At the same time.
Primrose keenly caught Mom’s movement. She silently looked at Clotilde. Clotilde felt her scalp tingle under those silver eyes and immediately understood.
Therefore, she deeply lowered her head, almost pressing her chin to the ground, and actively moved close to Lin Naiyue’s hand. Even so, Lin Naiyue could only barely touch a spot a bit below her lower jaw. But still, she managed to touch her.
“It’s possible, but…”
Lin Naiyue gently touched. It was warm. And a little rough.
Just then, Primrose asked:
“You can’t transform into human form?”
“…”
Clotilde’s tone faltered. She replied weakly:
“I can…”
Before the words faded.
“What? Little Clotilde can become human? She must be an adorable girl, right!”
Lin Naiyue suddenly became interested. On Clotilde’s arrogant dragon face, two streams of tears like wide noodles flowed down. She didn’t dare to disobey at all.
Thus, her massive dragon body began to glow with an ice‑blue light. The huge body was wrapped in a dazzling yet not blinding ice‑blue radiance. Within the light, the massive silhouette rapidly contracted.
Primrose watched this scene, silently complaining in her heart.
‘The classic moment has arrived. Monster bosses from other worlds, as long as they can become human, nine times out of ten they won’t be ugly brutes but rather beautiful girls that hit the spot for a certain fetish.’
Sure enough, a petite figure slowly appeared before everyone. The ice‑blue halo, like shattered glass, peeled off from the air bit by bit. Eventually dissipated in the cold air.
Lin Naiyue’s eyes lit up. She couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Wow—”
The light faded. The girl had translucent ice‑blue long hair with a bit of lazy dishevelment. The ends naturally curled into soft arcs, setting off her fair and delicate oval face. What caught the most attention was above her temples: she grew two palm‑sized ice crystal dragon horns pointing upward and slanting backward. That was the humanoid form of degenerated dragon horns, translucent, reflecting the faint light of the snowfield. The girl’s slender, thick eyelashes also showed a faint ice‑blue color.
Clotilde reluctantly opened her eyes. In those ice‑blue pupils was imprinted a perfectly symmetrical six‑petal snowflake pattern. At her neckline was tied an ice crystal pendant shaped like a six‑petal snowflake. She wore an exquisite pure white translucent snow robe, and inside was a dark blue long dress. At her waist and cuffs hung several strings of fluffy small snowball decorations. Not only that, around Clotilde’s body continuously drifted translucent snowflake effects. Those snowflakes were born from the void and slowly dissipated at her feet, making her seem like a snow spirit from a fairy tale.
“Ah— She really is an incredibly, incredibly cute girl!”
Lin Naiyue clasped her hands together. The maternal love on her face was almost overflowing.
Clotilde stood in the snow, gently tugged at her own skirt, her face full of humiliation. To think that she, the overlord of the Miracle Snowfield, an extinction‑level existence, a Dragon Sovereign! Now, just to survive, had turned into this soft little human girl form. But what could she do? Beside her, that terrifying deity whose panel was a mess of error codes was still staring at her.
“Since you’ve shrunk, that makes it easy.”
Lin Naiyue smiled and stepped forward. Clotilde instinctively wanted to step back. She was a dragon. Even if she shrunk, she still had dignity! How could she let an ordinary human approach so casually? However, just as she was about to retreat, she met Primrose’s calm silver eyes. With just one look, Clotilde froze completely. Her legs seemed nailed into the snow, unable to move anymore.
She slowly closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, like heading to the execution ground. She bent down with extreme resentment and actively offered her head to Lin Naiyue.
Lin Naiyue reached out, gently placed her hand on that ice‑blue hair.
“Huh?”
She blinked, somewhat surprised. Then casually rubbed Clotilde’s little head.
“What’s wrong?” Primrose asked.
“These snowflakes… They’re warm.” Lin Naiyue pointed at the snowflakes falling around Clotilde, her tone full of wonder.
Primrose was also a little surprised. Logically speaking, the temperature around an ice‑element monster should be lower instead. This world that had evolved for a thousand years really had quite a few new things she didn’t know.
At this moment, Clotilde felt the gentle touch on her head. This was a feeling she had never experienced in over twenty thousand years. The Ice Snow Dragon clan, from a young age, would leave their parents and live alone. She had never been petted on the head by a mother like this. She had thought human touch would disgust her, but Lin Naiyue’s hand was very warm, and her movements were like soothing a frightened kitten. Even the draconic irritability deep in her bones gradually calmed down.
However, after hearing Lin Naiyue say her snowflakes were warm, Clotilde immediately put her hands on her hips, lifted her chin slightly, and explained with a hint of small pride:
“Dragon body temperature is naturally higher than you humans. And these snowflakes are the manifestation of this dragon’s magic.”
She raised her head, those ice‑blue eyes with snowflake patterns looked at Lin Naiyue.
“My magic is affected by body temperature. The snowflakes condensed are of course warm.”
After Primrose heard, a comment popped into her mind.
‘Isn’t this just a portable warm pack… a walking two‑dimensional life‑sized figure?’
But in this icy environment, this ability was quite practical. And her own divine body was temperature‑constant and could affect the surrounding environment. As long as one got close to her, regardless of heat or cold, one could maintain the most comfortable temperature. The effect was about the same.
“I see! How amazing! Warm and cozy, it feels so nice to touch, like hugging a hot water bottle.”
Lin Naiyue rubbed even more vigorously. Clotilde’s face reddened at a visible speed. Of course, not from shyness, from anger.
Hot water bottle?! She, the dignified Ice Snow Dragon, was being compared to a hot water bottle! Although she had no idea what a hot water bottle was, just the thought of being associated with a bag made her feel especially embarrassed for a dragon.
But… that hand constantly stroking her fur really felt so good… Clotilde couldn’t help letting out a very faint whimper, like a cat that had been thoroughly petted.
Since the matter was decided, Clotilde also accepted her fate. She turned around, prepared to walk ahead to lead the way. Now, she could only pray that later she might get a chance to slack off.
The group was about to follow, but Dolores stopped. She turned around, looked at the Church Crusade Army still kneeling in the snow in the distance, raised her hand, pointed to the direction she came from.
“There’s a snow pit over there. Inside is the body of a Church deacon. Although it’s already rotten beyond recognition, I still hope you can bring her back.”
Hearing this, Augustus was stunned.