"It’s okay if you don’t understand, you just need to know this will help you greatly..."
But these mory fragnts in Emhardt’s mind are almost fleeting, because on so past day, they were rcilessly torn away and deprived by the owner of a pair of eyes filled with laughter...
"Riiiip!!"
That rciless monster is...
"Paimon!! Ugh, ahh!!"
Just thinking of that smiling, blurry figure, extre fear instantly wakes Emhardt from his stupor, screaming in terror as if he has just awakened from an endless nightmare.
But when he opens his eyes, everything from the dream vanishes, making him forget why he was afraid, why he rembered.
What appears before him are only the equally stunned Dragon Court soldiers patrolling at night.
"What...what is this thing? Could it be a weapon developed by the Fake Court?"
As his vision gradually clears, the woman with long black hair before Emhardt slowly transforms into a completely unfamiliar South Continent native human appearance...
She looks at the flying Emhardt in front of her, and the first thing she says is this.
"Yeah, this guy could be a weapon of the Fake Court; we better shoot him down!"
"I feel like he’s a relic, like that loophole back in my hotown that can quickly extract salt from the sea, but it doesn’t seem useful..."
"Damn, don’t compare to other Holy Objects; I’m the great Book Knight!"
Feeling insulted, Emhardt curses angrily, and his impotent rage makes the soldiers in the camp burst into laughter,
"Hahaha, he can curse! Listen, you guys! Hahaha!"
"Hahahahaha..."
Emhardt grated his teeth and glared at them, suddenly hoping this group was like Angel Leader Remiel in the Holy Land back then, who could imdiately see his value, unlike these dull people...
But rembering how Remiel spun him like a top within his sleeve, Emhardt couldn’t help but yawn.
He blinked and flew toward the Dragon Court soldiers laughing so hard their stomachs hurt. After a mont of silence, he finally looked at Burr, who wrote the Dragon Song, and asked,
"Your Dragon Song is pretty good; can you elaborate on its content?"
"Hahaha, he actually listens to the Dragon Song?! Oh my, I’m dying of laughter!"
"Damn!"
"Alright, alright..."
Despite his amusent, Burr still explained to the book by the campfire,
"Our Queen and Priest are simply the best friends on the continent. You wouldn’t know it, this book, but when we drove the humans away...
...
...
"Chirping..."
It is early morning, and the birds on the branches outside are pouring out their boundless energy, singing together, much like they do in early spring to herald its arrival.
Of course, all this might be a subjective interpretation by the listener, but today is different because the cave is indeed brimming with the vitality of spring.
"Mmm..."
The birds outside wake up the hardworking Fisher and Little Fisher, who worked through the night; he squints his eyes a bit, recalling a long-forgotten restful sleep, perhaps from the last ti.
The cave and bedding are especially warm; he is about to move his body slightly, only to find that, unbeknownst to him, a slender tail has already tightly entwined with his legs. Moreover, next to him, the "Dragon Queen" clings to him like an octopus with scales.
Her face, with ethereal horns, is intimately pressed against his chest, with rose-like waterfall hair cascading ssily across the bed, the bedding, and Fisher’s hand.
Rafael sleeps contentedly, not knowing what dreams occupy her mind, her mouth seemingly curling unconsciously, expressing the intimacy of last night.
Her scales lie completely flat, so not only do they not feel awkward but instead are incredibly smooth, and feel exceptionally pleasant to the touch.
Though he hasn’t seen her in a long ti, Fisher is not satisfied even with the possession of last night.
At this mont, his big hand softly brushes over her back, feeling her heartbeat and warmth, contentnt rises from within, and he doesn’t even notice when Rafael in his arms wakes up...
Because she does not speak, just quietly enjoying the mont.
Until Fisher feels the tail lying in the bedding twitch comfortably, he snaps back to reality, noticing her open eyes,
"Awake?"
"Ah..."
Rafael, exposed, isn’t surprised as if caught playing hide and seek, and instead stretches like a lazy cat.
Sweet and gentle steam wafts out from the bedding, and she opens her mouth slightly dissatisfied, gently nibbling on Fisher’s muscle.
Upon her slightly sharp canine teeth’s stimulus, Fisher only feels ticklish.
He glances at her in his embrace, hearing her murmur,
"Fisher, do you think I’ve changed?"
"Hmm, you’ve beco more enchanting."
"Snap!"
Rafael glared at Fisher, then slapped the bed with her tail in protest, forcing Fisher to correct his statent,
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