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Ron was looking down at the sand at his feet when he heard this, paused, and turned to look at her.

Victoria did not return his gaze; her eyes remained fixed on Margaret in the distance.

"My mother is not a magic metal dragon, but just an ordinary silver dragon."

However, she prefers to transform into a human, travel to human towns, open a clinic, and become an adventurer...

That's when my father met her, and the two quickly fell in love.

My father also learned about my mother's identity, but even so, he still couldn't become a dragon knight.

My mother stayed in the Empire after giving birth to me and stayed with me as I grew up.

I was only fifteen when she died.

Victoria spoke calmly, as if she were talking about something that happened a long time ago, but Ron noticed that she was gripping the seashell a little tighter.

"What's going on? A dragon's lifespan shouldn't be like this?" He didn't finish his question, but the meaning was clear.

Victoria was silent for a moment: "The Empire is a magical empire. Although the royal family doesn't value bloodlines much, my father was competing for the right to inherit the throne that year."

A silver dragon marrying an ordinary member of the imperial family is a topic of conversation at banquets, and can even be something to boast about.

But if he wants to compete for the throne, this condition will completely dash his hopes.

All I remember is that during that time, my mother was constantly going on missions.

Border patrols and reconnaissance of dangerous areas—none of these should be within the purview of a member of the royal family, yet they always fall on her shoulders.

Her voice paused, as if she wanted to deliver the sentence smoothly:

"She didn't return from her last mission. The Empire's version is that she was besieged by phantom beasts."

But I know he has a lot to do with this!!!

"Unfortunately, despite all his scheming, he still couldn't defeat that empress."

Victoria's lips curled into a smile that was hard to decipher—it was hard to tell whether it was mockery or a bitter laugh.

The sea breeze blew by, ruffling her long hair.

This was the first time Ron had heard about her background. His previous impression of Victoria was that she was an outstanding genius of the new generation in the Magic Empire.

He was a prodigy who became a third-tier mage at less than a hundred years old.

I never imagined she had this kind of background.

Ron didn't speak. Victoria lowered her head, looking at the pattern on the seashell in her hand:

"So I can't refuse whenever Margaret calls me 'sister'."

She looked up, her gaze falling on the small, silvery-white figure in the distance, turning over stones:

"She looks a lot like my mother. When she's happy, her tail wags, and when she's unhappy, she pats me with her tail."

And they also have the same inclination to hide anything. Once they trust someone, they trust them completely.

After saying that, she turned to look at Ron: "So you must treat her well, don't let her lose her life in a confused way too."

Ron was silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "That day will never come!! So you came here not just to recover from your injuries, right?"

His tone was very resolute.

Ron doesn't consider himself a good person, but he'll fight tooth and nail for anyone who gets close to him.

When it really comes down to that, I will never weigh the pros and cons.

Then I lied to myself and said I did my best.

He couldn't do something like that!

However, Ron would never allow himself to be in such a situation.

He's got all the advantages, yet he still ended up in such a sorry state.

I guess I've lived a life that's been wasted.

In conclusion, this world ultimately comes down to strength.

Just like Victoria's father, if he were strong enough, he would directly become a peak demigod.

Even if he were to marry a goblin, people would still praise his discerning eye.

It did not affect his status as emperor in the slightest.

Strength, and damn it all!

After hearing Victoria's backstory, Ron felt sorry for her and took a half-step forward.

He put his arm around her shoulder and comforted her, "If you're upset, just cry. I'm here for you!"

But Ron's supposedly sharp offensive strategy failed to work.

Victoria looked at him with amusement, and Ron gave an awkward smile, pretending to pat the grass clippings off her shoulder.

He then casually withdrew his hand.

"What? You still want to lay a hand on me?"

"How could that be? I'm not a scumbag!" Ron said righteously.

Victoria didn't know what "scumbag" meant, but she could guess it.

"Oh! Is that so? I was originally planning to be a jerk to you since you saved me once."

"But then again..."

Ron quickly made a sharp turn.

"We've been through thick and thin together, so if you have this need, I have to fulfill it."

"We can't go against the women's wishes!!"

Victoria seemed amused by Ron, her previous seriousness dispelled, and she decided to continue sparring with him.

"Really? Then I'll wait for you tonight. Don't be too scared to come!"

After Victoria opened up, she seemed to have opened her heart.

Ron looked at the enchantress in front of him and knew, of course, that she was probably trying to seduce him.

But how could he possibly suffer a loss?

*Smack!*

He slapped it down directly.

The rebound force nearly knocked Ron's hand away.

But Ron, relying on his rich experience and precise control, managed to stay firmly in place.

Victoria's face flushed instantly. She had lived for over a hundred years and had never encountered anything like this before.

Just as she was about to explode, she heard Ron gently breathing into her ear:

"Shh~, you wouldn't want Margaret to see this, would you!"

"Oppa-san~"

For a moment, Victoria didn't know why, but she actually held back.

Her face flushed red, she gritted her teeth, and let Ron do as he pleased.

He also had to keep an eye on Margaret's location from time to time, for fear of being discovered.

But Ron became increasingly outrageous, his massive hands relentlessly conquering and plundering.

Victoria finally mustered her last bit of strength.

He regained a sliver of clarity and then fled in a panic.

Ron rubbed his fingers together.

As if still savoring the moment, he finally revealed a smug smile:

"Hehe! You can't escape now."

This isolated island is the perfect location for Ron to do his dirty work.

Margaret, noticing Victoria was missing, ran barefoot to Ron and asked:

"Where's Victoria? I haven't taken her to my sleeping place yet! Is she getting impatient?"

"It's all your fault, you naughty little devil! You moved all the big rocks I used to sleep on. I was too embarrassed to take Victoria with me just now."

That must be it, that's why my sister is getting impatient.

Ron thought to himself, "Your sister's clothes are clearly wet. Go back and change."

I don't have time to look at your big rock.

However, I still reassured her to prevent her from thinking about asking Ron for her money back.

"Well, it's not what you think. Victoria isn't feeling well; her injury hasn't healed yet, so she can't stay outside for long."

"She'll come out once she's rested."

"Oh, is my sister's injury still not healed? Can I give her some of my own essence so that she can recover as soon as possible?" Margaret asked cautiously.

She also knew that the original solution was of great importance and would not give it to others privately.

But Victoria was so good to her that she couldn't help but ask Ron a question.

Ron thought about it for a moment and then rejected it:

"Let's wait until tomorrow. If it's suitable, I'll give it to you personally."

"If I give it to her now, I'm afraid she'll get hurt again tonight."

Let's use them together and save money where possible.

Margaret didn't quite understand, but she listened to whatever Ron said.