"Ding, ding..."
The familiar chime rang out, and another message from Serval arrived on her phone.
Serval told her to go back and wait for good news, and insisted that she absolutely must not go back on her word.
One lie always needs more lies to cover it up. I'll keep agreeing to her for now.
With that thought, Cocolia tapped the screen to send her reply.
"Ah! My head hurts so much..."
Yet before Cocolia had finished sending her reply, she felt a fierce, stabbing pain surge from deep within her mind, like a boiling river carrying glaciers with countless jagged edges, leaving her in almost unbearable agony.
Clatter!
The somewhat outdated phone fell onto the hard stone floor, cracks spreading across its screen.
"Ugh... it hurts so much..."
She clutched her head with both hands. Her black butterfly-shaped hair ornament fell off, and her waterfall of golden hair, originally pinned into a bun, tumbled loose in the morning light.
Belobog's Supreme Guardian, Cocolia, an elegant beauty whose bearing was always mature and composed, looked utterly disheveled now.
Her exquisite, jade-white face twisted in pain, and her proud, graceful figure curled into a ball as she collapsed before the sunlit windowsill, like flesh subjected to torture.
"Ah... ugh..."
Her cherry-pink lips trembled slightly, her beautiful purple eyes lost focus, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
At that moment, Cocolia felt a tearing pain throughout her entire body, bringing her close to passing out from the agony.
Her medal-covered cape lay discarded beside her. Beneath her white formal dress, her proud, full breasts quivered. Beneath her black bodystocking, her shapely, slender legs jerked and twisted involuntarily, and even her exquisite high heels slipped off her perfectly contoured feet.
In short, Cocolia was in a terrible state, looking