Chapter 33: Caught by Mama

Void Spirit Realm, a chaotic mansion.

The delicate and gentle little evil god almost lazily lay sideways on the throne, enjoying her carefree, idle days. 

She gently swayed the high‑stemmed wine glass in her hand. The crimson liquid inside exuded a heady, intoxicating aroma, tempting the horde of imprisoned souls beneath the throne to stretch out their withered hands in vain, desperately grasping at emptiness.

“How boring. Why hasn’t Xiaozhi come to play with me yet?”

The young evil god propped her chin on one hand while casually picking up a soul and playing with it like clay, completely indifferent to its agonized wails.

With a slight pinch of her fingertips, the soul was soon shaped into a smiling little loli sculpture, sitting obediently in the palm of her hand.

“Hehe, smile for me!”

A crystal tear slid down from the sculpture’s slightly upturned eye. A shadow crossed Nyara’s face. With a gentle squeeze, the soul‑formed sculpture shattered into pieces, turning to ash and drifting away with the wind, leaving only a streak of crimson in the palm.

 The blood‑red pattern spread layer by layer like veins, becoming part of the abyss‑like chaos beneath Nyara’s porcelain‑white skin, accompanied by a helpless sigh.

“Oh dear, I accidentally crushed it. A toy I’ve kept for years, and I just broke it in an instant… A little heartbreaking, really.”

But this sense of guilt lasted only a second.

My Ling’er is back!

An unusually bright smile spread across Nyara’s face. Compared to her usual manic grin stretching from ear to ear, this normal expression was practically a rare sight.

It’s been so long. Ling’er must have missed Mama very much!

I’m so excited to see Ling’er’s reaction when she meets her beloved Mama!

Next, I must hurry and meet Ling’er! Hehe, a big, big surprise for her. 

Forget about whether Xiaozhi will come tonight, or that sword immortal girlfriend matter for now! What matters most is our precious daughter, Ling’er! The cutest little Ling’er!

…

After patiently enduring Nyara’s near‑narcissistic self‑introduction once more, Namira lightly lifted her maid skirt and politely greeted Nyara.

“Good morning, Mother. As per your request, I’ve brought Ling’er back home.”

“Mhm! Good Nami, let my eldest daughter (Gala) learn some manners from you!”

Nyara was clearly satisfied with Namira’s ladylike etiquette. Compared to her own daughter Gala, who now dared to call her an old hag behind her back. Although Nyara wasn’t particularly angry, such unruly behavior was simply ill‑mannered. A mischievous daughter like that should be dragged by Namira into a room for a proper lesson.

“And Ling’er, how come you don’t seem excited at all to see Mama…”

“Mama! I missed you so much!”

Linglinglan immediately leapt into Nyara’s arms. Her excited heart, trembling hands, even her emerald‑like sparkling eyes overflowed with joyful laughter. 

Had their sizes not been nearly identical, Nyara would have scooped Linglinglan up in a princess carry. 

Putting aside the facts, someone would really mistake them for sisters… especially since Namira seemed a bit taller than both of them.

“Ling’er has grown so much, Mama can’t even carry you anymore!”

Hands awkward to use? Then use tentacles instead. After all, to them, it was all just a hand. 

So Nyara twirled Linglinglan around three or four times using her tentacles before finally placing her down with reluctance.

Namira felt a twinge of unease inside, but quickly dismissed the thought. So her subtle emotional change went unnoticed by Nyara.

“Ling’er, did you miss Mama while outside?”

“Mm, very much!” Linglinglan nodded vigorously.

“Did you eat well? Sleep well? Mama was very worried, that’s why I had Sister Namira bring you home.”

“Yes! Ling’er had so much fun outside! Made new friends, ate lots of delicious food, and slept at least eight hours every day!”

“So good! Ling’er is still so little, this is the first time Mama let you go out alone. Your behavior is already very impressive!”

Actually… it seemed like I didn’t do anything at all… Mama expected me to cause chaos just like Big Sister does, to offer a grand performance of disorder—because Nyara was an evil god with chaos as her sole purpose.

 But I was just acting like a normal little girl… Making friends, shopping, eating snacks… And meeting a silly fake sword immortal, doing lewd, naughty things together… Mama must see right through my lies. 

She surely knows everything… 

This behavior should be the least interesting thing to her… 

Why isn’t she angry at all? I distinctly remember Mama often scolding my other sisters, but never once had she been stern with me. That only made me feel more uneasy.

“Nami, go call your sisters. Today, I’ll be cooking!”

“Oh, and tell Miss Valala to take a rest today as well.”

After instructing Namira, Nyara began using her tentacles to change Linglinglan into a new outfit. Linglinglan loved the warm and smooth touch of Mama’s tentacles, so she closed her eyes, enjoying this unique form of maternal love.

“It’s Vapula, Mother. Your memory could really use some improvement…”

“Ahaha, Ha‑ha! My brain is fine! Namira, how dare you say your Mama’s memory is bad… Do you want to have a private chat with me in the game room?”

“Sorry, Daughter was merely reminding you, Mother.” Namira remained as calm and emotionless as ever, as if used to Nyara’s mood swings.

“If there’s nothing else, shut up and go!”

“Yes, dear Mother…”

So scary… Mama actually got angry at Sister Namira today… 

Linglinglan was a bit frightened. Then, as if changing face like in Sichuan opera, Nyara’s attitude did a complete 360‑degree turnaround, returning to her original gentle demeanor.

“Oh my, Mama is still so young and cute, How could she have a bad memory? Ah, I accidentally let Ling’er see Mama lose her composure… Did it scare Ling’er?”

“No, not at all…” 

Even if I was scared, I wouldn’t dare say it… 

Linglinglan began to feel sorry for Sister Namira. Mama didn’t care about me as much as she cared for Namira… 

We were all born from the same mother, so why did Sister Namira have to be scolded…?

“Then let’s continue changing your clothes… This outfit is made of cloth… When you could’ve just used body tissue to form clothes. Isn’t this a bit unnecessary?”

It’s best not to mention anything about running away… 

Linglinglan was afraid she might get scolded.

“Mama is the most fashionable, I can dress you up all pretty and cute~ Do you like little braids, Ling’er? Mama just tried a new style on your Second Sister. Want to give it a try?”

“Okay, Mama.”

“Then be good and play with your phone for a bit, while Mama gets you…”

“Eh, Ling’er, what is that collar‑like thing?”

Oh no…Oh no…

 Mama had discovered the perverted sword immortal’s mischief…