Athena: Am I Really Not as Good as Sylph?

Angelica felt as if a voice was calling to her, faintly visible.

She felt as if her body had become light and airy, as if she might float away from the ground at any moment and fly to the moon, which was some unknown distance away.

Somewhat bewildered, Angelica gently reached out her small hand—was she trying to grasp the soft moonlight?

Suddenly, she felt a subtle touch on her fingers, as if a small hand was intertwined with hers.

Angelica's beautiful face grew increasingly puzzled. She didn't know what that feeling was, but she didn't seem to sense any malice.

"Angelica ..."

Finally, she heard it clearly: the unseen being seemed to be calling her name.

A slight smile appeared on Angelica's face. She was very curious as to why the other person knew her name.

Who exactly is that being in the void?

Although she was suspicious, she didn't dislike that feeling at all.

"Angelica ..."

The other party is still shouting.

"Angelica ..."

The sound seemed to be getting louder and louder.

Then, a small hand blocked Angelica's view, waving up and down. "Hey, Angelica, snap out of it! What are you doing?"

Angelica's body trembled slightly, as if her consciousness, which had seemingly drifted away, had finally returned at that moment.

Somewhat bewildered, he turned around and discovered that Antasia was right beside him, looking at him with a suspicious expression.

"Antasia, was that you calling me just now?"

"Who else could it be but me? Is there anyone else here? I called you twice and you didn't respond at all. What are you doing, standing here blankly? Don't scare me." Antasia was clearly worried.

Angelica's appearance just now was really strange, as if she had been bewitched by some unseen force.

This frightened Antasia.

Having experienced so much, Antasia now understands that in this world, in that boundless starry sky, there exist many strange and mysterious things that she doesn't understand or can't understand.

And the consequences of being targeted by those beings are often terrifying.

The First Prince, Onions, Karthus...

Within this palace, Angelica was her best friend, and she absolutely did not want to see Angelica fall into such a predicament.

Angelica smiled gently, "It's nothing, I just think the moonlight is beautiful tonight, don't worry."

"Let's go back and rest."

The soft murmurs, like gentle whispers, still echo in my ears.

Chapter Three is presented here.

Chapter 334 Athena: Am I not as good as Sylph? (4)

On the other side.

The Imperial Palace.

Wrath roar came from Wadsworth's room. Carol, standing outside the door, flinched slightly, her face pale and her eyes filled with fear.

As a princess, Carol has always been fearless.

If there were a contest among all members of the royal family to determine who lacked the demeanor of a royal, Carol would undoubtedly be number one, with a staggering gap between her and the second-place winner.

She was fearless, whether facing Magic Creature on the battlefield or confronting the thugs who stormed the Imperial Palace during the Mavis incident.

While many of the brothers were hiding and screaming in fear, this girl simply used a leather whip to tie the thug's neck and dragged his battered body around.

It ran while letting out strange laughter.

In the aftermath, some princes remarked that Carol was far more terrifying than the thugs.

But now, even Carol was filled with fear, her pearly white teeth biting her lip, her slender yet athletic body trembling slightly.

All this fear stemmed from the King's room.

Carol's impression of her father had always been that he was rude, wild, and unrestrained, always ready to slap you on the back with a hand that could easily shatter a stone, without any concern that he might accidentally break your heart, and then he would grin and laugh heartily.

He was described as the emperor who least resembled an emperor.

Carol has always liked her father this way.

However, in the past month or so, Carol wasn't sure exactly when the change started; it probably began after the Mavis incident.

Perhaps influenced by the infidelity and betrayal of Princesses Angela and Sharon, as well as Queen Mavis, the king's temperament changed drastically.

He always carries something that looks like a whip in his hand, and he's unpredictable in his temper. If anything displeases him, he'll start cursing and hitting.

Not only the ministers and nobles of the empire, but even the princes and princesses were no exception.

Sometimes, when Carol faced her father, she felt a chilling fear, as if she were facing not her father, but a ferocious beast that would devour its prey.

Not long after, the door opened, and a figure staggered out.

One hand covered his face, and his fingers were stained with bright red blood.

This man was none other than Bernard Abshien, the third son of Wadsworth.

Although his talent in cultivation was not satisfactory, he was very capable in national administration and handling of government affairs, and was the most favored successor to the throne after the death of the eldest prince.

But now, even Bernard is not immune to Wadsworth's beatings.

When Bernard saw Carol standing outside the door, he gave a somewhat awkward, wry smile, "Oh, it's my sister Carol..."

"What's the reason this time?" Carol asked, biting her lip.

At the same time, he stepped forward and pushed Bernard's hand away.

That was clearly a vicious lash, leaving half of his face a bloody mess, with bone visible even in some places beneath the rotten flesh. One can only imagine how cruel his father's lash was.

If you hit it any harder, your whole brain might get smashed to pieces.

Bernard glanced back with a hint of lingering fear, then walked away into the distance.

After walking some distance away, Bernard finally spoke, "What else could it be? The Marquis Gero and the Huo Qi Hodge have always been at odds, sometimes even resorting to violence."

"Both noble families are staunch supporters of the royal family. My father didn't want to see internal conflicts, so he sent me to mediate."

