Chapter 699: Main Text Extra · Main Line · Kerl
“Ah? What do you mean how did I win? You don’t know? On the front lines, I was incredibly heroic! I saw that group of humans not even trying to dodge, countless spells and bullets just grazed over my head. Look, you see my tail? This piece here is a souvenir from that battle!”
As the sun gradually set in the western sky, the atmosphere in Twilight Valley, illuminated by the afterglow, was bustling at the Red Dragon Court, with most residents hurrying towards the Floral Pavilion; today seemed to be an important day.
At this moment, in a circular tiered square near the Floral Pavilion forest, a yellow-scaled dragonman was raising his wine cup, gesticulating flamboyantly. In front of him, a dozen children from dragonmen and subhuman races watched him with stars in their eyes, eagerly anticipating him to continue.
Even during his brief moments of drinking, several small ones could not help but tug at his pant legs and sleeves, urging him on,
“And then? Then what, Uncle Bull?”
“Yeah, Dad, what happened next? Were there a lot of enemies? What did those humans look like? Where were you fighting at that time?”
These subhuman kids had never seen decent humans before; while there were humans in the Dragon Court, they always thought that the humans from the Western Continent were a different species than those from the Southern Continent.
As Bull gulped down a steaming mouthful of alcohol, the sharp scent of alcohol surged from his mouth, even brightening up his entire magical circuit.
Due to having soul horns, dragonmen started utilizing substances like souls and magic long ago. Although they were not as proficient as humans in magic, the magical liquor they brewed was exceptional. Legend has it that even Feima Baharon would get drunk off the fine wine crafted by dragonmen—no wonder Raphael previously said that all human spirits were just water.
Bull exhaled a satisfied breath. Although the alcoholic steam he expelled didn’t ignite into flames, it still scared the nearby small children into retreating, as there were quite a few young subhumans around; it wouldn’t be fun if he accidentally burned off their fur.
Such drinks were considered top-notch for dragonmen. Bull let out a belch and then continued to describe animatedly,
“Then, suddenly the sky lit up, it was truly earth-shaking, as if it were the end of days! At this critical moment, I, Bull, the commander of the Third Legion of the Dragon Court, stepped forward, raised the banner, and charged ahead! And then… ouch!”
“Thud!”
While Bull was speaking, a gentle fist suddenly hit his head, startling him into quickly turning around, only to see Mill holding a yellow-scaled little dragon girl, angrily staring at him.
“Bull, I told you the banquet is about to start. You’re still secretly drinking here, and in front of our son!”
“Hehe, Mill, and my little darling Kerl, where did you bring Kerl back from?”
“I just returned from Lord Raphael, discussing a bit of… personal matters.”
“Personal matters? What personal matters?”
“The personal matters of female dragons, don’t ask.”
Bull scratched his head, and as Mill’s suitable tail partner, his scales instantly flattened down. He hurriedly set down his wine cup and walked over to Mill to take their daughter from her arms.
But at that moment, two representatives from the minor group behind them were displeased.
The two little yellow dragonmen, sons of Mill and Bull, hurriedly ran to their mother’s side, hugging her leg and throwing a fit,
“Mom, let Dad finish! He was just getting to the key point!”
“Yeah, Mom!”
Mill, infuriated, threw her little daughter into Bull’s arms, kicked one son away, and used her tail to grab the other around the waist while wrapping her arms around one more. After controlling them, she raised another available claw and smacked down hard.
The two sons instantly whimpered in pain. Seeing them quiet down, Mill finally spoke up,
“What more is there to say? Your dad hardly fought, the battle was won through a mess of confusion, and they probably didn’t even touch the enemy’s vanguard! If it weren’t for Lord Raphael, Lady Jasmine, and Mr. Fisher, there would be no victory today. That’s all there is to it.”
Although Mill was already of weaker strength among dragonmen, dealing with her two rough-and-tumble sons was effortless.
“Ah? We know Lord Raphael and Lady Jasmine; who is that Mr. Fisher? What race is he?”
