“Fafna, did you come to the Demon King’s Castle last night just to find me?”
Having finished washing up, Qiaolin questioned Fafna.
She was currently sitting on the sofa, hugging the Slime plushie that Gabriela had given her.
“How could that be? Naturally, I am here for major matters concerning the Dragon Race and the Demon Race. However, I didn’t expect that brat Gabriela to completely ignore my status!”
Fafna spoke with righteous indignation.
By this point, she had reverted to her black-haired appearance, looking every bit the true Black Dragon Princess.
“Sigh, and here I thought Fafna truly missed me, her brother who is closer than blood. This really breaks my heart,” Qiaolin lamented jokingly.
Fafna’s expression contorted for a moment, and her tone suddenly became soft and sweet.
“Fafna definitely wants to be with Brother Qiaolin!”
“I don’t think your other half feels the same way, though?”
“Fine, fine, stop messing around. I missed him too, alright?” the black-haired Fafna said.
Years ago, in order to heal Fafna, Qiaolin had poured his own bloodline into the naturally defective hatchling. This gave her a complete and healthy body.
From that day on, the “Fafna” representing the Frost Dragon soul had recognized Qiaolin as her true older brother.
*Rustle…*
A scraping sound came from outside the door. Qiaolin turned his head and saw a shadow reflected against the entrance.
“Is that your friend?”
Qiaolin asked.
“Oh… I almost forgot.”
Fafna called out toward the door, “Pampas, you come out too.”
As soon as she spoke, a red-haired youth poked his head out from the doorway.
He stared at Qiaolin with a look of extreme wariness, while Qiaolin responded with a smile.
“Human, why do you not bow when meeting Her Highness Fafna!”
“Eh?”
Hearing this, Qiaolin scratched his head awkwardly.
“You bastard, get over here right now!”
Fafna glared at him furiously.
She had just been calling Qiaolin “Brother” over and over; had this idiot not heard her?!
“Yes…”
Seeing her rage, the red-haired youth named Pampas scurried over to Fafna’s side.
“Sit!”
“… I didn’t tell you to sit on the floor. Just sit next to me!”
“Understood!”
Watching the youth’s obedient behavior, Qiaolin smiled with interest.
Once members of the Dragon Race reached the King Rank, they gained the ability to transform into other races.
However, most would retain traits of their original form, such as scales, tails, or horns.
The higher the rank, the more perfect the transformation became.
Judging by Pampas’s appearance, Qiaolin estimated he was likely at the King Class Initial Stage.
His tail and horns were still exposed, and there were several scales visible on his neck.
“Fafna, I didn’t expect you to have a King-rank follower already. I suppose treatment really does change once you become a Saint-level Powerhouse.”
“Hmph, of course. Right now, aside from that old fossil — the Black Dragon Emperor — I am the top authority in the Dragon Race!”
Fafna puffed out her chest proudly.
In response, Qiaolin reached out and rubbed her head.
“Muu~”
“Eek?!”
Seeing this scene, Pampas’s jaw nearly hit the floor.
He knew Fafna’s status and personality better than anyone.
Between her immense strength and being the sole successor to the Black Dragon Emperor, she was a being who stood above all but one in the Dragon Race.
Even her biological father, the Black Dragon King, had to watch his step around her.
No dragon dared to get close to her, yet this human was actually touching her!
Pampas remembered that more than 100 years ago, even though Fafna wasn’t a Saint-level Powerhouse yet, her peak King Rank strength made her the dream partner for every male dragon.
Dragon society was matriarchal, and the status of females was naturally higher than males.
Thus, it was normal for a female dragon to mate with multiple males at once.
Consequently, many King-rank males in the tribe had scrambled for the chance to become Fafna’s mate. Even the Black Dragon Emperor had tacitly approved of this behavior.
Since Fafna had reached adulthood and was at a suitable age for breeding, the tribe wanted to ensure her excellent bloodline was passed down.
Furthermore, because her blood was mixed with the Hero’s bloodline, there was a chance a dragon capable of wielding the Dragon Slaying Holy Sword might be born in the future.
However, when Fafna heard that the Black Dragon Emperor intended to choose a mate for her, she flew into a rage.
She spent the night flying to every dragon territory, beating every male dragon of King Rank or higher to within an inch of their lives.
Even those who had no such intentions were brutally thrashed simply for being above the King Rank.
It was rumored she hadn’t even spared her own father…
From then on, no dragon dared to mention the idea again.
In the present day, Fafna could be considered the most ferocious and tyrannical creature in the Dragon Race.
Even though dragons respected the strong, no one dared to associate with such a violent and unpredictable dragon.
Pampas was the Fire Dragon King, so his status within the tribe was quite high, yet he didn’t even dare to lift his head in front of Fafna.
The actions of the man before him completely shattered Pampas’s worldview.
Even if the man felt like an ordinary human, Pampas knew he couldn’t afford to think that way.
Currently, he only had one question in his heart.
‘What kind of background does this guy have?’
“Alright, regardless of what you’re here to do… you haven’t had breakfast yet, right? Do you want to try my cooking?”
Qiaolin chuckled.
Fafna’s expression changed instantly, as if she had remembered something terrifying.
“No… I think I’ll pass.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I know my cooking is bad, but I can surely handle a few fried eggs and some bacon. The bread is already prepared, too,” Qiaolin said with a wry smile.
This was one of the secrets of the Celestial Hero. Back then, the food he cooked was the blight of the entire hero party.
Aside from Gabriela, who could eat it as if nothing was wrong, anyone else who consumed it would suffer a massive drop in combat power.
To put it simply, it was devastatingly unpalatable.
People back then even mused that if the Demon King had eaten the Hero’s cooking, they probably wouldn’t have needed so much effort to defeat her.
“Fine then, do whatever you want.”
Fafna covered her mouth. Even the white-souled Fafna remained silent now.
“How about you? Do you have any dietary restrictions?”
Qiaolin asked, looking at Pampas.
“Uh… I’ll eat whatever Lady Fafna eats,” Pampas said, glancing at the gloomy-faced black-haired girl.
Qiaolin shrugged helplessly and headed into the kitchen. Before long, he brought out three sandwiches. Fafna immediately tried to give all of hers to Pampas.
“That’s not right. Brother Qiaolin made these for us personally,” the white Fafna said, controlling one arm to stop the movement.
“Idiot! Even if it’s ordinary bread, the moment it passes through his hands, it becomes as disgusting as if it were cursed!”
“But… but…”
“If you’re not going to eat it, then just throw it away,” Qiaolin sighed, seeing Fafna’s internal struggle.
Pampas looked at the sandwich in his hand with suspicion.
It was just two slices of bread, a fried egg, a piece of fried pork, and a leaf of lettuce — though he personally disliked vegetables.
How bad could such a combination be?
If anything, the portion was too small, only enough to satisfy a tiny creature like a human.
Then, under Fafna’s astonished gaze, Pampas finished the sandwich in two or three bites.