"Wah wah wah Waaaahhhh༼☯﹏☯༽!!"
In an instant, the little girl’s cries echoed through the heavens and earth, her crystal clear tears falling like pearls off a string, rolling down her pale cheeks and dropping to the ground.
"Eh??! What, what’s happening?"
Pierre was montarily stunned, blinking in confusion as he watched the tears falling onto the back of his hand and looked at the crying girl, her face wet with tears like pear blossoms in the rain.
"Why, why are you crying?!"
Pierre asked, puzzled.
’Was it just because I asked her to call ’big brother’? Was that enough to make her cry so hard and loudly? She had seed so indifferent just a mont ago, hadn’t she?’
’Could it be that I had pinched too hard?’
’But that couldn’t be; my strength was only enough to crush the heads of level 3 humans. Using it on this little girl was like tickling, right? Why cry like this, making it seem like I bullied her?’
...
’Hmm? Wait?’
’Bullying?!’
In a flash, an uneasy guess flashed through Pierre’s mind.
"This girl crying like this, could it be..."
As it turned out,
Pierre’s judgnt this ti was rarely accurate.
Soon, Pierre felt a chill down his spine, as a terrifying figure appeared behind him at so unknown ti. The cold, piercing gaze locked firmly on Pierre, making the fearless Sword Demon sweat and take a sharp breath.
In an instant,
Pierre’s bossy like aura vanished, leaving only a trace of cowardice.
Like a naughty child caught by his mother after doing sothing bad, Pierre shivered and slowly turned his head to look behind him,
"Mom, you’re back?"
At this mont,
What Pierre saw was a beautiful black-haired girl with her arms crossed. The black-haired girl, who had supposedly left the camp, had inexplicably returned behind Pierre, surrounded by bloody butterflies.
Although Yumo still wore her usual sweet smile, anyone could see that it was a smile with a hidden blade.
Not just any small blade, but a ’Green Dragon Crescent Blade’!
"Pipi, what is happening here~?"
Yumo spoke in a "gentle" tone,
"Ah, mom! It’s not what you think! You have to let explain!!"
Feeling the ominous atmosphere, Pierre hurriedly turned around, clasping his hands in a sincere plea for rcy.
However,
Pierre wanted to explain, alright.
But so people, did not want to let him speak.
Just as Pierre was about to explain, Youlan’s crying intensity suddenly escalated!
"Wah wah wah wah wah woo woo woo woo woo!!"
’?!’
In an instant, Pierre’s attempt to explain was forcefully interrupted. Both he and Yumo’s attention was involuntarily drawn to Youlan.
Under their watchful eyes, the little girl cried as if she had suffered a great injustice, her cries piercing the heart and soul, a sight that could evoke pity in anyone. Even the heartless evil, upon seeing such a scene of the girl crying with pear blossoms in the rain, couldn’t help but feel a flicker of compassion.
If even the ruthless evil felt this way, how could Yumo, a mother who adores her child, remain indifferent?
A sharp knife seed to pierce Yumo’s heart at that mont, causing her imnse pain as she clutched her chest.
Considering her son’s notorious past, Yumo quickly ca to a conclusion.
"You little brat! Bullying your sister?! And you dare to argue back?!! Look, you’ve pinched Youlan’s face till it’s red and swollen!!!"
"Eh? Red?"
Pierre was dumbfounded upon seeing Youlan’s swollen face.
’Just now’
’It was still fine… how did she….?’
"It wasn’t ?! I didn’t pinch her?!"
"If not you, then who?! Besides you, who else could have made Youlan’s face swell up?!"
Yumo gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at Pierre.
’I’ve been pleading for so long for you to take care of your sister carefully! And the mont I turn my back, you start bullying her?! Are you asking for a beating?!’
Veins bulging and the angry Yumo no longer hesitated, the crimson shadow force rapidly gathering in her palm.
As the sword-drawing symphony began,
A flash of red light, And Pierre’s old friend, the feather duster, made a shining appearance~
"Mom, listen to my explanation!!"
Pierre, in utter panic, tried to do sothing to save his already battered back.
Unfortunately,
As Youlan’s cries continued to ring in her ears, Yumo’s anger soared, leaving her no mood to entertain Pierre’s sophistry.
"Still lying?! A man should admit his mistakes, what’s with all the excuses!!"
