Chapter 189: Outing (1) (1/2)
Back in her room, Isis jumped on her bed and let out a muffled scream full of frustration.
Fluttering out of her hair, the true Sheherazade, which had managed to stay hidden from Sol’s perception by using her glamor, let out a bell-like laugh while floating.
This laugh did nothing but increase the frustration of Isis, as she took out a pillow and threw it at her little friend.
“Hey! It isn’t my fault that you got completely owned during your little clash.”
Even as she dodged the rather slow projectile, Sheherazade continued to laugh at her friend.
It had been quite some time since she fell in the Phoenix territory and became friends with Isis and because of this, she understood the circumstances of her friend.
Isis’ position within the Phoenixes community was hard to place.
Divine beasts in general did not care about the authority one obtained from birthright.
As such, even though she was the daughter of the Nephthys, the Phoenix Queen, it did not really matter to most of them.
What mattered though was that Isis was, without a doubt, the strongest in her generation and already stood out as a Duke.
There was no doubt that she would soon reach the King level and all the Phoenixes were in agreement that she had high chances of becoming the second demi-god of the Phoenix clan.
Such pedigree should have made her the most loved and respected Phoenix.
But, there was a little problem—her father.
All divine beasts, no matter how sinful or virtuous, absolutely hated necromancy since it went against the natural order. And as the first and strongest necromancer, it wouldn’t be a mistake to say that Anubis was the most hated being in the Astral realm.
There were many instances where some of the divine beasts proposed an all-out attack against him before he became a demi-god.
This put Isis in a very awkward situation.
The Phoenixes did not outright bully her but at the same time, they did not hide their dislike toward her.
That’s why-
“Tell me the truth. You were happy, right?”
Sheherazade stopped laughing as she landed on her friend’s head.
When she was with her father, no one defied her as she was the princess of the dead. Meanwhile, in the world of her mother, no one talked to her.
Because of this, for Isis, this should have been the very first time she had found someone with whom she could argue.
Blushing a little at this, Isis humphed and turned her head away,
“Anyway, I need to take my revenge. Could you change him into a frog or something like that?”
Sheherazade shook her head, “You know very well that wish magic doesn’t work like that. Also, his resistance is too powerful. If I tried, chances are that I would be the one changed into a frog.”
“What about changing his luck?”
This time Sheherazade completely blanched.
“Don’t even think about it! He’s a Blessed! His luck was bestowed by a goddess! Not even a demi-god can affect his luck without risking repercussions.”
Isis pouted but did not force her friend.
Despite its name, wish magic was not something that could realize all wishes and there was much danger surrounding it if one was too greedy. What’s more, she just wanted to play some pranks as revenge, not harm him.
Clenching her fist, she swore to herself,
“I will get back at him.”
Of course, she totally ignored the fact that she was the one who started this whole debacle.
What she didn’t know though and that Sheherazade avoided to point out was the giddy smile on her face. No matter how much she tried to hide it, Isis was really happy.
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Sol, meanwhile, was also very frustrated, though for different reasons.
He did not know who Sheherazade really was, but it didn’t matter. At least he was sure that she was not an enemy.
Demigods weren’t omniscient, even in their dimension, but there was no way they would overlook an intruder so close.
Resting on his bed, Sol groaned and covered his face.
He could not understand why he had acted so childishly with that girl.
Back in the mortal realm, even after being taunted by Arachne Milaris for years, he never lost his composure.
But this wasn’t all.