A few hours passed and Hona recently went into the bedroom after taking a refreshing shower. The Old woman threw the towel onto the floating lavender bed on the back and sat on the chair near the polished projection closely resembling a rectangular mirror in front of her sight
Hona pinned her sight on Rosemelia's can lying on the bright blue holographic board levitating near the mirror. Gazing at her old appearance shone a bitter look on Hona's face, nervously closing her lip before grabbing the powder. She spun the can to the left to open it, gushing the blustery dazzling lavender smoke from its inside.
An astonished look painted on Hona's face as she darted to the shimmering sparkles emitted from the lavender powder. Without hesitation, she gripped the small white brush waiting on the table's left side, stroking some of the powder essence that was being absorbed by the brush.
Taking one last glance at the powder essence latching on the brush convinced The Old Woman smirked haughtily, drawing the brush closer to her cheek. The longer she gazed at her face's reflection, the more Hona freed her anxious look especially when seeing wrinkles on the left side.
"Stephania said this powder can make you look younger," Hona uttered, fixating her face at the mirror.
Hona gulped and muttered, "Although I have some doubt and suspicion, let's try it first to specially for determining whether this is the real Aldika flower or the fake one."
"I don't like having another competitor in terms of beauty in my circle," Hona professed in bitterness
The powder-filled brush swiftly covered Hona's face as she initiated the brightening makeup activity, leaving glimmering sparkles on her cheek. Furthermore, The Old Woman consistently moved the brush below her left eye, polishing her face and hiding the wrinkles on her left cheek.
She even refilled the powder by hurling the brushes to the opened cans, collecting more dazzling sparkles Eventually, the polishing process ended when Hona brushed her forehead, radiating the horde of sparkles. The sparkles spontaneously reformed her forehead into a silk white.
"It's done,' The Old Woman declared eagerly, placing the brush and the powder can onto the table.
Hona sighed and whispered, "Let's see."
As Hona pushed her watchful eyes closer to the mirror's reflection, she gasped in complete disbelief. She uncontrollably shook her head at the sighting of the mirror, wrapping her staggering cheek. The Old Woman constantly exhaled a hefty breath from her throat, pinching her chin.
Specifically, the mirror unfolded the shiny white face with all the wrinkles and rough surfaces hindered from her glance. Her glowed-up face reassembled the time when still was in her twenties, bursting a high-pitch chuckle. Tears of clarity dropped from The Old Woman's delighted eyes.
"Oh my god…oh my god, Oh my GOD!!!" The Old Woman was flabbergasted, shakily bleating. "This…face….this….face…."
"It's the face when….I was still Prila's age," Hona uttered, sliding her finger at the smooth skin on her forehead and pondering at the powder. "I never…thought this powder could instantly polish it."
Hona slowly pushed her face to the mirror and murmured, "Which means Stephania showed me is true!!"
"Magnificent, what a magnificent thing!!" Hona commented, retreating her face from the mirror and leaning onto the chair.
The Old Woman burst out a high-pitched snigger, "I bet Nogra will be shocked seeing me like this again."
The bedroom door was quickly opened and Hona excitedly got up from her chair like a happy child. She clapped her hands when her beloved husband, Nogra entered the room and scratched the back of his head. The Old Man panted and seethed a bewildered face when he switched his sight to his wife.
"Wow…why did your face suddenly turn into your twenties!" The Old Man asked his wife, drawing his stammering fingers.
Hona laughed cheerfully and teased, "Oh my, oh my dear. I knew you were going to react this way."
Unbeknownst to the couple, their eyes were engulfed by the smoky aqua-blue aura that warped their vision like a mist. Not only was their vision being corrupted by the bluish aura, but the couple's activity was currently being watched by the horde of microscopic bugs gliding on their right side.
Some microscopic bugs decided to fly off, especially with their eyes blinking into dazzling blue lights. The secret scheme of Amalia Galastar alongside her loyal servant went into a clean path as the bugs received the DNA of their supposedly target and readied to be delivered as fast as possible,
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A sunny next day entered Teldrium again as the afternoon sunlight broadly spread throughout the humongous building and the crowded street. No raid or assault from any Supervillains hadn't occurred today with the citizens roaming freely on the street and placing their relieved glances when they scanned the surroundings.