"I've been busy for over a month, finally managing to get the two families to shake hands and make peace, and we all sat down for a few drinks. But when I reported this to my father, he suddenly flew into a rage, accusing me of deliberately courting nobles to build my own power and plotting to seize the throne... Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Bernard looked utterly helpless; who could he complain to? Carol was cleaning the wounds on his brother's face, making Bernard wince in pain.

Unfurl a magic scroll, and a soft Holy Light enveloped his face, causing his wounds to gradually heal.

Bernard touched his cheek, relieved that his handsome face hadn't been ruined. After a pause, Bernard continued, "I'm actually doing alright. The eighth prince's situation is truly terrible. Yesterday, Father beat him so badly that he lost control of his bladder. He hasn't left the house all day today. I reckon he's practically crippled. Sigh, what on earth happened to Father?"

Carol frowned deeply; she couldn't take it anymore. "I'm going to find my father..."

However, before she could even take a step, Bernard quickly grabbed Carol's wrist. "My dear sister, please, please don't! If you go over there now, Father might think I instigated it, and he might beat me to death! I really could be beaten to death."

"Sigh, although I don't want to say it, but... Father seems to have really gone mad!"

In the emperor's bedchamber, Wadsworth was disheveled and unkempt, showing none of the grandeur expected of an emperor.

His hands gripped a blood-stained, dark gray whip tightly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

His throat was panting heavily, and he could hear a chaotic and noisy sound, as if countless people were laughing wildly in his ears.

Bastards, they're all a bunch of bastards.

These treacherous people want to kill him and seize his throne; he, Wadsworth, will absolutely not allow such a thing to happen.

Especially those little brats, I'm still alive and well.

After catching his breath for a while, Wadsworth seemed to calm down a little, raising his hand to look at the dark gray whip in his palm.

The whip itself was a hair he plucked from the giant right hand in the underground palace.

Wadsworth's eyes were filled with fascination.

After carrying this item with him, his level increased by one level in a short time, reaching level ninety-four.

Keep in mind, he's been stuck at level 93 for several years now.

And this is only a part of the power; he can sense that there is much more power waiting for him to absorb within these fine hairs.

Not enough!

Not enough!

He wanted more.

If such astonishing energy is contained in a single hair, what about in the blood?

What about the skin and flesh?

What about meridians?

What about bone marrow?

There must be even more energy hidden inside... Now so many people want to kill him and seize the emperor's throne, he needs to become stronger.

Wadsworth's eyes grew increasingly red.

He was like a complete madman, opening a passage to the earth's surface and reappearing before the God's Right Hand.

The terrifying pressure forced Wadsworth's body to the ground, but the situation seemed much better than last time. Wadsworth crawled almost to the God's Right Hand, looking at the glistening beads of blood at the severed point and the scarlet chunks of flesh.

The next second, Wadsworth could no longer control himself. A suppressed growl escaped his throat, and he suddenly pounced, opening his mouth as if he had truly become a wild beast, tearing at the scarlet flesh.

After a long while, Wadsworth finally wiped his mouth with satisfaction. Although he hadn't managed to bite off a single piece of meat, he had at least swallowed a drop of blood.

This should be considered a pretty good result!

Before he could even calm down, an indescribable, intense pain instantly swept over his entire body, causing him to curl up on the ground, convulsing, spasming, and howling violently.

Pain... pain worse than death!

The Hero's Palace.

Athena's room.

With her long eyelashes trembling slightly, Athena, who had been asleep for a long time, finally opened her eyes.

She hadn't slept this well in a long time, and her chestnut eyes still seemed somewhat confused, as if she didn't understand what had happened to her.

After some time had passed, scenes began to play out in my mind.

Oh, right, when I was studying the stone slab, I was watched by some indescribable, eerie being, and then I started to hallucinate. My consciousness was invaded, and I managed to break free from the hallucinations by cutting open my thigh with a knife and enduring the excruciating pain.

Then, Qin Chu appeared and said that he might have been Evil God's Corruption and needed treatment.

Treat?

Recalling the scenes of her previous treatment, Athena felt her cheeks Crimson and burning hot.

To be honest, the treatment process was really terrible.

Especially in front of Sylph, Athena didn't know how she managed to endure it. Following Sylph's instructions, she adopted the second treatment plan.

It still hurts a bit.

Not knowing the outcome of the treatment, Athena was filled with doubt when she suddenly sensed that the room was still lit, and a figure was sitting at a desk, reading on a slate.

The scene startled Athena, but upon closer inspection, she realized it was Qin Chu, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Just then, Qin Chu seemed to sense the movement behind him, turned around, and smiled at Athena, "Awake?"

The candlelight illuminated Qin Chu's face, which still looked familiar, but for some reason, Qin Chu's heart began to race.

I feel that Qin Chu is particularly charming now.

Athena gently shook her head, her long, wavy hair swaying softly as she suppressed the chaotic thoughts deep within her. "Qin Chu, how am I? Am I like Sylph, branded by Evil God?"

"No," Qin Chu nodded, "Your situation is different from Sylph's."

These words brought Athena a slight sense of relief.