“Given up?”
Frostsilver was in a good mood, stepping in snow-white high heels, walking step by step towards Aurina, who was tightly bound on the torture bed.
Just thinking about it—the powerful steel hands would soon bite into this bastard’s dragon horns like her brother’s sharp teeth.
The steel clamps would fix her head in place, and then the steel hands would gradually pull with force.
Blood would first drip from the base of the dragon horns, the silly smile on her face would disappear, she would cry out in pain, scream, and weep.
But it would be useless, struggling in vain, slapping the ground.
The dragon horns would be pulled out by the roots, hurting her so much she’d faint, and when she woke, she’d only see the pulled-out dragon horns, with blood still dripping from the base.
At that point, she’d lower her head and tell her that from now on, she was a one-horned dragon.
The despair on that face would surely, surely be incredibly delicious.
Frostsilver was so happy that her feet clenched inside her high heels, humming a tune: “Once upon a time, there was a little red dragon, he was greedy and strong… ♪”
She arrived beside the young red dragon girl, but before Frostsilver could wake Aurina up.
Aurina smelled Frostsilver’s scent, and even in her sleep, she immediately opened her eyes.
“Gah, it’s you.”
Aurina said, “This king remembers you, you’re Dorimi—”
The magical music box hanging from Frostsilver’s waist immediately activated, emitting a sharp trumpet sound that drowned out Aurina’s words.
“You bastard,” Frostsilver said coldly.
“Don’t even think about insulting me again. Soon you’ll regret it, because the magical shackles made of adamantite have you bound to the bed….”
Frostsilver, like a salesperson, introduced the torture devices binding Aurina, word by word, clearly.
As a world-renowned dragon scholar, she knew well that a dragon’s power of thought was linked to their confidence; as the saying goes, confidence is the peak.
Therefore, as long as Aurina understood what was binding her, that little hope of escape would be gone.
Aurina’s golden eyes stared at Frostsilver, like a student seriously attending class.
Frostsilver then spoke even more meticulously, sneering inwardly.
Heh, only a dragon like my brother, born with low intelligence, couldn’t absorb knowledge, and coincidentally could unleash the power of thought to its fullest.
She spoke a full thousand words.
The one-horned Frostsilver said, “… Bastard, did you hear that clearly?”
Aurina said sincerely, “Your thigh curves are really beautiful, female.”
Didn’t notice before?
Indeed, this king’s dragon form was still too big, didn’t spot some small and beautiful things.
This king is great, no need to say more.
“Indeed, a dragon as lewd as the Dread Dragon,” Frostsilver said.
“I’ll play a game with you.”
“What game?”
Aurina said.
“Does it have to do with this bed?”
“Yes.”
“Sophia, I told you,” Aurina lifted her head, saying to Sophia, who was bound like a worm in the distance.
“Such a beautiful female must have taken a fancy to this king, so she bound this king tightly to the bed, forcing me to be her bed companion.”
Frostsilver sneered, “Hehehe.”
Sophia looked shocked, her head tilting back.
“Frostsilver, you’re actually a pedophile too, and you like little girls?”
“What?”
Frostsilver frowned.
“Did all the nutrients for developing your brain go to your chest?”
Sophia retorted, “There’s no relation between big breasts and intelligence.”
“The Lord above, He granted you beautiful looks and figure, as well as powerful bloodline, yet made your personality charm pitifully low—that just shows appearance and inner qualities have no relation at all.”
“Heh,” Frostsilver said.
“Only the weak need to constantly ponder how to please others, saying what others like to hear.
Sophia, you’re so foolish.”
“It’s because you’re inherently foolish, and influenced by Aurina—I think Richard is better than you, at least he seems to have a bit of intelligence.”
“A bit, but not much. And that’s why he’s still a puppet in my hands, my loyal pawn.”
Sophia wanted to say more, but with a snap of Frostsilver’s fingers, her mouth closed.
The one-horned Frostsilver turned her head, looking at Aurina, and said, “The game is simple.
See this steel golem’s big hand?”
“As soon as it grabs your horn, it’ll pull it out, and you’ll be in so much pain—unless you take out the hilt of the dragon-slaying sword from your belly; otherwise, I’ll cut open your stomach and search in your gut.”
“Gaga, you can’t get it.”
The one-horned Frostsilver snapped her fingers, and an invisible hand flipped Aurina’s skirt up, revealing her underwear and flat little belly.
The steel golem’s big hand clicked and popped out several willow-leaf blades, sharp enough to make one’s face sting.
“If you don’t spit out the dragon-slaying sword’s hilt,” the one-horned Frostsilver said, “I’ll perform the disembowelment surgery on you right now.”
“Doing it won’t help,” Aurina said.
“It’s not with me.”
“Where is it?”
“In Richard’s hands.”
“Do you think I’m that big-breasted, brainless woman?” Frostsilver said.
“Such a clumsy deception.”