Although no Supervillains activity occurred, three Triumph Makers still actively patrolled the city by leaping to another building or rotating their heedful eyes. The trio who joined the patrol consisted of VWX, Mina Rodax, and Scrap Devil. They chose their current patrolling spots on the top of the shiny green humongous building broadcasting the news through the holographic projection popping on the front.
VWX yawned and said, "So far, there is no suspicion sign of villain or otherworldly stuff in here such as Amalia Galastar."
"Or even Uprising Venom too," VWX remarked, inhaling a cold air shortly.
"Yup, yup," Scrap Devil replied, drawing the brown scrappy-surface telescope with the emerald lenses. "Guess The Cowardly Galastar and her love slave haven't started their invasion yet."
"Sadly, I couldn't feel any joy or relief about this,' Scrap Devil added, spinning the telescope to the right. "I'm afraid she already started selling some suspicious products that make people go nuts of course with her duplicate."
Mina Rodax flickered the aqua-bluish eyes and uttered, "And worse her duplicate even has its consciousness."
"It felt like I was reading a different person," Mina Rodax spoke frigidly. "That time when I tried to read her last duplicate, it automatically died and its mind became empty."
VWX chuckled and said, "At least we managed to capture her loyal servant despite his mind couldn't be read either by your telepathy."
"Even worse he escaped again by some mysterious villains," VWX spoke, shaking his head in irritation.
The Telepathic Hero hummed and professed worriedly, "About Amalia Galastar, I'm still wondering why she still wants to sell a highly addictive product such as beauty lipstick?"
"I thought being a famous actress already gave her a huge amount of money," Mina Rodax argued, steering her flickering eyes to the right to resume the inspection. "Or she could even use her power like us."
Scrap Devil snapped his fingers and snickered, "Simple explanation, The Scamming Galastar is a greedy bastard."
"Seriously, if she is a wise person, she would become the next candidate of Triumph Makers," Scrap Devil uttered, cackling and rubbing his chin as he rotated the telescope to the right.
VWX giggled, "Even more ironic she played as heroic figure Rakshalia The Wonder Princess in her upcoming movie."
Mina Rodax shrunk the brightness within her eyes and crossed her left arm, switching her focus toward The Laser Master. Afterward, The Telepathic Hero flew forward and turned her gaze to the left, capturing a glimpse of the humongous holographic screen on the three-story dark blue building. The holographic screen currently presented the clip of Rakshalia, The Wonder Princess, hauling her sword that transpired the glimmering magical wave throughout the sky.
Mina Rodax sighed, "Such a sad irony isn't it."
"Luckily, Prila didn't follow the same path as her," Mina Rodax blurted out a reminder.
Scrap Devil nodded and tittered, "Beautiful sunshine has a stronger faith and conviction on using her power responsibility than the scamming Galastar."
"Speaking about Prila, is she still busy shooting an advertisement?' VWX asked, taking a few steps to the left and stretching his arms to the right.
"Yeah, Layfree," Scrap Devil replied, sighing. "From what I heard, she still became the main model for the Bikluri Sweat."
"Even though she wanted to join today's patrol, I told her to do it the next day," Scrap Devil added.
Mina Rodax whistled and chuckled, "At least she could have time away from The Triumph Makers stuff."
"By the way, let's split up our inspection," Mina Rodax insisted rigidly, "Layfree you go to the North area, and you Caldister investigate the South Area."
"I'm going to take East area,' Mina Rodax announced, stepping on the ground and levitating onto it, producing aqua blue gleams within her eyes.
Scrap Devil gestured a salute hand on his forehead and affirmed, "Roger that, Telepathic Girl."
Hence, Scrap Devil squeezed the telescope until it diminished into thin air and flexibly leaped to another building's rooftop on the right, while VWX ran forward until he jumped into the sky. Noticing her two allies already commenced her command, Mina Rodax flapped her dazzling hands downward, allowing her to hover further.
The Telepathic Hero flew to the sky above, resuming the patrol on other Teldrium's areas. One of their members from below witnessed the Triumph Maker's patrol activity, Prila, who sat on the comfy gray chair and rested her holding hand on the glimmering white table.