“He must also be a dragonman; he has an ‘er’ at the end of his name too!”
“Sister Anar from the lion race also has an ‘er’; it’s not just dragons that have it!”
“Ah? I don’t know.”
Listening to his wife’s dismantling of the story, the group of little ones began to stir up noise again. Bull quickly hugged his daughter Kerl and prepared to make a getaway, saying,
“Okay, okay, let your parents deal with this. I’ll take my little darling to set up the venue. Don’t worry, nothing will happen! You help your mom, and I can’t manage you; no matter how you bring it, you’ll get scolded by your mother.”
“Don’t be careless; tonight is a celebration banquet, and there’s also a suitable tail ceremony later!”
“Got it, got it.”
Bull took his daughter and sneakily fled. The two sons were also being pulled away by Mill, who ignored their wails. In an instant, the group of little ones scattered like birds into the trees, returning to each of their mothers.
Yet Kerl in Bull’s arms looked puzzled, wagging her short little tail and asked her dad,
“Dad, what is the suitable tail ceremony for?”
“Kerl, you’re still too young to understand; even if I tell you, it won’t make sense. Hey, you just need to know that there will be good food later.”
Kerl nodded in confusion, although she didn’t fully understand it, it didn’t stop her from swallowing a mouthful of saliva, automatically holding her paw to her mouth, clearly tempted.
In fact, the suitable tail ceremony has been a very important event since the ancient Dragon Court. As the managing race of the Dragon Court, the pairing and reproduction of dragonmen has always been paramount.
As dragonmen only feel desire toward suitable tail partners, if there is no desire, they rarely have intentions for deeper interaction with the opposite sex. Therefore, ceremonies must often be held to forcibly gather groups of young, unpaired dragonmen together to increase the success rate of pairing, ensuring the continuation of their race.
Traditional suitable tail ceremonies include many activities, such as drinking, singing dragon songs, etc., but the main aspect is still dancing.
The initial ceremonies were quite elaborate; otherwise, young Raphael wouldn’t have been so annoyed by such activities that she ran out of the tribe with her sisters and got caught.
Now that the Dragon Court has been established, subhuman races live together, and the suitable tail ceremony has been altered in process, becoming a familial festival for all races outside the dragonmen, naturally involving the entire Dragon Court.
“Bull, come check if there’s enough wine over here!”
“Bull, we need help over here!”
Having just reached the activity central spot, the busy staff of the Blessing Tower called out to him from all directions, since he was Mill’s suitable tail partner; it was expected.
Bull sighed, feeling a little overwhelmed by the calls coming from all around. He pinched his little daughter’s cheek and murmured,
“I don’t know how Mill manages to care for you little treasures while helping out everywhere like this. It’s even more tiring than going into battle. Daddy will take you to Lady Aria; you just stay there and wait for dinner, okay?”
“Mm.”
Kerl obediently nodded. Usually, this daughter of his was quite bold, never afraid, and didn’t hide from anything she hadn’t seen before; she would even chase after things to investigate, often worrying her parents. It would be troublesome if she runs off later.
He simply brought her directly to the altar platform of the ceremony, where Raphael’s mother, Aria, was resting, relatively quiet, and with Fashir and Keshil there, he felt a bit more assured.
“Bull! Hurry over here!”
People continuously called for Bull, causing him to sweat profusely as he brought his daughter, Kerl, to the backstage. After taking a look at the quiet space, Bull patted his daughter’s back and instructed,
“You know Aunt Keshil and Aunt Fashir now, go find them and don’t run around here, alright?”
“Mm.”
Kerl nodded cutely, watching her dad leave the room before she cautiously walked inside, looking around for Aunt Keshil and Aunt Fashir’s figures.
The backstage was not quiet; faint voices like that of a duck speaking could be heard,
“Still worrying about the child’s soul issue… You should take a break; today is a grand festival for the Dragon Court, and hiding here alone is just too quiet.”
Curious, Kerl walked a bit further in and was the first to see a book floating in mid-air.
