Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1037 - 152 I Can Explain

Chapter 1037: Chapter 152 I Can Explain

"Dammit, Kyle." Dwarves, although naturally hearty and not concerned with details, are not stupid, at least Conaida, this anomaly of his race, was no slower in his reactions than any other race. When he also thought of Pannis doing it on purpose, Conaida immediately realized he was being used too and cursed with both amusement and annoyance, "Can’t you tell us what you’re planning in advance? You actually hid this from us and used us, just wait, I’ll settle the score with you sooner or later."

The former queen, also manipulated, blinked her green eyes. Among those manipulated by Pannis, she, the only one who wasn’t Pannis’s friend, should have been the angriest, yet she ended up laughing and said with pursed lips, "I suddenly realize, you humans are not so ordinary after all, no wonder Flare would even keep it from her mother for your sake. Hmm, I seem to have taken a liking to you. Next time Flare plans to carve your name on the Companion Tree, I definitely won’t say anything."

"Hey, mother, what on earth are you thinking?" This time it was Flare who couldn’t stand it anymore, turning back and complaining, "We agreed not to bring up this matter again, and now here you are mentioning it again."

"Who told my daughter to help someone manipulate her own mother without even sharing the morning dew from the new leaves of each other’s Companion Trees?" Ika made a sorrowful face, even her voice sounded tearful, "Being a mother is really too heartbreaking, I accidentally forgot what we had agreed before, oh dear, this really isn’t a good habit, hehehe."

"You people are really weird," Pannis commented, unfazed by the strong condemnation from the others, leisurely took another sip of hot water, lazily like he might fall asleep at any moment, leaning against the whitevine tree, "Why do you always talk about topics I totally don’t understand? What manipulation, what deliberate, I clearly haven’t done anything, haven’t said anything, just sitting here drinking tea, it’s just that the water is too hot, burned my tongue and I didn’t want to talk, that’s all."

"Damn Kyle, how did you become so good at dodging the issue, even pretending now," Antuin almost threw a Fireball at Pannis’s face. His eyes, filled with surging magical energy, roared, "It’s precisely because you didn’t say anything when you were supposed to, that this awkward situation has arisen, and now you even pretend as if it has nothing to do with you."

"It really has nothing to do with me," Pannis shrugged nonchalantly, "You guys are the ones who like to wildly speculate, what does it have to do with me, huh, this tea does taste really good, it’s just a bit weak."

"That’s because it’s just a cup of plain water," Snap! A hand suddenly landed on Pannis’s shoulder from behind, the knight girl’s voice as sweet and gentle, sweet as dripping honey, came from behind Pannis, "Dear Mr. Pannis, I think we need some time, to have a proper talk alone."

"Yes, indeed," the other three girls also stood behind Pannis, their shadows stretching forward under the setting sun, enveloping Pannis sitting on the ground, shading the glow of the sunset, plunging him into darkness, "We haven’t had this kind of family talk in a long time, it’s necessary to start right away."

"What, what does that mean?" Mr. Pannis’s cold sweat immediately formed as he turned his head stiffly and mechanically, under the shadows of the four young girls. Despite their gentle smiles, he felt as though he saw the Soul Lamp Flowers blooming in the afterlife. He couldn’t help but swallow hard and stammered, "I, I, I think, when there are so many people waiting, it’s not good to talk alone. Others might have opinions."

"I think it’ll be fine. Everyone is so friendly here; they will surely give us plenty of time to talk," Catherine said, her smile even sweeter and her voice more tender, as she looked around and added, "Everyone, we would like to have a word with him alone. It won’t bother anyone, right? If it does, I apologize in advance."

"Not at all, of course not," Conaida said with a teasing glance at Mr. Pannis, stroking his thick beard and chuckling, "We are more than happy, how could we be bothered? Feel free, if you have any questions or need anything, just come and ask us. We are more than willing to help."

"You can’t do this," Mr. Pannis pleaded as he clung to a nearby whitevine tree, unable to resist the girls’ strength. Dragged by his collar and trailing on the ground toward a few thick trees nearby, he waved his hands imploringly and cried out, "Aren’t we friends? You can’t just watch me walk towards death, and to be tormented at that. You cold-hearted people, don’t you have any sense of friendship? Catherine, listen to me, I can explain, help, somebody help!"

"Don’t worry, just as Master Antuin said, I will let you explain," the girls said with sunny smiles, yet their words sent shivers down one’s spine, "Even those deeply burdened with sin are granted the right to their last words before execution, so you will have time to explain, rest assured."

"Ah, this tea tastes really good," Antuin said without even lifting his eyes, sipping hot water just as Mr. Pannis had done earlier, and remarked leisurely, "The sunset is truly beautiful."

"What, still confused?" Ignoring the pitiful howls nearby, the Lizardman High Priest, who had spent some time with Ava, saw her still looking perplexed and smirked, his yellow-green vertical pupils gleaming as he hissed, "Congratulations, Ava. After today, when you return, you’ll live openly as your true self without hiding your Third Eye or worrying about being discovered. Today’s misunderstanding will make others feel somewhat apologetic toward you, and thus they’ll likely take it upon themselves to explain things to their races and perhaps even to the world. For you, this is the best outcome."

"But why would he deliberately create a misunderstanding?" Ava still couldn’t understand Mr. Pannis’s actions, asking perplexedly, "I can’t comprehend such behavior."

"For you, encountering the powerful pressure from a Demigod without the threat of death, especially from multiple Demigods, is a rare experience you might not realize. But those girls definitely understand—greater pressure brings greater benefits to their strength," Doris said, taking an interested listen to the increasingly grievous wails and helped explain, "Making the most out of a spontaneous event to extract its maximum value is indeed the style of Little Brother Kyle. However, the only difference now is that it makes one unable to resist the urge to punch him."