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

Luo Ye muttered something to himself, then shook his head and laughed at himself.

"Probably not. The system scanned him back then; that guy's going to be sleeping until next year."

He silently calculated the timeline in his mind.

I left home at the age of eight and wandered around on adventures. Relying on the system items I accumulated, I finally managed to sneak into the Fire Dragon King's territory after many hardships.

I was finally about to win over that temperamental older woman, but then she...

He fell asleep without warning and didn't wake up, almost starving to death in the castle.

If he hadn't cleverly escaped, he would probably be a dried-up corpse in the Fire Dragon's territory by now.

"I only took a small piece of her sore spot as compensation for emotional distress, isn't that reasonable?"

Thinking of this, Luo Ye nodded confidently, put the thought out of his mind, and strode outside.

What he didn't notice was—

In the instant he turned around, a faint glimmer of fire flickered across the surface of the reverse scale on his chest.

Stepping out of the main hall, the morning light was bright, and dappled golden rays poured down from the gaps in the clouds, gently covering the entire Eternal Night Dragon's Nest and gilding the outline of the entire obsidian castle with a warm glow.

Luo Ye rounded the corner and bumped into Erta on the stone steps outside.

Salta was leaning lazily against a stone pillar, a blade of green grass dangling from his mouth, his hands behind his head, leisurely basking in the morning light, looking like he was taking a leisurely break.

Upon catching sight of Luo Ye, he immediately spat out the grass stalk in his mouth, his eyes instantly lighting up with gossip, and a knowing smile appeared on his face that said, "I've been watching the whole thing, I know everything, but I'll never say anything."

"Yo, Dragon Knight, you're up early."

Luo Ye paused, looking at him expressionlessly: "What do you want to say?"

"No, no, no! I didn't do anything!" Salta frantically waved his hands, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips, and the gossip in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"I went to bed really early last night, I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes, I didn't hear a thing, really!"

"..."

Luo Ye's lips twitched slightly; this was even more unbelievable than Serafina's explanation of elemental burning.

[System's comment: Don't worry, host, it really didn't hear that.]

Luo Ye breathed a slight sigh of relief, too lazy to argue with him about these useless gossips, and skipped the awkward topic, getting straight to the point: "Perfect timing, I have a task for you."

Salta looked puzzled: "Huh? What mission?"

"Go to the back mountain and hunt a high-level magical beast. Make sure the meat is tender and suitable for grilling."

Salta's casual smile froze instantly, replaced by a look of utter despair: "Why me? You could have handled this yourself! Can't I just relax and soak up the sun this early in the morning?!"

Luo Ye looked at him and said, word by word, "Her Majesty Eluvia is awake, hungry, and wants to eat roast meat."

That one sentence alone had a maximum impact.

Salta's lazy and nonchalant expression vanished instantly, replaced by extreme seriousness. He straightened up abruptly, raised his hand, and patted his chest forcefully, exuding an aura of authority.

"Received! Mission accomplished! Top-quality Warcraft roasting ingredients, delivered immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a black shadow and soared into the sky, speeding towards the back mountain. His speed was so fast that even his afterimage didn't have time to dissipate.

Luo Ye watched his departing figure and couldn't help but shake her head.

Sure enough, invoking Eluvia's name was more effective than any form of pressure throughout the entire Night Dragon's Nest.

This little guy is practically the darling of the Eternal Night Dragon Clan.

Meanwhile, in the main palace, Eluvia sat on her throne, holding a fragment of the Shadow Core in her arms.

After a whole night of deep sleep and absorption, the Shadow Essence that had been depleted in her body due to the curse was rapidly replenishing and repairing itself. Her previously pale face was now rosy and full, and her complexion had visibly improved.

She tilted her head slightly again, her gaze fixed on Serafina not far away. Her small nose wrinkled slightly as she carefully sniffed the air.

Not right.

Something's nine out of ten wrong.

Serafina always carries a cool and clean moonlight floral scent, aloof yet elegant, which is relaxing to the mind and body.

But the atmosphere in the air at this moment has completely changed.

The faint, cool fragrance of moonlight still lingered, but it was now firmly covered by a more complex aura.

Moreover, this aura also carried a strong scent of Luo Ye.

Eluvia's brow furrowed even more.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment—Seraphina had carried her and the stupid dragon knight all the way, and Seraphina had his scent on her, which seemed reasonable.

The simple-minded little black dragon racked its brains and finally came to a "reasonable" conclusion, its brows relaxing.

But a vague, inexplicable intuition still made her feel that something was wrong.

So she swung her slender legs, like a kitten that had discovered a suspicious trace and was determined to verify it, her gaze sweeping over Serafina again and again, intending to secretly test her.

Seraphina felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, but still maintained a composed smile: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Eluvia shook her head earnestly, her eyes straightforward and pure: "No, but you smell."

Serafina's smile froze slightly.

"What does it taste like?"

Eluvia wrinkled her little nose, a little puzzled: "It smells like Luo Ye. And it seems to have some other, strange, unfamiliar smell too."

Serafina's heart skipped a beat.

But she was, after all, a silver dragon queen who had lived for over ten thousand years, and her mental fortitude was far superior to that of ordinary dragons.

She smiled slightly, her expression unchanged: "It's probably because I gave him a ride yesterday. The aura of the Twin Dragons' power on him is indeed easy to absorb."

This explanation is reasonable and flawless.

Eluvia pondered for a couple of seconds, then nodded her little head, completely believing the explanation: "It does seem to be true."

After a brief pause, she raised her golden eyes, looked directly at Serafina, and asked bluntly, "So, nothing happened between you two behind my back yesterday, did it?"

For a brief moment, the air fell silent.

A fleeting, sly smile crossed Serafina's eyes, so quick it was almost imperceptible. Her tone was gentle and frank, perfectly clear: "No, we haven't done anything behind your back."

She was telling the truth.

Because that doesn't really count as happening "behind the scenes".

After all, the entire process took place in the adjacent main hall, openly and honestly.

Looking into the other person's clear, innocent silver eyes, Eluvia felt as if there was something hidden in those words that she hadn't fully grasped.

But Serafina's expression was extremely frank, without any evasion or guilt.

Also.

This woman is, after all, the queen of the Silver Dragon Clan, and has lived for tens of thousands of years. She wouldn't lie, would she?