Toddlers were very sleepy, especially Sophia, who went through all sorts of training every day that no child her age should have had to endure.
So at night, Sophia always slept deeply, even though this environment was nowhere near as comfortable as the soft bed she had back home.
Deep in sleep, Sophia clearly did not notice that danger had already descended upon her. Although she had become a god, many of Shiraori's traits, preferences, and nature remained unchanged. She was still a bottomless pit, as if she could never get full.
The food from earlier that evening had been enough for everyone else, but for Shiraori, it had only filled about thirty percent of her stomach.
They said what one thought about during the day appeared in one's dreams at night. So after falling asleep, Shiraori had a wonderful dream. Countless delicious foods appeared before her, free for her to enjoy.
"Hehe..."
A foolish grin suddenly appeared on Shiraori's goddess-like face, completely at odds with her usual aura. A few strands of crystal-clear drool even trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Her hands groped around beside her until they caught Sophia's soft, pale little hand.
Sophia was only around two years old, still an infant and toddler. Her skin was incomparably soft and delicate. And so... mistaking Sophia's right hand for food from her dream, Shiraori softly murmured, "Time to eat."
Then...
Crunch!
The sound of crunchy cartilage being bitten through rang out from Shiraori's mouth...
"Waaah! Aaaaahhh!"
The agonizing pain jolted Sophia awake. The first thing she saw was her own little hand being bitten off by her master—her old classmate.
Though she had taken human form, Shiraori was still a spider monster at heart. Her teeth could crunch dragon scales like potato chips, let alone... a