I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 106 Of course, an awards ceremony must be held!

Vivian's reaction was as expected.

She kicked the suspicious baby food bowl away.

She turned around and went to sleep, fuming.

"Ian~"

A voice, still slightly nasal from just waking up, rang in Ian's ear.

He was lying deep inside the dragon's nest.

Beside her, the young dragon Vivian had already woken up.

She knelt on the blanket like a puppy, rubbed her eyes with her little paws, and then crawled over with a "pat-pat" and hugged Ian's jelly-like body.

"Little Ian~ play with me~" She rubbed her face against the cool, rubbery surface.

Ian felt the warm breath and smooth scales and sighed inwardly.

coming.

All day long, Vivian was like a 24-hour dragon pendant, following me everywhere I went, impossible to shake off.

I tried using [Split] to create a slime that looked exactly like me, and even separated a part of my consciousness to control the clone to do things.

However, this makes the main body appear somewhat sluggish due to the dual-line control.

At times like this, Vivian would pounce on the slime, scratching at the gelatinous substance with her claws, and say in a pitiful voice, "Little Ian isn't talking to the dragon anymore!"

"No! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!" Ian denied it three times in a row. "I was just a little distracted—"

"Woof!" Vivian immediately curled her tail. "You're just ignoring me! You think I'm annoying! Waaah~!"

"No, no, no! I was wrong!" Ian immediately backed down.

From then on, Ian resigned himself to his fate.

Let's just take her along. Consider it raising a daughter who eats a lot.

"Vivian," Ian tried to make his voice sound gentle, "I have some important business to attend to today. So, could you please—"

"Is it serious business?" Baby Dragon tilted his head. "I want to go too!"

"Sweetie, you stay here." Ian started making empty promises. "I'll have Charles make you a super-sized cream cake."

Vivian's eyes were full of disdain.

"You want me to go to Akaishi? Then I'm even more determined to go!"

She jumped up and grabbed one of Ian's tentacles, dragging him out with such force that she almost tore the slime into a long strip.

"Wait a minute!" Ian quickly steadied himself. "I'm not ready yet!"

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Vivian had already jumped to the entrance of the dragon's nest and turned back to urge them on.

Fine, I'll take her with me then. She said she'd keep the baby dragon form a secret, but what's the point of keeping it a secret in this situation? I feel like she'd definitely run off even if I wasn't there.

Collective canteen.

This place was temporarily converted into the venue for the post-war debriefing meeting.

Charles stood at the front, holding thick ledgers and parchment, his face showing the exhaustion of staying up all night.

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Representatives from various ethnic groups were seated or standing below.

Angry Horn and several less wounded tauren warriors sat on the left, their bodies still wrapped in bandages, but in good spirits.

Rongrong sat on the right with several rabbit-people elders, their expressions tense.

Gugu and several goblin squad leaders squatted in the corner, chattering away.

Lilith leaned against the wall in the shadows, arms crossed, her silver eyes scanning the entire room.

Also present were the three members of the Gilded Rose Squad: Phoebe, Nicole, and Barbara, seated slightly towards the back. They had been summoned after the war and were now exchanging quiet conversations, their eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of unease.

Ian was held in Vivian's arms.

To be precise, the young dragon treated him like a slime pillow, hugged him with both arms, pressed his face against it, and walked into the cafeteria.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

All eyes were on Ian and—the baby dragon with a face full of curiosity.

Vivian noticed the gaze, looked up, her golden vertical pupils swept around, and then she confidently found the most comfortable spot.

She climbed onto the largest table in the center of the cafeteria, her tail coiling around her four paws, and placed Ian right in the middle of her body.

Ian felt that Vivian's antics made the meeting feel completely unlike a regular meeting.

Charles whispered in Ian's ear, "Are we really going to have this... awards ceremony? All those medals..."

Titles—isn't that a bit of an overreaction?

Upon hearing this, Ian shook his head and said, "That's not right! Charles, although you have some skills in managing the territory, it's not much! You need to learn how to win people's hearts! That means you absolutely must hold an awards ceremony! And it must be a grand affair!"

Ian announced that the meeting should begin immediately.

Let's begin!

"First, the post-battle statistics." Charles opened the ledger. "Five Minotaur warriors were seriously wounded, and twenty-seven were slightly wounded. The seriously wounded are now out of danger, and the slightly wounded are expected to recover within a week."

The bull lowered its head, a sorrowful expression on its face.

"30 goblin operators were killed in action."

"Resource consumption —"

Charles read them aloud one by one.

With each line she read, Vivian would whisper in Ian's ear, "Little Ian, why are those ugly greens crying?"

"Because I lost my companions."

Ian found it strange that the goblins were crying too? Weren't they supposed to be used to death? Could it be that they'd developed feelings for each other during military training?

"Oh————" Vivian seemed to understand but not quite, but she reached into her pocket and pulled out a shiny candy, which she handed to Ian from who-knows-where, "Here you go, it's sweet, it'll make you feel better."

Ian froze, staring at the candy with a bit of saliva on it, then at the baby dragon's serious expression, speechless.

"Ugh—I'm not sad—oh wait, I'm really sad about the goblins' sacrifice!" Ian suddenly realized his mistake and quickly whispered to Baby Dragon, "This is going to be serious, don't mess with my ancestor!"

"Shouldn't Ian eat even more when he's upset?" Vivian asked, tilting her head.

Charles quickly stepped in to save the day.

"Next, let's reward those who have contributed." Charles put away the ledger and took out a new list. "Based on the contribution point system previously established by Lord Ian, and considering the performance in this battle, the rewards are now announced."

The entire audience perked up their ears.

"First, the Goblin Tactical Squad." Charles looked at Gugu, "operating the terminal to kill a large number of monsters, effectively delaying the monster tide. A collective merit is awarded; in addition to the points bonus, all members will receive an extra week's food rations and be awarded the 'Dragon Lord Warrior' medal."

He took out dozens of simple iron badges—each engraved with a ferocious dragon head biting a slime.

Gugu trembled with excitement as he took the badge and immediately pinned it to the most prominent spot on his chest. Then, he roared at the goblins behind him, "See that! See that! We are warriors! Warriors!"

The goblins erupted in a deafening cheer.

Vivian was startled and shrank closer to Ian: "What happened to them?"

"I'm happy," Ian explained.

"Oh—" Vivian laughed as she watched the little green guys gesturing wildly. "They're still ugly, but I don't seem to want to kill them as much anymore."

Ian was embarrassed; he had almost forgotten that Vivian hated goblins.

Even after shrinking, she still tried to kill the goblin—she truly hasn't forgotten her original intention!