Volume 1 Chapter 702

Chapter 702: There Are Differences Even Between Mothers

"Discipline" differs from both punishment and judgment.

The latter two focus primarily on retribution, making one atone for past transgressions.

Yet "discipline" emphasizes ensuring "no future repetitions of mistakes."

Thus, it inflicted no lasting physical harm upon Xiletor, Lolth, or Kululu.

Yet the agony they endured remained undeniably real!

Never in their lives had Dorothy and Kanor heard their mentor shriek so thunderously!

"GYAAAA—"

The deafening wail could’ve lifted the Golden Peacock Palace’s roof, resembling more a feral beast’s roar than human vocalization.

Xiletor fared little better.

Trish Diana watched Xiletor’s spanking with conflicted emotions—her three-millennia-old resentment dissipating into aching sympathy…

Even as her tongue darted unconsciously across suddenly dry lips.

"Lele’s derriere… has gained such exquisite curvature…"

This involuntary murmur drew horrified side-glances from Kanor and Dorothy.

Though the chamber housed three succubi, an exhibitionist girl with succubus-like allure, and a princess who’d bedded both mentor and ancestors,

both observers found themselves awestruck by former hero Trish Diana’s unparalleled depravity.

The disciplinary session concluded after five minutes when Sokabus released her magic, dropping the trio unceremoniously.

Three writhing forms collapsed—posteriors swollen, limbs trembling too violently for standing.

Xiletor gnashed her teeth, Kululu blinked through tear-flooded eyes, while Lolth quivered like plucked harp strings.

Suddenly, Holy Light cascaded from Dorothy’s Rod of Eden.

A luminous silhouette materialized, its ephemeral gaze brushing Sokabus before gliding to Lolth’s side.

Sacred radiance enveloped the succubus, mending flesh and spirit alike until she drifted into blessed slumber—

Not merely healing discipline’s sting, but erasing accumulated micro-injuries from divine battles and centuries-old magical exhaustion.

"You’ve endured much… child…"

The mellifluous voice trailed as the God of Light’s avatar turned toward Sokabus.

After protracted silence, the deity spoke gravely:

"My apologies…"

Sokabus crossed her arms at the luminous manifestation, exhaling through flared nostrils.

"Mila, must you coddle her so?"

"First gifting ancient Divine Artifacts, now indulging Xiletor and Kululu’s antics?"

The Goddess of Light’s response carried cosmic patience:

"She deserves autonomy in choosing…"

"Sokabus’s voice rose sharply, trembling with intensity.

"Three millennia ago, when my memories hadn’t fully returned… and now history repeats!"

The Succubus Queen’s words dripped with pent-up resentment.

"Then I shall save her anew each time!"

The Goddess of Light cut through Sokabus’s words with ironclad conviction.

"I’ll exhaust every means to discover the ‘path’ beyond… Should she choose to seek it herself, my support shall never waver!"

At this declaration, Sokabus’s lips parted momentarily before she exhaled in resignation.

"You two… truly two peas in a pod."

Her sigh carried weary acceptance as Xiletor tilted her head toward the divine radiance, fingers fluttering in greeting.

"Hey there, Auntie Mila!"

The cheerful address seemed to spark recollection. "Oh right—Miss Kanor! Pass the necklace to Trish so she can reach my birth mother!"

Kanor’s lashes fluttered in acknowledgement before surrendering the crescent pendant to Trish Diana. With practiced ease, Trish channeled arcane energy into the artifact in rhythmic pulses.

A resonant hum filled the air as lunar radiance coalesced—cold starlight weaving itself into feminine contours. Xiletor’s awed murmur broke the silence.

"Mom… your aesthetic obsession with glitter needs professional help."

Her gaze flickered between the luminous apparitions. "My mom and Lolth’s mom both appearing as walking sparkle shows? This demands psychological analysis."

Kululu nodded sagely. "Sokabus’s fascination with radiant kitsch isn’t exactly news…"

A dangerous chuckle rippled from the Succubus Queen. "Still craving bruises, my dears?"

Xiletor instantly pivoted toward the moonlit silhouette, adopting theatrical distress. "Luna-Mom! She’s threatening domestic violence again!"

The coalesced Moon Goddess turned frost-rimmed eyes upon her adopted daughter. "Commendable. Long overdue."

Her crystalline voice held winter’s bite. "Impudence thrives where discipline falters."

Xiletor’s features froze in mortified realization—the cruel fate of being parented by dual deities.

Why is my younger sister Lolth’s goddess mother the gentle and nurturing God of Light, while both my own mothers are the strict type?

Kululu burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Damn, Xiletor, my deepest sympathies!"

"Save your breath!"

Xiletor clutched her head as she rose from the ground.

Meanwhile, the Frost and Moonlight Goddess cast a glance toward the God of Light before speaking.

"Mila, you’ve come too."

The God of Light inclined her head slightly. "Merely paying a brief visit… I’ll be leaving shortly."

An awkward silence lingered between the deities until Sokabus finally sighed.

"Nearly six gods have converged here…"

"If this continues, the Plane Will might expel us all."

Her gaze shifted to Kululu. "Since matters have progressed this far, I won’t oppose her ascension to godhood…"

"But mark my words, Kululu—if any harm befalls her this time, there will be dire consequences!"

"You were the sole witness during the first incident…"

Kululu’s lips curved into a wide grin at Sokabus’s words. "Understood, Sister Sokabus… You have my word."

"Though I’ve lost everything, I swear upon my last breath that Lolthlinda shall never perish before me—this I vow."

Sokabus gave a faint nod. After a pregnant pause, she added with another sigh, "This applies to yourself as well—you’re forbidden from dying too."

As she spoke, an overwhelming divine presence—surpassing even the ranks of assembled deities—began manifesting palpably.

"How utterly tiresome…"

Though displeasure etched her features, Sokabus ultimately remained motionless. "Farewell then… everyone."

She vanished without trace.

[Author’s Note]

The third vaccine dose laid me low—taking sick leave.

Regarding chapters 520-521 jokes: Suffered pollen allergies initially, then got battered by this supposedly more effective non-inactivated vaccine—mild fever and pharyngitis. Topped by a rogue water bucket assaulting my calf last night, mobility’s now impaired.

Silver lining: Roommate’s been nursing me like an infant, spared from chores. Indulged in limited edition animations, immersive audio gear, and that cinnamon dog film—pure bliss.

Discount promotion approaching—perfect timing for readers to wait. Fear not, I shall return with lightning’s swiftness!