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

Eluvia's breathing became erratic, as if something had stabbed her in the chest. A sharp pain spread throughout her body, almost causing her to drop the heavy ancient book.

Luo Ye's image uncontrollably appeared before her eyes—

The boy's once jet-black, soft, and fluffy hair, which she had run through and carelessly rubbed with her fingertips countless times, turned completely white overnight, devoid of any vitality.

His pale face when he woke up this morning, the faint bloodstains on his palm when he coughed with his mouth covered, and his clumsy lies of saying "I'm fine" and "I just dyed my hair".

All of them are correct.

Every single word matches.

She suppressed the intense pain and panic in her heart, gritted her teeth, and continued to turn the page.

The next page's account was even more scathing, shattering her last shred of hope.

Before a dragon knight's lifespan ends, there is usually a brief period of "last gasp."

During this period, the dragon knight will appear exceptionally energetic, with a rosy complexion and abundant vitality, even giving the illusion that he has "already recovered."

But all of this was merely the final burning of life before it was extinguished.

[The brief period of renewed energy typically lasts three to seven days, after which the dragon rider will fall into irreversible exhaustion, eventually leading to death.]

The dragon will suffer the fate of the dragon knight's death. This is the cruelest destiny enshrined in the dragon knight's contract.

Eluvia's vision completely blurred.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, each drop landing on the yellowed pages of the book, leaving damp patches.

"No...it's impossible..."

Her voice was trembling, and her whole body was trembling.

"That stupid dragon knight... he's about to die?"

All the clues, all the unusual behavior, all the details she didn't want to think about—all of them came together to form a truth she least wanted to face.

The conclusion was too heavy, too cruel, and it made her feel suffocated.

All the tender interactions, sweet ambiguity, and lighthearted banter from before now seem shrouded in a heartbreaking bitterness when recalled.

A wave of immense grievance, heartache, and panic instantly overwhelmed me.

Eluvia could no longer hold on. Her legs gave way, and she slowly squatted down on the cold stone floor, burying her face deep in her soft knees.

A faint, suppressed sob echoed softly in the empty, deathly silent treasure vault. The shoulders trembled and swayed, the sobs sounding helpless and pitiful.

"Waaah..."

"You stupid dragon knight...you big liar..."

"You said you wouldn't leave...you said you'd always be with me..."

"You lied to me again...you lied to me again..."

Tears seeped through her fingers, dripping onto the cold floor tiles and spreading out small wet patches.

She cried so hard she could barely breathe, tears seeping through her fingers and dripping onto the ancient floor tiles.

She cried for a very long time, until her voice became hoarse and she almost ran out of tears.

But just as she was on the verge of emotional collapse, she suddenly stopped crying.

The small body suddenly stiffened, then abruptly raised its head.

Her teary eyes were still brimming with tears, her long eyelashes trembling wetly, but a stubborn glimmer suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"That's not right..."

Eluvia sniffed, wiped her tears haphazardly with the back of her hand, and began to seriously recall Luo Ye's condition today.

Ancient texts say that when a dragon rider's lifespan is about to end, he will enter a "last period of lucidity," during which he will appear exceptionally energetic, with a rosy complexion and abundant energy.

Luo Ye's complexion was indeed rosy, and he was indeed full of energy.

But the problem is, he has way too much energy!

Eluvia blushed instantly as she recalled the events that unfolded in the secret room that morning.

The guy who tormented her until she begged for mercy and finally forced her to bark didn't look like someone who was about to die at all!

Ancient texts also say that dragon riders will fall into "irreversible exhaustion" before their lifespan is exhausted, making it difficult for them to even move.

But that bastard was just flirting with her, saying something like "Your Majesty is too beautiful and I couldn't resist," and he even made her run away in a panic!

Does this person look like they're about to die?!

She looked down at the ancient book, thought about Luo Ye's condition, and then suddenly slapped her thigh!

"No! There's definitely something wrong here!"

Eluvia slapped her thigh and jumped up from the ground, her despair replaced by confusion and hope.

She spun around twice, her little brain racing, listing out all the contradictions one by one:

First, the Oath of Eternal Night is the ultimate covenant for the mutual sharing of life.

If Luo Ye is really about to die, she should also show the same signs of weakness.

But she is now full of energy and has a rosy complexion, showing no signs of fatigue from last night's late-night activities and this morning's intense battle.

Secondly, his physical strength in the secret room was nothing like that of a person on the verge of death.

The guy who pinned her to the bed, forced her to beg for mercy, and even had to bark at her in the end, was probably having a final burst of energy before death.

That "return of light" is incredibly powerful.

Third, the expression on the Elder's face as he knelt in the meditation room this morning was also very problematic.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt she had discovered a blind spot.

If none of the clues match up, then it means—

Luo Ye's situation is not like that of an ordinary dragon knight whose lifespan has run out, as recorded in ancient books!

His white hair, his weakness, his nosebleeds, his deliberate concealment—all of these are part of a hidden story!

"No, I need to talk to someone about this."

Eluvia immediately clenched her small fists, her eyes becoming increasingly determined as she rapidly considered potential candidates. Soon, her eyes lit up.

"Seraphina!"

She quickly finalized her choice, speaking rapidly to herself in a low voice.

"That old woman is annoying usually, always trying to steal Luo Ye from me, and she talks weirdly, but she's also Luo Ye's contracted dragon!"

"Besides, as the old Dragon King, she has far more experience than I do, and knows more secrets than any ancient book! She would definitely notice something is wrong!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We should talk to her! She can't just stand by and watch her dragon knight die!"

Eluvia bit her lower lip: Although she was very unwilling to let that old woman help her, for the sake of that stupid dragon knight... this king will endure it! At worst, she'll just fight with her for roast meat less often in the future!

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Night Dragon's Nest.

Luo Ye pushed open the stone door to his room, and familiar dark purple magic patterns slowly flowed across the ceiling.

The sunlight streaming through the crystal dome cast a warm golden glow across the ground.

He walked slowly to the bedside, bent down and reached out, his fingertips carefully feeling under the pillow.

Soon, my fingertips touched an envelope that was slightly stiff and yellowed at the edges.

That was the "Resurrection Armor Testament" he wrote for Eluvia before he sneaked off to Silvermoon Peak last time.

He pulled it out, held it in his hand, and stood up straight.

The edges of the letter were already a little wrinkled, and he had sealed it with wax by hand. He also drew a crooked little dragon pattern on it.

He never expected to come back alive and see this letter.

I never expected that it would be time to write another letter so soon.

Luo Ye sighed, gently placed the old letter on the table, relit the oil lamp, and spread out a brand new sheet of parchment.

He took a sharpened quill from the pen holder, dipped it a few times in the ink bottle, and held the quill above the paper for a long time.

He looked down at the blank page, countless images flashing through his mind.

—The smug yet awkward expression on Eluvia's face when she first called him "idiot dragon knight".

—She was holding a skewer of meat taller than herself, squatting by the campfire, eagerly waiting for it to cook.

—The warmth of the dragon's tail unconsciously wrapped around his ankle as she curled up asleep in his arms.

He chuckled softly, then put down his pen.

To my dearest Empress Eluvia:

By the time you read this letter, I should no longer be in the Night Dragon's Nest.