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

Luo Ye's lips parted slightly, momentarily speechless, unable to find a safe way to respond.

He can't exactly say, "I just knelt down in front of her and said a bunch of nice things, and then she agreed," can he?

Although that's exactly what he did.

After a moment's hesitation, he could only carefully choose his words and give a vague answer: "...Perhaps, I arrived at the most appropriate time, appeared at the most appropriate place, and said the words that best suited her feelings."

"The most suitable time, the most suitable place, the most suitable words," Seraphina repeated, then smiled.

"That's an interesting answer."

She didn't press further, but a thoughtful glint flickered in her silver eyes.

The hall fell silent and oppressive once again, the sunlight slowly shifted, and shadows spread throughout the hall.

Luo Ye sat between the two dragon kings, staring down at the golden and crispy roasted meat on the plate, with only one urgent thought in his mind: could this meal end as soon as possible?

Serafina clearly had no such intention.

She tore the meat with her chopsticks slowly and deliberately, chewing a piece of rabbit leg meat more than a dozen times before swallowing it. When drinking soup, she blew on each sip three times, and after blowing, she held the rim of the bowl to her lips for two breaths, as if deliberately prolonging the presence of each second.

Luo Ye was itching to see this, but dared not utter a single word of urging.

Just then, Serafina slightly adjusted her posture.

She gently crossed her right leg over her left knee, and the hem of her robe slid down with the movement, revealing a slender, fair ankle with well-proportioned bone structure, which shone with a cool, soft white light in the afternoon sun.

Luo Ye subconsciously looked away.

The next second, Serafina reached out to grab the frosted pepper pot on the side of the table.

At the same time, her long leg under the table shifted slightly to the side, and her toes touched the outside of his calf.

The touch was soft yet substantial; the toes of her foot brushed against his trouser leg almost imperceptibly, like a cool ray of moonlight slowly falling from above, landing precisely on him.

Luo Ye shuddered suddenly.

The soup spoon in my hand struck the rim of the bowl, making a crisp clanging sound. The bowl shook violently, and a small wave of soup spilled from the edge of the bowl onto the stone table.

"What's wrong?" Eluvia looked up immediately.

Luo Ye's expression froze for half a second.

He looked down at the soup stain on the table, then at the spoon in his hand, immediately composed himself, and said in an extremely calm tone, "It's nothing, I just got burned."

Eluvia tilted her head, her gilded vertical pupils lingering on his face for a moment before glancing at the innocent puddle of soup on the table.

She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just said "Oh" and lay back down.

Across from him, Serafina held a bowl of soup to her lips, the rim of the bowl perfectly obscuring most of her face, revealing only a pair of crescent-shaped, silvery-white eyes that gazed at him with a smile.

The soup was warm and palatable, but her mood at that moment was probably ten times warmer than the soup.

She didn't speak, but the mockery in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Luo Ye lowered his head, pretending to focus on the remaining half bowl of soup, but he could feel his heart still beating abnormally fast.

He subtly moved the chair back two inches, put his legs together, and tucked his ankles in, completely blocking all contact points under the tabletop.

He was 100% certain that she did it on purpose.

[Elvia - Wings of Eternal Night Affection Level: 57→59]

[Friendly reminder: The vinegar jar has been completely overturned; I've already imagined an entire secret love story between you and the Silver Dragon spanning eras, and my unease is at its peak.]

[It is recommended that the host adopt a shift system to sleep tonight, alternating between resting each eye.]

[Seraphina - Moonlight Aria Affection Level: 50→52]

[Friendly Reminder: Get hooked on this cat-and-mouse game of mutual testing, engaging in ambiguous interactions in front of your love rivals—it's thrilling and exhilarating!]

Luo Ye stared at the fluctuating numbers on the panel, a feeling of exhaustion spreading from the back of her head all the way to the soles of her feet.

He spent the entire day dancing on the edge of a knife, constantly navigating between two apex predators.

If this goes on for a few more days, he'll probably die a horrible death.

The long and agonizing afternoon slowly passed in the eerie yet peaceful atmosphere of the main hall, where undercurrents were swirling beneath the surface.

The sunlight changed from the bright white of midday to the warm yellow of the afternoon, then to the orange-red of evening, and finally gilded the outline of the mountains with a light golden edge.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that Serafina finally stood up slowly.

"It's getting late, I should take my leave." She raised her hand to smooth the wrinkles in her robe, her movements as composed as if she had just finished an afternoon tea gathering.

On the pedestal, Eluvia remained crouched and motionless in her miniature black dragon form.

The gilded vertical pupils were fixed on that silver-white figure, the gaze so sharp that if looks could kill, Serafina's back would probably have been pierced with a dozen or so transparent holes.

Serafina walked slowly to the entrance of the main hall's barrier, then suddenly stopped.

She didn't turn around completely, only turned half her body to the side.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down her shoulders, revealing the slender, elegant lines of her neck. The setting sun cast a warm golden hue on the profile of her face.

The smile on her lips carried a playful intent, her gaze sweeping across the entire hall before settling on Luo Ye.

"It was a pleasant visit today, thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Dragon Knight."

Then she turned to look at the black stone base and added in a light tone, "Elvia, cherish your dragon knight. In this chaotic world, hunters roam freely, and humans willing to risk their lives to protect you are as rare as grains of sand."

"I don't need your fake kindness in reminding me," Eluvia replied coldly, slapping the stone surface behind her with her tail, the dull thud echoing in the empty hall.

"It's just well-intentioned advice." Seraphina chuckled lightly, her gaze returning to Luo Ye, his figure clearly reflected in her silvery-white pupils.

"Mr. Dragon Knight, I look forward to our next meeting."

She paused deliberately for half a second, her pronunciation carrying a distinct playfulness: "Oh no, it's Lord Shi Hao."

Luo Ye felt a tightness in his back, but his expression remained unchanged.

Eluvia immediately rebuked in a cold voice: "You'd better not cross over into the Eternal Night Territory again. It's too presumptuous and annoying."

"Then don't put the wine in the bottom shelf of the third cabinet in the second row of the storage room—next time I come, I want to drink that bottle," Serafina chuckled.

Before the little black dragon could get angry, Serafina's gaze returned to Luo Ye. His figure was clearly reflected in her silvery-white pupils. In the vast and empty hall, it seemed as if only the two of them were gazing at each other.

She suppressed all her teasing, her voice low and serious, and spoke only to him: "Take good care of your injuries."

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't linger. She stepped through the barrier, her body radiating a burst of silver light, transforming into a sharp, silvery-white streak that shot straight into the sky, piercing through the clouds and disappearing into the distant horizon in an instant.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

The invisible pressure and tension that had been present when the two dragons confronted each other had completely dissipated, leaving only the rustling sound of shadow elements slowly flowing across the dome and the echoes of Luo Ye's own breath colliding in the vast palace.

He let out a long breath, slumped in the chair for a couple of seconds, and then turned to look at the base.

Eluvia had her back to him.

The miniature black dragon's body was curled up in a ball, squatting on the back of the black dragon sculpture's broad claws. Its two dark purple dragon wings were folded up and pressed against the sides of its back, with the edges of the wing membranes trembling slightly.

Her tail drooped over the outside of the stone edge, motionless, the distinct tips of her tail hanging in mid-air, neither thrashing nor hooking back, just frozen there.