Because Aurina smelled the scent of blood—that “nose”-familiar bloody smell was Richard’s.
Mixed with some rusty iron taste.
It must be the little bugs’ weird magical ritual—the discipline whip ceremony.
Like a shark, she keenly captured the bloody scent in the air and ran quickly.
Corners ahead came one after another, then left one after another, so fast they blurred into afterimages.
The servants nearby were startled, nearly tipping the plates in their hands.
In no time, Richard’s back appeared in Aurina’s eyes.
She happily opened her mouth, revealing a smile, and pounced fiercely, leaping up, spreading her legs in the air, easily clamping his head.
The familiar feeling of the “throne” came from under her butt; all the little bugs around were a head shorter than Aurina, and she could overlook their heads.
“Richard!” Aurina lowered her head, happily calling his name.
Under Aurina’s hidden, quick, and fierce ambush, the strongest little bug lived up to his name as the strongest; he only staggered once before standing steady.
Aurina always thought the little bugs’ two-legged upright walking was the most unstable, far inferior to their true dragons’ four-legged walking.
Richard called out, “Aurina!”
It didn’t sound happy; Aurina dared say his back was full of whip marks—perhaps this was one of the fiancée spell rituals.
She might have hurt him just now, like a long, long time ago, when she hurt females.
But Aurina wasn’t afraid; she even raised her head, because she occupied the high ground—raising her head, Richard couldn’t reach.
Aurina responded, “Hey!”
With that, her legs rubbed against his ears. “Hurry up and walk.”
Sophia’s gaze fixed on the white-stockinged legs beside Richard’s head, and she said, “Aurina, I hope you get down from my fiancé’s head, okay?”
“No,” Aurina said. “He’s my pack animal.”
Richard said, “Dear, let me handle—”
“No, dear, I’ll do it.”
Sophia raised her head, using the hand wearing the wedding ring to grab Richard’s right hand.
Now Richard wasn’t clad in armor, naturally no gauntlets either; their ten fingers interlaced, and she raised Richard’s right hand—the wedding ring on Richard’s finger was clear as day.
“I need to make this clear today; if we continue to raise Aurina…”
Sophia looked at their fingers—yes, the wedding ring on Richard’s finger was crystal clear, but on her own finger?
She was startled. “Where’s my wedding ring?”
Sophia looked up and saw Aurina fiddling with the wedding ring.
“… Twenty-one gold coins.” Aurina tried slipping it onto her finger; it fit.
“My wedding ring!”
Yes, yes—that’s the taste.
Aurina laughed happily. “Hee hee hee.”
Richard sighed and said, “This is what I wanted to say.”
With that, Richard raised his hand, palm up. “Aurina, hurry and return the stolen wedding ring.”
“You can’t knock my head.” To be safe, Aurina even shook her head left and right. “You can’t knock my noggin.”
As soon as the words fell, Aurina’s tail base was slapped hard, numbing the base.
“Gah!”
“If you don’t want me to drag you down and spank you.”
If spanked, that would be unacceptable? The dread dragon absolutely wouldn’t accept such insult.
Aurina had no choice but to toss the shiny little thing; her tail curled in the air, placing it on Richard’s palm.
“Dear.” Richard returned the wedding ring to Sophia.
Sophia let go, took the wedding ring, and slipped it onto her finger; she raised her head, wanting to say something more to Aurina.
But Aurina had a sour face, because the pack animal had done another bad thing—stealing treasure from a true dragon’s hand.
Yet Sophia’s eyes shook, and she dazed for a moment; in that brief daze, she saw that riding on Richard was no longer Aurina, but a sky-covering red dragon.
What it rode was not her fiancé Richard, but perched on the doomsday volcano.
The firelight from the surging lava in the doomsday volcano fell on its dark red scales, unable to cover the scales’ color.
It grinned in laughter—the dread dragon’s death smile; those pillar-like sharp teeth, that tongue capable of sweeping up everyone in a palace hall—none failed to make one tremble in fear.
Sophia stood stunned; that scene flashed and disappeared.
So short that Richard didn’t even notice.
Was it because she was the dread dragon’s daughter?
Sophia immediately said, “You educate her.”
“Huh?”
Sophia said, “In the future, family education absolutely can’t lack the father; you adapt first too.”
“No problem.”
“Got time?”
Aurina said; she suddenly had an idea—she could totally fight Richard, and ponder his weaknesses during the fight.
“Let’s go hack at each other.”
“Hack at each other?” Richard said. “Do you mean sword fighting?”
“Yes, yes.”
“What weapon?”
“The one you used to kill the dread dragon.”
“Greatsword?”
Richard said. “You’re so short; sword fighting with me, you’ll be at a disadvantage.”
Sophia beside said, “Richard, you’re not really going to sword fight with Aurina, are you?”
“Use wooden swords; it’ll be fine.”
Worthy of the strongest little bug—so vigilant; how could wood compare to steel?
“What wood?” Aurina said. “If using, use steel.”
“Okay,” Richard said. “You use greatsword, I use longsword; I’ll find a practice steel sword, try to make it fair in length.”