The book was flying and even speaking; it was from it that the previous voices came.
“Hey, I heard the banquet will have dancing later; I’m really looking forward to it. So many people will be watching, who are you going to ask to be your dance partner? Oh my gosh, it’s a life-or-death question!”
“…Why are you so happy?”
The one speaking had another male voice that didn’t sound angry at all; rather, there was a hint of spoiling and nine parts absent-mindedness.
Kerl wasn’t afraid at all; instead, she blinked her little eyes, curiously sneaking closer to the floating book that was about half her height.
“How can I not be happy? Hey, what if they actually start fighting publicly, getting all worked up, and splitting you in half!”
The book was still lost in its fantasies and didn’t notice that behind it, a young “hunter” had crept up behind it.
Kerl watched the book above and, like a springing tiger, leaped up, grabbing the struggling Emhart and pinning him to the ground. This sudden move nearly scared Emhart into fainting.
The little dragon girl Kerl just curiously pinned the squirming Emhart down, sizing up this “talking thing.”
“Help! Fisher! It’s Baemon! Baemon is coming to attack me!!”
“Awrooo!!”
Before the book could finish its cheeky words, Kerl leaped like a ferocious tiger, catching Emhart in her arms and pinning him down. The sudden action nearly scared Emhart into fainting.
But little dragon girl Kerl just curiously held the squirming Emhart down, sizing him up with her innocent eyes.
“Help!! Fisher!! It’s Baemon! Baemon is coming! Save me!!”
“Book monster!”
“Hehe…”
As a Mythical Rank, Fisher had already spotted this little one coming in; naturally, he also knew she had been targeting Emhart in mid-air, but he deliberately kept quiet, even pretending to be weak to lower Emhart’s guard more.
Now it was certainly caught red-handed.
Fisher stood up from his chair, seeing Kerl take a bite at the cover of Emhart’s book, scaring Emhart to emit a sharp screech, looking like the book was about to fly away.
With no choice, Fisher had to grab the little dragon girl by her collar, lifting her up along with the “monster” clamped in her “blood basin-like mouth” by his side. If this continued, the great Sir Book would surely faint.
“Little one, he’s not a monster; he’s my friend. Can you let him go?”
“You are that Mr. Fisher?”
He usually did not show his face outside. Although his actions had greatly affected the recent victory against the Green Dragon Court, he was still a person from the Western Continent and did not want to bring trouble to Raphael during the previous war.
“You know me?”
“Uh-huh, I’ve heard my mom mention your name. Just now, the book monster also said your name.”
Even being held by Fisher in the presence of a Mythical Rank, this little girl surprisingly showed no fear; instead, she continued biting into Emhart while gazing at Fisher with wide innocent eyes, giving a muddled answer.
Earlier, when he encountered Ral, Fisher had noticed that dragonmen seemed to have no fear of Mythical Ranks; this might be related to their half-god blood flowing within.
Even if they were not truly Mythical Beings, that noble bloodline pride was hard to extinguish.
Looking at the handsome human man before her, Kerl’s attention quickly shifted away from the “monster” she had bitten. She blinked, suddenly releasing her grip, allowing Emhart to escape, cursing as he ran out,
“Ah! You little brat, are you a dog? Look what you’ve done to the great Sir Book’s face?! Which family does this child belong to?!”
Fisher turned to look and noticed a row of bite marks on his book cover; surely, there would be another row behind it.
“Awrooo!”
Hearing this, Kerl opened her mouth again, feigning another bite, scaring Emhart into hurriedly stepping back, stumbling in panic,
“What are you doing?! Are you coming back for more?!”
Fisher couldn’t help but chuckle at the unexpectedly bold little girl as he lowered himself to her height, surveying her adorable upward gaze.
“…”
Fisher’s dark eyes flickered slightly; he hadn’t really had much fondness for children, especially little brats, but ever since learning that Raphael was pregnant, he found himself unable to ignore the little ones running around by Aria’s side. Particularly when he saw dragonmen’s children, he couldn’t help but dream about what his and Raphael’s child might look like if born.
