Chapter 122: Bitch slapping (1) (1/2)

[Tower of Babel]

”Yahallo! My cute Lilin, you have grown so much since the last time I saw you. How have you been!? What about you, Nuwa?”

In the hanging garden, a rather humorous scene was happening.

Nuwa and Lilin could be seen seated with a rather strange expression while a hyper-excited young girl was greeting them.

For Lilin who was used to her mother's sternness, it was a weird feeling to see someone like Theresa. She really wondered how someone like her and someone like her mother could be friends.

Since she was born while Mars and blaze were still alive, she had some memories of them. Even though said memories were really blurry.

Nuwa meanwhile still kept her usual expressionless face, but if anyone paid attention, they would remark that her lips slightly curled up.

After all, while she was rather cynic, she understood that she was really lucky to have fallen in hands of someone like Theresa. Her future could have been far more different.

Of course, in a way, Theresa could be said to have kidnapped her. But since Theresa had never hidden the truth from her and always treated her well, it was hard to be angry.

Theresa on the other hand was focused on Lilin, as she thought, 'They really do look like each other. Too much like each other.'

Lilith's marriage and subsequent pregnancy was something Theresa never understood, for it was simply too fishy.

Most people might not know it, but all the members of their old team aside from Mars knew that she had an extreme dislike toward members of the opposite sex. A sort of androphobia, only without the fear. This was most likely one of the reasons why, aside from Sol, there were no men allowed in the upper part of the tower.

The reason for such a dislike was unknown, at least to Theresa, but she knew that it was to level that aside from Mars and now Sol, or during combat, she never let any men so much as touch her.  Even her sword style was devised in such a way that she could avoid direct contact as much as possible.

How could such a woman accept marrying, less so have a sexual relationship with a man she didn't even like? What's more, it wasn't as if Lilith was a defenseless woman back then.

She might not have her current fame and power, but she was still someone feared on the battlefield.

If you added Lilith's networks with people such as her, one of the richest woman in the world, the holy daughter of Industria, the holy daughter of Castitas, a dragon, one of the four directions, the princess of Envilya, suffice to say that absolutely no one should have been able to force her to marry if she didn't want to.

Despite this, not only did she marry, but she was suddenly pregnant and her husband died soon after her pregnancy was announced.

All her life, Theresa had to swim in a sea of plots and deadly strategies where even one mistake would mean death, and she knew to sniff a big plot when she saw one.

The only reason she never investigated too much was that this was Lilith's right to keep her secret.

'As for her daughter.'

She walked closer to Lilin and tiptoed to touch the face of the surprised girl.

She hadn't been able to remark it because Lilin was too young back then, but as of now, the more she looked at her, the more she felt like that, aside from some minor difference, she was seeing a mirror of a younger Lilith.

”Let me guess. You also love Sol, right?”

Lilin was a little startled at the sudden accurate question. She wasn't able to voice her answer though because,

”Stop bothering my daughter.”

Lilith's voice sounded from afar as she entered the garden, making Theresa stop her probing.

Once Lilith reached them, she gave an indifferent glance to Nuwa, causing her to stiffen up.

Under her gaze, Nuwa felt as if she was being stared at by a predator about to swallow her up.

”Hah! No bullying.”

Theresa punched Lilith on her hips, though the only reason she was able to do so was that she was so weak Lilith didn't even bother dodging.

Still, it did stop her from continuing. She held no love towards the chimera, and could even be said to hate them.

If she didn't know that this girl could perhaps become Sol's partner, and was in a way the surrogate daughter of Theresa, she would have already cut her.

Taking Theresa by the scruff, she put her away and boldly sat down.

Theresa, who had been thrown like a ragdoll did a somersault and landed quite gracefully. After all, even though she was weak, she wasn't helpless either.

Trotting back, she sat next to Lilith and hummed without any intention to begin the conversation.

Lilith, seeing her silent could only release a sigh, and ask, ”So, did you complete it?”

”Ah! I thought you never ask.”

Laughing out loud, Theresa fished out a golden silver pearl and caressed it with a tender gesture.

Lilith's expression, on the other hand, became solemn as she asked with a trembling voice. ”Did you succeed…?”

”Indeed. I finally completed it.”

Lilith's hand unconsciously reached toward the pearl before she stopped and made it back down. Calming her wildly beating heart, she asked, ”How is it compared to the holy sword?”

Theresa made an expression of disgust, ”That shit is anything but holy.” Then her expression became a little thoughtful, ”As is it now, my creation is still a little weaker, but... This won't last!”

Saying so, she immediately began to show a fervent expression, ”Once Sol fuse with it, we will witness...The birth of the 8th holy weapon! Hahaha! My name will surely go in history!”

Lilith began to shiver, she had no reason to doubt Theresa's words, the dwarf wasn't someone who likes to brag. This meant that once Sol obtained this weapon. Then, she would really have nothing to worry about.

Meanwhile,Nuwa and Lilin, who were seemingly forgotten, had an expression full of suspicion.