The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

The dragon's wings are covered with thick scales, which provide extremely strong defense and can withstand attacks from any sharp weapon.

Fria can even spread her dragon wings to envelop her entire body.

That way, even if enemies attack from all sides at the same time, she can withstand them.

This is the change after the second awakening, after obtaining the dragon wings.

Today, they even started practicing launching attacks simultaneously with their hands, tails, and wings.

With her exceptional senses, Fria could clearly perceive the every move of the enemy behind her without even turning her head.

The tail can effectively attack enemies behind and to the sides, while the dragon wings can defend against arrows shot from behind, allowing for unexpected attacks.

Of course, the dragon wings can also be used to thrust forward or to the sides, but Fria mainly uses the dragon wings for defense.

Because she knew that a body not covered by scales was not much stronger than a human's, and a sharp blade could easily pierce it.

Now, having dragon wings is like having two huge shields, which can protect against most attacks from behind and sides.

Of course, it can also be used as an attack method when fighting alone.

Fria is currently practicing using her dragon wings in coordinated attacks, which will put more pressure on the enemy.

She did this for another reason: to control the man...

Once the dragon wings become as flexible as the hands, that shameless man will have no chance of turning the tables.

They can only be forever trampled under their own feet and ruthlessly rubbed against...

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In the room, on the sofa, O'Ville, having eaten and drunk her fill, pressed her delicate face against the man's shoulder, snuggling close to him.

"What's wrong? Did you eat enough of that late-night snack?"

Ron reached out and stroked O'Ville's hair, his eyes filled with a hint of doting affection.

"If you're still hungry, I can make you another serving."

There was no other way; after all, the little earth dragon beside him worked diligently and conscientiously every day, and Ron would spare no effort to meet her needs.

It's just making a late-night snack; it's not that complicated.

He also felt an urge to try his hand at cooking whenever he had free time.

"I'm full, Lord. There's no need for you to make another one."

O'Ville licked her pink tongue, then patted her belly to indicate that she was full.

That's certainly true. Only a dragon like Lucia, who's never hungry, would think of getting a few more servings of such a large plate of late-night snack.

Of course, O'Ville actually wanted to have another serving, but she thought about how hard the man next to her was working.

I already cooked, so I felt a little bad asking him to cook another meal.

"Okay, I'll make some more late-night snacks for you tomorrow night."

"Yes, sir!"

O'Ville did not refuse the offer.

The reason is simple: she wants to be with a man, and she really enjoys the feeling of a man stroking her tail and being by her side.

Secondly, I have indeed become somewhat addicted to late-night snacks. It's like this: when you haven't eaten them before, you don't crave them, but once you get used to eating at night, you feel uncomfortable all over if you don't eat them for a day, and your mouth and stomach feel uneasy.

Ron stretched comfortably and left the room.

However, he didn't go straight back. Instead, he left the castle and headed towards the place where he had agreed to meet Philia...

Chapter 152 Ron the Little Fire Dragon!

In the darkness of night, in the dense forest, beside the stream, a crimson figure danced lightly under the moonlight.

Her figure swayed gracefully, her face was delicate and pretty, and her pair of fair and tender legs shimmered in the bright moonlight, her crimson scales sparkling like rubies.

Ron leaned against the tree, leisurely admiring the figure of the future Red Dragon Queen.

It must be said that when this evil dragon isn't arrogant, it's actually quite nice.

Even though it was during training, it was still quite a sight to behold.

Fria continued training as if she hadn't noticed the man, but in fact, she recognized him shortly after he left the castle.

Now, she turns her back to the man and continues her cultivation, acting as if he doesn't exist.

That shameless human must be staring at my body with burning eyes.

Let him enjoy it for a while, after all, he's going to get a beating later.

"Have you seen enough?"

Perhaps feeling a bit helpless training alone, Fria turned her head and looked at the man behind her with a smile.

Just as I suspected, this shameless man was staring at my body with an intensely burning gaze.

What an evil and lewd man, making no attempt to hide his inner thoughts and desires.

"It's so beautiful, I can never get enough of looking at it."

Ron was telling the truth; if he could, he would love to enjoy such a beautiful view every night.

Whether it's her figure or her appearance, Fria is outstanding among humans or demi-humans, and can even be said to be unique.

The addition of a thick, powerful tail and beautiful dragon wings further enhances its appeal.

Oh, and those long dragon horns, I must grab them and treat them harshly in the future.

"Then I'll let you get up close and have a good look at my fist."

With a sudden burst of strength from her calf, Fria raised her fist and punched the man in the eye.

Although the speed was fast, the force of the punch was not strong; it was clear that the intention was only to teach the man a lesson, and there was no real intention to beat him up.

boom--

Ron reacted quickly, immediately reaching out to block the punch, though his forearm was a little sore from the blow.

"As the saying goes, you shouldn't hit someone in the face, but you're deliberately hitting them in the face."

Ron was quite helpless about this. Hitting other places was fine, but if he damaged the face, it would be a real problem.

Of course, with his excellent self-healing ability, he can recover quickly even if he gets injured.

"That's just human parlance; it's useless to me."

Fria didn't care about anything else; she only targeted what the other party cared about. Otherwise, what would be the point?

This is a slap in the face to this shameless human; we have to make sure his face is swollen.

"It's fine if you don't slap me in the face."

As if she had thought of something, Fria shifted her attack from below the face to the opponent's weak point.

"You should just slap me in the face..."

Ron was numb, so the slap to the face didn't hurt that much. But if he had been hit in that spot, it would have been a complete disaster.

"You have no choice."

Seeing the man's frightened expression, Fria felt a great sense of satisfaction.

She loved seeing Ron make that face, though she wouldn't go too far with her attacks, because it wouldn't be fun if she killed him outright.

And for some reason, she actually quite liked rolling it up.

We can't let the tool get ruined.

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The night was deeper.

Most people have already gone to sleep, but those with worries on their minds are still tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

In a territory in the far north, a girl with long, emerald-green hair lay on a bed, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes smiling faintly.

As if she had thought of something that made her happy, she got up and went to the dressing mirror.

"In this world, probably only Mr. Leonard Ron would like his own long green hair."

Joan of Arc stroked her hair, a smile playing on her lips, but for some reason, her face also held a hint of bitterness, as if something was on her mind, causing her brows to furrow.

"He's really amazing. He actually defeated an enemy much stronger than himself. This man is definitely different from others..."

As she said this, Joan of Arc's smile widened, the bitterness on her face seemingly smoothed away by the joy of the moment.

She heard the news this afternoon. When she first heard that Leonard Ron had been at war with other nobles, Joan of Arc was very nervous and prayed that the man would be alright.

As she listened, she realized something was wrong, because when those people talked about Leonard Ron, their eyes were full of admiration.

Knowing the whole story, Joan of Arc developed strange feelings for the man who had complimented her hair.

She inexplicably wanted to see him, to congratulate him, and to have another friendly match.