"You talk as if she were your child." Jiu Ming glanced at Kaguya. "Wait! Why are you so invested in this? I don't think you're usually this warmhearted."
"That is your misconception. Hah! I'm so full. I'm done eating." Kaguya set her chopsticks aside, let out a soft breath, then took out a handkerchief and wiped the corner of her mouth.
"..." Only then did Jiu Ming notice that, in the span of a few sentences, the food on the table had already vanished seven or eight tenths of the way. Lia was practically about to cry. She had not eaten a single bite, only stared blankly as the food on the table steadily dwindled.
It was simply too bizarre. She had clearly only blinked once, yet some of the exquisitely made dishes were gone. She blinked again, and even more had vanished. Before she could so much as pick up her chopsticks, a few more blinks had left the food seven or eight tenths gone. Was the place haunted?! From beginning to end, Kaguya had never touched her chopsticks. Instead, she had calmly pulled a pizza box from behind the sofa and opened it with practiced ease...
"Bullying a child—was that really necessary?"
Jiu Ming reached out and patted Lia's head, unable to stop himself from saying it.
"I am teaching her anew the importance of having ability."
Oh ho!? Even her excuses for bald-faced lies were this well justified? Jiu Ming comforted Lia. In truth, Lia's ability was not bad either. It was a special impact-type power, capable of violently tearing at the air. Those within its range might be fine if they were sturdy enough, but the less sturdy ones would be sent straight into reincarnation.
When used covertly, it was exceptionally difficult to guard against.
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