Transmigrated with a Demon-Refining Pot: Hehehe, Refine in an instant

Ron, as usual, would take a stroll around Victoria's place every day.

Sometimes Victoria would leave Margaret there overnight, which Ron was initially worried about.

When she got back, she asked Margaret if the other party had done any strange experiments on her.

Margaret said no, they were just eating and drinking together, and she didn't notice anything unusual.

If the dragon's high magical constitution wasn't detected, then there shouldn't be any problem.

Ron was relieved.

Margaret was resting at her place again that day, and Ron, as usual, came to visit.

He pushed open the door and walked directly into Victoria's private drawing room without being announced by a servant.

He was stunned as soon as he went in.

Victoria sat on the sofa, holding a cup of black tea, chatting and laughing with a little silver-haired girl.

The little girl sat next to her; her skin was as white as porcelain, and she wore a cream-colored dress.

Its two short legs barely touched the ground, wobbling back and forth.

She was holding a pastry in her hand, her cheeks bulging, and she was eating with great relish. Her long, silvery-white hair reached her waist, and she and Victoria next to her looked like sisters.

Ron blinked. Was he seeing things?

When did Victoria get a younger sister? I've never heard her mention it.

But then a guess formed in my mind.

The little girl seemed to sense something, and looked up towards the door.

Her eyes were a deep blue, large and bright, like two polished sapphires.

The moment she saw Ron, her pupils contracted sharply, and she almost dropped the pastry in her mouth. Then her face flushed red, from the tips of her ears to the roots of her neck.

"ah--"

The little girl hurriedly put down the snacks.

He ran off on his short little legs, and Ron was about to stop him.

A flash of white light appeared outside, and a giant silver dragon appeared in the open space. It flapped away as fast as if it were fleeing.

Ron stood there, his mouth open, but he couldn't close it for a long time.

Victoria slowly put down her teacup, used her staff to pour Ron a cup of tea, and remained expressionless.

"You saw it too," she said calmly.

Ron nodded stiffly:

"That's... Margaret?"

"Yes. The transformation was successful." Victoria poured herself a fresh cup of tea.

"She came to see me this morning, saying she wanted to give it a try. She succeeded on her first try, which surprised even herself. She was originally planning to surprise you, but when she actually saw you, she chickened out."

Ron was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath.

"Where did she go?"

"Your camp, I suppose." Victoria picked up her teacup.

"She's not quite proficient yet. Go back and supervise her to practice more. I'll teach her how to transform clothes later..."

Before Victoria could finish speaking, Ron had already turned and run away.

Little Dragon Girl, Little Loli.

I am coming......

Inside the camp, the knights of the Silver Dragon Knights were busy with their tasks. They were all stunned when the Grand Duke rushed in like a whirlwind.

"Have you seen Margaret?" Ron asked Hart.

Hart pointed to the dragon's nest at the edge of the camp:

"Inside, I don't know what happened, it flew in and curled up into a ball, not letting anyone get close."

Ron strode over to a tall shed.

Margaret lay motionless on the cushion, her silvery-white dragon body curled up in a ball, her dragon head buried under her wings, and her tail draped over the ground.

"Margaret."

The dragon head remained motionless.

"I saw it all just now."

The dragon's head tucked into its wings.

"You look quite cute in human form."

Its tail swayed slightly.

"Try changing it for me again?"

A plume of steam rose from the faucet.

"OK?"

"I'm begging you!"

There was silence for about ten breaths. Then, a flash of white light.

The silver-white dragon's body disappeared, replaced by a silver-haired little girl who fell from the sky.

It landed right in Ron's arms.

Margaret covered her face with her hands, revealing only her bright red ears and two small silver dragon horns on her head.

Ron held her and whispered, "Take your hands off me, let me see."

Margaret shook her head, her bright blue eyes peeking out from between her fingers as she glanced at him furtively before quickly closing them again.

"Weren't you laughing quite happily with Victoria just now?"

"That's different!" Margaret's voice was childish, yet tinged with embarrassment and anger.

"Who told you to show up so suddenly! I wasn't ready!"

Ron smiled, reached out and took her small hand, gently prying it open.

The little girl had long, silvery-white hair that hung over her shoulders, bright blue eyes, a rosy face, and bare feet.

She was small and soft, like a fluffy little kitten.

Victoria hadn't had a chance to teach her illusion magic yet, and the dress she was wearing earlier had already been torn.

Ron's gaze drifted further and further downwards.

"It's so small and cute," Ron said earnestly.

Margaret's face turned even redder, and steam began to rise from her head again.

"You're lying!"

"I'm not kidding. It looks even better than its dragon form."

"You—!" Margaret was so angry she wanted to hit him, but her little hand was being held, and for some reason she had no strength at all.

Unable to break free, she had no choice but to bump her head against his chest.

Ron laughed and picked her up.

Margaret felt lightheaded. She gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her short legs gripping his waist.

"Put me down!"

"I won't let go."

"You little rascal!"

"Then I'll show you just how bad I can be!"

After saying that, Margaret picked up her chopsticks and went completely limp.

Ron smiled and said to Margaret in his arms:

"Relax, let's go to the little garden."

"What are you going there for?"

"It's up to you."

Margaret blushed again, but did not refuse.

A flash of white light, and the two entered the small garden.

The sky in the small garden is always so warm, sunlight shines through the thin mist onto the grass, and butterflies flutter among the flowers.

Margaret's long, silvery-white hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her deep blue eyes were clearer than the sky.

Arriving at the exclusive lord's villa.

Ron put her down. She stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, looked down at herself, and then looked up at Ron.

"Did you see clearly?" Margaret looked up at him, hands on her hips, chin slightly raised, her cheeks still flushed.

Ron, still staring intently, swallowed hard before speaking:

"I can see it clearly, but the more I look at it, the more I want to eat it, what should I do?"

"Hmph~ So will you still cheat me out of money in the future?" Margaret pouted and said angrily.

After interacting with Victoria, she realized she had been thoroughly scammed.

He foolishly used all his money to buy more shares, and now he's going to settle accounts with Ron.

But Ron didn't give her a chance to retaliate and pounced on the little girl.

"I'm not lying to you anymore, what's yours is mine from now on."

Margaret was so overwhelmed by Ron that she couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

She felt dizzy and nodded at everything Ron said.

"Here I come!"

"Hmm~~"

"Ah~" Margaret gasped softly, her brows furrowed.

However, it quickly relaxed.

After a while, Ron suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

"Change back quickly!!!"