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"Just applying dicine after all that setup we did for her!"
"Tch tch, hasn't our Little dusa always been like this?"
Off to the side, Stheno, the eldest sister, sat on the wall with her fragrant cheeks propped up in her hands, her pale feet swinging in the air, and a slight downturn at the corners of her mouth, a hint of displeasure twinkling in her eyes.
It was the disappointnt of not getting the entertaining show they had hoped for, unable to revel in the fun.
As the sister who had watched her siblings grow up, no one knew better than her dusa's inherent pessimism and timidity.
A textbook case of standing still but moving backwards.
The second sister, Euryale, picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth to chew, her face synchronously taking on an extra dose of mischief.
"Giggle, it's understandable, this child has indeed grown much stronger, but her nature hasn't changed a bit, never proactive or confident enough."
Between sneers, Euryale glanced at her own modest chest and petite fra, then rembered dusa, who always followed her and Stheno around, worrying about her height and breast size, and her smile gradually solidified, her silvery teeth unconsciously grinding against each other.
Feeling inferior because of their height, bothered by their good physical developnt, scared of their many scales, and afraid to lift their heads to look at people because they can't control the might of their magical eyes...
These traits that they, as her elder sisters, wanted more than dusa did, yet that girl was never satisfied and constantly wallowed in self-pity before them.
No, that's wrong, it's flaunting! Shaless flaunting! How infuriating!
Inhale... exhale...
Calm down, calm down!
How could we be so envious of this child as to always harbor ill intentions and play tricks on our own sister?
We have always done it with absolute good intentions!
For instance, right now?
As mighty and covetous Gorgon deities, to let her live like a doormat, that just won't do!
Empowered by her action motive, Euryale suddenly felt a strong sense of mission, her cute face gleaming with an excited flush.
And the impulse to try her luck...
"Great sister, she didn't bite."
"No problem, we have Plan B!"
Stheno's lips curved upwards, sketching a pleased arc, then she beckoned Euryale, who had just jumped down from the wall.
In the spreading dusk, the two Gorgon beauties sneaked quietly to a small house at the foot of the mountain, surreptitiously knocking on the door
Seeing the young physician with silver-white hair, wrapped head to toe in a sealed black work suit, erge from the house, Stheno and Euryale crowded around him, eagerly reaching out their hands.
"Hey, hand it over quickly!"
"Are you certain you want this dicine..."
Asclepius furrowed his brow, intending to confirm the patient's request once more.
However, before he could finish, Stheno and Euryale snatched the suspicious little bottle containing the pink potion from his hand and ran off without looking back.
Forget it, since it involves the patient's privacy, it's better not to know.
After all, this was a fair transaction.
Looking at the two bottles of Blood of Gorgon that still retained their warmth in his hand, Asclepius shook his head and turned to go inside the house.
With a twist of the fluorite lamp, the dark studio lit up.
The future dicine God, preparing to imrse himself in work as usual, looked into the thermobox inscribed with secret runes at the writhing, excitedly mating snakes, and frowned slightly.
It's been three days, hasn't it?
The potency of the dicine was a bit unexpected; perhaps he should have told them that it's best diluted...
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