Idiot

Mida flapped her small wings and gracefully returned to the peak.

She saw the mess on the field; the large snowball she had rolled up earlier was now shattered all over the ground.

Mida's gaze calmly swept over Liana.

"I... I'm not afraid of you!" Liana said with a lack of imposing manner, "Just wait to be spanked by Aina!"

"But Liana, it was obviously you who provoked Mida first," Mo Lini kindly reminded her from the side.

Liana cleared her throat, looking slightly embarrassed. "I... ahem, but I'm the one who got beaten up, Mo Lini. You have to think about it this way: I am the ultimate victim, so Xia Lun will help me. He is the Hero, he will definitely help the weak like me..."

Mo Lini tilted her head and began to try hard to smooth out the logical relationship in that statement.

Ding—

An invisible conclusion formed in her mind: there was no logic at all.

Mida lazily raised her small hand, covering her mouth to let out a tiny yawn. Liana, on the other hand, tensed her body as if facing a formidable enemy.

Luo Lun stood alone at the edge of the cliff, her back to everyone, looking at the distant scenery. The matter had nothing to do with her.

Don't pay attention to her, don't pay attention to her...

Apart from this sacred peak... the surroundings were all vast snowfields, seemingly without the slightest undulation, as flat as a tabletop forgotten by the gods. If it weren't for the snowflakes dancing in the sky, one might even be able to directly see the outlines of the cities on the border of the Alan Empire.

Mida completely ignored Luo Lun's existence. Carrying that simple basket, she walked straight toward the cabin. The barrier Aina had previously set up had already dissipated; it seemed the matters inside had concluded.

"I'm back," Mida said, placing the basket on the table.

"Where did you go?" Aina lay lazily on the sofa, her voice carrying a rare sense of relaxation.

It was Mida's first time seeing her mother show such a casual and relaxed posture. In the past, even in private, she always maintained a dignified and elegant demeanor.

"Looking for food for dinner," Mida answered concisely.

"Oh? Did you come back from hunting? Thank you for your hard work, Mida."

Xia Lun walked over with an approving smile, his warm palm gently stroking the top of Mida's head. Then he looked into the basket at what Mida had brought back from hunting outside... sausages.

Hmm, Xia Lun's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.

Did she go out hunting or go out robbing?

But Aina had educated Mida very well, and Xia Lun trusted her deeply, not planning to ask further.

Just then, Liana barged in like a whirlwind wrapped in snow.

Seeing Mida, she immediately couldn't sit still.

"Xia Lun, listen to me..."

However, before Liana could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Mida.

"Liana bullied me." Mida stretched out her slender finger, pointing squarely at Liana, and hid behind Xia Lun. The corners of her mouth turned down slightly, pretending to be wronged and sad, looking pitiful.

"Hmm?" Xia Lun's gaze immediately became sharp. Although he hadn't spent much time with Mida, he had a genuine affection for this child from the bottom of his heart.

"You!" Liana's eyes went wide, completely unexpected that Mida would complain before her.

"She hit me with a snowball first," Mida complained, holding onto the corner of Xia Lun's clothes. "Hit me right on the head."

"I..." Liana suddenly became somewhat incoherent. She was the one who was buried alive by Mida with a snowball! But what Mida stated was indeed the beginning of the facts, and for a moment she didn't know how to defend herself.

"Liana, you are not young anymore, you should act a bit more like an adult!" Xia Lun scolded Liana. "Even if we really calculate by age, Mida is only a few hundred years old, she is your junior, you should give way to her more!"

"Wu—" Liana lowered her head in frustration, not daring to make another sound.

The development of this matter was different from what she thought.

"I just wanted to play with Mida..." Liana's voice was full of grievance.

"I also just wanted to play with Liana," Mida immediately followed up on Liana's words. "So what I did later wasn't bullying her either."

"Is that so? Mida is really a good child." Xia Lun reached out and patted Mida's head. Mida narrowed her eyes in enjoyment.

So warm, so comfortable. No wonder Mother also liked being patted by Father so much.

Liana's pupils shrank.

In just a few words, she completely shirked her responsibilities, and all the blame was accurately pinned on her head!

Too terrifying. This deeply hidden scheme and calculation, truly worthy of being one of the Five Great Demon Kings of the current age...

"Father, Liana didn't mean it, please don't punish her," Mida suddenly looked up and reminded Xia Lun.

Liana: ...

"That won't do. If this fellow isn't properly disciplined, she'll make mistakes again next time!" Xia Lun glared at Liana again, and Liana stuck out her tongue.

"Then how should Liana be punished?" Mida tilted her head, looking extremely cute.

She was definitely saying this in front of Xia Lun on purpose!

"How do you want to punish her?" Xia Lun lovingly stroked Mida's head.

"Spanking." Mida narrowed her eyes.

When she made a mistake, Aina would also spank her.

It hurt a lot.

Liana's face immediately fell.

"That's a good method... but go easy on her, be careful not to beat her to death, and don't leave any serious injuries," Xia Lun requested of Mida.

"It's fine, Mother has life potions, she can be healed," Mida replied innocently.

Is she dead set on torturing me to death? Liana felt a bit of a breakdown in her heart.

"Wah... I won't dare do it again, Xia Lun, let me go..."

Liana hugged Xia Lun's thigh, wiping her snot and tears all over Xia Lun: "We've depended on each other since childhood, you promised our parents that you would protect me well... You definitely won't stand by and watch, right?"

Xia Lun sighed with some difficulty.

"Mida, come here." Aina, who had been watching the show from the side, finally spoke up.

Mida trotted over happily.

Aina patted her own thigh. Mida's expression stiffened, becoming quite aggrieved, but she still lay down on it.

"Smack—"

Aina forcefully spanked Mida three times.

"Eh?" Liana watched this scene in confusion; the one being spanked wasn't her after all.

"Don't bully Liana in the future, understand?"

"Wu—understood, Mother." Mida rubbed her bottom pitifully.

"Hehe! Xia Lun, look, even Aina is on my side!" Seeing Mida suffer a setback, Liana immediately became arrogant again.

"Bullying idiots is a very immoral behavior and will be despised by others," Aina further explained to Mida. "Go on, go cook the sausages for Liana."

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