Moreover, The Hair Magician maintained her civilian disguised form, Candila, a long brown-haired girl with a white jacket, maroon-red t-shirt, and long blue jeans. Then, a familiar female voice coughing swooped into her ears, provoking Candila to turn around her emancipative stare.
The Hair Magician bloomed her relaxed stare at her close friend Calana who brightly smiled and occupied the empty seat beside her. Calana also brought the icy holographic cup filled with creamy latte inside, moving it closer toward Prila who gave a thankful nod toward her friend.
"Here is your special cafe latte, Pri-I mean Candila," Calana announced blithely, watching The Hair Magician grabbing the icy latte.
"Thank you very much," Prila spoke gladly, sipping the icy cafe late that took half of it before retrieving and placing the glass on the table.
An odd furrow planted on Calana's expression after witnessing the disguised model burping and washing the latte leftover on her lip. Nonetheless, Calana burst out a sheepish giggle as she relaxed her tiresome back to the holographic chair's balmy surface, straightening her arms up.
Calana groaned, "Ah today is freaking tiring honestly."
"The deadline for editing your recent video is literally tomorrow and sadly. I'm 70% done," Calana muttered, shaking her head in bothersome.
Prila cleared her throat and assured, "Perhaps if you need my help for editing, I'll be ready for it."
"Nah, no thank you, Candila. I can handle it by myself," Calana politely rejected The Hair Magician's offer. "Besides, you already became a main model in Buklari's newest advertisement."
Prila giggled, "As always, refusing my offer to edit your video."
"Hey, I could say the same thing to you," Calana argued, sharing a jolly laughter with one another.
"Also I got some convenient thing that is closely related to your Superhero stuff, Prila,' Calana announced, forming a firm look as she pushed her stare closer toward The Hair Magician.
"It happened to one of my neighbors," Calana added. "One very odd case of a woman's addiction to maintaining her beauty.
"Go on, tell me more, Calana" Prila spoke rigidly, pressing her affirmed stare and gripping her left.
"A neighbor who is your mom's old friend, Mrs.Stephania," Calana explained bleakly. "I heard from her daughter, she's recently just bought 10 more powder cans from a new brand name, Rosemelia or something like that."
Calana anxiously gulped before resuming her story, "Today…Mrs Stephania has used up to 4 powder cans."
"However, the strange thing is her daughter told me Mrs.Stephania's face has turned into her twenties," Calana professed, biting her unnerving lip. "Even more odd things, I also saw it too and was…."
"Was being lured… by it. It attracted me also when seeing Ms Stephania" Calana added, broadening her obsessive smirk.
Calana giggled "I wonder if I wanted to use that special powder too."
The Hair Magician gleamed at the pinkish flashes that unveiled her close friend's eyes sleeved by the aqua-blue aura, triggering her to get up from her chair. Then, Prila picked out two tiny strains of her brown hair, morphing their colors into bright pink colors as she stepped closer to her friend.
A frantic gasp was exhaled from Calana's throat when The Hair Magician already stood behind her. Despite her close friend pouring a flood of sweat on her forehead, Prila slowly heaved the pinkish hairs that solidified into paper-thin needles and emanated translucent pinkish auras.
"Hold still, hold still, Calana," The Hair Magician announced assertively, thrusting her needle strains onto Calana's neck.
"Hey…hey, hey," Calana complained, irritatedly furrowing at The Hair Magician.
Therefore, the needles stabbed through Calana's neck and she uncontrollably bleated in a little taste of agony, trembling her legs as if she received a small electrocution. The bluish aura on her close friend instantaneously vanquished, convincing The Hair Magician to withdraw the twin strains.
"Did-did I being…enchanted by a weird curse?" Calana asked, clouding her bemused expression.
Prila closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, "Yes, Calana and I knew the one who gave you the curse."
"Remind me, do I still have a shooting schedule after this break?" The Hair Magician demanded.
Calana shook her head, "As far as I know, you don't have any schedule."
"Good, because I'm going pay a visit to Ms.Stephania," Prila declared, planting adamant eyebrows.
"Also is Mrs.Stephania working right now?" The Hair Magician asked
Calana tapped her chin, "I think not."
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