Half-blood children generally carry features from their mothers, but in many respects, they also inherit their father’s traits.
He might be as bright and warm as light like Raphael, or perhaps reserved like himself, fond of studying bizarre and strange questions.
Hmm, after thinking a lot, he suddenly remembered that he still had no clue about the soul problem of Raphael’s stillborn, growing even more anxious.
For these past few days, he had mostly stayed in the royal court of the Blessing Tower, pondering with a troubled mind; just when he had resolved the crisis between the Dragon Court and the Southern Continent, Fisher plunged into another quandary, causing Emhart to nearly burst his book seal in two.
Seeing the adorable little dragonman in front of him, Fisher couldn’t help but remember these troubling matters. While he thought, he reached out and patted Kerl’s head.
She showed no fear, merely gazing at the Emhart on his shoulder, still looking like she wanted to bite him again.
“You are Mill and Bull’s daughter, right, little one?”
“Uh-huh, Kerl is Mommy and Daddy’s child.”
Every response from this little one astonished Fisher. He knew Mill and had met Bull; when he heard that Fisher had saved Raphael and the others, Bull even came to thank him. But he didn’t expect their child to be so bold because both Mill and Bull were of the gentle and timid type. He instinctively found it intriguing, sighing with astonishment, and said,
“Your personality is very different from your parents; you’re very brave, little one.”
But when Kerl heard Fisher’s words, she only pondered for a moment before innocently questioning back,
“Why should Kerl’s personality be the same as Daddy and Mommy?”
“…”
Fisher was slightly taken aback, and he couldn’t help but pet her head again, smiling as he replied,
“You’re right, little Kerl.”
“Mr. Fisher, are you in here?”
At that moment, a soft voice suddenly came from the doorway. Fisher looked up to see Jasmine, dressed in classical dragon court attire, walking in.
The Southern Continent is rich in metals, greatly influencing its culture. At that moment, Jasmine wore a light golden gown adorned with various precious metal jewelry, while a necklace made of agate and jade adorned her white forehead.
The circlet accentuated her beauty and grace.
The Dragon Court’s attire was quite simple, lacking the makeup commonly seen in the Western Continent. Instead, a thumb-sized eyeshadow made from some plant-derived red pigment highlighted the corners of her eyes, making her gaze bright.
On her naturally fair and smooth skin, the so-called emerald and agate were mere embellishments; what could truly be called a gem were perhaps Jasmine’s pair of blue eyes.
The pale gold clothing was specifically worn by the Dragon Court’s priestess, but due to its overly broad fit, the jewelry hanging from her neck swayed up and down like it was crossing mountains, and the shimmering metal pieces made Fisher unable to look away.
Jasmine quietly slipped in, glancing left and right, and immediately saw the little Dragon Race Keer, who was eagerly waiting in the center of the room.
“Keer, you’re here too!”
“Lady Jasmine.”
Keer called out to Jasmine in a childish voice, which made Jasmine smile, and she ran over to fondly pat Keer’s head.
“Such a good child, what are you doing here? Where are your father and mother?”
“My mom and I just came back from Lord Raphael, and they mentioned you, Lady Jasmine!”
“What, they mentioned me? What did they say?”
Jasmine paused slightly, and Fisher looked over curiously, while Keer innocently said,
“Lord Raphael asked mom about the baby. He also said that after having the baby, Mr. Fisher was so exhausted that he wouldn’t even be able to stay awake; thankfully, Lady Jasmine is helping out, otherwise Lord Raphael would have fainted in the hot spring! By the way, Lady Jasmine, did you go to the hot spring? It’s so fun!”
As Jasmine listened, she realized something was off and quickly covered Keer’s mouth with her hand, blushing furiously.
“Okay, okay, Keer, don’t say any more! What did you hear just now? You didn’t tell anyone else, did you?”
