[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-saya-and-the-dragon":3,"chapter-saya-and-the-dragon-saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-115":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Saya and the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1705102,2177,"Chapter 111: Laundry & Other Tragedies","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-115",115,"\u003Cp>The stream babbles like it’s mocking me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously. It’s got that smug little gurgle, like,“Look at me, Saya, I’m so clean and natural, unlike your tunics that smell like goat sweat and questionable life choices.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m ankle-deep in freezing water, bent over like a laundress from a cautionary tale, scrubbing last week’s filth out of my remaining clothes, three last semi-decent tunics. Just a simple linen wrap slung low around my hips and a whole lot of righteous indignation covering the rest of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fingers are pruned. My tits are cold. My mood is somewhere betweendrown me nowandburn the world down with menstrual rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that’s when I hear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Niiiiiice tits,” comes the gravelly croak from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh no. Not again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look up, squinting against the sun, and sure enough—perched on a crooked branch like some cursed feathered insult—is that damn crow. The same one from the hag’s hill. Glossy, smug, full of unsolicited commentary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What. Do. You. Want,” I growl, wringing the tunic like it owes me money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing,” the crow cackles, tilting its head. “Got used to the view. Developed an appreciation for… natural landscapes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He means my boobs. He absolutely means my boobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you have a corpse to peck at? A battlefield to haunt? Something lesspervy and stalker-ish?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crow hops down a branch. “Nah. You’re more fun. Most people scream or throw shoes. You? You monologue. It’s like watching theatre, but with more cleavage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I launch the wet tunic at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It slaps uselessly against the tree trunk, flops into the stream like a drowned worm, and I—grace incarnate—lunge after it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And promptly slip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment I’m a wrathful goddess of hygiene, the next I’m flailing like a drunk octopus, arms windmilling, feet in the air, and then—SPLASH.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I land flat on my back in the stream, linen wrap half-twisted, water shooting up my nose, dignity shattered into a thousand soggy pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crow is howling. Literal feathered laughter. Croaking like a demon gargling gravel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Majestic,” he wheezes between caws. “Truly a queen of grace. Can I get a slow clap?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I flip him the finger from my watery grave. “I swear to all gods feathered and foul, if you don’t shut up, I’ll trap you in a soup pot and serve you to the Dragon as ‘roast forest duck.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flaps off, still laughing, and yells over his wing, “See you next bath time, tits!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lie there for a moment, letting the stream cool my fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stream trickles past my thighs as I sit there soaked, sullen, and plotting avian homicide. Bits of moss cling to my hair. My tunic’s wrapped around one ankle like a flag of surrender. A single frog stares at me from a rock with judgmental silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—because fate is a petty bitch—the crow comes back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flaps down like he owns the sky, lands on the rock next to me with a smug little hop. Ruffles his wings. Pecks something off his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forgot to mention,” he croaks, casual as a fart in church. “The uncle says your scaly friend has eight moons left to prove himself worthy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crow cranes his neck, beady eyes gleaming with that particular brand of mystical malice reserved for familiars and tax collectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eight moons. You know. The dead one? The ghost? Big jaw, bigger ego. Said it all dramatic too.‘Tell my wretched nephew: the Family waits. Eight moons. No more.’” He puffs his chest. “Then he made me repeat it back. Twice. Real diva.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at him, water dripping off my nose. My jaw clenched so tight I could probably crack walnuts with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh,” I say slowly. “So you’re a messenger again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nods. “Crow of many talents. Harbinger, heckler, herald of doom, tit enthusiast. It’s a full résumé.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I resist the urge to throw another wet tunic. I’d only lose it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does the scaly bastard know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crow clicks his beak. “Not yet. Figured I’d start with you. You’re the brains of the operation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s terrifying,” I mutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if the moment wasn’t grim enough, he leans in and whispers like we’re old drinking buddies, “Also, you got a leech on your butt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leap up with a shriek that echoes off the trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crow launches into the air, laughing like a deranged kettle, and disappears into the sky shouting,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eiiiight mooooons!Tick tock, titty girl!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slap the leech off, grab my tunic, and glare after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swear on every coin I’ve ever stolen:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next time, I’m stuffing that bird into a pie. Feathers and all.\u003C\u002Fp>",769,"2026-06-06T14:39:25.900Z",1,"novelbin.me","81b550bdc013b0957f905bec9f936e7481a8a6efe9f18ff8d42e119c62833442","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-116","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-114",228,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsaya-and-the-dragon-cover.jpg"]