Chapter 35: Sister Will Find a Way

“Sister Namira, Mama refuses to help me, so you have to think of a way~” The delicate silver-haired little girl almost begged in an overly cute manner.

She grabbed Namira’s skirt and gently shook it, while occasionally rubbing her small face against it twice, her pink lips murmuring soft, pitiful words that could melt anyone’s heart.

That shiny collar, still fastened with a golden bell, rang “jingle jingle jingle” with every movement Lingling Lan made.

It was so embarrassing…
But if it was Sister Namira…
It wouldn’t be so hard to say it out loud…

Namira kept her head lowered, as though deeply lost in thought.

If even Sister Namira wouldn’t help me… Then…Who in this family could help the weak, pitiful, and helpless me…?

“Sis, look, this kind of collar would be uncomfortable on anyone, right?”

Can’t take it off when bathing, can’t remove it when sleeping, just constantly squeezing my little neck. Sleeping was miserable enough, and the constant jingling in my ears made even turning over sound like a noisy alarm.

Forget all that…

I’m still a 16-year-old girl, my body is still going to grow (hopefully…), and I’ll be trapped like this forever…

What if I become some weird freak with a huge head and a tiny neck…?

Sister Namira, please save your poor little sister!

“Ling’er, be good and don’t get too worked up. Sister is already thinking of a solution. If you keep screaming like this, I won’t help you.”

Though Namira sounded a bit irritated by Lingling Lan’s antics, her tone remained as gentle and kind as ever.

She was carefully pondering how to cleverly dismantle this intricately designed collar.

“No no!
Ling’er will listen and stop causing trouble.”

“Sss…”

The collar’s material seemed to be some kind of divine artifact made in a god’s realm.

When Namira lightly touched its smooth surface, her repressed other half, energy from the Primordial Light, resonated faintly with the collar’s material.

Perhaps that was why it could suppress Lingling Lan’s void energy.

If it weren’t a product of void energy or soul magic, it’d be a huge problem…

At least something only an Outer God of Mama’s level could deal with.

Namira was still young and didn’t know much about artifact manufacturing.

Someday, she must ask omniscient Aunt Yuin about it.

“Sis, have you thought of a way yet?” Lingling Lan played with her hair, her voice full of plaintive longing.

She was terrified that she would be bound to this stupid collar for life, until the day she entered the coffin without ever seeing it removed.

Damn Xinghui!

Ahhhhh!

“Ling’er, there’s only one solution now. Sister… doesn’t really know how to unlock it either, so…”

“Sister Namira is going to… ah!!!”

About a minute later, Lingling Lan nervously pressed against the wall, her body temporarily immobilized by Namira’s stasis magic.

She now realized what her sister’s solution probably meant.

Sometimes, the more complicated the thing is, the simpler the solution tends to be.

“Don’t be afraid, Ling’er. Sister will control the strength carefully.”

Namira lifted her rifle, skillfully loaded a 7.62mm Nami-brand magical K bullet that seemed to appear from nowhere. The bullet was infused with void energy, with the special property of penetration. Since the collar couldn’t be unlocked, why not just break it apart directly?

Lingling Lan felt like…A poor soul tied to the execution platform, waiting for the final blow…

Though she knew Sister wouldn’t actually harm her, it was still frightening…

Better to shut my eyes!

Out of sight, out of mind!

【Oblivion Bullet】
  Bang!

The black bullet shot perfectly in a straight line, hitting the collar’s surface squarely. Then, it ricocheted at a 90-degree angle, flying around the room two or three times in half a second.

Namira immediately used her mental power to halt the erratic bullet.

“Ahhh!”

Lingling Lan still cried out a few times in fear.
As expected, no injuries occurred.
But it was still terrifying!
Sister Namira, compared to this collar, I’d rather face death…

“Did the collar break?” Namira inspected carefully, only to reach a disappointing conclusion.
The collar remained nearly undamaged, apart from a small scratch on the smooth surface from friction. Such a minor wound could be ignored.

No way…
If even Sister Namira couldn’t dismantle this cursed thing…
What could I possibly do…Was I really destined to wear it for life…?

“How can this be…
If I used more power, Ling’er would get hurt…”

It wasn’t that Namira lacked strength.

If she used her ultimate weapon—the Oblivion Bullet, combining two energy types—

It would definitely blow the collar to bits.

But if she did that…Poor Ling’er might be seriously injured…

Namira decided it was best not to tell her.

…

Ah…

The all-powerful Sister Namira had failed too…

Mama still refused to remove that perverted sword immortal’s disgusting toy…

It felt awful, like expectations crumbling into emptiness.

“It’s alright. Just because Sister can’t undo it now doesn’t mean she never will. I’ll always keep trying,”

Namira gently patted Lingling Lan’s small head.

“Let’s go eat some fruit together~ I’ll cut a big apple for you. Ling’er has always wanted to eat apples, hasn’t she? Yesterday, Sister went to Peace City Ita and bought lots just for you.”

Sister Namira was indeed the best.

She always seemed to read my mind perfectly, like a master of telepathy.
The world’s most invincible gentle sister!

Lingling Lan obediently let Namira hold her small hand, still dreaming about her beloved Penglai apple…Just then, from a distant room, a moaning voice drifted in.

“Ahhh, it hurts so much, my entire tentacles feel so warm…” In the dimly lit room, the Crimson Witch—Gracia—carefully examined the little white-furred loli bound to a pillar.

Not a single inch of her snowy skin remained unscathed from whip marks.

The bound loli’s eyes were a strange black spiral, flecked with tiny sparkling lights, spinning like stars being swallowed by a black hole—blinking bright then vanishing in an instant.

On her head were a pair of small black fallen angel wings.

Between the wings were three tufts of black hair—One long and two shorter.

Overall, a very unfamiliar sight.
Gracia didn’t recall ever seeing this odd loli in their home.

“Why don’t you beg me to keep whipping you?
That feels so good~”

The one begging Gracia to whip her was either crazy or already fully trained.
But this loli was obviously neither.
Her stubborn personality only made Gracia more interested.

“I just lost the game and feel awful, so I’m taking it out on you!” The harsh whip cracks sounded excruciating, especially since the whip was covered in barbs,  each strike drawing a fresh line of blood. Yet the loli seemed to enjoy it.

“Let go of this child, Gracia.” Namira righteously raised her gun, snatched the whip from Gracia’s hands, and tossed it aside. She then stood between the loli and Gracia.

“Oh, look who it is, you bastard. Trying to spoil my fun?”

Gracia’s words showed no retreat, the air thick with tension.