Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 706 - 707: Barbecue Time

"Ah!"

"Boom~"

A sudden cry echoed as Asar, speeding like a bullet, inadvertently collided with a mysterious white figure. The unforeseen appearance of the stranger left no chance for Asar to halt.

Within moments,

A haze clouded Asar’s mind, his sight swirling in a confusing, blurry whirl.

The collision was evidently harsh.

Hiss~

What just happened? Did I collide with someone?

Gradually, as moments ticked by, clarity seeped back into Asar’s thoughts, with the recent events flickering through his mind like frames in a movie. The sudden memory of the white figure he had encountered jolted him back to reality, dispelling his bewilderment.

"Oh no! Are they okay?"

Asar knew his strength was formidable, ranking high even among the fourth level. As the Son of Destiny, he was far from ordinary. Considering most around him in the school district possessed similar levels of strength, the repercussions of such an accident could be dire.

With a rush of anxiety, Asar’s eyes snapped open.

But then,

Confusion etched his features as he frowned.

"Huh?"

As his vision finally cleared, he found himself enveloped in darkness, as if his head were trapped in an unknown soft objects?? A peculiar scent filled his nostrils. Probing gently with his hands, he felt something soft on either side.

"?!!"

’Hold on?! Could this be...’

In that split second, realization dawned on Asar.

He had stumbled upon the legendary ’facial cleanser’...

Without a second thought, Asar propped himself up on his hands, freeing his head. As his sight adjusted to the light, and the scene before him became distinct, he inhaled sharply.

Before him,

Lay a stunning girl, pinned down by him unintentionally.

The girl’s golden hair cascaded to her shoulders, gleaming in the sunlight, silky and lustrous. Her eyes, clear and luminous like silver crystals, were complemented by gracefully arched brows and fluttering lashes. Her skin, a pale blush under her translucent complexion, and her delicate lips resembled soft rose petals.

The forceful collision had dislodged her white coat, revealing her svelte figure in a simple white dress...

But what also came into view...

Were innumerable, densely arrayed scars marring her body...

It was undeniable,

She was a vision of beauty and grace, yet the brutal scars defaced her ’perfection’. Witnessing these marks, Asar gasped, puzzled at how such a fragile-looking girl bore so many alarming scars.

But now wasn’t the time for Asar to dwell on these thoughts.

His immediate concern was the girl’s well-being.

Rising quickly from her, Asar inquired with genuine worry:

"I’m terribly sorry, so very sorry!! I shouldn’t have been so reckless, are you alright?!! Are you injured anywhere?!!"

"..."

When Asar posed his question, the blonde girl paused before responding. Clutching her head in apparent discomfort, she gradually sat up from the ground, her expression revealing a mix of pain, anxiety, and panic. Instead of looking at Asar, she seemed to be searching for something, her body curled up protectively.

’Could she be looking for something?’

Asar, showing a moment of insight, swiftly discerned her unspoken need.

Taking action,

He retrieved the white coat lying behind her and extended it towards the blonde girl, hesitantly inquiring:

"Is this what you’re looking for?"

"Ye...Yes,"

She responded with a faint nod, quickly snatching the coat and wrapping it around her scar-laden body. Only when all the scars were concealed did she exhale deeply, as if relieved of a heavyweight.

Her face, previously marred by anxiety and discomfort, slowly relaxed.

A transformation occurred in her demeanor: where once there was timidity, now stood a figure of composure and calmness.

The girl bravely locked eyes with Asar.

Seeing her newfound resolve, Asar ventured to ask once more:

"Miss, are you all right? Do you have any injuries? Would you like me to take you to the infirmary?"

The girl, now calmer, shook her head gently:

"No, there’s no need for that."

"Are you sure?"

Asar pressed, his skepticism evident in his tone. She seemed so delicate, hardly someone who could endure the aftermath of their collision.

Yet, despite Asar’s doubts, she shook her head with firmness,

"Yes, I’m sure."

"Alright, if you say so."

Accepting her words, Asar refrained from further questioning, scratching his head apologetically. During his apologies, his eyes caught a distinctive symbol on the girl’s coat.

’Is that a wing-shaped emblem?’

"Miss, are you associated with the Asumos Church? Is that the uniform of the Sunlight Squadron?"

"Mm."

She acknowledged with a nonchalant nod.

Simultaneously, the blonde girl’s eyes scrutinized the ’little maid’ standing before her. After a brief pause, her curiosity piqued, she asked:

"Little sister, do you belong to Black Rose family?"

"?!"

’Little, little sister?’

This term of address made Asar’s eyebrows involuntarily twitch. Despite her seemingly younger age, being called ’little sister’ was oddly unsettling. Yet, as a seasoned maid of the Black Rose, Asar managed to conceal his reaction, nodding amiably:

"Yes, I serve the Black Rose family. My name is Asar."

In response to Asar’s courteous introduction, the blonde girl smiled warmly and reciprocated with her own introduction, hand on her heart:

"I’m Tania, a regular priestess with the Sunlight Squadron. It’s a pleasure to meet you, little sister Asar."

"Miss Tania, about calling me little sister... might it be a tad improper?"

"Oh, perhaps you have a point."

Tania suddenly had a realization, she pressed her lips and a trace of guilt flashed through her silver-blue eyes. The young girl hesitated and said, "I’m sorry, calling you ’little sister’ is not appropriate. It should be... ’little brother,’ right?"

"Little brother?"

With these words, Asar’s eyes narrowed, and she denied with a flush of embarrassment,

"Miss Tania, you... you’re just saying random things. I’m a girl, how could I be a little brother?"

"Oh, really?"

With a teasing glance, Tania looked at the center of Aser’s chest. Noticing Tania’s gaze, Asar quickly looked down at his own chest. At that moment, the adorable Son of Destiny held his breath. Because now Asar realized that, after the impact just now, his shirt collar had been wide open. Through the large gap in her collar, her chest was completely exposed.

’Oh no!’

Asar felt something was wrong, but she continued to argue desperately, "Well, you know, my chest is just a little bit smaller. It’s normal for girls to have a smaller chest, right?! Look at our Yong Lady, her chest is also small!"

"Is that so?"

After a meaningful smile, Tania’s expression suddenly changed. In the blink of an eye, her small hand shot under Asar’s skirt and directly grabbed Asar’s ’little brother.’ The speed was so fast that Asar couldn’t react at all.

In an instant, an indescribable and intense stimulation rushed to Asar’s brain, making him blush and his body go soft.

"But girls shouldn’t have this thing, should they? Or... have you hidden some shameful toys in your panties? But this touch doesn’t seem like it."

"You... you!!"

Asar couldn’t help but take a deep breath as his ’little brother’ was held firmly. he looked at the blonde girl’s eyes with some panic.

At this moment, Asar finally realized how absurd his judgment had been.

The girl in front of him was by no means a weak priestess! Her strength far surpassed his own!

Moreover, with his little brother now held by the other party, Asar was helpless to explain anything. No matter how he argued, it was just a waste of time in front of this iron-clad reality.

’It’s over’

’My identity is exposed... What should I do now?!’

Almost at the same moment, Tania approached slowly and put her head close to Asar’s ear, threateningly said, "So, ’little sister,’ how about you answer a few questions from sister obediently? Otherwise, I’ll show this ’little brother’ to the Black Rose people. You should know the consequences, right?"

Asar: "?????"