Cup of Evil

“Goddess, how can we ever repay you for all the good things that you have done for us?” The chief asked with teary eyes as soon as Ren helped me up on my feet.

I glared at the chief and pointed a finger at him. “Do not get stabbed again. That would be the first one because I am not gonna heal you again even if you start croaking right no-” Nate cut me off by coughing into his hands. It was a warning cough.

I pulled my lips upward and swiped my tongue over my teeth in annoyance. Suddenly, being a goddess is no longer fun.

Even though I still feel sick, I decided to play into character as I made my voice soft and raised my palms in the air. “Mortal, one must not apologize for that. Thank the spirits and not me for they have whispered these commands to me. I simply am a vessel in this world that has come to aid mortals.”

“Goddess, thank you very much!” Fical said.