are already like this, why are you being so fierce!"
Coming to his senses, he realized he had almost turned into the little snacks Harpy and Circe. Seeing that the silver-haired demon had been subdued, he mustered his courage and, imitating Tina, squatted around the caterpillar, mocking it with a sneer.
You guys... went too far...
After being repeatedly hit hard, the new girl sniffled, looking aggrieved and on the verge of tears.
At this moment, after teasing Pandora, Samael, in a good mood, beckoned with his fingers.
The jet-black cube that hovered above the reddish-black mud hummed and trembled, shrinking rapidly before obediently falling into the half-open mouth of the ancient serpent, turning into a stream of light.
Hmm, without that mischievous spirit, my stomach feels much better now. The ancient snake rubbed its belly, quite satisfied.
He risked releasing the box to gain the power to separate Pandora from that dangerous thing.
If the magic box is like a nuclear weapon, then the silver-haired elf before us is the nuclear button that starts the countdown to the apocalypse.
Without Pandora's box, there's nothing to fear.
So, the training process begins!
The ancient snake stretched, turned around, and grinned at the bound Pandora.
The new Daughter of Calamity trembled involuntarily, an ominous premonition gripping her heart.