Ashtarot's face contorted in anger, veins bulging from his temples. His eyes darkened, and a menacing aura began to emanate from his body.
Despite this, Sorrush remained unfazed, continuing to chatter about her 'masterpiece'.
"Look! Is this as big as yours?" she asked excitedly, genuinely curious if her calculations were accurate.
"Lady Sorrush, you need to apologize and get rid of that thing!" Moloch half-whispered, half-shouted in panic. His friend was terrifying even when calm; now, he was enraged.
Sorrush shrugged, "Why? Shouldn't Ashtarot be happy with this? I mean, I'm complimenting him on having a big dick like this," she explained, her innocence shining through as Ashtarot reached his breaking point.
He seized the sculpture, lifted it, and smashed it onto the floor. It shattered, with Sorrush's scream and children's cheers echoing in the background, as if in slow motion.
"NOOOOO!!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!!!" Sorrush fell to her knees, trembling as she tried to gather the broken pieces.
She began to sob, "Is it because it's not big enough? It's 15 inches! That should be enough!" She lifted one of the fragments, tears streaming down her cheeks, attempting to piece it back together.
"But it's fine, I can use reconstruction magic!" Sorrush exclaimed, and a magic circle began to form around the shattered sculpture.
However, before the spell could be completed, Ashtarot summoned black fire in his hand and hurled it at the pieces, incinerating them to nothing.
"AAAA—WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT! ASHTAROT'S JUNIOR IS GONE!!!" Sorrush tried to save the fragments, but his fire was relentless.
She hugged the ashes, crying over them, her wails piercing the air. Even the children watched with mixed feelings of pity and embarrassment as she rolled on the ground, her once-beautiful white dress now a mess.
"ASHTAROT, YOU ARE SO CRUEL!!! EVEN WHEN I LOVE YOU SO!!!" She squirmed on the ground, pounding her hands and feet against the cold floor.
"Do I look like that when I cry?" one of the children wondered aloud, recalling her own tantrums.
"No way, I look that desperate?" an ogre child said, shocked, covering his mouth.
"I'm never throwing a tantrum at my parents again. That's embarrassing," another child reflected.
In the end, looking at Sorrush gives the best advice and character development for the children, more than when they were with Ashtarot all this time.
They felt a mix of gratitude towards Sorrush and confusion about whether she truly owned the dungeon.
Their eyes turned to Ashtarot, who was seething with rage, his silence more terrifying than words. It became clear to the children that he was the true master of the dungeon, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"Lady Sorrush!" Ashtarot's voice reverberated throughout the palace, causing Sorrush to stop crying and cling to his feet.
"I want my statue back," she whimpered, hugging his legs.
Ashtarot wanted to yell at her but in the end, he felt sorry instead, he knew how hard she had worked on the sculpture, the only things she excelled at.
Her brain was mostly empty, the only thing she was capable of was fighting or making sculpture. When given paperwork, she just stood there, tilted her head, and started to draw on the paper instead.
He was already giving up on Sorruh and just put in this castle as a boss no one dared to challenge. At least, she won't mess around and disturb his job as she always does.
"Lady Sorrush, get a hold of yourself and reclaim your dignity! The children here want to see how elegant and magnificent you are!" he said, grabbing her shoulders, and trying to put sense into her brainless brain.
Sorrush pouted, indifferent to the children's opinions since they weren't part of the dungeon workforce she needed to impress.
But seeing how important it was to Ashtarot, she pulled herself together, standing up with a new air of grace and elegance.
"Welcome to the highest floor of the Dungeon of Noctis Babel. This floor is a tundra ecology where no human can survive longer than a week. No one has come to this floor and challenged me in the last 100 years," she announced with a dignified smile.
"As a dungeon owner, I am proud of myself and the workers for maintaining this place in perfect order," she concluded.
This was a speech she had memorized for occasions when outsiders visited the 17th floor to learn about her and her work.
The children looked at her in amazement, seeing a completely different side of her. It frightened them a little, realizing adults could have two faces.
"If you have any questions, please ask Mr. Moloch. He will explain everything to you," Sorrush continued, pointing to Moloch.
Moloch caught off guard, pointed to himself in surprise at the sudden responsibility. "Well... alright, children, I will answer all your questions," he said awkwardly.
As the children bombarded Moloch with questions, Sorrush quickly hugged Ashtarot's arm and whispered, "I did a good job, right? Praise me! Praise me!"
"Ugh, no you didn't! If you keep behaving like this, I'll have to punish you!" Ashtarot growled, reaching his limit.
The three-headed dragons were notoriously inefficient, always distracted by things other than their duties, which slowed down their work.
This constant inefficiency infuriated him, and he needed a way to discipline them.
But instead of being deterred, Sorrush's eyes lit up like a puppy's, eager to be petted. "Really?! What kind of punishment?" she asked, hopping with excitement.
Ashtarot furrowed his brows, realizing she didn't understand the severity of 'punishment' or thought he was joking. His frustration grew.
Veins popped out on his temples as he clenched his jaw and said, "Yes, I will punish you and humiliate you right now."