The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Ron didn't care about anything else and brought his wretched maid over...

"Ugh~ You bastard master, what are you doing~"

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Inside the castle, in a room.

While taking a bath, Filya continuously used her senses to perceive everything next door.

Normally, she would have already taken a shower and gone to bed long ago.

Today, however, she was here, constantly sensing that her cheeks were flushed, as if she were very shy, and her brows were furrowed, as if she were a little angry.

Damn it, they actually had a late-night snack together.

It must have been that man who forced her.

And that, that was...

Sensing everything happening in the next room, Fria's pupils contracted, as if she had seen something extraordinary.

Sure enough, it is indeed the case.

That shameless man harassed her every day...

Damn it!

He actually does this damn thing every day.

The so-called dragon supernatural powers taught by the dragon must also be for this purpose.

That's right.

He definitely wants to slowly drag me down into the abyss, to make me fall into his trap little by little, so that I'll be completely at his mercy...

But how could I possibly fall into a trap? My willpower and strength are formidable.

So that man is probably going to be disappointed...

However, judging from her expression, she seems to really like it...

Gumbling—

Thinking of this, Phyllis couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of dragon saliva. Her thick tail, without her noticing, had already coiled around her...

Damn it....

I'm taking a shower and going to bed...

I sweated a lot during our sparring session today, and it seems like I haven't washed it all off yet.

Well, it's not a big deal to wash it a little longer, right...?

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"You bastard, you jerk, Master, Master is such a big jerk~"

Fiona released her lightly bitten pink lips and looked at the man in front of her with a look of disdain.

Masters are bastards.

A complete jerk!

Forever a big jerk~

"Master, does Master like Fiona? Does Master like Fiona?"

She gazed at the man before her with her beautiful, watery eyes.

Why did I ask such a question?

That's so weird!

What do you mean by liking or disliking?

I wouldn't care.

How could I possibly care about what that bastard's owner thinks?

"Of course I like you. I like everything about you—your fair face, your beautiful eyes, your figure, your skin, your lips..."

After saying this, Ron grabbed his maid's slender waist, pressed his face close, and kissed her...

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"Hmm~ But, but maids hate their masters the most, they hate masters like this~"

Fiona's current state was very strange. She said she hated it, but her posture and charming expression made her look like she was deeply in love, even to the point of life and death.

The thing a maid hates most is her master.

Masters are creatures meant to be hated~~

"But I feel like the way you are right now is exactly what I like."

Looking at the delicate young girl in front of him, Ron's lips couldn't help but curl up little by little.

This was the first time Ron had ever seen his lousy maid display such a captivating demeanor.

At this moment, Fiona's pink lips were trembling, and her delicate body swayed gently in the flickering candlelight.

She is lively and adorable, like an elfin girl who is hard to fathom, and symbolizes beauty.

"No matter what the maid looks like, she still hates her master. Maids are all hateful~~"

Fiona didn't even know what she was saying; she just opened her mouth and started talking.

After saying this, she hugged the man in front of her tightly, and the two of them embraced each other.

Fiona hugged the man in front of her very tightly, as if afraid he would leave.

"Master, Master~ Never leave your maid, never..."

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Time flies, and dawn breaks in the blink of an eye.

A brand new day has arrived in the Swamp Territory.

The hardworking villagers got up before dawn, changed into warm cotton clothes, and went to the wheat fields to check on the growth of the wheat ears.

Upon seeing the wheat ears turn golden and each grain plump, all the people were overjoyed.

Because they knew this symbolized an upcoming harvest, and that the wheat could be harvested right now.

However, to allow the wheat to mature further, it is advisable to wait until it becomes fuller before harvesting.

To their great surprise, the wheat grown here was larger than wheat grown anywhere else, with each ear of wheat being 20-30% larger than that of ordinary wheat.

In other words, the yield per mu is more than 30% higher than in other places because there are more ears of wheat.

Therefore, this year can be considered a bumper harvest.

Under such circumstances, how could the people not be excited?

Everyone was looking forward to a great harvest, hoping their team would achieve a good ranking, because that would mean even richer rewards.

Fiona, who is a personal maid, woke up as usual.

However, today she woke up later than yesterday, and more so than on any other day.

The reason is simple: I stayed up late last night, almost until the early hours of the morning.

She had only slept for a little over two hours when she woke up, so you can imagine how late she slept last night.

After waking up, she didn't get out of bed immediately, but instead clung to the blanket and stayed in bed comfortably for a while.

uh~

Very sleepy!

I feel like I can't get up anymore.

I stayed up too late yesterday....

Oh, right, Master...

As if she had just realized something, Fiona opened her eyes and saw that, just as she had thought, the man she had been longing for was right beside her, being held in her arms.

The man in front of me was asleep, his breathing heavy, his profile handsome...

That bastard Ron, it's already dawn and he's still sleeping in.

What a jerk.

However, he had a very tiring day yesterday. He went hunting during the day, sparred with Philia in the evening, and was busy for several hours after returning...

Let him be willful this time and sleep in a little longer~

Thinking of this, Fiona hugged the man beside her, rubbing her fair cheek against his body as if expressing her love.