The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"Serves you right. I advised you not to drink anymore last night, but you not only wouldn't listen, but you also complained that the maid was too talkative."

Under the girl's massage, Ron's headache gradually improved, and he also learned her identity.

The girl beside him was named "Fiona". The two were childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

We slept in the same bed until we were eight years old, but then we separated.

Also in that year, Fiona's parents told her that Fiona's mission was to serve the Leonard family for the rest of her life.

The boy becomes the sword of the Leonard family, and the girl becomes the maid of the Leonard family.

Fiona couldn't accept this reality, and only after being persuaded by her parents did she reluctantly agree.

"Please don't stare at the maid's body with those strange looks. It's disgusting that you're in heat so early in the morning!"

Fiona raised her chin and glared at Ron with disgust, her eyes looking at him as if he were scum.

"We all slept in the same bed when we were kids, what's wrong with taking a quick look?"

Ron pinched the girl's fair cheek. Because of the close distance, he could smell the fragrance of lilies emanating from her.

"A maid is not a toy for her master to play with at will. Please do not reach out your evil hands to do strange things to the maid."

Fiona lifted her round, pert buttocks off the edge of the bed and gave the man in front of her a disdainful look.

"I've noticed that Master is becoming increasingly perverted. Humans can no longer satisfy your needs. Last night, you actually spent three thousand gold coins to buy back three female demi-humans."

Ron's pupils contracted upon hearing the news;

"Is it a sub-dragon species? One of them has red scales?"

He began to pray that he hadn't already invited the killing machine, Phyllis, home.

"It seems the master wasn't completely drunk last night, remembering so clearly."

Fiona helplessly shrugged.

“Last night, the slave traders said that these three sub-dragons were seriously ill and would most likely not live more than three days, but you didn’t care and said that three days would be enough.”

"So they spent a full three thousand gold coins to buy three demi-human slaves. Three thousand gold coins could have bought hundreds of serfs, but now they only got three demi-humans who were about to die."

Right!

It matches the original owner's cause of death.

Ron remembered that in the story, when Felia was about to be humiliated, she activated her true dragon bloodline and released a raging flame that burned everything to ashes.

At that time, almost all the knights chose to flee, but only Fiona, her brother, and a group of her closest knights chose to come to the rescue.

The result was tragic; all the knights were killed, and Fiona suffered severe burns and fell unconscious.

In the original story, Fiona is only described in a single line.

A great fire destroyed everything she owned. The searing pain drove her to spend her entire life seeking revenge against the Red Dragon Queen, ultimately dying on the road without achieving her goal...

Chapter 2: The Tsundere Maid! Three Dragon Girls!

Inside the room, the lights flickered, and the air was heavy.

Ron sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the maid in front of him with a tragic end, feeling quite emotional.

"You bastard master, I always tell you not to stare at the maid's body."

Fiona raised her fist, revealing her fangs, and made a show of being someone not to be trifled with.

"Fiona, if I were in danger, and you knew you were no match for them, what would you do?"

Ron stood up and looked directly at the girl he had grown up with.

"Knowing that you can't win, of course you run away."

Fiona crossed her arms over her chest, turned her face to the side, opened one eye, and glanced at the man;

"Does Master think that I, a mere maid, would risk my life to save you? I'm not that stupid."

"That's good."

Ron smiled enigmatically, finding the seemingly contradictory maid rather endearing.

"Ron, you bastard, you haven't gotten yourself into trouble with someone, have you?"

Fiona suspected that her master had offended someone he shouldn't have.

Ron waved his hand and spoke calmly:

"No, I just suddenly thought of this question."

"I think so too, after all, the maid has always stayed by her master's side."

Fiona thought about what had happened recently and figured it was probably just a casual question.

But Ron is really in big trouble.

He knew that Philia wasn't sick, but rather that it was a sign of her impending adulthood and transformation.

In the Yalong tribe, they undergo a metamorphosis with the help of their elders.

Humans and subhumans do not understand each other's languages, so they do not know that their weakness and near death are signs that they are about to reach adulthood, nor do they know how to help them reach adulthood.

However, Ron has a way to bring them to adulthood.

Now that they're already entangled with the Red Dragon Queen who will sweep across the continent in the future, they can't shake it off; they can only face it.

Killing her is impossible because Fria has a special constitution and possesses the characteristic of awakening true dragon bloodline when near death.

Letting her go was out of the question. Fria was extremely vengeful, and after she grew up, scorching flames spread across the entire continent.

Therefore, we have to think of other solutions.

"Take me to the dungeon."

Ron took a deep breath and gave an order to the maid beside him.

"Is the master already preparing to attack the female sub-dragon as soon as he gets up?"

Fiona frowned slightly, her face full of disdain;

"If that's the case, then as your maid, it's necessary to correct your perverted ideas."

As she said this, she moistened her pink lips, gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, and turned her face to the side;

"Come on, you perverted master, whatever you want, do it to me, the maid who grew up with you."

"Of course, if the master does something excessive, the maid will also resist..."

Ron had no time to play games with the maid. He immediately stepped out the door, his priority being to keep Philia, this ticking time bomb, under control.

"Owner...."

Fiona never expected that this man would leave without even looking back.

Her beautiful eyes dimmed slightly, she stamped her foot, and followed.

pat-

The dungeon door opened, and a putrid, damp smell rushed out, violently filling my nostrils.

The interior was dimly lit, with only a few oil lamps casting a dim yellow glow.

Three blurry figures were locked in a dark, cold iron cage.

They were huddled in a corner, wearing ill-fitting gray cloth, with cold walls on either side of them, and the ground where their buttocks touched was colder than the walls.

When the cell door opened, they huddled even tighter together, clinging to each other as if only in this way could they feel a sense of security.

"Fria, Ovelle, I'm so tired and hungry, am I going to die?"

With long, light blue hair and deep blue eyes, the female dragon opened her pink lips, her breath weak.

She was about 1.6 meters tall, with a plump figure. Her calves, arms, and thick tail were covered with light blue scales, while the parts of her body not covered by scales had soft, fair skin.

"Lucia, don't sleep. I'll take you out and take you home."

Seeing her companion about to fall asleep, Fria grabbed her shoulders and shook her, afraid that once she fell asleep, she would never wake up again.

She was about 1.8 meters tall, with fiery red hair flowing in the wind. Her crimson vertical pupils stared intently at the human male in front of her. Her calves, arms, and tail were covered with ruby-like scales, and the exposed parts of her body were soft and white.

"There'll be barbecue when I get home, right?"

Lucia perked up immediately at the mention of barbecue.

"Yes."

Fria spoke firmly, but her eyes darted away.

"Okay~"

Lucia smiled, her heart filled with anticipation for the barbecue.

"We can't go back; humanity won't let us go."

O'Vell pouted, her eyes filled with despair.

She has a wheatish complexion, is over 1.7 meters tall, and has long, slightly wavy, dark gray hair that dances in the wind.

Seemingly due to fear, the brown scales on its tail stood up slightly and trembled.