Chapter 107: Angel's Little Trick to Prevent Social Death

In theory, empathy can be cut off by Angel.

But in reality, once the fire has been ignited, there are only two options left for all Angels:

1. Empathy!

2. Boost the empathy!!!

...

Himiko woke up from another hangover.

Being a Valkyrie is a job without long-term guarantees. Although the salary is good, you often gather for a meal before a mission, and after the mission, you might use various portraits to replace those who didn't make it back.

So, whenever they have the chance to gather, they make it a rule to celebrate with drinks.

If the person is present, it's a celebration.

If the portrait is present, it's a farewell.

Last night was a party to celebrate Himiko's safe return.

Naturally, Himiko drank too much, but she wasn't worried about the consequences of getting drunk.

Himiko was used to waking up with Angel waiting for her. Even if she was unconscious, the child would clean her up, put her to bed, and let her sleep well.

Today was no different. Himiko rubbed her eyes, smacking her lips in a daze, holding a soft little blonde girl in her arms. Just like every time she got drunk before, everything seemed fine.

However, why were her hands a little wet and the quilt was cold?

"Huh!?"

Himiko's eyes widened suddenly.

"Gulp!"

After swallowing her saliva, Himiko's bare hands trembled as she slowly touched the quilt. After accidentally rubbing Angel's soft, smooth skin, she did feel the trace of moisture.

"Himiko... Himiko..."

"Oh? Little guy, you are very brave! Do you want me to teach you what it feels like to be an adult?"

"Himiko... I..."

"Hahaha! Don't panic, I will be very gentle!"

Himiko subconsciously touched her lips and vaguely felt a strange aftertaste.

Then, she finally remembered that in her hazy dream, she tasted the fragrant, soft, and smooth taste that she had never experienced before—it seemed, as if, probably, maybe, that was Angel's cherry mouth?

"No... No way..."

Cold sweat broke out on Himiko's snow-white forehead.

She slightly lifted the quilt and saw Angel lying on her chest with a satisfied look on her face. Her face was flushed, and unlike her usual appearance in pajamas, the girl's body was completely reflected in Himiko's eyes.

Himiko turned her head and looked at the bedside. Sure enough, Angel's pink pajamas were thrown there.

"It was thrown behind me, so I pulled it down!?"

There was more cold sweat on Himiko's forehead.

Mother whom I have never met, your precious daughter seems to have committed a crime, and she will not be able to see you in heaven in the future!

…

Half an hour later, Himiko cleaned up the room, and Angel's pajamas beside the bed were neatly folded next to the pillow.

She went out and brought back hot porridge.

At this time, Angel had already gotten up, but she was tightly wrapped in the quilt, curled up at the head of the bed, revealing only her shy little face.

"An... Angel, do you want to... have breakfast?"

"Um..."

"That, last night I..."

"Nothing happened last night! I just wet the bed!"

Angel's face was so red that it seemed like blood could drip, and her voice was so loud that it was a little sharp—she was shaken for the moment and the synchronicity with a certain donkey who was angry to the public, made her implode with the courage to kiss Himiko who was a confused and passionate state, resulting her to finally wet the quilt before passing out.

How could she say such a thing!

Himiko froze in place, her hands holding the porridge trembling a little—after getting drunk, she defiled the purity of her student who had always trusted and relied on her, and finally wet the bed.

This kind of thing really happened!

Angel & Himiko: 'It's over!'

…

While the situation on Angel's side was in chaos, Wendy and Rita were walking towards Delta's room in another villa of Saint Freya.

"Oh! I knew that without me living together to wake her up, that salted fish would definitely stay in bed!"

"Miss Wendy, if that's the case, why did you have to sleep in separate beds last night? I heard from Lady Durandal that you and Lady Delta have always slept in the same bed."

"Isn't it because that guy has been thinking about hanging me up every day since she came back? I pushed her into the sea twice in the East Shenzou Sea, and she still remembers the grudge! I suddenly had a bad premonition last night, she might always think that she can attack me in the middle of the night, so I decisively changed rooms to ensure safety!"

"Haha, the relationship between the two of you is really so good that it makes others envious!"

Rita smiled at Wendy's proud expression, with a smile of love in her eyes.

She likes innocent and cute little girls.

And a pair of little girls with an extremely close relationship is simply more precious and dazzling than gold and gems.

This time, Rita was very fulfilled in a spiritual sense. If it didn't seem strange to say it, she would have wanted to say "thank you for the hospitality" in gratitude.

Then the two came to Delta's door.

"It's a bit embarrassing to say this. This time, I dragged Lady Rita along mainly to prevent Delta from getting angry. If anything happens later, I'll have to trouble you to take care of it!"

"Miss Wendy, please rest assured that Lady Delta will not be willing to hurt you."

"I know she won't hurt me, but revenge is not certain. This guy is not a salted fish in holding grudges."

Wendy muttered and pushed open the door.

"Boom!"

A gust of wind swept in, instantly blowing Wendy out of the window and sending her into the sky.

"Ahhh! Delta, remember this! I will definitely come back!"

The girl's energetic scream came from far away outside the broken window.

Rita was startled by this sudden change. For a moment, she didn't know how to react. She had to look at the room that was swept by the wind, and then her pupils suddenly shrank.

In the messy bedroom, Delta was weakly leaning against the bed, wearing a light white nightgown with a wet mark on the skirt.

More importantly, there was a clear wet mark on the bed sheet next to the girl's weak white feet. If one guessed correctly, the area with the wet mark was where the girl slept last night.

Because she couldn't control her body, she became incontinent—this thought flashed through Rita's mind.

"What happened?"

Durandal was startled by the loud noise just now and rushed to the door quickly, taking in the scene.

Then, Rita, who reacted, quickly reached out her hand, covered Durandal's mouth, and gave her a silent look.

Delta leaned weakly against the bed, as if she turned a blind eye to the two uninvited guests, and just focused her eyes on the wet mark.

"Boom!"

The violent airflow tore the bed sheet, and cotton wool flew.

Then, Delta said with a cold expression:

"Rita, burn these things for me."

"Okay, Rita will do it herself and burn these things with faulty quality carefully. But before that, how about Rita take you to change clothes?"

Rita slowly approached, bent down, and showed a gentle and elegant smile that was exactly the same as usual.

Delta raised her eyes and stared at Rita deeply, the gold in her eyes flickered unsteadily. After a while, she closed her eyes and said in a voice as light as the wind:

"Okay."

Durandal watched Rita pick up Delta's body and go to another room as if everything was normal.

Then, she looked at the room full of feathers and frowned deeply.

'It's not just bedwetting.'

'The side effects of the Herrscher Gem are so terrible that even the body's reactions can't be controlled freely?'

'Lord Otto, someone has to pay the price, but Delta is just a child…'

Durandal reached out and grabbed the door.

With a click, she crushed the metal door frame, but it did nothing to relieve her bitter mood.

No one knew that in the other room, Delta, who was enjoying Rita's attentive service, was so embarrassed that she almost wanted to dig out two bedrooms and a living room under her wooden face.

'Damn! Why did you have to barge in when I haven't dried my hair yet? I almost socially died!'