This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

Nighttime, the outskirts of the city.

Thor arrived with Julia in front of a small house under the cover of night.

Isera, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, was quite surprised to see Julia arrive.

Why did you bring Yulia along?

To portray a discord between master and servant, Thor deliberately said:

"Didn't I promise you I'd bring Yulia along?"

"Bringing it to her now will save her a lot of trouble."

Ysera frowned, ignoring the cold-blooded Thor, and looked at the dragon girl beside her.

Yulia wore an exquisite and elegant maid's dress, with two slender straps hanging from her fair shoulders. The black front of the dress hugged her slender waist, and the lace-trimmed, voluminous skirt fell slightly from her waist to around her knees, swaying gently in the wind.

Isera suddenly felt a sense of unease.

"Yulia, your knee, what happened?"

Following her gaze, one could see clearly visible bruises on Yulia's knees.

Upon hearing this, Yulia instinctively bent her knees and used her skirt to cover the bruises.

"You must have seen wrong..." Yulia explained in a panic.

Isera, of course, did not believe it.

"Did Thor punish you?" she guessed.

As far as she knew, the two had always had a bad relationship, and there was a high possibility that physical punishment would result.

Thor sighed helplessly and said:

"It's just from kneeling for too long while doing housework."

Isera still felt something was off and asked Julia for confirmation:

"Are you sure nothing's wrong?"

Yulia nodded obediently and said cautiously, "It should be fine..."

Ysera was relieved and turned to Thor, speaking seriously:

"She's nominally your maid, and you have a responsibility to protect her!"

Thor didn't bother to explain any further and simply nodded in agreement.

"Okay, okay."

The atmosphere finally calmed down.

Isera walked to the door of the cabin and slowly knocked, the sound of her knocking echoing around her.

This is a large wooden house located in the suburbs, surrounded by low-rise abandoned residential buildings.

"Open the door, it's me," Isera said slowly as she stood in front of the door.

The group waited in front of the sturdy wooden door for a while, but did not notice any movement.

Thor became wary.

Just as he was about to unleash a detection spell, the wooden door finally opened.

A man wearing a gray uniform from the guardhouse came out, his sleeves covering half of his hands, looking somewhat disheveled.

The man didn't look very old; he had regular features, a cold gaze, and thick, dry lips. He bowed respectfully and said:

"Miss Saint".

Isera gestured to him that he didn't need to.

"Hurry up and take us inside."

The man glanced at Thor in front of him, a barely perceptible hesitation appearing in his eyes.

"clear."

The man agreed and led everyone into the house.

The house seemed to have been vacant for a long time. As soon as you entered, you could smell a distinct dusty odor and the air was stuffy.

The floor was covered with a thick layer of dust, and footsteps on the wooden floor made a dull sound.

Isera and the man walked ahead.

Thor and Julia walked side by side behind.

Thor felt something was off.

Fortunately, it's alright.

Ysera took the brunt of their injuries.

If anything happens, it'll probably be Ysera who suffers.

Thor just lost a detection; the man from before was only a third-tier mage.

There shouldn't be any major danger.

Ysera, unaware of Thor's cunning, continued to follow the man inside.

After walking down the narrow corridor for a while, the man finally stopped in front of a house and opened the door.

"The body is inside."

Looking through the door frame, a wooden coffin was placed in the center, with the lid hanging on the edge of the coffin.

Inside the coffin was a pale corpse with a clear penetrating wound on its chest, a hole the size of a fist.

The corpse lay there with its eyes wide open in terror, its face ashen, unable to close its eyes in death.

The man's face was clearly that of Count Oscar.

The deceased is currently in stable condition and is not bleeding from the chest.

The guard at the door gestured for Thor and his party to go inside.

Thor, however, did not go in, intending to let Ysera be the guinea pig alone.

"Isella, you can go in now."

"I'm afraid Yulia will be frightened by the corpse, so let's stay outside the door together."

Ysera thought about it and realized that Thor's words made sense.

For Yulia's sake, she couldn't refute this excuse.

"it is good."

After saying that, she went inside alone.

The man standing at the door looked at Thor suspiciously.

Thor also didn't like being stared at.

"Are you gay? Why are you staring at my face like that?"

"Can't you keep your eyes on the person in the room?"

The man was speechless and didn't say anything more, turning his head to look into the room.

Inside the room, Ysera bent down and touched the corpse with her hand; a holy white light emanated from her palm.

The light spread to the corpse's face, and then from the face to the whole body.

The holy light warmed the body.

Her examination took a while.

A moment later, she withdrew her hand, the light faded, and she walked out of the room.

"This person is indeed Count Oscar."

"Furthermore, judging from the magical circuits within her body, she is a genuine sixth-tier sorcerer."

Ysera looked down, her face grim.

"The fatal blow was a strike from behind, which created the huge hole you can see."

This is not a fake corpse.

It was, in fact, the genuine corpse of Count Oscar.

"So, why did you put his body here?" Isera asked.

The man quickly explained:

"Well..."

"It was because they were worried that someone would steal his body, so they hid it in the suburbs to prevent theft."

This reason is barely acceptable.

After all, he was involved with a complex network of forces and had a large number of subordinates.

There's no guarantee that his son or other subordinates won't try to steal his body for burial.

"Miss Saint, would you like to wash your hands?" the man asked politely.

Ysera, who had just touched the corpse, did indeed intend to wash her hands and immediately nodded.

The man smiled and pointed to a room to the side.

"That's the washroom over there, Miss Saintess, you may go in and wash your hands."

Just as Ysera was about to go in, Thor suddenly interrupted and said:

"Can't I go in?"

The man frowned.

The so-called washroom is actually the women's restroom.

"I'm afraid that's inappropriate; this is a toilet specifically for women," the man said.

Thor remained calm.

"Anyway, nobody actually uses the toilet in there."

"Besides, why would you need separate men's and women's restrooms in a run-down, abandoned suburban house like yours?"

"Will this room have even one user per year?"

Thor ran his fingers across the door frame, scraping off a thick layer of dust.

This so-called toilet has been idle for a long time.

Faced with Thor's questioning, the man was speechless for a moment.

Ysera ended the conversation.

"It's just washing my hands, I can go in by myself."

After saying that, she went into the washroom alone, looked up and checked her surroundings, looking for any dark corners where someone might be hiding.

After confirming there was no danger, she scooped water from a nearby wooden bucket and washed her hands.

She certainly sensed a slight unease and understood Thor's concerns.

So she kept the door open so that outsiders could see what was inside.

She washed her hands, dried them with a towel, and left the house.

Thor watched all of this.

His eyes were fixed on the basin where he had just washed his hands.

The brand-new wooden bucket was filled with a basin of water.

He had already sensed something, but he didn't say anything.

At the guard's signal, the group returned to the room door.

Prepare to disband on the spot.

"Thank you for your hard work today, Thor."

"I guess I was overthinking it," Isera muttered to herself.

In essence, Thor is offering a bodyguard-like job today.

After saying that, the group dispersed on the spot.

In the darkness, Ysera walked toward the church.

Thor squinted.

There are two suspicious places.

One of them was that when Ysera was examining the body, the man kept touching his trouser pocket, perhaps because he had used some kind of mechanism triggered by the magic stone in his pocket in the room where the body was stored.

Secondly, there was the water Ysera had just used to wash her hands.

Judging from the man's dry, chapped lips, this place is too remote and lacks a reliable water source.

If water is available, it cannot be prioritized for toilets that are rarely used.

Thor watched Ysera leave, then quietly followed with Julia.