god of tomorrow

"Ugh, what did I do wrong?"

Herwi blushed slightly. She used to be a bit violent and liked to solve problems with her fists, but she wouldn't anymore, especially in front of Gawain. She promised to be more gentle and obedient than anyone else.

The two heads were close together.

The rest of the story is pretty straightforward; it's like playing mahjong: you draw first, then eat, and then you get a winning hand by drawing a tile, konging, or ponging.

Several attempts to provoke a sleepless night ended abruptly.

"Ton ton ton—"

Gawain put down his thermos, put his arm around Hervy's shoulder, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to speak: "Hervy, you're not human, are you?"

After a brief silence, Hervy nodded.

"Ah."

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Chapter 233 The Day Doesn't Understand the Night's Darkness

Faced with Gawain's questioning, Herwi remained silent for a moment before choosing to confess.

Since you've seen through me, I'm not going to pretend to be human anymore!

"I am a dragon."

"..."

Gao Wen did a sit-up and grabbed a thermos to calm his nerves.

Having suddenly achieved the title of Dragon Knight, he vaguely felt that his body couldn't handle it, and only having the divine artifact in hand could put his mind at ease.

Enough said, let's quickly have a couple of sips of health-preserving tea.

Seeing Gawain gulping down his health tea, looking terrified after narrowly escaping death, Herwi felt offended and snorted twice: "I'm not some delicate little girl. I have plenty of strength and means. If you dare to pull up your pants and run away, I'll lock you in the castle's basement."

"When did I ever say I'd turn my back on you after pulling up my pants?"

Gao Wen put down his thermos, drank a few sips of herbal tea, and felt refreshed and ready to go again. Looking down at the cream puff in his arms, he noticed that it had changed species and was now even more vibrant and beautiful.

The sense of accomplishment was overwhelming, and I became much more confident.

"Really? I thought... I thought..."

Herwi stammered, and to her shame, she hadn't been honest with Gawain because she was worried that he would be too intimidated to get involved, and that things would fall apart, leaving her with nothing to talk about.

After all, the difference in base stats is undeniable. When it comes to the combination of a hero and a dragon, the first thing that comes to mind for most people is not a dragon-slaying hero, but rather someone who is brave, powerful, and melts in their mouth.

In short, Hervy hesitated to speak up because she was afraid that Gawain would feel guilty, and that they could only remain friends from now on.

It's not scary to be friends, but it's scary when your ex-boyfriend becomes your brother-in-law!

“There’s nothing to assume. The most important thing in life is knowing when to stop. I have confidence in your punching power. You’re destined to be locked in a castle and scream your lungs out for the rest of your life.” Gawain hugged Hervy and offered her heartwarming words that were based on reality, dispelling his girlfriend’s doubts.

The basic values ​​are just vastly different, it's not a big deal. He's a man who's been through the wringer. If he's lucky, in three to five months, this family will no longer be ruled by Hervy, but rather he'll have achieved two goals at once.

For now, it's best to be patient and avoid their sharp edge.

Keep a low profile and bide your time; one day...

"You, you really don't mind?"

Herwi was taken aback, not expecting Gawain to be so accepting and adapt to her true identity so quickly.

"What's the big deal? Worried about racial discrimination?"

Gawain scoffed, after all, he wasn't a native human either; he was from a star system and was definitely an alien.

Alien Dragon Knight!

Seeing that Gao Wen was completely open and honest, and that he was not acting at all, Herwi was overjoyed. While the two were still warm to each other, she pushed the hero down and rewarded him handsomely.

Evenly matched.

Gawain, burdened with the glory of being an alien, refused to admit defeat no matter what, refused to sit back and enjoy being ridden, and was determined to conquer cities and establish unparalleled achievements.

In the end, they gave in.

It has nothing to do with racial stats; his gender is what's causing the problem.

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Hervy nestled in Gawain's arms, her inner turmoil resolved, and murmured something softly.

"Ton ton ton————"

Gawain put down his thermos. A long time ago... not that long ago, after officially confirming Lily's race, he began to suspect that his girlfriend wasn't human.

The sister-in-law and father-in-law are both Dark Nobles, so there's no reason why the sister/adopted daughter would be a human. Even if both of them are bloodthirsty and rely on red wine and tea to satisfy their bloodline's thirst for blood, keeping a blood pack at home sounds too far-fetched.

People and bread cannot be friends; people will become impatient, and bread will spoil.

Only when both sides are of equal status can they live in harmony in the long term.

