351 Witch of the Darkest Hour

"Hmm…?" Medeia tilted her head as she took in Shen Nianzu's childish appearance, puzzled yet intrigued by equal measure. "Have I been asleep for too long? You seem a little different than the brazen brat in my memory."

"You…!" Momoko's anger flared, and she stomped her feet in frustration. "Why are you ignoring me? I'm talking to you!"

Medeia finally turned her attention to Momoko, and although her tone remained sweet and pleasant, the annoyance in her eyes was palpable. "And who might you be, little shortie?"

Momoko grew even more enraged when she heard that, "I am the servant of Khronos, Momoko! How could you not know me when you're standing on Master Khronos' territory?!"

"Ah, yeah." Medeia looked like she couldn't care less about that fact. She waved a dismissive hand at Momoko. "I will remember you from now on. If I'm in the mood, that is."

"You—!"