Before the words had even finished,
A flash of red light in Yumo’s eyes, and the ’Motherly’ Yumo, wielding the feather duster, struck down on Pierre’s behind.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!! No, please no aagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
With Pierre’s howls reminiscent of a ghostly wail, the sinister feather duster once again struck his behind.
*pia!*
*pai! pia!*
*pai! pai! pai! pai!~~*
...
...
After so ti, within the camp, the once majestic Sword Demon was nowhere to be seen, leaving only Pipi, with stars in his eyes and foaming at the mouth, convulsing on the ground with his buttocks in the air.
"Why, why did this happen…"
After weakly uttering his last ’words’, Pierre thus passed out.
Vaguely, one could even see Pipi’s soul floating out of his mouth~
anwhile, held in Yumo’s arms, being comforted continuously, Youlan, while sobbing, sneakily glanced at her miserable brother with the corner of her eye. Even she was surprised at this mont.
Honestly, even Youlan herself did not expect that just by acting cute and crying a little, it could have such a miraculous effect?
She only intended to slightly discipline her show-off brother, but who could have imagined it would lead to his buttocks blooming?
’Ah, sorry Pipi…’
Looking at Pierre’s red buttocks, Youlan felt sowhat guilty and apologized in her heart.
However, at this mont, Youlan also realized that she might have discovered an extraordinary secret weapon: ’pretending to cry and act cute…’
This was a tactic Youlan had never used before.
In the past, within the Winter Forest, although Youlan often saw Pipi and Kalina cuddling up to their mother, acting cute for hugs, she herself had never done so. On one hand, because of her status as the elder sister, she was no longer a child and needed to maintain her dignity, preserving her image as an elder sister.
Seeking comfort from her mother like a child was utterly out of the question for Youlan.
On the other hand, it seed her mother had always been sowhat wary of her. To avoid making her mother uncomfortable, Youlan had no intention of trying to get closer.
Even though she too wanted to cuddle in her mother’s arms, she had to suppress her desires.
But now, the situation seed different.
Perhaps due to guilt, her mother no longer showed the initial resistance towards her. More importantly… her current image was that of a child… Since she was a child, what was there to restrain? Couldn’t she just freely seek affection from her mother?
’Is this what it feels like to be in mom’s arms?’
’This feeling, it’s really nice…’
Tightly wrapping her arms around her mother’s neck, Youlan closed her eyes contentedly, enjoying the warmth of Yumo’s embrace, making up for the tenderness she had never had the chance to enjoy before.
Feeling the unique fragrance of Yumo, imrsed in the soft and shadow power, an unprecedented sense of comfort enveloped the little girl’s heart.
At this mont, Youlan’s heart, for the first ti in a long while, returned to peace…
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Within the Royal Academy of Luminous,
The deep night had arrived,
The entire academy was enveloped in a silent night, imrsed in a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. While almost everyone had turned off their lights and gone to rest, Yumo’s apartnt, still flickering with dim light, stood out conspicuously.
Inside the apartnt, Yumo sat quietly in her wooden chair, thoughtfully gazing out the window towards the north.
Considering the safety of her children, Yumo did not bring Youlan back to Luminous but left her with Pierre, entrusting him to take Youlan and the mbers of the Black Rose family back to the Winter Forest. Only when her children were not around could she do so things without restraint.
Despite having made a decision, Yumo began to feel depressed and conflicted about her decision after returning to her apartnt. Was it really the right thing to do?
Indeed,
Pierre was powerful, with few on the continent who could match him. With his escort, those daring to obstruct them were dood to fail.
But Pierre’s reliability was inversely proportional to his strength? Impulsive and reckless, occasionally showing off without thinking... If the enemy resorted to trickery, it might indeed trap Pierre.
’Moreover, Pipi, that little brat, bullying his sister? Even though I had already lightly warned him with the feather duster, could Pierre really be trusted to behave afterwards?’ Yumo wasn’t sure. After all, her son’s history of deceit was too extensive to docunt.
’Furthermore, would these kids peacefully return to the Winter Forest? Wouldn’t they get any crooked ideas along the way?’
’Hmm,’
’But I’ve already obtained so many spatial magic stones from the Dragon Race, significantly shortening the journey...’
"Shouldn’t be any problems, right?"
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