Before this, Gawain had always thought that his girlfriend's incredible base stats were because those who possessed time magic had no shortage of time, and that it was through years of accumulation that she could have high damage with both her left and right fists.

It wasn't until Lily took the initiative to act inhumanely that he realized Hervy was probably not human either.

To everyone's surprise, it was a dragon, a legendary creature recorded throughout the continent, but never seen by anyone.

You've never seen this before, have you?

Hehe, I've ridden it!

What? The Church of Dawn keeps dragons? Has anyone in the entire continent seen a dragon?

Hilarious! A flying dragon is a sub-dragon, something that's not even fit to shine shoes, yet it's called a dragon?

I'll say it one last time: a flying dragon is not a dragon!

After Hermione revealed her identity, she saw that Gawain was not only not frightened or afraid, but also booked train tickets overnight. Instead, he seemed to have a greater thirst for knowledge and a desire to explore. She liked him even more and couldn't help but give herself a thumbs up for her good judgment.

As expected of her, she chose the chosen one from the crowd at a glance.

Hehe! x2

Gawain, on the other hand, was curious about Hervy's ability to transform and about reproductive isolation. He was full of curiosity and, since it was still late and there was plenty of time, he asked Hervy to explain it all.

Herwi had never intended to hide it; she didn't bring it up herself because she was worried and wanted Gawain to find out on his own.

Since we've already made it clear, let's just talk it out.

Herve is a dragon, or more precisely, a giant dragon, possessing a powerful bloodline from birth.

Just as she herself said, she doesn't need meditation techniques. She has the talent, the talent of the strongest life form. Whether she learns them or not, it doesn't affect her getting stronger every day.

Unlike human magicians who pursue the path of evolution, dragons represent the pinnacle of many evolutionary options, standing atop the pyramid.

Hervy didn't have the troubles of evolution; from the moment she was born, her parents had already endured all the hardships she could.

True talent moves on its own!

Because she was an adopted daughter, Hermione didn't know who her biological parents were. When she asked her adoptive father, he would stammer and give vague answers every time.

It's a minor problem; when the time comes, her bloodline will tell her the answer.

As for the legendary Dragon Kingdom, Hervy doesn't know where the other dragons are, nor does she care whether her kind are doing well.

The entire dragon race suffers from social anxiety. Any random dragon can instill fear in society. Rather than worrying about whether their fellow dragons are doing well, they are more concerned about how much gold they have amassed by exploiting the local people and whether they are bathing in glittering mountains of gold every day.

Just thinking about it makes Hervy feel terrible.

"Wait a minute, after you've said so much, something suddenly came to mind."

Gawain interrupted, stopping Hervy's increasingly off-topic conversation, and said with a hint of hesitation, "Although I don't understand dragons, according to dragon legends and fabricated settings, dragons are long-lived species, and their growth cycle does not overlap with that of humans..."

So how old are you this year?

Gao Wen stared intently at Herwi, mentally preparing himself for the fact that his girlfriend was hundreds of years older than him.

Bring it on, you can't scare him.

Hervy blinked, her face clear and innocent: "Gawain, you know me. My chaos magic is related to time, so asking about my age is pointless."

"I know, it's just curiosity."

Gawain continued, "To put it this way, disregarding time magic, if we proportionally convert your birth to the growth cycle of a dragon and then to human years, how old would you be?"

Hervy hummed a little tune and turned to look to the side.

"President, say something!"

Gao Wen got anxious: "Let me guess, someone who looks just like you, and is exactly twenty years old, right?"

"..."

"Then you'll be a hundred years old!"

"What are you thinking? I'm not that old."

Herwi grumbled and punched Gawain in the chest with her little fist.

"Three digits are a bit too much to handle, how about twenty-seven or twenty-eight?"

Gao Wen estimated that at this age, as mentioned before, he didn't understand dragons and his knowledge was all based on hearsay and secondary creations. However, what he saw with his own eyes was that the average base value of 40,000 was too exaggerated.

Even while he was under a seal.

Twenty-seven or twenty-eight is just right, in the prime of life, radiant and dazzling, a perfect match for him who is nineteen this year.

"Younger."

"It can't be eighteen, can it?" Gawain was embarrassed. Eighteen? The dragon's stats were way too outrageous.

"Uh, smaller."

Hervy buried her head in Gawain's chest. Putting aside the time magic that allowed her to be any age she wanted, if they had to start counting from when she hatched and convert the dragon's growth cycle into human terms, her actual age would be a tiny bit younger than her boyfriend's.

"Ten, sixteen?"

"Guess again."

"..."