Whoa, whoa, calm down, babe!
The mighty Holy Emperor, reduced to being as helpless as an ordinary little girl.
No, actually, aside from barely being able to fly using the last bit of her power, she was practically no different from a regular kid!
Sylvia flitted around in the air, using what little magic she had left, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't snatch the snow lotus from Timothy's hands.
She tried everything—giving him her best puppy-dog eyes, hoping to win him over with cuteness, or even making adorable, threatening faces to scare him into giving it back. But none of it worked.
Timothy, having already stolen the snow lotus, seemed completely determined not to return it. In fact, he even took the opportunity to pinch Sylvia's soft, squishy cheeks.
After all, when else would he get the chance to freely tease and pinch Goddess Sylvia's face like this? Outside of the Netherworld, this kind of opportunity was practically unheard of.