Chapter 9: My Name is Laura?

While Sai Linna’s mind was churning in a storm, Lucia had already taken two steps toward her.

“This young lady, haven’t we met somewhere before?”

Lucia bent down slightly, her golden eyes shimmering with a touch of tenderness, her voice very soft. “I always feel like I’ve seen you somewhere.”

She paused, her posture like an imperial knight inviting a princess to dance. “May I ask, once this snowstorm subsides, would I have the honor of inviting you for a cup of warm tea?”

“Tea?! Drink your farewell tea, you idiot!”

Sai Linna shuddered all over. As a man who stood eight feet tall, being called “beautiful young lady” in such a tender tone gave her goosebumps and made her feel utterly fried.

“Um, no need for tea! Thank you for your help, but my mom is calling me home for dinner. I gotta go!”

Sai Linna’s brain twitched, blurting out a terribly clumsy excuse. Then, she pushed herself hard off the snowy ground and turned to flee like a startled rabbit.

However.

Luo Lin’s soul had clearly not fully adapted to this newly awakened, petite and delicate young dragon body, and on top of that, she was wearing an oversized nun’s dress with a very long hem.

As she hastily took two steps, the tip of her left shoe precisely stepped on the edge of the long skirt.

“Ah—!”

With an uncontrollable soft yelp, Sai Linna lost her balance completely and fell flat on her face in the snow pile with a splat!

Her pure white silk-stockinged legs flailed helplessly in the air, and as her skirt flipped up, the snow-white absolute territory at the top of her thighs was quickly covered by her blushing, flustered hands.

It hurt. Just now, to defeat the cultists, she had clenched her teeth and persisted. But now that her tense nerves relaxed, the physical pain caused the newly born Silver Dragon’s extremely sensitive tear ducts to burst instantly.

‘No, I can’t lose face in front of my past life’s archrival. I’m a man.’

Thinking this, Sai Linna scrambled to get up from the snow. Her jade-white nose was slightly red from the cold, and her ice-blue eyes quickly misted over, crystal tears swirling in her sockets, threatening to fall. With her gritted teeth and pitiful expression, she looked utterly adorable.

“I will repay your kindness for sure, I promise.”

Aside from that, she didn’t dare leave another word. Lifting the cumbersome nun’s skirt hem, she stumbled and dashed into the depths of the snowstorm, disappearing as if fleeing for her life.

Lucia stood in place, her hand that had been reaching out to help still frozen in midair.

Watching the small, hastily fleeing back that seemed somewhat clumsy, Lucia’s heart felt as if scratched gently by an invisible cat’s paw. A rare hint of strong regret flashed in her usually calm eyes.

But she didn’t follow.

“Having such a noble bloodline yet appearing in the wild like this—must be a young lady from some hidden noble family out on training.” Lucia murmured softly.

Her travel experience told her that nobles hated strangers prying into their secrets. Pushing too hard would only make them fly away like startled birds forever. There was plenty of time; she had patience.

Lucia turned and looked at the snow. There, lying quietly, was the broken hilt of the magic weapon “Wind Flower Sword” that had been destroyed.

That was the weapon the silver-haired girl had used to detonate her magic power.

Lucia bent down, her slender white fingers picking up the remaining hilt. Stroking it gently, she found a somewhat fancy female name engraved in gold wire at the bottom of the hilt.

—That was when Luo Lin bought this sword in his past life, and to confess to Laura, he had specially asked a craftsman to engrave it.

“Laura…”

Mossat Duke Mansion, Master Bedroom.

Luo Lin lay straight on the soft velvet bed like a mummy wrapped in bandages.

He suddenly threw off the blanket, tremblingly reached inside the blanket to feel.

“Phew—”

Still there. Luo Lin let out a long breath of relief after surviving a disaster, tears almost streaming from the corners of his eyes.

“Thank god, I’m back to normal. Otherwise, my perfect immortal life that just began would be completely cut off from descendants!”

Recalling the black history in the Mist Forest where he became a silver-haired flat-chested loli, wearing an ill-fitting nun’s outfit, and fighting in close combat with others, Luo Lin was so embarrassed he wanted to dig a three-bedroom apartment in the Duke Mansion with his toes.

“Damn fat bastard Niu Zi! If I ever listen to your shit advice and go to the Red Light District again, my name Luo Lin will be written backwards!”

Luo Lin cursed through gritted teeth. Fortunately, though Niu Zi had been pounded into a tree, he managed to survive half his life thanks to his thick layer of fat, and now lay groaning in the next room. Those maids were also unharmed because Luo Lin diverted the cultists’ attention.

Creak—

Just as Luo Lin was secretly celebrating, the ornate carved wooden door to the master bedroom was gently pushed open a crack.

A fluffy cat-eared maid poked half her head in and carefully reported: “Young Master, a guest has come to visit you…”

“Not seeing! Not seeing! Don’t you see I’m a severely injured person here?” Luo Lin waved his bandage-wrapped hand irritably. “Must be those fair-weather friends from the Imperial Capital. They’re always around for fun and food, but now they come to pretend to care? Tell them all to get lost! I only find it noisy!”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Before the maid could withdraw, a clear, cold voice like breaking jade came from outside the door, with dangerous chill. “Even this princess you won’t see? Young Master Luo Lin has quite the air of authority now.”

Serra above!

This voice!

Luo Lin shuddered all over. Ignoring the pain of his bones feeling shattered, he shot up from the bed like a spring, his bandages almost bursting.

The door was pushed fully open.

Alice Akhia walked slowly into the room.

Today she hadn’t worn that cumbersome royal robe. Instead, she wore a slightly casual yet still beautiful off-shoulder pure white gauze dress. Actually, she looked good in anything. Her lustrous collarbone glowed dazzlingly white in the afternoon sun.

Her signature cherry-pink long hair was loosely tied back with a plain ribbon, a few stray strands sticking lazily to her long, swan-like neck.

Below the hem were her slightly plump but shapely long legs. But today she had changed into a pair of thinner, flesh-colored thigh-high socks, the lace edges clinging tightly to her fair skin, stepping in delicate brown leather shoes.

With every step, she exuded a pure and seductive tension that made Luo Lin’s heart skip a beat.

“Al-Alice? Why are you here?” Luo Lin swallowed dryly.

Alice did not answer immediately. Her beautiful, light cherry-colored eyes looked Luo Lin up and down at his miserable bandaged state, a trace of heartache flashing in them

“Hmph, I just happened to pass by and see if the future heir of the Morsat family really was stupid enough to get killed on his own family’s territory.”