Chapter 43: Morning Matters
The moonlight poured into Fisher’s bedroom like a natural blanket. He lay awake, staring out at the moonlight. Beneath the massive round moon, countless shadows hidden in the light swirled, painting the colors of night.
Beside him, crimson rose hair spread out freely. Raphael gently draped one hand over his shoulder, her beautiful face resting against Fisher’s neck. Each breath was filled with his scent, lulling her into a deep sleep.
She was already sound asleep, yet her limbs and tail wrapped around Fisher. In particular, her assertive tail playfully poked out from under the blankets, occasionally twitching, as if dreaming of something joyful.
The once hard scales of the Dragon Race had become smooth in Fisher’s arms, radiating warmth like skin. The softness was enchanting, stirring Fisher’s passions.
The reproductive potential of the Dragon Race was quite astonishing. The original Fisher would never have such strong desires, but the benefits were evident; even Raphael could satisfy him. In some sense, Fisher had already surpassed humanity.
Upon thinking this, he facepalmed in frustration. Raphael stirred slightly due to his movement, then propped herself up, rubbing her eyes.
Fisher turned to look at her, thinking she had woken up, but found her eyes still closed. She merely adjusted her position and settled back comfortably against Fisher, not moving.
Silence enveloped the room, and Fisher’s thoughts raced unnaturally quickly. His mind began connecting all the clues he had observed over the past few days.
First, Feilon had an abnormal objective regarding him and his group.
His original target should have been Raphael and the other Dragon Race, but he probably hadn’t anticipated Fisher’s interruption. Therefore, Fisher’s presence was unexpected for him.
What was Feilon’s goal with these Dragons?
Fisher suddenly began questioning a simple problem: why did Feilon have such wealth?
The first possibility was that he had a continuous source of backing behind him. In that case, there must be a reason for their support, either economic or political.
However, under the constraints of the “Southern Continent Protection Act,” political motives seemed quite awkward. If it were political, he should be expanding territory as much as possible instead of sheltering Subhumans and forming alliances with the City Lord of Shivali.
If it were for economic purposes, whether or not he had backing became less relevant. Feilon must have a product lineup with high economic benefits, likely related to Subhumans. Only then could it explain why he kept so many Subhumans in the Inner City and why he needed a certain number of them.
Moreover, this product couldn’t be simply buying and selling Subhumans. While such trade could yield some profit, it couldn’t cover the costs of running such a large city; otherwise, slave traders would already be exceedingly wealthy.
This meant his product was likely something unique and immensely valuable, needing only a limited quantity of Subhumans, and requiring deep processing by him, something little known to others.
Fisher suddenly recalled the metal cylindrical containers he had seen being moved by soldiers with Raphael before.
So, what were those things?
Fisher couldn’t come up with an answer for now. Based on what he had seen, he really couldn’t think of anything so valuable that didn’t require mass production costs.
But one thing was clear: Feilon had ill intentions towards him and Raphael.
Fisher had already sensed Feilon making small moves while watching the Saintess Choir. He had prepared to turn hostile, but after answering Feilon’s question, he suddenly backed off.
He saw something in himself that was of the same value as Raphael and the others from the Dragon Race. He wouldn’t easily act against them before securing it.
In the meantime, Fisher needed to resupply in the city, so he could confront Feilon and then head straight to Krit Port.
Fisher exhaled deeply, then reached over to stroke the crimson hair of the girl beside him.
The Crimson Dragon Queen, huh?
In Fisher’s eyes, she still had many immature aspects. Due to her ignorance of humanity, driven by hatred and anger, she often made impulsive decisions unknowingly, leaving Fisher speechless.
But the more time they spent together, the clearer it became to him that the still immature girl before him would undoubtedly grow into the prophesied “Crimson Dragon Queen.” One day, as time refined her, she would become strong, wise, and unmatched on the Southern Continent.
As a human, he should do everything to crush her while she was still in her unripe state, preventing her from radiating a brilliance like the sun.
Fisher gazed at Raphael’s sleeping face for a long time, yet he didn’t make any move.
Only as the moonlight intensified did someone gently embrace the crimson Dragoness, accompanied by Fisher’s somewhat indistinct murmurs.
“You are truly selfish, Fisher.”
“Ah.”
Morning sunlight spilled onto Raphael’s face as she opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling of the room. After several seconds, she seemed to grasp what had happened the night before.
In a flurry of alarm and shyness, she turned to glance at the empty space beside her, only to find it completely vacant. Soon, the embarrassment and panic vanished, replaced by a profound emptiness and loss.
Perhaps that human just viewed last night as a punishment, having no understanding of the importance of a Suitable Tail Partner to a Dragon. Ha, after all, humans were so casual about mating; they couldn’t compare to Dragons at all.
But his scent still lingered on the bed.
Raphael’s tail weakly thumped the bed, looking to where Fisher had slept the night before, lost in thought.
After a long wait, she finally got out of bed. As she turned around, she spotted Fisher by the bedside, clad in new, neat Nali attire, holding a book, legs crossed, expressionless as he gazed at her.
Raphael’s face instantly flushed, and she pulled the covers to conceal her body from Fisher’s view.
“Fisher! Wh-wh-what are you doing in my room?”
“If I’m not in the room, where would I be?”
“I thought… No, why didn’t you make any noise?!”
Did that mean he had seen all her movements since she got up? Even so, he managed to remain silent, teasing her without a word?
What a terrible human!
“I was focused on studying how to improve your magic.”
He was actually watching Raphael, but Fisher refused to admit it, which only made her more furious.
“Now that you’re awake, quickly wash up. We’ll go downstairs for breakfast, then in the afternoon, we’ll take Ral and the others to the city for supplies.”
Seeing her awake, Fisher closed the book and stood up.
Raphael pouted and complied, watching the tall Fisher put the book back beside his belongings. Suddenly, she had an unrealistic thought.
Could Fisher have been sitting here waiting for her to wake up?
Or did he just coincidentally see her awaken?
This human always left her confused.
Although she still felt somewhat unpleasant, it seemed that strange emptiness was filled, and she no longer felt as cold and sad.
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