"Waaah~"
In the flickering candlelight, Sylvia huddled in the corner, clutching her backside, looking pitifully at Timothy.
After a fierce struggle, she had managed to save her butt from further torment.
But her dignity as a proud goddess? That was almost completely gone!
Thank goodness they were in the Netherworld. If this had happened anywhere else, she'd never be able to show her face again!
"I refuse to believe this! I can do it!"
Sylvia couldn't accept that she couldn't muster any of her power. She spread her delicate fingers, trying to gather her spiritual energy in her palm.
"Hmm… ugh… huh…"
She gave it everything she had, as if she was using up every ounce of strength in her body. Finally, a faint glimmer of light appeared in her palm.
"Could it be? Am I finally getting my powers back?"
