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

The silver dragon attendant opened his mouth, but swallowed back all the remaining words of dissuasion.

She had followed Serafina for hundreds of years and knew that expression all too well. Whenever Serafina showed that playful and confident look, no amount of persuasion would work; it would only annoy her.

The attendant could only resign himself to his fate and lower his head: "Your subordinate will immediately prepare for the cross-border passage."

"Go."

The silver dragon flapped its wings, stirring up fine streams of moonlight, and in an instant, it soared into the distance, disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds.

Once again, Serafina was alone on the cliff. The wind blew her long robes, and she raised her hand to take out the original silver dragon's life scale, which was the size of her palm.

The white light emanating from the scales was even richer and brighter than the night before. The outline of the human figure branded on the scales became much clearer. Although the facial features were still blurry, the shoulder line when walking, the posture when standing, and the habitual slouching of the shoulders when relaxing were almost identical to the boy who had single-handedly stormed the Silver Moon Temple many years ago and knelt down to beg for a contract.

"Xiao Yan".

She murmured the old alias softly, then chuckled to herself, her tone knowing and playful.

Whether it's Xiao Yan or Shi Hao, whom I mentioned casually last night, their naming styles are exactly the same—careless and haphazard.

This person's taste in choosing pseudonyms hasn't changed at all over the years.

He was so bold as to provoke the Dragon King, yet he ran away in a panic and ran away incredibly fast. Now he's changed his name and is hiding next to Eluvia, which is both clumsy and laughable.

Serafina put away her scales, turned and walked into the Silvermoon Temple. The corridor was bathed in soft light from the wall lamps as she made her way to the underground private storage room.

The layers of magical restrictions on the storage room were lifted, and on the innermost stone shelf, there was a crystal bottle wrapped with silver dragon threads. The liquid inside the bottle flowed with a soft silver light, as if moonlight had been directly contained in the bottle.

Moonlight Honey Dew – a sacred healing medicine unique to the Silver Dragon Clan. It is made from the powdered scales of ancient Silver Dragons, supplemented with Moonlight Grass unique to Silver Moon Peak and Moonflower that blooms only once every hundred years. It takes fifty years of gentle simmering to make the paste.

This medicine is extremely rare. Only the direct descendants of the royal family of the Silver Dragon Clan can use it. Even the clan elders have difficulty obtaining it. Extraterrestrial dragons and human nobles cannot get a single drop even if they offer a lot of money. It is a truly rare and precious medicine.

Doesn't her dragon knight have an "old throat injury"?

Then she would personally deliver the medicine to his door, to see what excuse he could come up with this time—this bottle of honey dew could be taken internally or applied externally, and its healing effect was considered divine, more than enough to cure old throat injuries.

If he doesn't dare to use it at all, that can only mean one thing...

Serafina carefully placed the crystal bottle into a small, exquisite wooden gift box, closed the lid, and the corners of her mouth curved up even more.

"Xiao Yan... or rather, Shi Hao... or whatever your name is now—"

She lowered her eyes and gently stroked the texture of the wooden box, her tone languid yet confident, with the composure of a hunter waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.

"I've come here of my own accord; are you ready?"

At the same time, inside the eternal night dragon's lair.

Luo Ye slept very restlessly all night, tormented by nightmares, and didn't get a moment's rest.

The scene in the dream was incredibly realistic. Serafina exposed all of Eluvia's disguises and revealed all the old stories about how he provoked the Silver Dragon King and ran away to hide.

The two dragon kings surrounded him from the left and right, their supreme dragon might locking him in place. They took turns questioning and demanding answers, asking him all the reasons why he deliberately deceived them, why he left without saying goodbye back then, and why he turned around and bound himself to the black dragon to form a contract.

He was trapped in place by the oppressive force, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and he was extremely panicked. He wanted to explain, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The second half of the nightmare was even more suffocating.

