This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

Outside Thor's room, Julia, dressed in a loose nun's habit, hesitated.

These are clothes she borrowed before, and today she's finally going to wear them.

Thinking about what's going to happen next.

Her heart was pounding wildly.

However, she never dared to knock on Thor's door.

She is afraid.

Afraid of being rejected.

She still doesn't know how Thor views her.

Thor has always left her to her own devices.

Yulia enjoyed being encouraged by Thor.

But this is not enough.

Yulia wanted more.

Today may be the day to lay everything bare.

If I just pretend to be a noble saintess, Thor will definitely look at me with new eyes, right?

As she hesitated, Lillian's voice rang out from behind her.

"Your Majesty, is there anything I can help you with?"

The process of imagining was interrupted.

Julia turned around and looked at Lillian, a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Lillian! I order you to stay in your room tonight!"

"I won't allow you to come out!"

Yulia’s tone carried a hint of authority.

It really sounds like he's scolding a subordinate.

Lillian didn't know what she had done wrong, and was inexplicably scolded by Her Majesty the Queen, which made her feel a little wronged.

"Very well, Your Majesty..."

Lillian walked away, somewhat sadly.

After the other person left, Yulia waited a while longer to make sure no one was around.

She finally took a deep breath and knocked on Thor's door with trembling hands.

A series of loud knocks echoed in the empty corridor.

There was no response from inside the house.

Yulia's heart was in her throat.

Fortunately, there was finally a response from inside the door.

"Come in."

Thor's voice rang out.

After receiving permission, Yulia pushed open the door and went into the house.

The room was dimly lit and somewhat cluttered, with unused clothes lying haphazardly on hangers and various books piled on the desk.

The only light source in the room shone from the table onto Thor, casting a faint glow, and his shadow swayed on the ground.

Thor was sitting at his desk with his back to her, holding a magic book in his hands.

He casually turned a page, his eyes still on the book, and said casually:

"What's wrong, Yulia?"

Yulia swallowed hard, her mind blank.

All the things I had planned to say were completely forgotten.

Time passed, I don't know how much.

Yulia remained unanswered.

"Um?"

Thor sensed something was wrong.

He put down the book in his hand, turned around, and was about to ask a question when he was suddenly startled.

"no?"

"Julia? Why are you wearing Isera's clothes?"

At this moment, Yulia was wearing a loose robe that didn't fit her figure. The sleeves covered her hands, and the hem of the skirt even dragged on the ground.

"What's going on? Where did you buy it?" Thor asked hurriedly.

Yulia innocently raised her hands and lightly shook the sleeves covering her palms, showing Thor the completely ill-fitting clothes.

"I asked Miss Saint for this..." Julia replied softly.

Thor was startled and stepped forward to touch Julia's forehead.

No fever?

Seeing Thor's actions, Julia was puzzled, her eyes filled with confusion. She asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong, young master? Don't you like it?"

This was a plan she had been meticulously devising for several days.

This shouldn't be the result, right?

Thor was so angry he laughed.

"I don't like it at all." These were Thor's heartfelt words.

"So why are you dressed like that?"

Yulia sensed the doubt in Thor's tone.

She kept her head down, looking dejected.

She thought Thor would like it.

"I know you've been looking for Miss Saintess these past few days..."

"I just wanted to pretend to be a saintly lady so you would like me a little more..."

Thor was somewhat speechless and said:

"I don't like it."

Upon hearing the words "I don't like it," Yulia's heart sank to the bottom.

Expectations were dashed.

The imagined happiness did not come true.

She suddenly remembered something and quickly said:

"Or, would it make you happy if I played the Dragon Queen?"

Yulia pointed to the dragon horns, which symbolized the glory of the dragon race, and showed them to Thor.

As long as one possesses the identity of the Dragon Queen.

Thor will definitely appreciate it!

"Lillian said I am the Dragon Queen, so..."

"That's enough, Julia," Thor interrupted her.

"I don't need you to 'play' the Dragon Queen for me."

"Judging from your reaction today, you clearly don't want to shoulder such a heavy burden."

Yulia's eyes flickered with confusion.

Even the title of Dragon Queen isn't enough for Thor?

She didn't understand what she should do.

After a long while, she finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"So..."

"What can I do to make you like me?"

Thor gazed at the girl before him.

At this moment, the girl is like a wounded doll, desperately wanting to gain my approval.

It's as if having one's own approval is the cure for everything.

Even if the price of this antidote is the distortion of one's own personality.

Seeing her like this, Thor was truly helpless.

I have always valued Yulia's feelings.

In a normal master-servant relationship, Thor should perhaps have been bolder in his treatment of Julia.

I have never done this before.

This was simply because I was worried about hurting Yulia's feelings.

Perhaps it was out of sympathy for Julia's past experiences.

Or perhaps it's a worry about the vague and uncertain future of "darkening".

He deliberately controlled himself from doing anything out of line.

Thor did not initiate any physical contact.

This doesn't mean he doesn't like Julia anymore.

His tone was serious, and his expression was more earnest than ever before.

"It's very simple to make me like you."

"Just be yourself."

Yulia froze on the spot.

"To be...myself...?" she murmured, looking down.

"You're very good, Julia."

"You don't need to be anyone's shadow."

"You don't need to pretend to be anyone."

Yulia remained rooted to the spot, still reeling from what had just been said.

"You shouldn't change yourself to gain the approval of others."

"Did you understand, Julia?"

Yulia was in a daze and did not respond at all.

Thorton paused, then continued to persuade:

"You should be more confident in yourself."

So,

"Take off this ill-fitting dress quickly."

Yulia was breathing rapidly.

Then she did as instructed.

Right now, right here in this room.

In front of Thor, Yulia shed the disguise that was not hers.

The ill-fitting item fell to the ground.

Thor raised an eyebrow, looking thoughtfully at the girl in front of him.

Fair and silky skin, a slender and well-proportioned waist without an ounce of excess fat, a flat stomach, and a face flushed with rosy cheeks.

"You're the one who lets me be myself..."

The girl's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist as she looked at him with deep affection.

Before Thor could even make a move.

Yulia instantly pounced on Thor and pinned him to the bed.

"I love you the most, young master!"

The girl's red lips kissed him, her tail sticking up straight, almost touching the ceiling.

After a moment, she reluctantly separated, her voice trembling as she asked:

"Tonight, is that alright, young master...?"

Looking into Julia's burning gaze, Thor calmly said:

"Can."

Yulia tried to suppress the joy in her heart, but tears of happiness fell from her eyes and wet Thor's cheeks.

She bent down, stuck out her tongue, and deftly licked Thor's cheek, from bottom to top, wiping away the tears that had fallen onto Thor's face.

The salty tears were swallowed.

The tears disappeared, and another streak of saliva appeared on Thor's face.

"Young master, please don't pity me."

......

The room was filled with the girl's soft, panting breaths.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

Three hours passed.

Yulia was delirious and her speech was slurred.

Driven by instinct, I kept repeating a sentence.

"I love you the most, Master!"

"I love you the most, Master!!"

"I love you the most, Master!!!"

......

......

I don't know how much time passed.

The night that belonged to us all tonight has finally come to an end.

Thor sat on the edge of the bed, cleaning up the blood-stained sheets, and looked at Julia, who was nestled beside him, drifting off to sleep happily.

The wild Dragonblood Dancer of my memory was so fragile just now.

I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing.