As the saying goes, books are the ladder of progress.
This phrase was vividly demonstrated on Aurina.
Aurina had progressed now—in height.
She, who was one meter forty tall including her horns, sat on three thick books, with her notebook spread out on the desk.
That was the one Richard had given her, hoping she would develop a habit of loving to write.
Aurina flipped through page by page; the scrawled dragon language and her impromptu drawings recorded Richard’s weaknesses, full of “malice”—all her painstaking work.
Aurina was very satisfied with it.
Inside were recorded by her—the unique, historically unprecedented, ten-time consecutive red dragon champion, the greatest red dragon—the terrifying knowledge.
Richard fears tongue licking; when she clamps his head with her thighs, he gets scared and his heartbeat speeds up… and the effectiveness of various little girl spells on him.
“If Richard discovered this book,” Aurina flipped through the notebook, happily muttering to herself, “he would surely scream once, tremble all over, sweat profusely, and then draw his sword, shouting something like holy slash, wanting to kill this king on the spot.”
(As for why it was him screaming once—because when Aurina was little, the little red dragons in the valley held a contest for whose dragon voice was the most powerful. No first place was decided, because no one submitted to anyone. But everyone agreed on the last place, and that was him.)
No choice—who made this king’s world-shocking wisdom able to quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly reveal the enemy’s fatal weaknesses?
She pointed at the notebook and said, “From now on, you’re the ‘Pack Animal Scalp Tingling, Trembling All Over, Sweating Profusely Book’.”
The book didn’t respond; Aurina could understand.
After all, being appointed by her, being scared stupid was a very normal thing.
She continued flipping, turning to the back of the book.
Inside recorded the terrifying fiancée spell; with it, even a female little bug like Sophia could easily control Richard—far above little girl spells.
About this secret spell, Aurina knew very little.
Even though Sophia had been conquered by her, she only revealed a bit, and about that bit, Aurina didn’t think it was all, or even true.
Tolerate his two-headed dragon, kiss him… simple, too simple.
Only kissing was the hardest; she hadn’t kissed a male yet.
Kissing a piece of wood, a beast, even a green little snack was simple—she had tried kissing and licking green little snacks before eating them; supposedly, it made the little snacks tastier.
But in fact, it just made the green little snacks scream more vigorously.
Richard was different from other little bugs; anyway, kissing him was pretty hard.
But it wasn’t insurmountable; was it really that simple?
So simple to enslave the strong with the weak.
Aurina decided to find an opportunity to thoroughly spy out all of Sophia’s fiancée spell secrets.
It just so happened they were preparing some little bug ceremony called a wedding; this Aurina understood, very well.
Female little bugs would dress up prettily on this day; she had done it many times, snatching away favored female little bugs at wedding ceremonies—usually long-eared ones.
The female little bugs were always scared out of their wits, sometimes crying out loud, but upon learning they wouldn’t be eaten, but instead mated with, they often weren’t afraid anymore.
Some resisted fiercely, others said, “Better than marrying him anyway.”
Anyway, reactions varied; Aurina didn’t know the principles behind them, and was too lazy to understand.
Aurina put her pair of little feet on the desk, her ten toes moving along with her thoughts.
She figured it out: it must be because after completing the wedding ceremony, the fiancée spell levels up.
But the cost is a bit high, and it can only be cast on one target.
So if enslaved to a not-so-powerful male, they’d be very unhappy.
If enslaved to a powerful male, then fierce resistance.
Aurina felt she was vaguely approaching the truth, but just approaching.
Anyway, the snatched female little bugs, most of them immersed in it.
She suddenly remembered that in the past, many, many female little bugs asked if they could marry her, even as one of many wives.
Recalling now, it was a bit scary.
Good grief, turns out they had their eyes on this king, wanting to ride on this king’s head.
Not just female little bugs, but other female dragons too.
Take those gold dragons who liked to follow all sorts of inexplicable ancient rules, for example; they loved to ask, can we get married?
From then on, one life, one world, one pair of dragons, raising offspring together.
Recalling now, a chill ran down Aurina’s back—really too scary.
She had actually walked past so many female dragon traps.
Worthy of being the greatest red dragon in the world; even ignorant, not a single trap hit.
Something lit up in Aurina’s mind.
She suddenly remembered that Richard had also said something about one life, one world, one pair of people.
Aurina sucked in a cold breath.
Sophia was terrifying; the fiancée spell had already penetrated Richard’s marrow, so early on.
She couldn’t sit still; time was tight, couldn’t casually sleep.
Aurina closed the book, opened her mouth, and stuffed the book in, solemnly taking off the orange dragon kitty hat on her head.
Her two little hands held up the chubby orange dragon.
“Meow?”
The orange dragon meowed.
Aurina’s pair of golden dragon eyes looked at it, very serious. “Gold coins?”
