[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-saya-and-the-dragon":3,"chapter-saya-and-the-dragon-saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-124":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},1705111,2177,"Chapter 119: Repossession, Rejection, and Really Bad Timing","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-124",124,"\u003Cp>It happens, as all tragedies do, right when I’m at peak comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m lounging in the bear rug, in nothing but Loma’s spare silk robe (because of course she has silk robes with embroidered lotus blossoms), sipping spiced tea from a crystal goblet, while Loma brushes my hair and hums something heartbreakingly noble about moons and fate and possibly pastry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then: a knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the desperate pounding of a warlord, or the moaning arrival of some long-lost Amazon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three precise knocks. Followed by a scroll being slid under the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loma picks it up. Unrolls it. Her lips move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she says, very softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” I ask, already reaching for another scone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinks. “Apparently, the warlord’s holdings have been repossessed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sit up. “You mean like… seized? Like the way I repossessed that merchant’s silver hairpin and called it destiny?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front door creaks open downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boots. Clanking. Grunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the sound of professional orcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep voice calls out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tower contents will now be catalogued for asset liquidation. Please remain still and remove any enchanted undergarments.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loma gasps. Clutches the samovar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saya clutches her robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They barge in. Two brutish orcs with clipboards, one magistrate with no chin and bushy eyebrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This one,” he says, pointing to Loma, “goes on the high-value list. Royal blood. Breeding potential. Decorative use.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This thing,” he says, pointing to the samovar, “Category B: Magical Beverage Dispenser. Mid-tier, no resale warranty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you,” he says, glancing at me like I’m mold on a bread crust, “have no listed value.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me?” I rise to my full, glorious, braless height. “I am a sacred warmth ritual specialist. A private companion of nobility. A—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not on the inventory,” he says, waving me off. “Out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They literally boot me out the tower door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a fur coat over my nude bum and buckskin boots. No scones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just snow. And a sarcastic gust of wind up my thighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind me, the door closes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Locks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hear Loma scream, “Saya, wait! I’ll— I’ll find you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shout back, “Steal the samovar and run, you idiot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she doesn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course she doesn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s probably going to be sold with decorative cushions and a taxidermy owl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods damn it.\u003C\u002Fp>",374,"2026-06-06T14:39:25.900Z",1,"novelbin.me","ceaa5e1aa0ebf0b47440217fde91875a0358a80ed847da6b6f3c52bbfda99774","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-125","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-123",228,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsaya-and-the-dragon-cover.jpg"]