“Good!”
“Dear,” Sophia said. “Your family education is too violent; she’s still so small, yet you want her to swing a greatsword and sword fight with you.”
“She’s a true dragon.”
Aurina raised her hands and shook her white-stockinged dragon legs. “Dragon!”
Sophia said, “Don’t educate our children like this in the future.”
A group of people approached ahead; leading was Sophia’s father, walking with a wooden leg, blind in one eye; behind him various relatives and friends.
Seeing the two people and one dragon—especially Aurina riding on Richard’s head; her white-stockinged little meaty legs like two streams of milk flowing from a pot spout, flowing down both sides of Richard’s cheeks.
The smile on his face disappeared at once. “Son-in-law, truly seeing is believing.”
Aurina didn’t know what they were talking about, nor wanted to understand what they said.
If Sophia was weak, then her father was tiny as gravel.
Back in the room, the door closed.
“Aurina.” The pack animal below sounded like something big.
“What?” Aurina bent down, her soft belly against his head, asking face to face.
“Don’t do this anymore,” Richard said. “Don’t always stick to me, stick to my head; always rub my ears with the inside of your thighs; skirt hem always brushing my cheeks—anyway, don’t ride on my head anymore.”
Shocked—the pack animal was rebelling.
“What?!” Aurina said. “You dare rebel? This king doesn’t show power, and you think I’m a fake dragon?”
Thinking this, Aurina tried to unleash the most, most, most terrifying true dragon’s might she had possessed since her rebirth.
Aurina opened her mouth, revealing white shark teeth; her two hands clenched into the most lethal shape, able to easily—definitely easily tear something apart.
Richard said, “I know you’re unintentional, but… sorry, can’t means can’t.”
A huge force came from Aurina’s tail, yanking her down fiercely.
“Gah!”
Aurina came down from her throne; even though she clamped her legs, her soft white legs still slid past his neck.
Fortunately, Aurina reacted quickly; her calves crossed each other, ankles hooked together, stopping the trend of falling off the throne.
“You can’t, and absolutely can’t,” Aurina roared. “Defeat the great this king, pull this king off the throne!”
Richard used his other hand to tightly grab Aurina’s ankle—so forcefully.
Fingers sank into the ankle; Aurina only felt a burst of pain; he forcefully pulled apart her hooked ankles.
The throne on Richard’s shoulder moved away from Aurina; she stretched her hand, grabbing toward it.
“No no no! This king’s throne.”
Aurina’s butt hit the ground, she rolled on the floor, then stood up; Richard seemed to want to catch her.
Aurina got on all fours, poised to pounce, wanting to reclaim her throne.
But Richard faced Aurina directly—in combat stance; she had no chance, no chance to snatch back her thing.
Aurina asked loudly, “Because you’re getting married?”
Richard said, “You can understand it that way.”
Aurina sucked in a cold breath; the fiancée spell was really too strong—now developing to the marriage ceremony, even stronger.
Little girl spells compared to it were like Aurina’s weak sister compared to the dread dragon.
Aurina stood up from the ground; though she despised the little bugs’ standing method, this way, after losing her throne, could make her a bit taller.
He said, “Sorry.”
“Begging for mercy now is too late,” Aurina said. “This king has noted it down; there’ll be plenty of time for you to regret later.”
With that, Aurina’s belly was hungry, so she jumped out the window.
Richard’s voice came from behind Aurina. “Where are you going?”
“To eat at the silver shiny one’s.”
Aurina jumped onto the courtyard wall, legs pushing hard, jumping toward the sky, transforming into dragon form, soaring to the heavens.
Wait—wait until this king eats her fill, then settle accounts with you.
Thinking so, Aurina flapped her wings harder; in no time, she flew to the port, where Frostsilver’s ship was docked; she was right on the deck.
She transformed into human form and fell from the sky.
“This is your first time coming as a dragon,” Frostsilver said without lifting her head, flipping through a thick book.
Aurina was about to say something when Frostsilver’s servant brought over a stepladder.
This was Aurina’s pack animal substitute; after eating here a few times, she tried several, picking the best replacement.
Aurina immediately climbed up; the feeling of overlooking all beings returned.
Just the empty feeling between her legs really made the dragon sad—like after Aurina’s rebirth, losing her male prowess.
“This thing is really bad,” Aurina said, trying to walk like a crab on the stepladder.
“This is what you picked,” Frostsilver raised her head and said.
“What’s wrong? My dear niece, were you abandoned by Richard?”
Niece was the address Frostsilver insisted on these days; she said, can’t call her a distant female relative.
And made Aurina call her aunt.
Aurina hated the “female” in it.
This king was going to restore male prowess—just temporarily trapped in this small female body.
“Call me Aurina,” Aurina said. “Not abandoned—someone wants to steal my property.”
“Is it because he’s getting married?”
Aurina quickly looked at her.
“You know the little bugs’ marriage ceremony?”
“Very well,” Frostsilver took off her gold-rimmed glasses, placing them on the open book.
“At the same time, I know dragons well; I know what you mean.”