**Chapter 66 Ig’s Punishment?**
Huh, what does this guy want? Is he saying… he’s going to punish *this young lady*?
Verafia, who had just relaxed, instantly tensed up again.
Her small body was cradled in his arms as Ig tilted slightly, a faint smile on his face. Verafia let out a soft whimper, feeling her tender little bottom being forced to lift under the young man’s actions.
Her golden pupils widened in disbelief, and a flush of shame spread across her snow-white, delicate face.
*This guy… isn’t actually planning to spank me, is he?!*
“Veer, don’t squirm.”
Noticing the girl’s struggling, the young man spoke softly, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. Then, his hand slipped beneath her skirt and gently lifted it.
“Eek—!”
Verafia let out a mortified cry as a cool breeze brushed against her tender thighs, making her instinctively squeeze her slender legs together. But of course, that did nothing to stop his devilish hand.
*No way… he’s seriously going to spank me?!*
“W-Wait, Ig, you can’t bully me like this… I-I’m not a child anymore! Getting spanked is way too embarrassing!”
“Who told Veer to misbehave?”
Forced to lie across his lap with her little bottom raised, Verafia struggled desperately, but her efforts had no effect against Ig’s firm grip.
Meeting her golden eyes—filled with a mix of bashfulness and fear—Ig smirked mischievously and fully lifted the hem of her delicate, lace-trimmed skirt, exposing her fair, tender thighs and slightly upturned bottom to the air.
Since the little one was only wearing short socks and no tights or soft stockings, her frilly, pure-white cotton panties—adorably decorated with ribbon patterns—were the only thing protecting her innocence as she kicked her legs futilely.
*And she says she’s not a child?*
Ig stifled a laugh as his fingertips traced her smooth, delicate skin, making her tremble instantly.
“Mmm… Ig, you can’t do this…”
“You called me ‘Daddy,’ didn’t you? Shouldn’t a naughty little girl be punished?”
A faint smile played on Ig’s lips, but his hands didn’t stop. He tugged down her cute white panties, sliding them to her slender thighs.
*Eep!*
The cold touch of air, combined with the burning intensity of his gaze on her round, childish bottom, made Verafia even more flustered. She buried her face in shame, her snow-white cheeks burning crimson, wishing she could disappear into the ground.
“Uuu… Ig, I’m supposed to be your *young lady*! Why are you bullying me like this…?”
Her voice quivered with fear, on the verge of tears. Her golden eyes brimmed with moisture as she clung to his arm pitifully, forgetting to struggle.
“You *promised*… that I’m your princess, that you’d be my knight and protect me…”
“Yes, yes, Veer is my princess.”
Ig chuckled, amused by how utterly adorable she looked. He patted her head gently—but his other hand remained raised, ready to strike.
“But even princesses need discipline when they misbehave.”
“Eek—!”
Verafia stiffened, squeezing her eyes shut in anticipation of the humiliating, stinging smack that was about to land on her tiny bottom.
But… only a cool breeze brushed against her delicate skin.
Confused, she cautiously peeked open one golden eye and lifted her face from Ig’s lap.
Suddenly, an unmistakable presence flooded her spiritual senses—a dense aura of life magic, along with a power far surpassing the Sacred Domain, despite its aged weariness.
“Huh? Bellternan? Why is he here? And in such a hurry…?”
Verafia muttered suspiciously—before realizing she was still draped over Ig’s knees, her bare little bottom on full display like a naughty child awaiting punishment. Instantly, her face burned red again, and she flared up in indignation.
“Mmmph! Stupid Ig, let me go *right now*!
—
Smoothing her hair and straightening her slightly wrinkled dress, Verafia glared fiercely at the young man standing by the bed. She tugged her skirt down to cover her exposed bottom, then stomped her little leather shoes onto the wooden floor with a loud *tap*.
Even if she was no longer the Flame Goddess, Verafia’s perception as a Star-level powerhouse could easily span several blocks.
But to a Legendary-ranked being, such distance meant nothing. By the time she finished adjusting her dress and hopping off the bed, a soft knock sounded at the locked door.
Outside, the aura of a Legendary powerhouse was unmistakable—even if the elderly elf made no effort to flaunt it. Both Ig and Verafia sensed him clearly.
Under the girl’s big, reproachful glare, Ig chuckled helplessly and went to open the door.
As expected, standing there was the white-haired, aged High Elder of the elves—Bellternan.
“Elder Bellternan, what brings you here?”
The old elf’s gaze shifted from Ig to the golden-haired girl by the bed, her brilliant golden eyes watching him with keen interest. Only then did he exhale in relief.
“A mere coincidence. I happened to hear a report from a young woman—claiming a human boy was attempting to assault her *child* daughter.”
Bellternan smiled wryly. “Had I not suspected it might be you two, Ig and Miss Verafia, an entire squad of armed elven soldiers might have been at your door instead.”
“Ah… *that* kind of misunderstanding.” Ig scratched his head awkwardly.
Among elves, such crimes—though not entirely eradicated among nobles—were at least heavily condemned in public.
He thought back to the elven girl at the sweetshop. Even if it was just a mistake, only someone with a strong sense of justice would report it.
“Still, the people under your rule truly uphold the law, Elder. I can only wish humans were the same…”
