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“Listen up! There are still people who follow me more than they follow you,” Daphne said confidently.
Goddess Freyja lifted the tablet in both hands with a blank face.
[Good for you.]
“Gaaah!!”
“Calm down, Daphne!”
“You damned shell of a god!”
“Hold it! Even if she's an avatar, she’s still your patron deity!”
As Daphne tried to lunge forward, screaming in rage, Goddess Freyja just stared at her blankly, then gently flicked her finger against the tablet. A photo began to slowly appear on the screen.
“W-Wait a second!!”
It was a picture of a small girl, around six years old, frantically running away while clutching a giant blanket.
As Goddess Freyja silently showed the photo, Apollo—who had been trying to hold Daphne back—raised an intrigued brow. Meanwhile, Daphne’s face twisted between red and pale.
“Come here! C’mere, you goddamned goddess!!”
The girl in the photo was none other than Daphne. It was the exact moment from her childhood when, after wetting the bed, she tried to destroy the evidence only to get caught running away.
It was a memory from long ago, and no one had ever taken a photo of it. Yet there Goddess Freyja was, showing that exact moment as if she had pulled it directly from the past.
[How pathetic.]
“Gyaaah!!”
While Daphne screamed and tried to wriggle free from Apollo’s grasp to launch herself at Goddess Freyja, she quietly approached her. Then, without a word, she gently patted Daphne’s head.
Daphne froze instantly, as if the touch alone had turned her to stone. Like a loving mother stroking her daughter’s head, Goddess Freyja kept her eyes closed and gently ran her hand through Daphne’s hair.
She then slowly lifted the tablet agai...
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