The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

If the other party is a very exciting dragon girl... then that's another story.

"Dragon Girl, what a strange name..."

Fria frowned. She didn't understand the meaning of the words, but she felt that it was a terrible title, and the maid outfit sounded weird.

Humans are creatures that always manage to come up with all sorts of strange things.

"This is the general term we humans use to refer to the women of your dragon race."

Ron wasn't even sure if anyone in the world still referred to female dragons that way.

"And what is a woman?"

This male human always speaks words that I can't understand.

Ron gestured for them to follow, patiently explaining:

"Women are what you call females, and men are me, which you call males. From now on, stop using the terms male and female, and just use women and men instead."

"Why?"

Fria proudly raised her chin and looked at the man beside her;

“We, the dragon race, have been called this for thousands of years. Why should we change it because of you, a human?”

She possesses the pride of a dragon and is unwilling to compromise with humans, even though she has already compromised several times.

"Because I am now your lord."

Ron stopped and looked at the little dragon beside him with a serious expression;

"Is this how you all speak to your chief in your tribe? If so, then I should probably reconsider your loyalty."

"you...."

Fria frowned as she looked at the man in front of her, speechless for a moment.

"Ouch~ Ovelle, your tail poked my stomach~"

Lucia, who wasn't looking where she was going and was admiring the scenery in the courtyard, bumped into O'Ville.

"Lucia, you're the one who bumped into me..."

O'Ville helplessly hugged her tail... Lucia was always so reckless.

"Oh, I see~ I thought you poked me."

Lucia chuckled and scratched her head somewhat sheepishly.

"Wow, it smells so good! I can smell the grilled meat!"

Lucia squinted, sniffed the air in front of her, and looked excited.

"Lord Ron didn't lie to us, there really is roast meat to eat."

Sweet dragon saliva kept oozing from her mouth, and she changed her address for Ron from "human" to "lord."

"Your nose is really sensitive; you could smell it from this far away."

Ron estimated that the restaurant was at least twenty meters away from here.

"Hehe~"

Lucia chuckled, her expression seeming to say, "If you're going to praise me, then praise me more."

No, what's there to be proud of... O'Ville, who was standing to the side, really wanted to complain, because she could also smell the aroma of barbecue.

"Eat as much as you like later."

Ron knew they hadn't eaten much these past few days, so he specially prepared a barbecue for ten people, figuring there would be some left over.

"Okay~"

As a staunch advocate of surrender, Lucia made no attempt to hide her inner joy.

Led by Ron, the dragon girls came to a human restaurant for the first time. Of course, other dragons had been to human restaurants before, but they had only been lying on plates.

The restaurant's entrance is over three meters high, and the interior is spacious with semi-transparent crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and several explicit oil paintings on the walls on both sides.

A long, brown wooden dining table, eight meters long and capable of seating 20 people, is placed in the center.

On the dining table were more than a dozen plates of various sizes, a whole golden crispy roast chicken, a three-pound leg of lamb, freshly squeezed milk from the morning, and several baskets of wheat bread spread with honey.

This is today's breakfast.

When the man entered, the maid Fiona thoughtfully pulled out the chair for the head of the table.

"Master, please have your meal. If you need anything, please let the maid know."

"Why don't you sit down and eat with us?"

Previously, Ron was served by maids, and he could only sit at the table after he finished eating.

“Master, this is against the rules. Doing this is extremely impolite.”

Fiona has received professional training and generally adheres to her maid duties, unless she gets impatient.

"My word is law."

As a modern man, Ron didn't care about aristocratic etiquette; he did whatever made him comfortable.

"I know, Master."

Fiona lifted her skirt, her calves, encased in black pantyhose, slightly bent, and bowed her slender waist in a gesture of respect before pulling out a stool, smoothing out the hem of her skirt, and placing her round, pert buttocks on the stool.

She sensed that Ron had changed, that he was different from before, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.

"Yes, it's roast chicken and roast lamb leg, it smells so good!"

Lucia's mouth was watering uncontrollably, her eyes glued to the roast meat on the table. If O'Ville hadn't pulled her away as soon as she walked in, she probably would have been eating already.

Phyllis's throat moved almost imperceptibly, and dragon fluid began to secrete from her mouth.

However, her expression remained unchanged, suggesting she wasn't interested in the food.

Ron smiled when he saw Lucia, who was looking on anxiously.

"You may sit down and eat as well; these are all prepared for you."

Chapter 9: Feeding Phyllis a Chicken Leg by Hand! No maid wants to be fed!

On the dining table, plates of roasted meat steamed and smelled delicious.

Lucia, her mouth constantly drooling, couldn't wait to get to the dining table. She bent down, grabbed a roast chicken, and put it in her mouth.

"Mmm~ Mmm~ Smells so good~ Delicious~"

After taking a bite, Lucia squinted her eyes and revealed a happy expression.

"Glug~" Seeing Lucia eating with relish, O'Ville couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of dragon's saliva.

Although she really wanted to eat it, she didn't lose her composure like Lucia.

She walked lightly to the dining table and pulled out a chair;

"Lucia, sit down and eat. Don't eat so fast, or you'll choke."

She offered gentle reminders, like an older sister.

"Okay~ I understand~"

As Lucia chewed on the crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside roasted chicken, she pressed her round, plump buttocks heavily onto the brown wooden stool.

The spacious wooden bench was completely covered by her buttocks.

O'Ville turned her head and looked at the half of her stool sticking out, and she knew the difference between herself and Lucia.

Lucia must be the most fertile dragon in our tribe.

Looking at the steaming grilled meat in front of her, she picked up a piece and started eating.

Knowing that she was about to reach adulthood and was physically weak and needed nourishment, O'Ville did not refuse the food prepared by humans.

Fria seemed to be still hesitating about whether to eat it, sitting on the wooden stool, looking at the roasted lamb leg in front of her with a conflicted expression.

Human food, I don't eat.

Phyllis closed her eyes, trying to remain calm, but the fragrance aggressively filled her nostrils, causing her mouth to water uncontrollably...

Damn, why does human-made barbecue smell so good?

"Fria, why aren't you eating?"

O'Ville licked her lips and looked at her companion beside her. She did have the answer; she knew that Fria probably didn't want to eat human food.

"I don't have much of an appetite, you guys eat."

Fria turned her head to the side and forced a smile.

"Fria, this roast chicken is so delicious, you should try some!"

Lucia ate the roasted chicken while laughing and speaking.

"I'm almost an adult, and I don't have much of an appetite."

Fria withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes, refusing to look at the tempting roasted meat.