The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"Forty kilometers is too far."

Fiona was surprised to hear the news; she hadn't expected Ron to think of that river, though the water there was indeed delicious.

No matter how clean the water in the swamp is, it's not as clean or as delicious as spring water flowing down from the mountains.

"It's alright, with O'Ville here, it should only take about two days."

After seeing O'Ville's performance today, Ron could roughly estimate how much she could accomplish in a day.

She was born to do infrastructure work; she was a master at reclaiming wasteland, building territories, and digging ditches and canals.

One dragon is worth thousands of people.

Without O'Ville, no one could have established a territory in the swamp.

“That’s right…”

Fiona nodded, then sighed.

"But she's been working so hard lately. Your Lordship must reward her properly and absolutely must not bully her."

As she said this, she pouted and looked at the man in front of her with disdain.

"Master, you absolutely must not lay a hand on such a hardworking and capable dragon girl."

Fiona felt that now was the most important time to expand her territory.

With such a capable assistant, we mustn't let him be ruined. If something goes wrong, it will be a huge disaster.

Is it possible that appropriate physical and mental well-being can relieve fatigue and give us more energy for the next day?

This is what it means to balance work and rest. If you're exhausted after a long day and can't relax at night, what's the point of having any energy?

Ron thought O'Ville might like it, since all dragon girls are probably the same; their tails are their weakness, and they like to be squeezed.

"Master has so many fallacies and heresies. How could the dragon girl possibly need such a thing?"

Fiona pouted and glared at Ron in annoyance.

"Then tell me, if I don't bully her, who will I bully?"

Ron took a half step closer, looking at his maid with a wicked grin.

The meaning of this sentence is quite obvious.

"Once the wheat field is cleared, the maid can be bullied by her master all he wants, right?"

Fiona felt that her master was really impatient. He could have been satisfied in just two or three days.

Damn owner, couldn't you even wait a little while?!

Even so, I can't agree to my master's strange request~~~

"Besides, the territory isn't even fully developed yet, so wearing those kinds of clothes is really inappropriate."

Fiona felt that it was inappropriate for outsiders to see that maid outfit.

That bastard owner must have been waiting for this for a long time.

"Then tomorrow I'll have O'Ville build a simple dwelling."

O'Ville's ability is unique; she can alter the structure of the soil. However, the harder the soil becomes, the greater the energy required and the longer it takes.

If the soil were to reach the quality of rock, it would take at least two days to build a castle.

We'll build a sturdy, simple dwelling tomorrow.

That way, you don't have to live in a tent every day.

As for the construction of the central castle, it will probably not begin for another ten days to half a month.

After all, O'Ville has a lot to do. The castle matter isn't urgent and can be delayed. The priority should be to solve the problems of the wheat fields and water sources.

"You damn master, you're actually that eager for the maid to wear that outfit..."

Facing the man's burning gaze, Fiona turned her head away somewhat embarrassed.

"I'll go check over in the kitchen."

It's called a kitchen, but it's really just an open kitchen built with tarpaulins. It's okay for keeping out the rain, but it's drafty on all four sides.

However, there's no other way; things have to be resolved one by one. The territory should be mostly completed within a month.

After the maid left, Ron plopped down next to O'Ville.

"How are you feeling? Tired after a busy afternoon?"

"Actually, it's not that tiring, and the energy consumption is manageable."

Seeing the man's sudden concern, O'Ville felt inexplicably flustered, especially since they hadn't known each other very well before, and his current gentleness made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Exhausted, Lucia lay down on her side on the grass, hugging her thick tail, and fell asleep.

Perhaps feeling the pressure while fighting the orcs, Fria walked to a distant open space and began to cultivate.

"How could I not be tired after being so busy for so long?"

Ron moved closer and reached for O'Vell's swaying tail;

"Since you're tired, let me rub your tail to soothe your body."

His purpose in doing this was to help O'Ville's body return to its best condition.

Because when you feel happy and relaxed, all your fatigue will disappear.

After you feel better, eat some more meat and get a good night's sleep so you'll be more energetic the next day.

"Hmm~"

O'Ville felt her tail being grabbed, and her delicate body trembled violently as a surge of intense energy coursed through her entire body.

"My lord, you don't need to rub my tail like that, I'm not that tired~"

This was the first time she had ever experienced the feeling of her tail being squeezed. Before, she had only fantasized about it, only guessing what it would feel like by looking at Lucia's expressions and talking in her sleep.

Now that I've truly experienced it, I realize how wonderful it is.

There was a tingling, exhilarating sensation that reached right to the tailbone, spreading throughout my entire body...

"Relax, this will relieve your body's fatigue and make you sleep more comfortably at night."

Ron, like a professional masseur, gently massaged the tail of the little dragon in front of him.

In just a moment, the originally hard scales became soft, and its tail trembled as if it were going through something intense.

With the blush on O'Ville's face, Ron knew that the little dragon was enjoying himself.

"Hmm~"

O'Vell initially wanted to refuse, but after pressing for a while, all her strength seemed to drain away, her mind went blank, and she was completely unable to suggest stopping...

Luckily, Lucia was lying next to her, otherwise someone would have seen her tail being rubbed.

So that's why it feels so good to have your tail rubbed by the lord...

No wonder Lucia always has such a happy expression.

This feeling...

It's strange, I think all other humans are ugly and I don't want to interact with them.

But for the lord...

Gumbling—

O'Vell swallowed a mouthful of hot dragon saliva, bit her pink lips, closed her eyes, and began to enjoy the pleasure emanating from the tail...

My Lord~~~

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The sun sets behind the horizon, and the evening glow disappears into the clouds.

As darkness gradually descended, it crept in like a tidal wave, penetrating every crevice.

Within the territory, a torch was erected beside each tent, bringing light and heat while dispelling the chill and darkness.

After the black bread was distributed, the serfs started to boil water in a pot. Once the water boiled, they added some fish, onions, and wild vegetables. Soon, a fragrant aroma filled the pot.

We caught a lot of fish today, and each resident received two ounces of fish meat so they can have a small feast tonight.

This was the first time they had tasted meat since leaving the city; some of them hadn't even seen meat for a month or two.

So much so that just the smell of fish soup makes my mouth water uncontrollably....

The food at the Knights' Camp was much better; there was plenty of fish and meat, as well as some mutton and chicken—a very hearty meal.

Ron is eating better here than he has a few days ago. In addition to roast chicken and roast lamb leg, there is also turtle soup and stewed eel.

"The soft-shelled turtle is delicious too!"

Perhaps it was because she had eaten too much barbecue, but Lucia found the stewed turtle to be exceptionally delicious.

"You're a hero today, eat more, and keep up the good work tomorrow."

Ron smiled as he looked at the little dragon in front of him.