The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

That bastard Ron, he even said it was delicious!

It tasted awful, I didn't like it at all!

----

----

Inside the tent in the swamp territory, Shemir tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

My mind was a jumble of thoughts, constantly recalling the scene on the cliff face, where I was pulling the rope with the man, and his words seemed to still echo in my ears.

The lord said he would ask me to cooperate on some tasks.

But after he came back, he never came to see me again.

It's not that the lord doesn't like me; it's just that the effects of the deer blood have made him have feelings for me.

After the effects are over, you'll probably be disgusted with it...

Thinking of this, Shemir bit her red lips, her fluffy tail pressed against her body, her knees huddled together, trembling slightly.

Even if the lord doesn't like it, it doesn't matter~~

I'm happy to help, my lord, as long as you need me!

Perhaps it had been too long since she had experienced a passionate baptism, causing this ice wolf mother to become deeply immersed in it after only a brief treatment.

I hope Ron can keep his word...

----

----

"You jerk, Master, stop staring at me like that!"

Having eaten and drunk her fill, Fiona bit her pink lips and glared at the man in front of her with dissatisfaction.

That jerk of an owner! They all said they didn't want to eat it anymore~

"How is what I made?"

Ron leaned back on the sofa, let out a long sigh, and looked at the maid in front of him with a satisfied expression.

"The food my master makes is really awful."

Fiona squinted, frowned, and said with a look of disgust:

“The master has absolutely no talent for making things, so I suggest that the master should not try this in the future.”

That bastard Ron, the food he made was absolutely hideous.

It tasted really weird, and was quite unpalatable.

I'm never eating anything my owner makes again...

"Stubborn to the end, but you clearly like it?"

Having finally taken the lead in cooking, Ron didn't want to waste what he made, so he let his maid eat it all.

There's no other way; in the early stages of development, food is hard to come by.

There's a whole bunch of people below, eagerly waiting to be fed; how could we possibly waste food?

"You bastard Ron, how dare you say that? If you hadn't forced her, how could the maid have eaten them all?"

Thinking about this, Fiona pouted angrily, put her hands on her slender waist, and said with a look of disgust:

"Such awful food, yet Master forced the maid who grew up with you to eat it all."

Ron is getting more and more outrageous. His food is clearly terrible, but he doesn't even realize it.

It's like they're the ones who like to eat it.

How could I possibly like eating what my owner makes? It tastes awful...

"Just tell me if you've finished eating or not."

Ron licked his lips smugly, feeling incredibly pleased with himself.

I have to say, the way my maid looked so disgusted but insisted on finishing the food was really cute.

That's how a shrewish maid behaves.

From now on, I'll cook some weird dishes for her whenever I have free time.

"Anyway, this is the only chance. I will never eat anything made by Master again. Master should not make anything indiscriminately."

Fiona pouted, lifted her round, pert buttocks off the sofa, and prepared to leave.

Snapped--

Before she could even stand up straight, the man's hand slapped her, and Fiona's delicate body trembled immediately.

"You bastard master, stop hitting the maids all the time!"

Fiona was already struggling, and now she was even patted on the shoulder, especially since she was wearing a special maid outfit.

"Who told you to have such a perky butt? If I don't give you a smack, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

As a true gentleman, how could one not take action when faced with something beautiful?

Ron's reaction this time was even instinctive; his hand made the choice before his brain even started thinking.

"You jerk, don't ever help me again!"

Fiona rolled her eyes at the man and was about to leave, but as soon as she took half a step, a large hand wrapped around her slender waist.

"You bastard master, what else do you want to do?"

Seeing the man's burning gaze, Fiona panicked, fearing that something strange might happen to her again.

That jerk of an owner! He ate everything he made, why is he still dragging me along...?

"You've had a long day. As the lord who grew up with you, I've decided to help you out and let you relax."

Ron is like that; he never likes to take advantage of others unilaterally, and reciprocity is his principle in life.

He wanted to repay others for the help they had given him.

As the saying goes, a drop of water in need is repaid with a spring of water.

As a nobleman of good character and a proper gentleman, Ron would certainly repay the favor in kind.

"I don't need your bastard master's help at all. I'm not tired at all now and just want to rest."

Fiona frowned, looking at the man in front of her with an expression of utter contempt.

Ron is really getting more and more demanding.

Now they're even thinking of helping themselves; they don't need help at all!

"I remember you said you were tired before, how come you're not tired all of a sudden?"

Ron pulled the delicate maid into his arms and said tenderly, "..."

"Don't push yourself if you're tired. I'll help you relax."

"Because, because I just had a late-night snack and my energy has been restored, I'm not tired at all now."

Fiona inexplicably came up with this reason, and her face turned bright red as soon as she said it.

How could I have said such a thing?

The food my jerk made was awful...

"Haha, I see."

Upon hearing this, Ron burst into hearty laughter;

"In that case, I'll have to cook more often to help you get better health."

The maid's shy demeanor is quite adorable.

"There's no need to trouble you with this, Master. The maid will eat well for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

Fiona seized the opportunity, pulled away, and ran quickly to the tent entrance;

"You bastard Ron, your cooking is so awful, I will never eat here again. And as for help, I don't need it at all."

After stepping out of the tent, she took a deep breath at the entrance, then waved her fist at Ron's tent to express her dissatisfaction.

But after taking a few steps, she turned back and spoke to the man she had been longing for:

"Goodnight, you bastard master."

"Good night."

After hearing the response from inside the tent, Fiona pouted.

Under the moonlight, her beautiful eyes shone like stars. Perhaps she was thinking of something happy, for she smiled gently, which was very pretty.

On the way back to the tent, Fiona felt a warm feeling in her heart, but for some reason, her long legs, wrapped in black pantyhose, felt cold in the wind.

She might not have understood why before, but now Fiona fully understands what's going on with her.

Back in the tent, she checked herself and her face immediately turned red.

That bastard owner, it's all his fault!