Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 571 - 572: Gulp, It’s Over Fixed

"No, I didn’t initiate the attack! It was those humans who attacked me first! My identity got exposed somehow, and then I was surrounded! I only acted in self-defense! Mom, you have to believe me! They were bullying your son!" Pierre’s voice even began to quiver slightly.

"I was forced into this!"

As the second child in Yumo’s family, Pierre had also undergone training in Sebastian’s Acting Class. Pretending emotions was something he could manage. However, as one who ranked second-to-last in the class, Pierre obviously hadn’t mastered the finer points of acting.

After Pierre’s words, Yumo’s expression didn’t soften; it grew even darker. Her merciless grip made Pierre whimper in pain.

"Mom! I’ve explained... why are you still pinching me?!" he cried.

"Explain what! All you’re doing is spouting nonsense! They bullied you? I think it’s more like you were bullying others. Laughing so arrogantly just now, did that look like someone who’s being bullied? I saw everything you did! Bullied, yet chasing people with a sword, right? Trying to deceive me? Dream on!"

"Ah?! How can you say that!"

"I see how you plan to talk your way out of this one. This time, we’re definitely going to settle our scores properly!" Yumo declared, her expression tightening like someone clenching their teeth in anger. It seemed as if she was reminded of some unpleasant memories, the fury in her eyes burning more intensely. her anger in her crimson eyes burned even fiercer. The substantial darkness surrounding Yumo began to crack the nearby ground, and the towering mountain peaks seemed to show signs of disintegration.

"And not just this time! If you think about it carefully, there are quite a few things you need to answer for, my boy. You’ve been away from home for so long without sending a single letter, making me worry. You destroyed the Spirit Void Tower on your own, attacked the northern fortress of the Snow Night Empire, bullied your dragonkin comrades, raised your sword against the Guardian Beast, caused the death of the former Emperor of Sadiq Empire, and plundered the Merchant Caravan... In addition to all that, you also..."

Yumo continued to list Pierre’s "crimes," and as her memories were dredged up, she felt even more determined to discipline her son. The substantial darkness surrounding her began to crack the nearby earth, and the towering mountains seemed to show signs of collapse.

At that moment, Pierre couldn’t help but think of his sisters. However, he quickly dismissed the thought. In his sisters’ eyes, he was an admirable figure, often referred to as "Big Brother." They trusted and adored him.

’How could they betray me? It didn’t make sense’

’Even if it was my younger sister, Little Na who used to betray me in the past for self-preservation, those incidents were in the past. Kalina had grown up and wouldn’t do that anymore, right?’

’If it wasn’t my sisters, then was it someone I hadn’t dealt with properly?’

Pierre realized this possibility and began to feel anxious. ’The Void Spirit Tower had survived’

This question troubled Pierre because he realized that...

As Yumo listed the crimes, Pierre realized some of them weren’t even his doing. His face grew more embarrassed as Yumo’s words continued to sink in.

’Robbing caravans? Inciting rebellion? Kidnapping officials? Creating fake news to mislead humans? What the heck? When did I ever do these things?’

He was clueless!

’What the hell? When did I do any of these things? How can I not know anything about this?!’

Feeling increasingly wronged, Pierre was convinced someone else was using his name for their misdeeds.

’This had to be a setup, a frame! ’

-"Who the hell is framing me?!"- he roared in his mind, resolved to find the culprits and give them a taste of his wrath. But, that was a problem for later. Right now, he had to clear his name

If all these false accusations were pinned on him, he’d be in big trouble, Although it seemed like he might be beyond salvation at this point,

After all, he was indeed responsible for many of the listed actions.

’But how did Mom find out about these things, I was sure I had covered these up?’

He briefly wondered if his sisters might have betrayed him but quickly dismissed the thought. They admired and trusted him too much to do such a thing.

Anyway… there was still a difference between being half-dead and having a single breath left. ’Moreover, maybe Mom…. would she not punish me if I act cute? After all, my sisters often used cuteness to avoid punishment in the past. If they could do it, maybe I can too?’

Holding onto a glimmer of hope, Pierre wanted to speak up and defend himself. After all, he hadn’t committed these fabricated crimes, and some of them even had no evidence. It didn’t seem difficult to shift the blame for these incidents. Once he got rid of these accusations, maybe his mother would feel guilty for wrongly accusing him and not seek retribution?

However,

Just as Pierre was about to open his mouth, he suddenly found that he couldn’t?! It seemed like Yumo tired of Pierre’s sophistry, had chosen to use her power to forcefully seal Pierre’s mouth shut, making it impossible for him to speak.

’What?! This...?’

’Oh no! This is bad!’

’I have to explain!!!’

