Cinderella Crazy
...The goddess?

A few months before the prediction of the death of Kalia.

A girl sat in her wheelchair and walked towards the large window in her room. He stopped and observed something outside the window. From the third floor, he noticed a horse-drawn carriage leaving the spacious courtyard of his residence.

His eyes followed the movement of the carriage without blinking, as if he did not want to miss anything. His heart was racing, he became extremely nervous because this was an opportunity that might not come again. This was a moment he had been waiting for a long time.

"Come on."

Together with his personal servant, the two of them rushed out.

The girl's hand trembled as her personal servant helped to sweep her down the stairs. Each step of his foot felt weaker than usual. His anxiety increased with time.

Arriving below he rested on the handle of the stairs but his hands still did not stop trembling.

After all the effort he had put in over the past 1 year, this was the last step he had to make. The desire to achieve success and not being able to accept failure is what makes him very nervous. As if there would be no tomorrow if it didn't work out.

After his personal servant returned with his wheelchair, they immediately left the mansion.

Indeed he planned to leave secretly, but it could not be denied if there were some people who saw it, considering the sun still shines brightly. These are the workers who work in their homes.

Even so, it was no problem for him. The people he was wary of were his parents, not them. When the workers in his house saw them leave, no one cared.

Once out of the main door, the girl's family horse carriage was already waiting outside. Aided by his servant, the girl got into the carriage. They also went to their destination. Not the main destination, just a transit place to slightly trick the coachman who drove him.

They were at a restaurant that opened some time ago. He asked the coachman to come back without waiting for him because it would take a long time. Without further ado, the coachman went straight back to the girl's residence, as if he didn't want to be with them from the start.

After the coachman left, they hurried off to their true destination. Dressed in robes and ordering a new horse-drawn carriage, they headed for a mountain in the southern part of the city.

While the girl was still unable to calm her nervousness, her personal servant had other worries. He kept a close eye on the back making sure that no one was following them.

"Is this enough, Miss? You sure no one's following us?"

"He wouldn't care where I went. The restaurant was just for the anticipation of them not gossiping and making her curious." Answer the girl.

About 30 minutes later, they arrived in front of a village at the foot of Halla mountain. Before any of the villagers saw, they immediately went towards the forest towards the mountain.

Uneven dirt roads due to rocks and roots complicate their journey. The girl could only rely on her servant trying hard to control her wheelchair.

Several times tucked, slipped, even to fall, but they continued the exhausting journey.

More than 2 hours they are in the forest but have not yet reached their destination. They choose a more sloping road to make it easier to pass but take longer.

The longer, the servant increasingly doubted the existence of the place the girl wanted to reach. Obviously the girl had never been there, how could she know the whereabouts of the place.

"Are you sure there's a tower here, miss?"

"I'm sure."

"How did you know there's a tower on this mountain?"

"I saw it."

An answer was not enough to convince his servant, but he was very sure.

After studying forbidden knowledge, he was given a picture in his dream. An empty tower inside the forest in the middle of the mountain. An altar used by the ancients to perform rituals.

In his dream, he saw a crowd of robed people carrying torches through the forest towards a tower. They then perform offerings and ritual ceremonies inside there.

Everything is clearly visible. The altar table was surrounded by candles, an angular stone wall that was also decorated with many candles, a long circular staircase that connected the ground floor and the only room there, even the street they traveled, and a long circular staircase that connected the ground floor, trees and surrounding.

The path he was currently walking on, was very familiar in his eyes. He was sure he was going the same way.

It was the only door, revealing the inside of the tower which was quite dark because there were only 2 windows where the light entered. The door was deliberately left open so that the lighting was better.

There was nothing there, just a staircase that circled the room towards the top about 10 meters high.

The heart beat of the girl again increased, but this time because of the enthusiasm in her. The spirit that appeared because he seemed to see the victory that was already in front of his eyes.

He got up from his wheelchair. Fired by his personal servants, step by step they climbed the stairs towards the altar room.

Real tired. The waiter was exhausted. After running out of power struggling with roads that are not supportive for more than 2 hours. Now he still had to get the girl to climb hundreds of stairs.

There are no handles or guardrails on the stairs, if it falls as a result it will be very fatal. The waiter stopped. His legs were shaking out of energy. He didn't want to take the risk that would make him lose his life.

Understanding the tiredness of her servant, the girl asked her to take a short break as she crawled up and continued her journey.

He was at the top, followed by his servant who then helped him stand up.

"Help me there." Said the girl pointing at the altar table in the middle of the room.

They walked slowly, the room was much darker because there were no windows at all. However, because their eyes have adjusted to the lack of light, their eyes are able to capture the light reflected from the stairs.

The girl sat there and asked her servant to stay away from the candle that encircled the altar. He paused for a moment, chanting the spell he had learned.

Suddenly one by one the candles surrounding the girl lit up. It made his personal servant afraid. He walked backwards away from the girl approaching the stairs, anticipating that at any time something happened, he could escape quickly.

Shortly after, a strong wind moved around the room. Surprisingly, the candle was not dead, the fire was getting bigger, slowly surrounding the girl, making her feel like she was in the middle of a fire tornado.

Little did the waiter know. Nonanya wants to perform a ritual to summon the Goddess of Destruction. By offering his soul, he asked the Goddess to avenge him by entering his body. Then the Goddess will return after granting her request, leaving the body of the petitioner who from the beginning was lifeless.

After telling what the girl was about to do, the maid was only given the task of passing on information related to this world to the person she was about to call and leave the residence, that was their plan.

He never thought that the summoning route would feel this magical.

Without warning, the fire broke out grabbing the entire room. The servant closed both eyes while crossing his arms trying to dispel even though he knew it would not have much effect. However, there was nothing he felt other than a gust of wind.

He opened his eyes because he felt strange.

The whole candle in the room was now lit, and the girl was lying motionless on the altar table. The candles surrounding it had already burned to the ground, only narrating the melt on the floor.

The girl had previously said that there was no guarantee that her rituals would work, but that she still wanted to try them, risking everything she had for her revenge.

The servant became a little scared after seeing the oddities earlier. He chose to wait for a moment, making sure the ritual was really over.

About 1 minute passed but nothing else happened, not even the girl moved at all. The waiter approached to confirm the ritual.

He saw the belly and chest of the girl, not moving at all. It's working? Or failed?

By holding back fear, he made sure the Goddess had been residing inside the girl's body.

"...Goddess?"

He was surprised by it. The girl's eyes suddenly opened, and immediately looked at the servant.

His gaze was not as usual, very sharp despite looking confused as well as surprised. Also, it felt very intimidating, the servant's entire body goosebumps just by looking into his eyes.

At that moment the servant realized, who was there was not his nona anymore, but the Goddess of Destruction.

^^^Connected...^^^