“Meow?”
Aurina directly tossed the poor cat up; her two hands quickly spun it, making it rotate rapidly in the air like a washing machine drum.
The orange dragon yelled, “Meow!!!!”
Aurina’s hands caught the spinning orange dragon; it stopped, but the cat tail still spun like a propeller.
“Not a single gold, not a single shiny tribute—truly a useless descendant.”
“Meow~~.”
The orange dragon sadly lowered its head.
Aurina put it on the desk; the orange dragon squatted, its plump furry belly covering its two paws.
“Now go quickly, scout information—scout all about marriage, Sophia, Richard’s information; otherwise, this king will eat you.”
The orange dragon lay down, exposing its belly to Aurina.
Aurina rubbed it, feeling like the orange dragon was hungry, so she held it and opened the window, directly tossing it out, then vomiting toward the outside.
Clatter.
In Frostsilver’s big ship’s kitchen, various mysteriously disappeared ingredients fell on the grass.
Steak, herring slices, ham… all there.
The orange dragon emerged from the small pile of food mountain; a piece of fatty lamb covered its cat head, and it chewed a piece of meat in its mouth.
“Meow!”
It called once, then directly leaped and fled.
Not long after, cats appeared one by one from the walls—some jumping from roofs to walls, some from trees.
“Meow.”
The ingredient pile was immediately surrounded by kitties.
Aurina closed the window; next, leave it to her useless descendants to handle.
Even if useless, not a single gold, but at least the blood of one who killed seven dread dragons in one blow flows in their veins.
She jumped down from the book cushion and walked out the door.
As for what to do, she didn’t know.
Sophia’s mansion covered a large area—red tiles, white columns; courtyard walls divided into square courtyards.
In the courtyards were carved statues, planted with flowers.
Not any precious flower species, nor finely tended; often saw “unmanaged” weeds spreading to the steps—far inferior to the imperial palace in the capital.
But Aurina didn’t care about such details; in her view, they were all about the same—little bugs’ stone nests.
The only way to distinguish high and low was shiny gold.
Aurina walked barefoot in the corridor, thinking whether to take away the gold from Sophia’s lair.
Anyway, she couldn’t make her bear dragon offspring now… her family had little gold light, but Aurina didn’t mind; she didn’t even mind for herself.
But the crown of her head was buzzing, threatening her.
The pack animal was still there.
“Gah.”
Aurina punched the stone pillar beside her; dust fell from the pillar’s cracks.
Aurina looked; the pillar was stacked with stone bricks, not a whole carved stone.
Just the brick seams filled with white unknown stuff, so it looked like one pillar.
The noisy little bug voices got noisier, and were approaching.
“It’s a dragon.”
“Wise dragon Aurina.”
A group of little bugs from who knows where—all young men and women—suddenly surrounded her, about to encircle even her back.
Aurina subconsciously backed against the pillar, baring her teeth at these disrespectful little bugs, hands clenched into claws. “Roar.”
A brown-haired woman said, “So cute.”
“Careful, don’t anger her,” another young man with an ashen face said.
“Lord Richard said, no one should anger Aurina; she will kill without hesitation.”
“I’m not angering her; besides, she’s a wise dragon.”
“Wise dragon?” Aurina tilted her head.
“Everyone says you’re a good dragon; saved many, many slaves, and ate the slave owner.”
They chattered one after another; anyway, the gist was that Aurina wasn’t an inherently evil red dragon, but a good dragon.
She was clever, brave, and hated evil like an enemy; to destroy the infamous Black Boar mercenary group, she pretended to be captured alone.
Aurina didn’t care; she cared more about this group of little bugs’ height issue.
The few in front squatting to talk to her were fine, but those standing behind—really.
Eyes but no recognition of the giant dragon!
Aurina said, “You’re too contemptuous of this king.”
The brown-haired woman was stunned. “Who?”
Aurina put one hand on her hip, the other raised pointing at the people standing behind her. “Daring to overlook the future dragon king.”
Everyone burst into laughter.
They laughed and squatted down. “Okay, okay, squatting down, I’m squatting down.”
“Hmph.” Aurina wasn’t satisfied, but for now, spared this group of little bugs’ lives; she said, “Tell me about Richard and Sophia’s wedding.”
“Oh right,” she said. “I’m Sophia’s cousin; the wedding is in a week, and we’ve been invited to stay for a while.”
Someone whispered in discussion, seeming to deliberate what question was appropriate.
Aurina’s ears heard clearly yet unclearly; anyway, the high-frequency word was pedophile.
“Right,” one asked. “Respected wise dragon—”
“Call this king the dragon king of kings.”
He then forced back a smile and said, “Great dragon king of kings, when you ride on Richard’s head, clamping his head with your pair of legs—is it his request or?”
Aurina asked, “He’s mine, so I ride him.”
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