Chapter 34
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Chapter 34
Like an ogre straight out of the legends, Countess Marlborough’s anger caused her face to warp into a terrifying mask as she approached step by step.
“Elliott.........this attitude of yours, a good s******g is in order before you apologize to Rachel don’t you think.........!?”
“Eh, what, are...........!?”
Suddenly, Elliott was turned around and held under Countess Marlborough’s arm.
“Uwah!?”
While the Madam was lightly carrying the grown man that was Elliott underneath her arm...........
*Slip*
“Eh!?”
“KYAAaaaaaaa!”
Elliott’s pants were pulled down around his knees.
“Madam Marlborough, what are you doing!?”
“I want to ask you that very same question! I’m here to punish you for your idiotic behavior, and Rachel needs to see you receive your s******g as an act of good faith!”
Countess Marlborough raised her hand up high, aiming for Elliott’s bare and unexpectedly smooth ass, when.........
*WHACK!*
“S, Stop!?”
“Trying to quit after the first one, your endurance is astonishingly low.”
“Th, That’s not the problem..............!”
The Madam didn’t care to listen, once again raising her hand high overhead...........
*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*
A refreshing, uplifting noise continued to echo inside the dungeon.
“H, Hold on Madam Marlborough!? There are others, and I (ore)...............!?”
“I (watashi)!”
The slaps got even worse.
“Stop, stop it..........!”
Elliott wanted the pain to end, but that wasn’t all.
His beloved Margaret was watching.
The most-hated Rachel was peeking her head out from behind her curtain.
The surrounding followers were still as stone watching this indignity.
Although there were all sorts of different people lined up together, here he was having his ass beat with his butt in full view like some small child.........the mental anguish was just as strong as the physical one.
However it didn’t bother Countess Marlborough none.
*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*
prison life v
It kept going on and on.
Lasting an eternity.
“I’m begging you, stop this! It hurts! Please!? This is embarrassing!”
No matter how much Elliott begged and pleaded, it just wouldn’t end.
His entourage too..........they can’t try to stop it because they understand who the other party is. If they were high ranking knights they may have given priority to Elliott’s instructions, but as simple members of the nobility, the punishment they’d receive from this demon granny would be far worse than doing something as simple as ignoring a prince.
Already Elliott was left with nothing but a swollen ass and the ability to groan. Seeing the Prince in such a state, Duchess Somerset spoke up to Countess Marlborough.
“Madame, any time now...........”
Although he was already unable to say anything, Elliott was still able to show his overwhelming relief in his expression...........”
“..........it should be my turn.”
Later on, Elliott would describe this as the most despair-inducing moment of his life.
A watchman for the royal family and three years older than Archduke Vivaldi, Elliott was held down with a type of force you wouldn’t expect to come from someone of such an advanced age.
“Watch and learn Countess Marlborough. When you get to be my age, you can’t strike someone with an open palm over and over again like what you just did.”
Under one arm, she was carrying a semi-adult man.
In the Duchess’s other hand, she was holding a leather sandal that seemed to have come form nowhere.
“So instead, you must make up for the decline in your body’s health with your experience and knowledge.”
*THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK!*
The echo of a crisp whack that was both stronger and faster than the ones before filled the room.
“I’m learning a lot here. Thank you for the lesson.”
“Mhm.”
“That’s unnecessaryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..............!?”
Elliott was completely silent as he was lowered to the ground...........
“Hold on you two! Just what have you done to Elliott!?”
Margaret recklessly tried chewing out the two grannies. The surrounding people were throwing wild gestures all obviously translating to, “Stop!” but none of their movements entered Margaret’s eye.
“Oh, you are?”
Margaret stuck out her chest with pride.
“I am Margaret Poisson! The Poisson baron house’s Margaret!”
“Well then, what kind of mouth is that on a noble daughter!? .........this requires a s******g as well.”
“Fue?”
Countess Marlborough already had Margaret underneath her arm before the girl could figure out what was going on, and with one tug pulled down her skirt and underpants down around her knees.
“No, hold on!? I’m a girl!? What are you doing when everyone is looking!?”
“No man is going to get turned on seeing a blue butt.”
“No, everyone look away!? And shouldn’t it be red!?”
*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*
“GYAAAAAAAA!!”
“How is a noble daughter able to raise such an immodest shriek?”
“Elliott wasn’t silent, so why am I (atashi) getting lectured on it!?”
“I (watashi)! Why is a noble girl speaking like some working-class riff raff!”
*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*
“GYAAAAAAAA!!”
From behind the curtain Rachel could tell that the sound of the s******g had changed, so she peeked back around the corner once again.........and raised a loud shriek.
“That’s mine! That’s my sandbag! I was looking forward to being the first one to hit it!”
“Who is your sandbag!?”
“What’s this, such an indecent way of speaking!”