Fisher’s expression turned dark behind them, likely thinking Raphael shared some intimate matters with Mill, who was both a close sister and a married mother. They didn’t expect that this little Keer, despite her young age, remembered everything perfectly.
“No, because Lord Raphael and mom said not to tell others, but Mr. Fisher and Lady Jasmine are involved, not outsiders.”
Keer blinked, naively thinking Jasmine was truly asking her this question, and after a moment of thought, her bright eyes sparkled even more.
“By the way, Keer also heard a tremendous secret from Lord Raphael!”
“Tremendous secret?”
Keer covered her mouth but nodded, further piquing Jasmine’s curiosity.
“Can you tell me this secret?”
Keer shook her head and whispered,
“No, because Lady Jasmine is not involved. But you can tell Mr. Fisher, he is involved.”
“?”
Jasmine was suddenly hit with a question mark in her mind. Listening to Keer’s words, her first reaction was…
Is Raphael going to sneak off again?
Last time at the hot spring, they all said they would take a break; everyone was supposed to rest well, but Raphael couldn’t help but sneak off to find Fisher at the hot spring. Though she couldn’t resist either and went secretly, she had gone through quite a bit of mental struggle about it!
She was even thinking if she was being too shameless; clearly, she just went once yet kept thinking about such matters daily. Wouldn’t that make Fisher and Raphael laugh at her?
Unexpectedly, she silently snuck to the hot spring entrance, only to find Raphael had already been soaking in there for who knows how long!
Jasmine became alert, and seeing her on high alert made Fisher unable to help but approach her from behind, saying,
“Then why not just speak to me, the person involved?”
“Okay!”
Keer nodded, then turned to Fisher, while Jasmine, ready to eavesdrop, had already revved up her ear. Even Emhart curiously flew down from the ceiling, wanting to hear what was going on.
“Mr. Fisher, let me tell you…”
But just as Keer leaned in closer to speak, a chorus of voices suddenly rang out from the plaza outside.
“Lord Raphael!”
“Your Majesty!”
Oh no, Raphael is here!
Jasmine was slightly startled, snapping back to her senses from curious listening. Keer, who was about to speak, also turned to look at the door. Just as she was about to greet someone at the door, Jasmine’s expression changed, and she quickly ran to Keer’s side, saying,
“Little Keer, listen to me, whatever you do, don’t tell Raphael I was here, okay? I’ll give you a treat afterwards, alright?”
“Ah? Oh…”
“Mr. Fisher, I have to go!”
Behind Keer, Fisher was slightly taken aback, realizing he had forgotten to ask Jasmine how she managed to come over during such a busy banquet outside.
Could it be…
Just as Fisher was about to inquire, Jasmine put her finger to her lips, silencing whatever he was about to say.
Then, she hurriedly dashed toward the back of the room and quickly disappeared from Fisher’s perception, indicating she had gone far.
“.”
“Clink clink clank.”
A moment later, Raphael walked into the room in her formal attire, adorned with heavy gold and silver jewelry. Upon seeing the small Dragon Race child in front of Fisher, she looked slightly surprised and immediately asked,
“Ah? Keer, you’re here. Where are your father and mother and siblings?”
“.”
At that moment, Raphael was dressed in the royal attire of the Dragon Court Queen, her long scarlet hair cascading down, exuding majesty and grace. She glanced at Keer, Fisher, and the Emhart perched on Fisher’s shoulder, and an awkward silence suddenly filled the room, prompting Raphael to open her mouth.
“You all…”
“Lord Raphael, my mom and dad are busy, and they told me to stay here.”
Keer, after a moment of silence, suddenly smiled innocently and said this to Raphael, leaving Emhart stunned.
Wait, little rascal, when did you become so quick-witted? Did you really not mention Jasmine?
“Is that so? It’s really busy outside today, after all, it’s an important day, and everyone is overwhelmed.”
Fisher glanced at Raphael and abruptly asked,
“Raphael, where’s Jasmine?”
