(||￢▽￢) Even the Goddess of Wisdom Would Have to Marvel
At the same time that Earl Granat and the demon envoy Lugner hurriedly ended their meeting and decided to postpone the negotiations, on a hill not far from the city of Granat's territory, in the sitting room of the luxurious carriage, Elena was sprawled on the carpet with Annie's foot planted on her bottom. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get up.
"..."
Annie's hair was a mess, and she looked drowsy. Still wearing her nightgown, she seemed to have just been woken up. She glared darkly at the back of Elena's head, her expression vicious. No one knew what she was thinking.
Finally!
Smack—!
Annie couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed the bundled strips of paper she'd somehow gotten hold of and used them like a ruler, smacking Elena's bottom several times. Still unsatisfied, she ignored Elena's begging and crying and hit her twice more before demanding:
"You!"
(`^)
"Talk!"
"How did you get here?!"
(ψ｀^′)o
That's right. Annie hadn't summoned this narcissistic girl, Elena. In fact, right up until the moment she'd been woken, she hadn't imagined for a second that Elena would show up here.
Smack—!
"Quickly!"
☆╰╮o(￣^￣///) pia!
Seeing Elena sprawled on the floor with her eyes darting around, Annie didn't hesitate. She smacked that not-particularly-perky bottom of hers hard again. It was nowhere near as nice as Falin's.
"!!"
"Ugh—"
But even then, Elena still wouldn't behave.
She whimpered and used one hand to protect her beautiful bottom, while mumbling some incoherent nonsense:
"Teacher!"
"Is it really so strange that your beautiful disciple, whose looks rival the colorful flowers in bloom, would appear here?"
"As a hardworking, excellent, and exceptionally talented teacher, Lady Annie, you'll understand, won't you? Right? Right?"
"Of course you