*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*
“Madam, you can let me hit her anytime now.”
“Isn’t you wanting to help with the punishment a lie!? Don’t you want to just enjoy yourself!?”
“Speak properly, I (watashi)! I!”
“You shut up too! You ridiculous, sadistic asshole!”
“Why are you unable to improve the way you speak!?”
“Shut up, you stop first!”
*THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK!*
“Uuh, how it must feel to beat her!”
“So, had enough?”
“Ahhn, someone else is banging my sandbag.............!”
“You can all go to Hell!”
“What is this, such filthy language!”
“That’s enough Rachel. If you think you can stay in there forever, then I’m sure you know you’ll end up like this as well?”
After the twin demon instructors of the queen’s education had finished handing out their lessons, they walked out of the dungeon looking satisfied.
“...........”
Left behind with Rachel...........the PrinceElliott and noble daughterMargaret were left lying on the ground with their butts still in plain view, and all of Elliott’s followers standing to the side as an awkward silence filled the room.
Nobody said a word.
Elliott slowly rose to his feet, trying to pull his pants back up.........but his swollen butt hurt too much, so he gave up halfway. Margaret was sniffling as she stood up, and she was somehow able to put her underwear back on. Her skirt draped back down without any problems.........naturally.
Everyone in the room was still keeping quiet.
Rachel, the lord of this room, kept looking around trying to find something to say...........so she gave them a wink and a thumbs up.
“Cute!”
“Shut up!”
Feeling something knocking against his knees, Elliott looked down and found Haley looking at him pitifully while holding up an orange.
“Don’t worry about it man. Here, eat this.”
“Shut up! I don’t need a monkey’s sympathy!”
“Damn, I’ll remember this!”
Elliott was crying as he ran away. Margaret followed.........but all of the hanger-ons didn’t know if they should follow after him and just kept standing there looking at each others’ faces.
A week passed. Elliott had still not left his room.
. The kanji she uses here means villa, but it can also be slang for prison.
. Elliott uses the more boyish, less formal ore the first time, and the teacher corrects him and tells him to use watashi instead.
. atashi is ‘I’ for young girls who are trying to sound cute.
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A strange atmosphere was hanging inside Prince Elliott’s office.
Elliott had finally ended his seclusion inside his bedroom and was now leaking a ferocious aura similar to a chihuahua that had been backed into a corner.
Every remaining member of the Prince’s entourage had been summoned here now and were watching Elliott closely having never seen this side of him before.
“Gentlemen. As soon as tomorrow, Mother and Father will be returning from their inspection. They stayed over at the city of Tyrell just last night, and I’m told they should be arriving back at the royal palace as early as noon tomorrow.”
“Oh, they’re finally back.........”
“Their inspection trip was so long this time.........”
“His Majesty’s health apparently started to deteriorate along the way.”
Elliott raised his hand and the din of his close associates’ conversation instantly stalled before he continued on with what he wanted to say.
“Originally our plan was to drag Rachel in front of Father, forcing her to confess her sin, thus resulting in him approving the dissolution of our engagement and approving my engagement to Margaret. However..........!”
Elliott raised both his fists high over his head and slammed them on the table as hard as he could.
“Let alone admitting any wrongdoing, that outrageous witch has been allowed to do whatever she wants, having a grand old time while in prison! I never expected her to feel any real guilt, but why is she having more fun every day in there than she would have if she were outside!? Isn’t that strange!?”
The followers all shared a look with each other.
Certainly everything the Prince said was true, a fact that painfully stung.........but they didn’t understand why it was necessary to gather them all up to hear the obvious this late in the game.
While everyone else was tilting their heads to the side, Elliott went on.
“But that’s not all. Because Father’s inspection trip took so long, Rachel was able to have her subordinates move in secret.........she’s been able to orchestrate a number of incidents, all turning out in her favor. Now all of us have been hearing remarks from the people inside the royal palace proving they are all on Rachel’s side!”
To be precise, the story traveling between residents of the royal palace were things ranging form “The Prince can’t be counted on,” to “Wasn’t Rachel mistakenly convicted?” so it’s not like they’re directly taking Rachel’s side.
Rather, it’s the type of comments that wouldn’t have come about at all if Elliott was able to take care of things without any problems, but Elliott and his men are unable to make that distinction.........because little Eli is an i***t.
“If Father returns like this, then these misunderstandings surrounding us will be our end. This isn’t a joking matter! Just what did we struggle these past three months for!?”
The situation was actually pretty similar to what Elliott described, but the way he came to his conclusions was way off the mark.
“So then”
Elliott finally entered the main subject of the meeting. All of his followers around him watched with bated breath.
“I’ve run out of patience. We assassinate Rachel tonight!”
You didn’t have any patience to begin with.........such a tsukkomi never came out.
A silent tension ran through the boys as the impact of Elliott’s words slowly soaked in.
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