Hearing this, Raphael’s face turned slightly red, and she cleared her throat, saying,
“She’s still busy with the supplies; there’s a big banquet today, and there are many items needed. I only just finished before coming over.”
“.”
Wow, so both of you have yet to finish your own tasks and sneaked over?
But this time Jasmine learned her lesson. Last time, she hesitated and debated for ages, wondering if it was unreasonable to just go directly, so she let Raphael soak in the hot spring for half the day first.
This time, Jasmine took the initiative and decided to come over first, while Raphael hesitantly fell behind.
Emhart couldn’t make sense of the twists and turns of their conversation, while Keer seemed uninterested, simply looking up at Sir Book, wondering if she still wanted to bite him.
“Forget it, compared to that, Fisher, we still haven’t drunk together or danced at the suitable tail ceremony.”
“Am I even appropriate to be present, especially with the Queen of the Dragon Court?”
Fisher smiled a little, mainly because the entire Dragon Court was still emotional about Nali and the Northern Green Dragon Court. As the Queen of the Dragon Court, personal choices couldn’t always be made at will.
Fisher was considering her, but in reality, he didn’t mind that much.
Unexpectedly, Raphael had already prepared. With a flick of her hand, two jars of wine appeared, and she said to Fisher,
“I already knew that, which is why I came over. There’s a lake next to the Flower Garden, just a short distance from this room. It’s a forbidden place with few people; let’s go there for a while, okay? Anyway, nothing is happening upfront anymore; I’ve handed everything over to Mother.”
With that, how could Fisher refuse?
It’s just unfortunate for Jasmine, who couldn’t sneak away and ended up fleeing empty-handed. Fisher glanced at the innocent-looking Keer beside him and asked,
“What about Keer? I don’t know where Keshil and Fashir went; are we just leaving her here alone?”
“Lord Raphael.”
Keer looked at Raphael with innocent eyes, placing her hands on her little belly, smiling as she said,
“It’s alright; the place we’re going isn’t far; we can bring her along too.”
“Not far?”
Raphael walked to the back of the room, opened the door, revealing the scenery outside the surrounding Flower Garden.
Amidst the lush greenery, a lake shimmering under the sunset quietly lay in the emerald waters.
So, the lake was right behind this room; no wonder Raphael said it wasn’t far.
This area was part of the forbidden territory of the Flower Garden, and even Keer had never been here. Upon seeing the wonderful scene outside, her childlike nature took over and she dashed out in excitement.
“Wow, so beautiful! I’ve never been to the seaside!”
Since the coastline of Twilight Valley was previously a military-controlled area, it was normal for a child to have never been there. But after the war, she would be able to go wherever she wanted.
Raphael smiled, slowing her pace as she walked alongside Fisher, watching the little Dragon Race child running energetically. Raphael’s expression seemed to hold a hint of anticipation.
Emhart flew out, sensing the atmosphere, leaving space for Raphael and Fisher. Raphael also handed the jar of wine she held to him.
Looking at the fine wine in his arms, Fisher felt its aroma fill his senses with his every breath, while Raphael beside him smiled and said,
“This is the legendary fine wine that even dragon gods can get drunk on; it’s perfect for now. Our ancestors believed that fine wine can awaken the power of the soul and that dance can make the originally uncoordinated souls of two people become aligned.”
In reality, Fisher thought the tradition was simply because the probability of getting tipsy and clinging together while dancing would increase, allowing physical contact with the opposite sex.
But why spoil the fun by saying such unromantic things?
Fisher just took a sip, and indeed, this magically infused wine not only nourished the body but also affected the soul, especially for mythical beings like himself, making him understand why Fei could also get drunk.
As they drank, Raphael’s arms unconsciously wrapped around Fisher’s waist, and without needing any prior teaching, she began to move in sync with his steps.
“Clink clink clank…”
The gold and silver jewelry on her body rang, echoing across the riverbank, even making Keer, who had been running nearby, stop and look back.
Dance, dance, dance.
On the bank, Fisher and Raphael gradually quickened their pace as the wine enveloped them, and the movements that required slow adaptation became incredibly harmonious under the pull of their suitable tails.
