Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

Roland smiled slightly as he looked at the ball of light in front of him that had achieved the victory without even forming a sword gesture.

He didn't dare to say how things would change in the future, but at least now, he deeply realized that the possibility of defeating Artosh was in his hands.

"That, that belongs to the God of Victory..."

Azriel didn't know the meaning of the God of Disobedience and the origin of Veleslana, so in her opinion, it was completely incomprehensible for Roland to suddenly possess the signature kill of the God of Victory.

She also couldn't understand the absurdity of being able to reach the sky and seize the opponent's power by killing the god species. Therefore, when the young girl thought that she had seen an illusion, she blinked in confusion.

Roland casually snapped his fingers and used facts to tell her that this was not false.

The ball of light surrounding him shot towards Azriel and easily hit the extremely weak young girl, directly sealing her remaining power.

Although the Flügel was almost ready to be slaughtered after releasing Sky Strike, the Golden Sword's attack would not hold back because of this. The light balls swarmed up and deprived Azriel of all the magic power in her body.

"ah!"

As a magical being, such restrictions made Azrael unable to maintain flight and fell directly downwards.

Various needs that were not needed to be taken into consideration in the past due to the special characteristics of the race also emerged. The most profound of them is naturally the fear of death as a life.

As the howling wind intensified, the texture of the ground became clearer.

Just when Azriel thought she would fall and be seriously injured, a soft embrace completely overturned her worries.

Roland let go of Jibril in his arms and stood there, looking at Azriel who followed the trajectory and rushed into his arms like a baby swallow, gazing at her condescendingly.

Azrael stared with strange eyes in surprise, and looked at Roland nervously.

At such a close distance, she could clearly see Roland's jewel-clear pupils, her own expression that was mixed with fear and panic, and she looked like she wanted to be bullied, as well as the malicious look on her enemy's face. smile.

"It seems that you lost, Azriel. Now you have a new understanding of the difference between the strong and the weak, as well as the attitude you should have."

The corners of Roland's mouth curved into a malicious arc, and he looked at the trembling little girl in front of him.

"Let me think about what you said before...'You must be punished for being so wanton and arrogant,' right? Don't worry, after all, you are also Arteo's wing, Jibril's sister, and I am I won’t kill you.”

As he spoke, Roland skillfully bent his knees slightly, picked up the little girl in his arms, and placed her across his knees.

"Wait...what do you want to do, meow!"

This weird posture made the panicked Azriel feel something was wrong, and she subconsciously started to struggle.

"Can't you see?"

Roland raised his other hand high and sneered.

"Of course we should follow the principle of reciprocity and give the disobedient bad boy the punishment she deserves."

Chapter 324 Even my father never beat me!

When she saw Roland's raised slap, no matter how stupid Azriel was, she could understand what the other party wanted to do.

Is this the so-called punishment?

Azrael's self-confidence has been shaken. She once had the experience of being shot through the chest, leaving a clear big hole, such a serious injury, but she was still able to laugh.

If Roland just executed her or tortured her physically, she would have no fear.

But this method of spanking really went beyond her bottom line.

This kind of mental insult moved Azriel more than the physical pain. As the leader of the Flügels and the number one creation of the strongest god, if she was put on the knee and spanked, she would definitely become The shame of the Flügel.

No, if it was just humiliation, it would be the best situation. Anyway, because she is an idiot, she is already a well-known laughingstock among the Flügels.

But if Lord Artesio's reputation is damaged because of this, even if she commits suicide to apologize, it can't be undone. Fortunately, there are no extra lives here. Only Roland and Little Jeep, who are involved, are here. That human has run too far. I won't be able to come back for a while.

Therefore, as long as he quickly surrenders, accepts the punishment, and uses the fact that he is in control to deal with Roland, this matter should turn around... probably.

However, even though I was about to accept punishment, I still had to take the initiative to submit!

Azriel's mind was full of complicated thoughts. Although she acted like a fool, it could be seen from her changes in air strikes that were better than Jibril's that she was also smart. She just had a hard time understanding the importance of trying, failing, and learning.

In layman's terms, it means that the understanding is not high.

Faced with the threat that was already close at hand, under the impact of various emotions such as fear and worry, her brain shut down as expected.

From Jibril's betrayal to Roland's proud trick of instantly killing her with one move, that kind of power that was only seen in the Creator, as if it came from another dimension, was what Azrael had built up in the past battles. The self-confidence was all replaced by powerlessness and despair.

