==== [Psychedelic Monarch Butterfly] Class: A Characteristics: Able to Disperse Pink Powdery Substance with a High Hallucinogen Effect when Feeling Threatened. Loves to live in an Area Where There are Abundant Flowers. Skills: Illusion Casting. Elemental Weakness: Fire Attributes Attack. ==== Sylvia didn't even have the opportunity to read the full attributes on the screen before her entire consciousness went dark. 'Thud.' Her body fell onto the ground. … After what seemed like an eternity, Sylvia began to regain consciousness. She groggily sat upright while rubbing her aching head. “Ugh… It hurts.” Her other palm pressed against the softness below her. Clearly now awake, Sylvia opened her eyelids, looking at what appeared to be a bedroom before her. “What happened to me? Why does my head hurt so much?” Still wondering about the pain in her head, the door to the bedroom was suddenly pushed open. A beautiful woman, dressed in a floral gown and a green colored apron wrapped around her waist, stepped into the room. If one should look closely, one would see that the appearance of the woman who had just entered the room bears 70% resemblance to Sylvia, who was seated on the bed. “Don't tell me you're still in bed, Sylvia.” The woman, as if she were used to the scenery before her, began to pick up the clothes that were littered on the floor. “Just take a look at your room. Every time, it's so unorganized. Why do you keep littering your clothes on the floor when there's a laundry basket over here? When did you become this lazy, Sylvia?” As she dumped the dirty clothes into the laundry basket, she turned her face to the girl who was seated on the bed. “Mom, my head hurts so much,” Sylvia complained the moment she saw the familiar figure in the room. The beautiful young girl, who was about 11 years of age, was still at the stage of depending on her mother for help. The look of annoyance on the woman's face instantly fades away when she hears her daughter's words. She immediately walked over, touching around Sylvia's head in worry. “Where does it hurt? Show it to me.” “I don't know. It just hurts.” The 11-year-old Sylvia tearfully looked into her mother's eyes. Sylvia's mother began to panic. “Let's go to the hospital. We need to have your head checked.” “I don't think there is a need to go to the hospital. I'll just take some over-the-counter medication, and the pain will be gone soon.” Still at that age where the word hospital causes a fear in a child's heart, Sylvia immediately rejected her mother's offer. To her, going to the hospital means getting a very painful injection.“What are you talking about? Your head suddenly started hurting out of nowhere. How can it be nothing? Hurry and get dressed. I will go and inform your dad to cancel the picnic plan today. We need to take you to the hospital right away.” Before Sylvia could say anything, her mother had rushed out of the room. “I really don't want to go to the hospital.” Her eyes were full of tears. Knowing that there was no way she could disobey her mother's order, she could only enter the bathroom and wash herself up. … As she descended the stairs, Sylvia sighted a middle-aged man seated on the dining chair, gently sipping a cup of coffee. “Dad.” A cheerful smile appeared on her face, and she rushed down the stairs in excitement. “My beautiful princess.” The man looked up in smiled, and welcomed his daughter with outstretched arms. Sylvia hurriedly rushed forward and jumped into his embrace. “Oh, my beautiful princess.” The man sweetly caressed Sylvia on the head. “How does my beautiful daughter feel today? Your mother told me that your head hurts, and we need to bring you to the hospital.” “Mom is just overreacting. I don't need to go to the hospital at all. See.” Sylvia moved out of her father's embrace and twirled her body around. “I'm perfectly fine. There's no need for me to go there. Dad, please help me persuade Mom. I don't want to go to the hospital.” “What do you mean by not going?” Her mother walked out of the kitchen, the apron on her waist already gone. “Didn't you hear the news about a man who suddenly developed an unexplainable headache. Turns out it was a tumor lodged in his head. So, how can you not get a check when you suddenly feel a pain?” “It might just be a headache. I haven't even taken any medication yet.” Sylvia said, trying to persuade her mother.“See the doctor before taking a drug.” Her mother spoke, ignoring her attempt. “Mom.” Sylvia's face well up in tears before she turned to look at her father with a pleading look. “Dad.” “Oh, my poor princess. Come here, hug Papa.” Sylvia climbed into his embrace, and her father continued to speak. “Papa is aware that you don't like the hospital, but we still have to go for your health's sake.” “You're the only one your mother and I have. So, how can we not worry when you suddenly develop a pain from nowhere? Just this once, okay. Both me and your mother won't force you to go to the hospital any longer.” “Really?” The 11-year-old Sylvia didn't fully believe the words coming from her father's mouth. “Of course. How can I be lying?” Her father replied with an innocent expression. “No injection. You know I don't like injections.” There was a frown on Sylvia's face as she spoke. One could see the clear detest for injection on her face. “Sure, my beautiful princess. Daddy would tell the doctor to only prescribe you some medicine.” With her father's promise, Sylvia finally agreed to go to the hospital with her parents. … After the check-up, it was then discovered that there was nothing wrong with her. “See, I told you. I'm perfectly fine. There's no need for us to come to the hospital. What a waste of money for a little matter.” Sylvia had a triumphant look on her face as they walked out of the hospital. “What does a child like you know? It's my choice if I choose to spend my money on your health.” Her mother looked at her and shook her head. “Okay, you two, stop arguing.” Sylvia's father spoke. “At least our beautiful princess is all healthy. That's all that matters.”“Dad,” Sylvia called, moving closer to her father. “Since there's still time, why don't we head over to the picnic place we planned?” “Everything you say, my beautiful princess.” Her dad responded with a grin. “You always say nice words to your daughter and not to me. Who did you marry between us?” Sylvia's mother said, feigning an angry look. “Ah, how could I forget my beautiful wife? Come here, let your beautiful husband kiss you.” Sylvia's father moved over to her mother and kissed her on the cheek. “You…” Her mother blushed in shyness. “People are watching. How can you suddenly kiss me in… Oh… Meet me in the car.” Her mother ran away. Sylvia and her father both look at each other before bursting into laughter. “I can't believe mom still gets shy over a kiss on the cheeks.” Sylvia shook her head in amusement when she looked at her mother's scurrying figure. “Your mother has always been the shy type. She also has a fragile heart. That's why I will never dare to hurt her and also you, my beautiful princess.” “I love you, daddy.” A beautiful smile appeared on her face. “I love you too, my beautiful princess.”