Realizing this, Pierre felt a desperation. He struggled desperately, wanting to tell his mother that he was "innocent."

However,

It seems that because Pierre’s previous Excuses were too annoying, or perhaps because Pierre had quite a few black marks in his history, Yumo showed no sympathy for her son. She regarded Pierre’s behavior as mere play-acting.

Seeing his son still trying to play dumb in this situation, Yumo had no feelings of guilt in her heart. Her internal anger flared up even more under the influence of the raging emotions, and she made a decision.

’This naughty boy, who hadn’t been disciplined for thirty years, needed a thorough lesson this time!’

Taking a deep breath, Yumo adopted a resolute expression. The blood-colored butterflies around her began to stir violently.

In the next instant, under Pierre’s tearful gaze, the girl slowly raised her hand. Accompanied by the surge of crimson shadow power, space began to fracture. A legendary, epic, and terrifying weapon slowly emerged from the rift in space, landing in the girl’s palm.

Instantly, as this legendary weapon appeared, the temperature plummeted, sending chills up Pierre’s spine, making him shiver uncontrollably. Even without direct contact, he could already feel his buttocks tingling with impending pain.

All he could do was continue to give his mother a pitiful, pleading look.

Seeing such a trembling child, Yumo couldn’t help but show a hint of mercy and shook her head in resignation,

"Seeing you so pitiful, I’ll hit you a few times less."

Hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Pierre’s eyes.

"Woah?" (Really?!)

"I’ll just round it up."

Pierre: (Round up?)

Yumo: "To a hundred."

"?!?!!!?!!"

In an instant, Pierre’s heart skipped a beat.

Under the escort of Yumo’s bloody butterflies, Pierre, stupefied with fear, was suspended mid-air, exposing his snowy-white buttocks. On seeing this familiar flesh, Yumo’s weapon emitted an excited glow~

As space tore apart, accompanied by Pierre’s heart-wrenching, wolf-like howls, Yumo’s weapon mercilessly struck the Sword Demon King’s buttocks,

"Smack~"

"Smack, smack~"

"Smack, smack~ Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack~..."

...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The crisp smacking sound, mixed with someone’s earth-shattering cries, echoed between heaven and earth.

At this moment, after more than thirty years, Pierre’s buttocks once again intimately encountered the legendary ’Feather Duster’~

A cause for celebration for his old friend~!

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In the eyes of many on the Ancita Contnent, the Sword Demon King was regarded as the being with the strongest defense in the world. His mysterious energy armor seemed capable of distorting any attack, rendering all forms of assault ineffective and unable to harm him in the slightest.

However, this formidable energy armor proved to be incredibly fragile in the face of a certain artifact.

With each clear spanking sound, the armor that Pierre had built with all his might to resist Miss Yumo’s punishment was shattered effortlessly by the legendary "feather duster." His buttocks, covered in colorful marks, were left helplessly exposed to the merciless blows of the feather duster.

As the feather duster struck his buttocks, an unprecedented pain spread throughout Pierre’s entire body, causing him to let out a series of agonizing screams.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

The sound of his screams was so piercing that even Tom couldn’t compete.

Pierre’s handsome face, under this unbearable pain, contorted into an expression more abstract than any famous world painting.

If those humans who had witnessed the horrors of Sword Demon King’s brutal punishment moments ago were to see him in such a pitiful state under the merciless strikes of the "feather duster," they would probably be left speechless, questioning their own life choices.

After a rhythmic series of lashes, the wails abruptly ceased. Just minutes earlier, the Sword Demon, who had been spirited and arrogant, plotting to erase the city of Anvika from the map, now lay prostrate on the ground. His buttocks were a bright red, as if they had been spanked by a group of muscular men for an entire day and night. Foaming at the mouth, his eyes seeing stars, he occasionally uttered incoherent babble, appearing utterly delirious.

"Mmmm..."

Seeing her son in a dazed and confused state, Yumo lowered the "feather duster" in her hand. After a round of punishment, her anger towards her naughty son gradually subsided. Moreover, the pent-up frustration she had felt due to the events with Youlan had also dissipated. A feeling of comfort washed over her heart.

However,

Sometimes, it was still necessary to let off some steam when feeling irritated.

"Phew~"

After taking a deep breath, Yumo looked at her son’s swollen, reddened buttocks with a sense of inevitable resignation. As usual, after every harsh lesson taught to her disobedient child, she felt a pang of heartache and reluctance. However, this time, Yumo harbored no regrets. In her view, Pierre had been far too disobedient lately, causing destruction every evening.

’If I didn’t take this opportunity to discipline him properly, wouldn’t he become completely uncontrollable in the future?’

’Such recklessness could not be ignored. If I remained silent, how would I maintain my authority in front of my children ?’’