Never in a million years did Sylvia expect that, as a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse, she would lose a snowball fight to Timothy.
Just as she was trying her hardest to turn the tide...
Huff, huff.
Timothy took a few heavy breaths, looking utterly exhausted, and raised a small white flag.
"Babe, I give up. I give up."
He staggered forward, looking incredibly weak, and dropped all the snowballs in his hands, clearly showing no intention of continuing the fight.
"What's with the sudden weakness?"
Sylvia hadn't expected victory to come so quickly, but she was still a little excited. She blew some warm air onto her smooth, slightly reddened hands from the cold and smiled smugly.
Gone was her usual cool and aloof demeanor. Her smile now had a hint of playful innocence.
She tucked her hands into her sleeves, crossing her arms in front of her chest. The fluffy white hat with its pom-pom bobbed as she walked, making her look like a waddling penguin—adorably clumsy.
