The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"Fria, it's so comfortable sleeping on your dragon wings~ Don't get up so early~"

Lucia, who was sleeping soundly, didn't want to get up and clung to Fria like a dragon doll.

"You eat so much every day, and if you keep being this lazy, you'll gain weight again."

Fria affectionately pinched Lucia's little nose, her face full of doting affection.

She always treated the lovely Lucia like a younger sister.

And no one can resist such an adorable dragon.

"No, I'm not fat at all! Lucia works hard every day!"

When the topic came up, Lucia curled her tail up, trying to cover her plump buttocks.

But I don't know why, even though I've been exercising a lot lately and working hard every day, my stomach and arms have only gotten thinner.

Her perky buttocks seemed to be fixed in place, showing no signs of disappearing; in fact, she appeared to have gotten even fatter.

If I get any fatter, the lord probably won't like me anymore~~~

wrong!

My lord is so wicked, I don't want him to like me~

"Hmm~"

O'Vell stretched comfortably, preparing to wash up before heading out to cultivate the wheat field.

Despite feeling upset about what happened yesterday, she still tries her best to do her job well every day.

"Ovelle, my butt isn't fat, right?"

Seeing O'Ville wake up, Lucia, who was still skeptical, wanted to hear her companion's opinion.

Snapped--

Looking at the pert, upturned buttocks in front of her, O'Ville couldn't resist slapping them.

"Ovelle, why did you spank me?!"

Lucia pouted and looked over with a somewhat aggrieved expression.

"Sorry, I thought it was so cute that I couldn't help but take a picture."

O'Vell was telling the truth. Although Lucia's buttocks were quite large, they did look round and full, which made the dragon want to do it involuntarily.

“Ovelle...”

Lucia was exasperated. She felt that O'Ville, like that man, also enjoyed this kind of thing...

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In a daze, Ron felt like he was having a wonderful dream.

In his dream, he cooked a delicious meal, and his own wretched maid ate it with a look of anticipation.

However, she still looked disgusted, but seemed to have come to enjoy his cooking.

As his consciousness gradually cleared, Ron felt incredibly refreshed.

It was as if the fatigue from fighting the enemy last night had vanished at this moment.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Fiona, who had brought out a large plate of breakfast from somewhere.

They started eating right in front of themselves.

Ron: "Huh???"

Ron's eyes widened at the sight, and he wore an expression of disbelief.

"You jerk, Master, don't stare at me with that surprised look. I was just trying to reward you!"

Fiona licked her lips, frowned, and looked at the man in front of her with disgust;

"After all, Master has completely killed Wilson Gray and seized the Valley Territory. As your personal maid, I should indeed reward you properly."

At this point, she swallowed and continued;

"The maid knew that Master wanted to cook a satisfying meal, so she took the liberty of eating the dinner you made yesterday for breakfast. But I must say, Master's cooking... well, it's still not very tasty..."

That bastard Ron, he actually looked at me like that.

What does that mean? Does he suspect that it's because I like what he makes that I'm acting this way?

How could that be? The food the master made was simply inedible!

It tastes the worst!

"No, if you're treating me, shouldn't you cook something for me to eat?"

At this point, Ron reached out and gently pinched his maid's fair cheek:

"He actually stole my dinner from yesterday."

It has to be said, who wouldn't love such a thoughtful maid from the very beginning?

"You bastard master, the maid doesn't know how to cook."

Fiona pouted and glared at her with disdain.

"I don't want to be like that jerk of a master who insists on cooking even though the food is terrible..."

I knew that bastard owner would push his luck!

He actually wants me to cook for him? No way!

I would never cook!

"No one is born knowing how to cook; everyone learns gradually."

At this point, Ron leaned closer and said with a smile:

“I’m also learning, and while I can’t say my cooking skills are superb, I’m better than someone like you who’s never been in a kitchen before. Get up, and I’ll teach you how to cook.”

Ron was like that; not only was he eager to learn, but he also wanted his maid to learn how to cook.

Well, it's really strange that the maid can't cook.

Whether I do it in the future is another matter, but at least I should know how to do it.

I'll take advantage of this good opportunity to teach her.

"You jerk, you jerk master! I've already told you, this maid doesn't want to learn any cooking skills, I have absolutely no interest in cooking!"

"Interests can be cultivated, right? Maybe after you finish this lesson, you'll fall in love with cooking?"

"I, I would never like that~"

"No, your movement is wrong. Let me demonstrate for you first..."

"You jerk, don't force the maid to learn to cook!!!"

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Time flows by, though not too fast, of course.

But when the sun rises...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the far northern frontier, Lake Besri was also welcoming the dawn.

This is the territory chosen by the major nobles of the Northern Alliance.

Lake Besri is rich in water resources and surrounded by numerous forests, so it has almost no shortage of resources.

As long as you develop in peace, it will be a very good place.

For some unknown reason, all the lords in the vicinity have gathered together today in Turs Jesse's territory to begin a meeting.

"Impossible, right? Even if Leonard Ron is hiding his strength, he couldn't possibly be a match for Wilson Gray, could he?"

This was the most genuine thought in the hearts of all the nobles present.

Their only thought about this unequal battle was when Wilson Gray planned to make his move and eliminate his opponent.

Unexpectedly, what arrived was a letter seeking help, but the reward mentioned in the letter was very generous, which tempted many people.

"That's the gist of it. Although Wilson Gray was dealing with a personal grudge, as a member of the Northern Alliance and one of its founders, he should have offered his support, both morally and logically."

Titus Baker, one of the managers of the Northern League, felt that this matter was too outrageous, but he had to express his opinion.

After all, it is quite difficult to unite so many nobles into one group.

Now that Wilson Gray has run into some minor issues, it's a good opportunity to work things out and improve the league's cohesion.

"I also agree to provide support, and it will be a good opportunity to take my knights with me to train."

Another manager, Turs Jesse, viewed it as a simple extermination operation.

In his view, Leonard Ron only had one Holy Knight back then, and even if he develops well now and hides his strength, he can only have twenty or thirty Holy Knights at most.

He estimated that Wilson Gray was worried about heavy losses, and given the complex terrain of the swamp, he didn't want Leonard Ron to escape.

That's when they thought of asking for help.