Chapter 69: Big Sis, So Tasty 😋

Lilith lifted Sakunae Mashiro from the floor, like pulling a fox from crushed snow.

The fox lady was torn up, ragged as wind‑ripped cloth.

The damage spared her eyes; nothing else was fatal.

Lilith brushed her wounds with gentle frost, and the blade-scratched cheeks turned porcelain white again.

“That’s much better.” Lilith patted Mashiro’s face, hands on hips like a proud crescent.

“But your hand—there’s nothing I can do for that. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Warm acceptance came first; then Mashiro’s gaze fell to her right hand, limp as a fallen branch.

Her sight had gone half-dark, like dusk folding over a familiar wide meadow.

It stung, but she didn’t cling; the price felt bearable.

“Really, it’s fine. Thank you, Miss Lilith.”

“Mm.” The Little White Dragon fished out leftover gauze, moonlight on cotton.

She wrapped Mashiro’s eye with careful spirals, like a cocoon around a star.

“This’ll help. From now on, don’t let that eye see light.”

“Mm.” Mashiro nodded, tucking the tender warning into her heart like a talisman.

Once Mashiro was calm, the Little White Dragon turned toward the head of Eternal Life cradled in Nidhogg’s palm, a cold moon in a dragon’s hand.

The Reaper Fragment had spent its fight; its last black mist rose like smoke from dying embers, powerless to roll back the tide.

“We should talk about how to deal with you.” The Little White Dragon stepped to Nidhogg’s side and tapped the unprotected skull with her sword tip, a dragonfly kiss on stone.

“By the rites between Divine Fragments, you should eat me.” Eternal Life spoke like still water accepting night.

“My body and my authority will become part of you.

An eternity that even time can’t decay, and mist that can swallow the moon, will flow into you.

The black Taint will be dyed a sacred blue by my fog, and your frail frame will grow tougher under my boon.

Come—swallow me, and welcome your new life.”

“Why does that sound like a pyramid scheme?” The Little White Dragon tilted her head, smile sharp as a crescent blade.

“You won’t trick me, then stir up trouble inside my body after I swallow you?”

“How could I?” Eternal Life pushed back, steel in the voice, but Lilith’s glance cut like frost.

Even the Little White Dragon heard the wobble under the lacquer.

“Thanks for the Moonswallow Mist, though. Tasty.” Lilith slid her sword into one eye socket, clean as a needle into velvet.

Moonswallow Mist poured along her Taint and sank into the powder‑blue blade.

Night pooled deeper in the steel; at the tip, the old powder‑white was almost gone, blue as twilight.

“I’m not ending you yet. You still have uses.” With the blithe audacity of some bald guy from her old world, Lilith hooked the skull to her perky little butt, like a charm tied to a sash.

“Why reward it?” Nidhogg asked, voice sour as smoke.

“Quit whining. Think about how we get out.” The Little White Dragon flicked Nidhogg with her slender tail.

It bounced like a spring, rebounded, and smacked the Reaper’s skull with a comic thwack.

“In a pocket dimension, the easiest way is to find the entry portal.” Nidhogg’s tone was dry as old parchment.

“Obviously we can’t, so it’s time for Plan B.”

She snapped her fingers.

A dark‑violet vortex bloomed between them, like a bruise opening in the air.

A small gray‑white Demon poked out a tiny head, curious as a mouse.

“Good evening.” Abaddon greeted Lilith with a neat little bow of tone.

“Good evening, Mama!” A tiny figure scrambled off Abaddon’s head, sunlight in motion.

Litt popped out, brimming with energy, and chirped at Lilith with warm joy.

“Eh? That—Sis?” Litt’s eyes had been glued to the Little White Dragon.

Then she spotted the skull hanging at Lilith’s waist, and her gaze lit up like twin lanterns.

She hopped down, pitter‑patter like raindrops, came to Lilith’s side, and poked the pale shell with a clean white finger.

“Good evening, Sis.” Litt smiled, eyes crescented like a new moon.

Eternal Life didn’t answer.

Lilith felt the shift like a winter gust—the once-unruffled Reaper Fragment drenched in sweat.

Fear rolled off it in waves, as if Litt weren’t a small Reaper Fragment at all, but a flood beast breaking a dam.

“Mama, can Litt have Sis?” Litt tipped her head up, innocent as a sparrow.

“Of course—” Lilith’s consent barely formed when the skull cracked with a sharp, shrieking pop, like ice snapping on a lake.

“No!” Eternal Life screamed, voice ragged as torn silk.

It begged in a whispered rush, all dignity shed like dead leaves.

“Please don’t give me to her.

I’ll do anything—secrets you want, the power you crave, work you need.

Just don’t hand me over.

Don’t let me fall into her hands.

I’ll do anything!”

“Oh? That scared?” The Little White Dragon blinked, surprised, then looked at Litt, voice soft as cotton.

“Litt, tell Mama—what’ll you do to Sis?”

“Eat!” Litt beamed like a tiny sun, adorable as a peach blossom.

“Sis’s powers and memories are yummy!”

“You mean you can absorb her memories?” She jiggled the white head, light as fruit on a string.

“Mm‑hm! One bite, and Sis goes straight into my tummy!” Litt puffed out her small chest, proud as a sparrow on a branch.

“Then she’s yours. Careful—don’t chip your teeth.” Lilith showed no mercy.

She set the skull into Litt’s arms like placing a melon in a basket.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t—aaah!” Eternal Life’s scream soared higher than any the Little White Dragon had heard, a knife of sound through glass.

Then it faded, quiet as twilight.

Only Litt’s gentle munching remained, crisp as bites into an apple.

When she finished, the little one patted her belly with both hands, satisfied and glowing.

“Big Sis, so tasty 😋!”