Her confused mind made her look at Roland in a daze, and she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

And when Azrael was stunned, Roland had no intention of understanding her.

He placed his other hand flat on Azriel's waist, like holding down a fish on the chopping board. He was also familiar with this process because he had used it on Illya and Tohsaka Rin many times. The road is familiar.

There's no way, unlike little girls like Sakura or Kallen who, despite their terrible personalities, at least look a bit natural and well-behaved on the outside, Illya and Rin's personalities are not that different even though they haven't reached the point of being naughty. From a distance, he is simply the little devil of Fuyuki City.

As they grow older, the restraint of Irisviel and Tohsaka Aoi is also decreasing day by day. In order to prevent their children from going astray, Roland can only use this method to make them understand the majesty of adults.

When she discovered that Roland had begun to take action to immobilize herself, Azrael hurriedly came to her senses and her speech became more intense.

"Do you think such a joke-like punishment will be effective? Compared with Lord Artesio's power, you are just a trash fish. I will not be afraid of a shameless guy like you!"

"Miss Azrael, rather than begging for mercy, this level of bluffing will only show your weakness more."

Roland showed an evil smile and waved his palm down without hesitation.

When the sharp slap was slapped on her left buttock, Azriel's eyes were instantly filled with crystal tears when she heard the crisp sound.

It hurts so much!

Obviously with the Flügel's will, this level of pain can't even be considered as the breeze blowing against her face. But now, although the degree of pain has not changed at all, her endurance seems to have really changed. To the same extent as little girls.

"You...you actually hit me, meow?"

"--Snapped!"

Roland did not reply, but waved his palm down for the second time, showing his attitude with facts.

This continuous pain caused Azrael's expression to become completely distorted. With tears in her eyes, she began to struggle hard: "You hit me twice!

——Even my father never hit me, meow! "

Many things often lead to completely different opinions before and after experiencing them. At first, Azriel only thought that this was a bad joke that would make her a laughing stock, but now, no matter it is the heart-wrenching pain in her buttocks, There was still a sense of gap between the smooth sailing in the past and the fact that Artex had always only given praise and recognition. She understood that even if the nature of the incident itself was put aside, this was the biggest insult in her life.

Azrael, who finally realized what she should do, fought back hard, struggling desperately as if she were wrapping herself in a quilt in winter.

Roland didn't even use any force, he just maintained his previous posture, and Azrael was ruthlessly suppressed under his palm. He didn't even worry that Azriel would cause an accident due to excessive resistance.

Because at this moment, she is really just an ordinary little girl. Although Veleslana's golden sword can only seal one person, it is precisely because of this limitation that its gold content is not false.

What was sealed was the sky strike released by Artesio, so all the power generated by this move would be sealed.

This was also the reason why he wanted to catch Azriel, otherwise what he would gain would not be a young girl, but Azriel-chan.

Feeling Azriel's soft strength, Roland smiled even more happily. He raised his hand while admiring the little girl's struggle.

"Snapped--!"

Azriel's pale face was stained with a layer of bright red under her passionate emotions. She bit her lower lip, stubbornly resisting the urge to cry.

But her weakened body had long been out of her control. She felt aggrieved, angry, and unwilling. All kinds of emotions piled up together. Tears as big as beans kept rolling down the little girl's eyes and dripping onto Roland's knees.

Roland was stunned by this performance. Such behavior had never appeared on Rin and Illya in the past.

It seems that the distance and status that existed in the past have completely different reactions to this kind of punishment.

Do you want to stop? It seems a bit excessive to bully a stupid young girl like this.

Am I such a bad guy?

Looking at the pitiful little girl in front of him, such thoughts could not help but flash through Roland's mind. Then, without even a ten thousandth of a second, Roland came to a conclusion.

Yes, I am such a bad guy.

The peace of mind he pursues is not a small life like Kira Yoshikage sleeping dormant and not being disturbed by anyone, but an existence where he can do whatever he wants without anyone being able to stop him.

Daily introspection is not only a good way to strengthen your will, but also an important way to prevent yourself from going on the right path.

Roland nodded with satisfaction and raised his hand happily.

Jibril on the other side was not idle either. She flapped the wings on her waist and floated in the air. She looked at Azriel struggling on Roland's knees and showed the same evil smile as Roland.

"If I don't move away, the attack will affect me too, is that what you said?"

Jibril looked at Azriel who looked ashamed with a sarcastic smile, and asked with a smile.

