Ashtarot squinted his eyes before turning around, ready for round two of aerobics. He paid no mind to the sisters, knowing he would only excite them further.
'There must be something wrong with their brains,' he thought, walking back to the stage.
The three sisters were flabbergasted. In the past, he always scolded them, a surefire way to get his attention.
"Wha-wha-what happened to Ashtarot?! Why did he just leave us like that?" Sarissa stammered, looking at his retreating figure with disappointment.
"It can't be like this..." Sorrel lowered her head, her body trembling. "How could this be? Are we not naughty enough?!"
Sorrush's eyes filled with tears. "HE HATES US!" she cried, falling to her knees.
"Oh no, sister, don't cry, or Sarissa will start crying too!" Sorrel rubbed her sister's back, trying to calm her down while tears started to form in her own eyes.
"I'm not crying!" Sarissa lied, her eyes full of tears, even her nose starting to form snot.
"HUHUUU!!!" The three of them cried in unison, making the other workers panic and try to calm them down.
Meanwhile, Ashtarot was still busy dancing left and right, even starting to breakdance with his head on the floor, spinning around to the awe and cheers of everyone.
"Whoa! That's some crazy move!"
"Damn, Ashtarot breakdancing is not on my list."
"Hah! I can do better!" Zaek chimed in, crossing his arms. He was now outside the mecha since it needed to be checked.
Ashtarot could hear their cries but didn't care about the ruckus. The three sisters deserved it, and he planned to ignore them when they were naughty.
Of course, he would praise them when they did their job right, which was rare. At this point, he thought the dragon sisters weren't the problem; he was the 'problem.'
After five minutes of crying, they finally calmed down, remembering their main quest and why they were there.
"Sisters, we need to be strong and continue our mission: Operation Sweaty Swag! We need to snatch everything Ashtarot uses on sports day!" Sarissa stood up with renewed spirit, wiping her tears and snot.
"Yes! We are here to accomplish incredible things! Let's stop crying, Sister Sorrush." Sorrel wiped her sister's tears and helped her stand up.
"Ye-yeah! Let's move, everyone!" Sorrush put her hands on her hips, her eyes still puffy but her determination unwavering. "Let's start the operation!"
"YEAAHHHH!!!"
They cheered together in unison making all the workers on them, but they just shook their heads, they used to this antic.
Thirty minutes later, Ashtarot finished the exercise and headed to the refreshment table laden with cold water, cola, juices, and light snacks.
He take a cup of water, drank it all. He sighed in relief, drinking cold water after exercise feel like nirvana. Placing the cup down, he started to eat a sandwich.
"Sarissa! Now's the perfect time!" Sorrush exclaimed, pointing at the cup on the table.
Sarissa, the youngest sister, was the key to this operation. She was the fastest of them all, even quicker than Ashtarot.
Only a few chosen monsters could see her movements, which were as fast as lightning.
Nodding with determination, Sarissa sprinted to the table, snatched the cup, and returned to her sisters in a flash.
The sisters clapped with joy. Sarissa was a pro at looting, so this task was as easy as a morning stroll.
Ashtarot finished with his sandwich and reaching for his drink, realized his cup was missing.
He looked around, perplexed, but saw no one suspicious. Scratching his head, he ended up using another cup.
"Thank the Goddess he didn't realize it!" Sorrel whispered to her sisters, who nodded in agreement.
"So, what item do we need to steal now?" Sarissa asked her eldest sister.
Sorrush chuckled, her palms rubbing together with a cunning smile. She pointed at the small towel on Ashtarot's neck.
"Of course, that towel is full of sweat! The smell must be amazing!" she drooled, impatient to get the item.
Sorrel's eyes formed into hearts, and she intertwined her fingers. "Ahh... Yes, his musky and old wood scent!"
Sarissa gulped. This one was tough since the towel was on Ashtarot's neck.
Although she was faster than him, his instincts were sharper. He was so sensitive that he could catch her if she got too close to his body.
Her two sisters grabbed her shoulders and nodded. "You can do it, sister! We are counting on you!"
Sarissa gazed at her sisters and realized she couldn't back down now. Her choices were to move or die—or worse, move forward and die!
But that towel was worth dying for, so she needed to focus. After a moment of preparation, Sarissa's eyes lit up. Ashtarot was talking to her nemesis, Moloch.
'Finally, that damned lolicon is useful! With this, Ashtarot will be too busy listening to that moron!' she grinned.
She crouched, hands on the ground, then lifted her butt and took off like a shot, snatching the towel and dashing back to her sisters.
"Akh! You are the best, Sarissa!" Sorrel hugged her tightly.
"I owe my life to you!" Sorrush added, embracing her sisters. "Let's see the towel so we can sniff it!"
Sorrel nodded eagerly. Sarissa put her face to the towel, followed by her two sisters, who sniffed it and rubbed it against their faces, savoring Ashtarot's strong scent still lingering on it.
"It smells like heaven," the three of them said in unison.
Meanwhile, Ashtarot lifted an eyebrow, his hand instinctively reaching for his neck only to find the towel missing. It had been so quick; he barely felt more than a breeze.
He turned back and spotted a silver mound behind the tables. Veins began to pulse on his temple as his hands clenched into fists.
Stomping over to the table, he found the three dragon sisters sniffing his towel. His body was now surrounded by a dark aura, and his eyes bore into them with deadly intensity.
Ashtarot grabbed Sarissa and Sorrel by the heads, turning them forcefully. "What the hell are you three doing? Give me back my towel!"
Sorrush shook her head and hugged the towel as if her life depended on it. But Ashtarot didn't care; he snatched it from her and set it ablaze with his black fire, delighting in their devastated faces as it turned to ash.
"AAAAAAA—WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!!!" they screamed in unison, grabbing Ashtarot's feet while crying. Their precious treasure was now ash, and they could no longer sniff it!