Chapter 593 : The Dragon-Slaying Princess Meets the Dragon

What does she want?

What does he want?

Inside the car, it was very quiet.

But both of their minds were frantically thinking of answers.

Seraphinia felt that she was not short of money. In terms of figure and appearance, she was also an outstanding existence among humans.

But Felyn still refused to sign a long-term contract with her, still refused to marry her.

So, what Felyn actually wanted was companionship? The blush between lovers, the way couples lie together looking into each other's eyes?

Seraphinia was not good at romance. Before this, she had never thought of seriously making friends with a human, let alone pleasing someone.

If it was just a simple meal and shopping, would it be too cliché? Would it be difficult to attract Felyn's attention?

What exactly should she do?

Felyn was also very worried at this moment.

What was wrong with Seraphinia? Was it that her age had come, so she wanted to experience a sweet romance? Or was it purely to make the subsequent act of removing "old scales" more sensational, which was why she wanted to date him?

Felyn didn't know what real dragons did before removing their old scales, but he guessed it might be something like two dragons affectionately rubbing their necks together before starting the crackling process of removing the old scales.

Was it because Seraphinia was now an adult, so she valued spiritual companionship more than physical needs?

But, how should a dragon and a human be intimate? Should he rub his neck against her neck?

The two confused people turned around at the same time, their gazes colliding with great tacit understanding.

The Felyn that Seraphinia had just been thinking about appeared in her pale cyan eyes, making her feel a little tightness in her chest.

Felyn also looked at the few strands of hair hanging casually around Seraphinia's neck, embellishing her fair lines.

Their hands accidentally touched due to the bumps on the road. Seraphinia quickly pulled her hand back, then propped up her face, looking out the window to hide the trace of panic that had appeared in her eyes.

This is bad.

Felyn felt this was not good.

How could this kind of shy, romance-like feeling appear between him and Seraphinia?

The next story, could it be that he was about to start a cross-species love affair with Seraphinia?

Felyn shook his head, feeling that he was starting to become a little strange.

The other party was Seraphinia, the Seraphinia who had a blood feud with humans. It was already good enough that she didn't hate him, how could she possibly like him?

As Felyn thought of this, he subconsciously glanced at Seraphinia again, only to find her looking at him through the reflection in the glass.

After she noticed Felyn's gaze, she flusteredly moved her eyes away again.

Just as the atmosphere was gradually becoming awkward, the vehicle's speed slowly decreased and finally stopped.

Royal guards blocked the road ahead. A familiar scene appeared once again.

It seemed someone had discovered Lianlora's relic again.

Lianlora's relics would not appear in densely populated areas, basically all on the outskirts of the capital district.

The vehicle slowly reversed, preparing to bypass this area from the left.

Felyn glanced at Seraphinia and found that her expression hadn't changed much.

He was worried that Seraphinia would be very angry after learning about Lianlora.

The vehicle had just started moving for a moment when it was stopped again.

This time, it wasn't the guards.

In the field of vision ahead, a pure white young girl appeared, tightly hugging a bag.

Her purple long hair stuck to the corner of her mouth, and the sweat from running on her forehead had dampened her hair.

White lace short socks were worn inside small black leather shoes, and the hem of her dress just covered her knees.

She panted in small breaths, reaching up to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

It was the first princess of the empire, Her Highness Lianlora.

Why is she here?

When Felyn turned his head, he knew the answer.

Seraphinia and Lianlora were looking at each other, the corners of their mouths both turned down.

The white dress drew a beautiful arc in the air, while the black backless dress inside the car absorbed all the surrounding light.

The dragon-slaying princess Lianlora and the dragon maiden Seraphinia had met.

"Should we just go?" Felyn felt the atmosphere was not right. He was just out on a date with Seraphinia, how could he encounter such a thing?

"Don't you want to snatch the relic from her hands?"

"I think if I were to face her alone, I would probably become a relic," Felyn finished, then added smoothly, "and I'm more concerned about your safety. The relic is not important at all."

Professional instinct made him not miss any opportunity to build a good relationship with a client.

Seraphinia had never heard Felyn say such words before.

Her legs tensed, and she pressed her high heels against the seat in front.

Seraphinia pursed her lips, gently biting her finger.

At this moment, Lianlora was the first to act.

She walked step by step to Felyn's window, pressed her face against it, and looked at the situation inside.

Her soft, tender cheek was squashed flat by the glass. Lianlora frowned tightly, then knocked on the car window.

"Lower it," Seraphinia said.

Her face was expressionless; she didn't even look at Lianlora at all.

As the window lowered, Lianlora first threw the bag in her arms into the car.

Then, she jumped with both feet, propped herself up on the car window, and climbed in bit by bit from the outside.

The pure white dress made Felyn feel as if a soft, fluffy marshmallow had tumbled in.

With a final kick of her feet, her whole body shot forward and landed inside the car.

"Oof..."

Her forehead hit Felyn's thigh. Lianlora rubbed her forehead, then held up the small bag from the floor in front of Felyn.

"For me?" Felyn was a little surprised.

She nodded, placed the small bag on Felyn's lap, and then winked at him.

"Dragon..."

Her voice was childish, like an unripe pomelo.

Felyn understood Lianlora's meaning. She wanted him to fight Seraphinia, and the relic she carried would be the reward for slaying the evil dragon.

Asking me to fight Seraphinia? I'd probably be tied up by Seraphinia's tail before I even made a move.

In Varir Village, the combat power of Seraphinia and Eitani had already surpassed the imagination of ordinary people. Felyn was still clear about the gap between them.

Thus, faced with Lianlora's request, Felyn chose to play dumb.

"Li-Little friend, you dropped your thing. Where are your mommy and daddy?" Felyn forced himself to lie.

Lianlora looked at the young man in front of her, who completely failed to understand her meaning, and became a little anxious.

She clenched her fists in front of Felyn, opened her mouth, and said haltingly.

"Dragon... bad... de-stroy..."

Her lips slowly pouted, and her face began to turn red from agitation.

Felyn found it a bit hard to imagine what this version of Her Highness Lianlora would look like standing in front of an evil dragon.

Seraphinia frowned, the tip of her propped-up high heel almost touching Lianlora's body.

(End of Chapter)