"How does it feel to brag with a smug look on your face and then be slapped in the face?"

"Don't look... Little Jip, don't look at your sister's current appearance!"

Azriel's voice already had a crying tone. She was worthy of being her most beloved sister. With such light words, she could cause as much damage as Roland.

"Why, meow, man, if I lose even one of the advantages of being strong, what will I do in the future, meow?"

Under Jibril's disdainful gaze, Azriel felt her face burning and her heart filled with shame. However, the tingling sensation coming from her buttocks, like an electric shock, kept the feeling of loss away from her.

Under the combination of two opposite feelings, Azrael's eyes turned white and she shuddered. Her body also gave up its weak struggle and began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Woo!"

Seeing Azrael, who was in a very similar state to herself, being treated like this, Jibril not only was not afraid, but her expression became even more strange.

If she had been captured together with Azriel when she first met Roland, she might still have been sad. However, after experiencing Roland's battle with the final dragon and the gods, she had long thrown this emotion out of the sky. .

Although she had never been treated like this by Roland, Jibril not only did not feel disgusted by this ridiculous behavior, she even had a vague expectation in her heart.

"Don't worry, senior... To be honest, you are much more useful than I thought."

She squatted obediently next to Roland, stroking Azrael's hair curiously, feeling the physiological changes in Azrael, and the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter.

"While this may not be your intention, I did find something more interesting."

"Meow?"

Azriel even stopped crying when she heard this, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously, feeling as if she had risen from hell to heaven.

"Little Jeep actually complimented me, meow, it's worth celebrating - ugh!"

But before she could finish her words, the pain that followed caused joy to turn into tears and overflow, and Jibril also smiled and pushed Azrael back into hell.

"It's just that - this doesn't change the fact that you are an idiot. In the final analysis, it is all your own fault that you are in this situation."

Ignoring Azrael, whose expression suddenly darkened, Jibril turned her gaze to Roland and showed a sweet and gentle smile.

"Lord Roland, I'm very curious!"

Hearing Jibril's charming voice and the infatuation in her eyes, the corners of Roland's mouth twitched subconsciously.

"I'm curious about this kind of thing, isn't it a bit strange..."

He sighed, waved his hand, let Azrael's body fly to the side, and caught Jibril up.

At present, he and Jibril have not integrated their hearts like their real names, but perhaps because of the similarity of ideas, there is a high sense of tacit understanding between the two.

Azriel, who was confused, may not have understood what Jibril meant, but Roland knew very well that she wanted to experience the feeling of being spanked.

Seeing such a wonderful gesture from the senior whom she recognized, Jibril could no longer suppress her thirst for knowledge.

And Roland had no intention of refusing. He skillfully sealed Jibril's power and raised his arms high.

"ah!"

She had never experienced this feeling, which seemed to be painful but not painful. Jibril's face immediately turned red, and she subconsciously bit her lip, with a trace of flying hair stuck in the corner of her mouth.

But unlike Azrael, who had tears in her eyes, Jibril showed an excited and sweet smile. She gasped softly and felt the changes in her body with great interest.

"So that's it. Although the force is not light, the technique is very good and impartial. In addition, the buttocks themselves are well protected. They will not touch the fatal parts, but they will touch the parts connected with rich nerve endings. When the pain comes, "

The light in the girl's eyes became brighter and brighter. She even looked at Roland expectantly and cast an urging glance at him. She also did not forget to observe Azrael's expression with her peripheral vision.

"Furthermore, I actually let my stupid senior see the ugly state of my punishment. Besides being ashamed, I also felt a sense of liberation from my shackles..."

"Although I kidnapped you in the first place, sometimes I really wonder if I did a good thing?"

Roland looked at Jibril speechlessly, but Azrael, who was placed aside, was not as optimistic as him.

"Little... little Jeep?"

Azriel showed no sign of surviving the disaster, but looked at Jibril and Roland in disbelief.

"You guy, you actually did such a cruel thing to little Jeep! It's too much. Do you know how much consciousness it takes to betray Lord Artosh!"

The young girl struggled harder than before and looked at Jibril worriedly. Although she had a cold face before and wanted to execute Jibril, now, Azrael took the initiative to save Jibril. In order to defend themselves, Jibril and Roland's awareness of her existence has become part of their play.

"Damn bastard! Stop it, or I will never let you go! You can't do this to little Jeep, come at me if you have any problem!"