The Moon Goddess and Her Mate novel Chapter 27

"Impossible!" denied a girl with long silver hair.

"Yes, that's how it is. Do you think I was joking?” asked the white-eyed woman with an expressionless facial expression.

“My mom said nothing like that. She never said that—”

Before that virgin lady could continue her words, the other person had already cut her words. “Who is more capable of handling everything related to darkness, especially all events that occur at night? I or your mother? Answer me!"

"Of course, my mother." The violet-eyed girl did not seem to want to lose. Atvertha feels that the anger that had previously subsided is now rising again because the other person has offended her parents.

God Havento's sister suddenly smiled disdainfully, but she did not want to reply to Atvertha's words. Meanwhile, the woman, who has a height of one hundred and seventy-five centimeters tall, becomes wary because she sees the strange behavior of her close friend. The atmosphere became awkward and full of tension because one party did not believe the information from the other party.

“If your mother really is as skilled as you say, then there is no way that such an incident could have occurred, Darling. Should I remember you one more time, that I have long been a goddess with full duties and responsibilities in the underworld? Even all the activities of the mortals at night did not escape my attention?” Nyx asked without further ado.

The intonation of the voice used by the Night Goddess seems challenging, supported by a sinister grin that is covered on her lips. Meanwhile, Atvertha was silent, because she had heard 'mortals' being called by Nyx. The feeling of longing for the male mortal that had been forgotten has now returned to the surface.

The woman who hated the sun was surprised, because she realized the interlocutor was still silent as if she was thinking about something. Nyx observed Atvertha's gaze, which was looking elsewhere. The underworld goddess could only shake her head once, then exhaled.

That handsome male mortal... How is he now? Is he okay? But that guy already has a special girl, whether she was his wife nor his fiancé. The saddest part was I saw both of them close to each other. It was all because of Nyx that I could remind of him again, the pretty girl thought.

"Tsk. I did not think it turned out you were still thinking about that dirty creature. How many times do I have to tell you that you do not need him in your life? An immortal goddess should not marry a male mortal because your position is higher than his. Do not cross the line because it is too dangerous.” Nyx said calmly, but pierced the interlocutor's heart.

Atvertha, as soon as possible, turned her attention to the woman who had a pair of wings made of very dark darkness and was hidden. The girl smiled sarcastically. However, Nyx did not mind the situation. "What do you mean? Did you read my mind on purpose? You are so rude, goddess.”

“Why should I read your mind according to your accusation? Without doing so, I could see it through your eyes. They could not lie to me, especially every time I mention 'mortal' in front of you. Girl, if you want to cover up your own feelings, you must learn how to be a pro one.”

"Shit!" cursed Atvertha, annoyed.

Nyx chuckled and did not feel offended at all. However, Atvertha felt different things. The girl who had a rebellious side did not look at the Night Goddess but focused her focus on the three pairs of hands she had. She tried to move all of her hands but to no avail. She can move only the two commonly used hands.

"What would you do?" Nyx asked.

The girl with thin eyebrows snorted in disgust and still did not want to turn her face toward the other person. She also deliberately did not answer right away because she chose to stay focused on her original goal. The woman who rarely makes small talk realized that there was something wrong with Atvertha, so Nyx was increasingly challenged so that the woman who the War God liked would answer her question.

“What would you do with those hands?” Nyx repeated, never giving up.