Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

At this moment, Elvia had neither the face nor the mind to chase after Luo Ye, who was heading towards the abyss.

She returned to her chambers, curled up on the large obsidian throne, and buried herself in the soft fur cushions.

Her long, deep purple hair cascaded down the armrests of the throne. She hugged her knees, rested her chin on them, and stared blankly at the bright moon outside the window with her gilded vertical pupils.

She clutched the Shadow Crystal Dragon Statue that Luo Ye had given her tightly in her hand.

The statue was small, just the right size for her to hold in her palm.

The Shadow Crystal was polished very smoothly, and under the moonlight it shone with a faint dark purple luster. The little dragon was crouching in a lifelike posture, its tail playfully raised, and its eyebrows and eyes carried a hint of her proud and arrogant expression.

That idiot.

Even though he was about to die, he still had the mind to carve this kind of thing for her.

Eluvia's fingers gently caressed the smooth surface of the statue, her mind replaying everything that had happened that night.

Luo Ye secretly slipped out of the Dragon's Nest, following him all the way to Silvermoon Peak. She witnessed his anger as he kissed Serafina, his shock upon hearing the truth, the warmth of the Silvermoon Heart's power flowing into his body, and also—

And the wondrous feeling when he held Seraphina's hand, and then hers, connecting the three souls together.

She could sense Serafina's emotions.

It was a complex emotion, tinged with both relief and a touch of jealousy, like a glass of aged wine, slightly astringent at first, but with a sweet aftertaste.

She could also sense Luo Ye's emotions.

It was a frank, unreserved determination, a willingness to bear all the consequences.

And that—

That same genuine care for her, and for Serafina.

"Damn dragon knight..."

Eluvia muttered softly, pressing the statue tightly against her chest, as if she could feel its warmth that way.

"Why be so good to yourself..."

She curled up even tighter, burying half her face in her knees, revealing only her pair of gilded vertical pupils, which gleamed eerily in the darkness.

"Being nice to me is fine, but why be so nice to that old woman...?"

The thought of Serafina made her feel a tightness in her chest.

That old woman has lived for tens of thousands of years. She is beautiful, powerful, and possesses so many treasures—the Reverse Scale Soft Armor, the Inherited Dragon Fang. Any one of them could drive the powerful figures of the entire continent crazy.

Most importantly, it's snow-white and big!

And what about her?

She was just a young black dragon who hadn't even come of age yet, unable to break her own curse, and Luo Ye had to risk his life to save her.

What right does she have to have him all to herself?

but--

But she just doesn't want to share.

She was the one who met Luo Ye first, she was the one who signed the contract with him first, and she was clearly his rightful Dragon King.

Why should that old woman get half of it?

Eluvia grew angrier the more she thought about it, her dragon tail thrashing restlessly behind her, the tip striking the armrest of the throne with a sharp "smack, smack".

But as she got angry, she lost her temper.

Because she knew that without Serafina, Loye wouldn't be able to obtain the Silver Moon Heart and save her.

She hated that old woman, but she had to admit it—

That old woman saved her life.

It also saved Luo Ye's life.

"Ughhhhhh—this is so annoying!"

Eluvia buried her face in the soft fur cushion and let out a muffled, frantic wail.

She rolled over and lay on her back on the wide throne, holding the small dragon statue in her hands, looking at the shadow runes flowing on the dome through the dark purple crystal.

That idiot must have put a lot of effort into carving this for her all night long.

Eluvia's lips unconsciously curled up slightly, but she quickly suppressed it.

"……no."

She sat up abruptly, a resolute glint flashing in her gilded vertical pupils.

"I've figured it out."

She gripped the statue tightly, jumped off the throne, and stood barefoot on the cold obsidian floor, her long, deep purple hair tracing a beautiful arc behind her as she moved.

"I can't live without that stupid dragon knight."

The moment she said those words, she felt the weight on her heart suddenly lift.

Yes, she can't live without him.

It wasn't because she needed his protection, nor because he was her dragon knight, but because she had grown accustomed to having him by her side.

She was used to his nagging in her ear, used to his clumsy attempts to coax her when she was angry, and used to him calling her "Your Majesty" in that gentle yet irritating tone.

When did it start?

Perhaps it was from the moment on the battlefield of the Rift Valley, when he was covered in blood but still stood in front of her.

Perhaps it was from the moment he clumsily grilled meat for her in the dragon's nest, and despite her disdain, he continued to feed her with a smile.

Perhaps it was from the moment he secretly touched her dragon horns, and she chased him all over the mountain, yet he still stubbornly continued to court death.

Perhaps it was tonight, when he lowered his head to kiss her, transferring the power of the Silver Moon Heart into her body, that tender touch that made her heart tremble.

She didn't know when it started, but that foolish dragon knight had become an indispensable part of her life.

She didn't want to lose him.

Even if it meant sharing him with that old woman, Serafina, she didn't want to lose him.

and so--

"I'm going to bring that idiot back!"

Eluvia clenched her fists, her golden vertical pupils burning with fierce fighting spirit:

"Tie him up and take him back to the dragon's lair, never to leave again! That way he will belong only to me!"

The more she thought about it, the more perfect the plan seemed.

"I am truly clever!"

Eluvia happily twirled around, her deep purple hair and skirt billowing as she moved, tracing a beautiful arc in the moonlight.

Without further hesitation, her petite body instantly swelled, enveloped in a dark purple light, and transformed into a jet-black dragon tens of meters long.

With a sudden burst of dragon wings, she burst out of her bedchamber and soared into the night sky, speeding toward Silver Moon Peak.

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