Sophia struggled, seeming to want to say something.
“You’re so dumb,” Aurina said.
“You look like a dumb beauty.”
The one-horned Frostsilver snapped her fingers, and the sharp willow-leaf blades pressed against Aurina’s belly.
“Richard cast a trade spell on me,” Aurina said.
“I only took Sophia out of the city; he hasn’t died yet, so how could he give me the dragon-slaying sword’s hilt?”
The one-horned Frostsilver said, “What?”
She looked at Sophia, who seemed desperate to speak, and snapped her fingers.
Sophia spoke, “I swear in the Lord’s name, what she said is true, because when she heard Richard say he’d give her the dragon-slaying sword’s hilt, she couldn’t wait and immediately took him away, then took me away too.”
The one-horned Frostsilver only felt her intelligence insulted, and asked, “How do you plan to get the dragon-slaying sword’s hilt like this?”
“Richard will give it to me.”
“But he’ll die in that place.”
“Isn’t that perfect?”
Aurina said with a matter-of-fact expression.
“The inheritance will go to this king—if he doesn’t die, how can there be an inheritance?”
Sophia nodded too.
“Yeah.”
For a moment, the one-horned Frostsilver’s brain couldn’t process it, but it was only for a moment; she said, “Foolish—if Richard dies at the hands of that idiot ghost-father emperor, wouldn’t the dragon-slaying sword’s hilt become the emperor’s?”
“It’s mine,” Aurina said.
“Are you really dumb?”
“I was actually influenced by your foolishness, even if only for a moment.”
The one-horned Frostsilver immediately picked up the crystal-like phone and issued an order: “Hell Knight Order, all members mobilize! Plan B, target is the spoils on Richard.”
Then, the one-horned Frostsilver frantically tapped the phone screen, sending a message to the emperor: “The Hell Knight Order will arrive in ten minutes, and I will also appear; Richard’s spoils rightfully belong to me. I’ve captured the dragon and his fiancée.”
After sending, she put down the phone.
“Alright, the horn-pulling game officially begins.”
Sophia objected, “Frostsilver, didn’t you promise her?”
“The original words were: if she hands over the dragon-slaying sword’s hilt, I’ll spare her once,” Frostsilver said.
“She hasn’t handed it over; I’m very true to my word.”
Sophia wanted to say more, but an invisible force closed her mouth.
Frostsilver stared at Aurina and said, “Your silly smile disgusts me; from now on, you’ll be one-horned too. As long as you hold out for ten minutes, you’ll… three, two—start!”
The steel golem’s hand suddenly grabbed, reaching for Aurina’s head; Aurina shook her head, and it grabbed air.
Aurina mocked, “Gaga, little bugs are just weak, so slow.”
“Maximum power, activate!”
The steel golem’s single arm grabbed at Aurina’s horn at a speed hard to catch with the naked eye.
Aurina shook her head again and again; the steel golem’s hand grabbed again and again.
One grab against one shake, Aurina shook her head wildly; the steel golem’s hand grabbed wildly, both hand and head almost leaving afterimages.
The steel golem’s hand smashed into the torture bed, filling the entire room with piercing metal deformation sounds.
While shaking her head, Aurina mocked, “Little bugs are just weak.”
“Such a boring magical thing, and it wants to grab a true dragon’s horn?”
“Thinking this king is like some dragon descendant with only one horn?”
Frostsilver’s face, originally like ice, gradually flushed with angry red.
She pinched her fingers, commanding the steel golem to go faster, even faster.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The steel big hand hammered repeatedly on both sides of Aurina’s head, hammering deep craters.
Now, the steel golem’s big hand was less about grabbing Aurina’s horn and more about smashing her head to pulp.
While shaking her head, Aurina lifted her hand; the shackles binding her hands actually lifted with her hand.
Frostsilver blinked; clearly, the shackles were fixed to the torture bed.
Aurina moved the shackles on her wrists under the steel big hand; in a few seconds, it hammered them to pieces.
Aurina did the same and moved her right hand’s shackles to the steel big hand.
Thus, her hands were free.
Aurina sat up, laughing, “Gaga, a mere little bug creation, and it wants to imprison a true dragon who killed seven with one strike?”
“Dragon-Imprisoning Spell!”
Aurina’s body stiffened, swaying exaggeratedly back and forth a few times before settling.
“I never said I wouldn’t use spells.”
The one-horned Frostsilver raised her hand, about to snap her fingers.
“Tied up!”
Aurina suddenly moved, her hand grabbing from her mouth, flinging the golden collar towards Frostsilver’s neck.
They were only a step apart; with a click, the golden collar locked around her neck, a force restricting Frostsilver’s spellcasting.
Frostsilver, attempting to instant-cast a spell, sensed something wrong: “How is this possible? The Dragon-Imprisoning Spell should work on you.”
“Gagaga, the same little trick won’t work on this king three times.”