While dancing, Raphael gasped as she said to Fisher,
“Fisher, I… have a surprise to tell you…”
“What?”
“Today, mother checked my body and examined the baby in my belly…”
“Ah, then…”
Raphael’s tail suddenly wrapped around Fisher’s waist, and in a spin, she continued,
“Mother said that the baby in my belly might be twins.”
Though dragons usually gave birth to multiple offspring, they typically bore one at a time, so it wasn’t common to have eight or nine at once.
Thus, despite Ral’s many siblings, their total number truly grew one by one!
It shows how strong the desire is between suitable tail partners, as it seems they never have a moment’s rest.
Raphael then pushed Fisher down, having him lean against the lake’s edge.
Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled at Fisher, saying,
“Is this a surprise?”
“Of course…”
“Then, is it enough for this queen to personally favor you tonight?”
Personally?
Didn’t you just mention with Mill…
“Mainly because of your body…”
Raphael coughed lightly, appearing tough on the outside but pouting, still insisting,
“Hah? Are you underestimating me? If little Keer weren’t here, you’d already know how powerful I am!”
But the thing is, I already know, quite intimately…
Fisher dared not voice any objections to the queen, who was pregnant and trying to act tough. In the not-so-far distance, Keer, whose name had come up, sneezed cutely and shook her tail.
Children quickly tire of certain fun things but can find replacements almost immediately.
For instance, watching Emhart flying around, a mischief spark ignited in Keer’s heart.
She picked up a small stone and began throwing it at the sky while calling out to Emhart,
“Bookie monster, come down!”
“I’m insane; why would I listen to you, you little rascal? Nope, nope!”
Keer angrily rummaged for a larger stone by the shore to vent her frustration, and with great effort, lifted a stone almost her height and hurled it into the air.
But it was too slow, easily dodged by Sir Book, who even turned around to mock her.
Keer could only watch helplessly as that stone plunged into the lake, splashing a large white water burst.
“Tonight, don’t look for Jasmine, hear me?”
“That…”
“Splash!”
On the bank, the dragon queen, with a slightly intoxicated rosy face, was just about to lean down and kiss her deliciously fragrant suitable tail partner, when the rock thrown by the mischievous little child caused a huge splash.
The dragon’s desires undoubtedly disregarded the situation, and Fisher even worried she might do something inappropriate in front of Keer, as it was clear Raphael was already getting carried away.
But soon, such worries faded away.
Because with that large stone’s entry into the lake, it wasn’t long before a whale folk popped up, unable to stay hidden any longer.
Just having surfaced, the whale folk thought Raphael had discovered her and pointed at the bank with a guilty conscience, shouting,
“Raphael! This isn’t right; we agreed, and didn’t you just say to Mill that your body can’t handle it? Now you not only want to monopolize Mr. Fisher but also hit me with a stone!”
Wasn’t that Jasmine?
“Jasmine?! Wait, didn’t you leave?”
“Uh, uh, that…”
Fisher didn’t expect Jasmine not only hadn’t left but had secretly hidden in the lake eavesdropping. At her words, Jasmine felt a little embarrassed and lowered her head, while Raphael, sitting on Fisher, was stunned.
She had no idea Jasmine was here, that she had snuck over, let alone that she had hit her with a stone.
“I… didn’t hit you with a stone; it wasn’t me… wait, Jasmine, how did you know about what I said to Mill? When did you arrive?”
The self-exposing Jasmine froze in the water, staring blankly at the equally speechless Raphael and Fisher.
Then together, they looked at the little Dragon Race child, Keer, who was beside them, holding another stone, trying to continue hitting Emhart floating above…
She innocently blinked, and even with her innocence, she sensed the atmosphere was off. So she quickly spoke in her sweet voice to awaken Raphael’s hidden maternal instincts and the whale folk’s compassion for life,
“Lady Raphael… Lady Jasmine… um… um…”
“Keer!!”
(End of this chapter)
