Paros stepped closer to Rory, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Rory t the storm of desire churning in his eyes and instinctively leaned back.
The mont she retreated, Paros’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her forward in an instant, leaving her no room to escape.
"Big sister... are you avoiding ?"
His lips hovered just a breath away from hers.
One slight movent—just one—and they would et.
"Paros, calm down."
Rory pressed a hand against his chest, trying to keep so distance between them.
"Big sister... do you not like ?"
Paros had no intention of calming down.
He wanted her... Wanted to beco her mate.
"Awuu..."
A soft, milky little cry suddenly sounded above them.
Paros’s body froze instantly.
"Daddy, Mommy... what are you doing?"
The deep-blue little fruit seed to have grown another round after a nap, bouncing lightly atop Paros’s dragon horn.
Rory seized the chance and quickly pushed Paros away.
Then she looked up at the little fruit and asked gently, "Terry, are you hungry?"
The little one had quite the appetite—he had already absorbed several beast cores in a single day.
"Hungry! Terry hungry!"
Terry bounced eagerly, urging Paros on.
"Daddy, give Terry beast cores!"
Paros straightened up and placed two beast cores on his horn.
The energy within them was swiftly absorbed.
"Terry wants more!"
After finishing the two second-rank beast cores, Terry chirped excitedly, urging for more.
But Paros didn’t give him any.
"You’ve already absorbed several today. You can’t have any more. If you keep going, the energy will overload your body—it could make you explode."
At the ntion of exploding, Terry drooped unhappily, wobbling slightly.
"...Okay. Terry will eat tomorrow."
After feeding Terry, Paros turned back to Rory.
"Big sister, are you hungry?"
With Terry around, it was suddenly very inconvenient for him to do anything he wanted.
For a fleeting mont, he even wondered if raising this little one had been a mistake.
"I am a bit hungry."
Rory nodded quickly.
She had already soothed Paros enough—staying alone with him any longer felt far too dangerous.
"The fish should have the al ready by now. I’ll take you to eat."
The two stepped out of the chamber and saw Wen and Ethan Gabriel waiting outside.
The mont Wen spotted Rory, he walked straight to her side.
"Female Master, the al is ready."
Earlier, Ethan had ntioned that Rory was calming Paros, so Wen hadn’t dared interrupt and had simply waited outside.
Rory smiled at him. "Have you been waiting long?"
Wen shook his head. "Not at all—I just arrived a few minutes ago. Elder Ethan said you were calming the Dragon Lord, so I didn’t want to disturb you."
Paros reached out and took Rory’s hand, guiding her gaze back to himself, unwilling to let her look at Wen.
"Big sister, didn’t you say you were hungry? Let’s go eat first."
Hearing that Rory was hungry, Wen nodded in agreent.
"Yes, Female Master, let’s eat first."
Ethan, who had been waiting off to the side, saw that Paros was about to accompany Rory and quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Dragon Lord, soone from the Thunder Domain has arrived."
Paros shot him an annoyed look.
"What Thunder Domain? I don’t know anything about that. I’m going to eat with my big sister—don’t block ."
This old man was truly irritating—always getting in the way.
"Dragon Lord, you must go. The Thunder Domain has produced an eleventh-rank powerhouse—he insists on eting you."
If it were anything else, Ethan Gabriel would have dismissed them himself.
But this was an eleventh-rank expert—far beyond his authority.
"An eleventh-rank powerhouse from the Thunder Domain? Which clan?" Wen asked in shock.
"The Kiron clan," Ethan replied.
Rory knew of them. They resembled small deer, with antlers that could release lightning—born with innate thunder abilities.
"The Kiron clan..." Wen turned to Paros. "Dragon Lord, you should go."
It had been thousands of years since the Kiron clan had produced an eleventh-rank expert.
If he had co here personally, then it must have been important. And if Paros refused to see him, he likely wouldn’t leave.
"What Thunder Domain, what Kiron beast? If he wants to see , I have to see him?"
Paros scoffed. "I’m going to eat with my big sister. Nothing is more important than that."
Ethan looked helplessly at Rory. "Rory... please persuade him."
It was obvious now—the Dragon Lord only listened to her.
Rory understood the situation as well.
An eleventh-rank powerhouse arriving unannounced—there was no way he had co without motive.
And judging by Ethan’s concern, the man wouldn’t leave without eting Paros.
More importantly... Paros still had Terry perched on his head.
If things escalated into a fight, what if Terry got hurt?
And Paros himself wasn’t fully recovered—his injuries lingered, and his ntal strength hadn’t fully returned.
What if he couldn’t win?
After a mont’s thought, Rory turned to him. "Paros... since he wants to et you, how about I go with you?"
Though clearly displeased, Paros nodded obediently. "Fine. I’ll listen to big sister."
If she wanted him to go, then he would.
Seeing him agree, Rory turned to Ethan.
"Elder Ethan, please keep him occupied for now. We’ll be there shortly."
"I’ll go at once."
Before leaving, Ethan handed Rory a vial. "Rory, make sure the Dragon Lord drinks this before going. It will temporarily restore him to his normal state."
The visitor’s attitude made it clear—he was not friendly. They couldn’t let him see Paros in his current state.
Rory accepted the vial and nodded. "Understood."
After Ethan left, she turned back to Paros. Her gaze drifted to his horn.
Terry had fallen asleep again, hanging quietly without a sound.
Reaching up, Rory gently touched the little fruit. "Paros, can you retract your horns?"
Ever since he brought her back, his horns had remained visible.
With an unknown situation ahead, she wanted to hide Terry first.
Paros nodded.
His horns vanished almost instantly.
The vine tucked itself into his hair, leaving only a single leaf and the deep-blue fruit nestled quietly within.
Rory quickly took out a comb from her ring space while instructing Wen to ssage Vincent and the others, informing them of the situation.
Wen imdiately activated his light brain and sent a group ssage.
The first to reply was Yuel.
Yuel: What is Rory doing right now? Is she safe?
Wen glanced at Rory, snapped a photo, and sent it.
Wen: Female Master is helping Paros comb his hair.
Rory stood behind Paros, her fingers gliding gently through his silky black hair.
She gathered the hair from both sides and the crown, tying it into a neat half-high ponytail with a dark gold tie. The rest of his long hair flowed naturally down his back, blending seamlessly with the loose strands over his shoulders.
The deep-blue fruit and its leaf were cleverly hidden at the base of the ponytail, completely concealed beneath the thick strands—no trace visible.
***
anwhile...
Yuel: "Rory is actually helping that dragon with his hair... I’ve never gotten that treatnt."
Vincent: "I want Rory to comb my hair too."
Nix: "That hairstyle looks good. I want one like that."
Jasper: "That shaless old dragon... I want to shave all his hair off."
Xarion: "A dragon looks better without a head."
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