Even more terrifying, in the latter half of the dream, familiar faces appeared one after another, surrounding him. Every pair of eyes was filled with grievance, anger, and the bitterness of being betrayed, all asking the same question in unison: "Didn't you say you were only going to win me over?"

Then Luo Ye was awakened.

He lay sprawled on the thick stone bed covered in magical beast hides, gazing up at the dark purple shadow magic patterns that slowly flowed and moved across the dome. The patterns flickered in and out, casting shifting light and shadow throughout the room.

It took him a full three minutes to forcibly calm his wildly beating heart. He raised his hand to touch his forehead, his palm covered in a layer of cold, sticky sweat. A gust of evening wind blew, and a fine chill ran down his spine.

I can't live like this anymore.

He rolled over, buried his face in the pillow, and let out a muffled wail.

I should have been more careful when I was trying to seduce Seraphine...

No, the root cause was wrong from the very beginning.

If he had known this world was this complicated, he shouldn't have gone around trying to seduce female characters! This game is way too difficult!

But it's no use regretting it now; what's done is done. All we can do is try to salvage the situation and stabilize it.

Luo Ye took a deep breath to calm herself and quickly clear her mind.

Last night, Elvia asked him why his heart was racing when he saw Serafina. He brushed it off with an excuse of reverence for the Dragon King, but Elvia clearly didn't believe him and remained suspicious.

Instead of waiting for Eluvia to keep questioning you and for you to make a mistake, it's better to take the initiative and confess some of your insignificant feelings to her, dispel her suspicions, and nip the problem in the bud.

Having devised a plan, Luo Ye got out of bed.

Dragon Nest features its own geothermal hot spring, with clean water that can soothe the fatigue caused by magic.

He quickly washed up and changed into clean clothes—the same ones Eluvia had found from somewhere, slightly oversized but of excellent quality, with faint black dragon patterns embroidered on the dark fabric, clearly made by the dragon race.

After finishing his preparations, Luo Ye headed straight for the Black Dragon Main Hall.

Inside the spacious and magnificent main hall, a giant crystal skylight is opened in the dome, and natural morning light shines through the crystal surface, spreading soft light throughout the entire obsidian hall.

On the giant black dragon stone sculpture base at the center of the dragon's nest, Eluvia remained in her soft and petite mini dragon form, curled up and lying on the sculpture's head in the sunlight, lazily basking in the morning light to recover from the damage to her life force after the battle.

The morning sunlight streamed through the crystal skylight in the dome, casting a warm golden sheen on her fine black scales.

Her dragon wings were slightly open, like two small black fans, greedily absorbing the warmth of the sunlight. Her tail hung down from the edge of the base, the tip swaying gently with the rhythm of her breathing.

The whole person—no, the whole dragon—looked like a black, furry ball sunbathing.

Luo Ye stopped in front of the pedestal and couldn't help but smile as he looked at her languid appearance, which was completely unrelated to "Wings of Eternal Night".

He cleared his throat to steady his tone and took the initiative to speak: "Your Majesty, I would like to talk to you about what happened last night."

Eluvia opened one of her gilded vertical pupils, while the other remained half-closed, her tone lazy and still groggy from sleep: "Hmm? What are you talking about?"

"that is--"

Luo Ye had just begun to speak, and before he could finish, a layer of cool and clear magical energy suddenly broke through the sky.

Its aura is clean and cold, without any murderous or violent intent, yet it is of extremely high quality, suppressing the shadow magic power of the entire Eternal Night Realm. It is the unique Moonlight Dragon Breath of the Silver Dragon Clan.

High in the sky, someone deftly broke through the multiple layers of airspace barriers surrounding the Eternal Night. With their magic power restrained and controlled, they moved at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for the dragon's lair.

Luo Ye's expression suddenly changed, and the hairs on his body instantly tensed up.

He was all too familiar with that aura—as pale as moonlight, as cold as an icy spring, belonging only to the Silver Dragon King Serafina.