Chapter 901: Chapter 52: Learn to Meow with Me_3

As the two walked away, in a small courtyard two streets away, a magical pattern shattered, and the head of an impish old spirit wiggled free from its constraints, looking back in surprise:

“Scadi? Why are you here?”

Meanwhile, the fugitive orange cat was perched leisurely on the girl’s head, licking its paws.

“I’m here on serious business.” Belldandy answered in a grave tone, then loosening her arms, she glared at her most mischievous younger sister, “As for you, Scouty, weren’t you in Jotunheim? How did you end up running to Dwarf Country again?”

Hearing this, Scouty flapped her arms dismissively with a pained expression, “Don’t even mention it, our eldest sister has gone mad somehow, and now she’s chasing me around the world! If she catches me, even if I don’t die, I’ll surely be skinned alive, so how dare I stay in Jotunheim? Therefore, I came with Scadi to Dwarf Country to avoid the storm, lest our sister beats me to death.”

After pouring out her grievances, Scouty’s little face tensed, and she clenched her fists tightly, swinging them fiercely in the air:

“I don’t even know who leaked the information, telling her I was in Jotunheim. If I catch them, I’m going to make them pay!”

“What’s your plan for revenge then?”

“What else? Of course, it’s to give my cat some extra meals!”

Scouty ground her little fangs as she communicated her plans.

That seemingly fierce but adorable expression inadvertently exuded a cold aura of imposing authority.

As a Fate Goddess, she was the most capricious and the most dangerous among the three sisters.

Legend has it, during one of the Norn sisters’ casual trips to Denmark, they entered a noble’s home where the firstborn was about to be delivered. The eldest, Urd, promised that the newborn would be handsome and brave, and Belldandy foretold great wealth and poetic talent. Before Scouty could speak, the neighbors, having heard of this miracle, swarmed in, filling the room and rudely bumping Scouty from her seat. Annoyed, Scouty rose to say that her sisters’ generosity was in vain, for she would promise the newborn’s Life would only last as long as the small candle by the bed.

At that moment, the candle had already burnt halfway, its end imminent. The mother, cradling her baby, heart shattered, pleaded. Belldandy, compassionate but unable to retract her sister’s words, watched as Urd took the candle stub, blew it out, and gave it to the mother, instructing her to keep it until her son grew tired of living, and then to burn the rest.

The matter was thus resolved satisfactorily, and the child lived exceptionally long, over three hundred years.

This incident sufficiently reveals the differences in the sisters’ characters:

The eldest is mature and stable, the second kind and gentle, the third whimsical and unruly.

And now, hearing her younger sister’s plan for revenge, Belldandy, however gentle and kind, couldn’t suppress the anger in her heart, raising her fist to strike her sister’s head:

“Extra meals? Let’s see who’s getting the extra meal today!”

The iron fist fell, the orange cat leapt quickly, trembling, hiding into the shadows.

And Scouty, holding her now swollen head, squatted on the ground, drawing circles with tears in her eyes:

“Why hit so hard? I wasn’t the one who told on you.”

“Then do you know why our eldest sister is so angry she wants to kill you?”

“Why?”

“Because your running away has caused me such trouble!”

Belldandy coldly brushed back her bangs, revealing a divine seal enveloped in golden Flames.

Now, as the investigation into the Dragon Disaster deepens, the golden ring of fire is gradually closing, outlining a more complete master-servant pact.