Reaching out to pull the chain on the golden collar, the chain lengthened; Aurina tugged again, and Frostsilver, like a leashed dog, fell headfirst onto Aurina’s belly.
Aurina grabbed her silver-white dragon horn with one hand, patted her head, rubbed her face, touched all the valuable things on her body, smiling, “All mine now, I’ve touched them.”
Frostsilver’s face flushed red with anger: “You bastard, a cheap trinket worth only a thousand gold coins, and it can leash me?”
With that, Frostsilver shouted the safe word, yelling in dragon language: “Trigger Spell! Activate!”
Twisted blue light immediately engulfed her; the next instant.
Underfoot was the beach under the night sky, the port not far away; Frostsilver’s luxurious ship was docked at the port, the night wind with a salty wetness blowing her silver long hair.
“Good thing my intelligence is above hers,” Frostsilver gritted her teeth.
“I hate these bastards who are naturally strong the most—no logic at all, and utterly unrealistic.”
As soon as the words fell, the golden collar on Frostsilver’s neck tightened; she fell into Aurina’s arms.
“Female,” Aurina laughed.
“You’re this king’s now.”
“How is this possible? How did you teleport with me? In magic, this—damn power of thought.”
Frostsilver’s swan-like neck flushed completely red.
Aurina gazed at the valuables all over her body, her golden eyes shining: “From now on, the valuables on you, and you yourself, are all mine.”
Frostsilver was even angrier: “Bastard, you dare say that! Watch my supreme bloodline’s dragon transformation power; how can a mere thousand-gold trinket restrict me? Yah!!!!!!”
This sound seems familiar.
Before Aurina could recall.
Frostsilver began to change, starting to grow larger.
Her dragon horn elongated, her human face turned into a dragon face, the faint dragon scales on her originally snow-white skin began to cover her whole body.
In a few seconds, she grew to two stories tall and was still growing.
Even though not fully transformed into a dragon yet, Aurina, with her human and horns only 1.4 meters tall, was already like a kitten facing a tiger in front of her.
“Let you witness the dragon’s—”
“Ah-da!”
In the blink of an eye, Aurina turned into a dragon, her hind legs jumping, wings flapping; the whole fat dragon leaped from the ground.
Her two front claws clasped together, brought to her mouth for a blow, immediately inflating and enlarging; she spun in the air, her front claw fist spinning too, hammering hard into Frostsilver’s face that hadn’t fully turned into a dragon head.
“The true dragon power that kills seven with one strike!”
Frostsilver’s vision went black, her head collapsing onto the beach.
Aurina the dragon landed on the ground, pummeling her head wildly, beating her until she was dizzy, transforming back into human form, lying on the ground, bruised and battered.
Aurina also turned back into human form, looking left and right, wanting to find a two-person world to inject dragon seed.
“Ah ya,” she suddenly clapped her hands, thinking of something.
“Richard! You were a bit smart, not wrong.
What if the bug king steals the inheritance Richard traded to me?”
Frostsilver said, “I swear, as long as you loosen this damn collar on my neck, I’ll give you ransom, and I’ll help you get the dragon-slaying sword’s hilt, give it to you.
This is sworn on the most ancient family name; if I break it, my family’s ancestral graves will never know peace.
I can write a contract for you.”
Frostsilver used her big move; she rarely used this one, but it fooled people every time.
After all, she truly had no “deceased” ancestors.
Aurina ignored Frostsilver; the speech was too long, her brain couldn’t handle it.
“You’re mine anyway,” Aurina said.
“I’ve thought of a good idea; run there now, hurry and I can still get Richard’s inheritance.”
“Then loosen the golden collar; I’ll immediately use teleport—”
The chain on the golden collar tightened; Frostsilver, who had just stood up, was yanked to the ground again.
“Hurry hurry hurry!”
Aurina ran with big strides, so fast her little feet kicked up smoke on the ground, dragging Frostsilver all the way, amid Frostsilver’s screams, dragging her onto the street, straight towards the banquet hall.
“Regicide Richard, you’ve already lost completely,” the Yanting Empire’s emperor said arrogantly, holding the crystal-like phone aimed at Richard.
“My ally Frostsilver has already captured your fiancée and the dragon; the Hell Knight Order is rushing over—you’re finished.”
Richard stood amid several corpses; those were the bodies of brave soldiers.
He glanced at the phone in the Yanting Empire emperor’s hand and asked, “What is this?”
“A magical wonder, originally given to me by your teammate Frostsilver; it allows real-time text communication,” the Yanting Empire emperor said.
“Look at the text on it, despair—your path of regicide.”
Richard was very concerned; he strained to look and said, “I can’t see clearly; can you bring it closer?”
The Yanting Empire emperor laughed in anger: “Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“But I can’t see it.”
“I can see it; I’ll read it to you.”
“Is whatever you say true?” Richard said.
“Words from your mouth have no credibility at all.”
“You’re truly unrepentant to the end.”