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

A darker, more intense dragon breath than before rapidly gathered at the mini black dragon's throat.

Luo Ye thought his handsome face was about to be sprayed with the temperature-controlled spray again, so he raised his hand in a defensive posture.

As a result, the dragon's breath did not come out.

Luo Ye waited for half a second, then lowered his hand and saw Elvia swallow the dragon's breath back.

Then, with a sudden flap of her wings, she swept past his shoulder and her dragon tail lashed his forehead with a crisp crack, the force just right, leaving him stunned but not brain-damaged.

Then he dashed out of the main hall and disappeared into the depths of the side corridor leading to the hot springs, without saying a word the whole time.

Luo Ye rubbed the small patch of skin on his forehead that had been slapped red, and stood there for a long time, unable to figure out the standard answer to the question.

This reaction... she really is an underage loli, right?!

He looked down at his empty palms and then remembered the blush on the tip of her nose that she hadn't had time to hide.

A four-thousand-year-old black dragon king swallowed its breath, flicked its tail, and ran away in one swift motion, but forgot to keep an eye on its ears.

Luo Ye sighed helplessly and decided to give up analyzing the Black Dragon King's behavioral logic.

Dusk completely enveloped the dragon's nest, and night fell.

The secluded hot spring in the back mountain was the only peaceful corner Luo Ye had been able to find these past few days, with steaming hot water and white mist swirling around the entire pool.

He took off his clothes and immersed half of his body in the warm mineral water. The water, imbued with the soothing magic of the dragon race, slowly healed his old wounds.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and leaned against the stone wall by the pool, enjoying a rare moment of solitude.

Then the soul link rang.

Eluvia's cool and serious voice went straight to my mind, carrying an air of "I have something to announce, so you'd better listen carefully":

"Starting tomorrow, I will go into seclusion. I will descend into the underground Dragon Source Palace to recuperate, repair the deep wounds left by the battle of the Rift Valley, and accumulate the royal dragon power."

"During my seclusion, I will actively narrow down my Dragon Soul Resonance Synesthesia and will not be able to perceive your messy, fragmented emotions in real time."

Upon hearing this, Luo Ye's spirits lifted in the pool.

The good news came so suddenly!

The breathing on the other end of the soul link calmed down for two seconds, and when it sounded again, Eluvia's tone had clearly changed.

The sharp edge she had just used to give orders had mostly dissipated, leaving behind only an awkwardness and earnestness tinged with intense jealousy:

"Also, you know what to do next time Seraphina comes, right? You are not allowed to see Seraphina while I am in seclusion."

"Your Majesty, this is—"

"No means no," Eluvia interrupted him.

"I can sense your approximate location through our soul connection. If you dare to sneak off to Silvermoon Peak, the first thing I'll do after I emerge from seclusion is roast you and eat you, without even needing any seasoning."

"...Your Majesty, my flesh is rotten!"

"Shut up! You don't actually want to go, do you?!"

"Remember this! I'm not being unreasonable, I just simply dislike her touching you, that's all, understand?"

Luo Ye: "..."

"Did you hear that?"

"...I heard you."

"Very well, then I'll go make the preparations. You stay in the dragon's nest and don't wander off."

As soon as the words were spoken, the soul connection was completely severed and entered a deep dormant mode, with no further emotional communication.

That subtle touch, belonging to another soul, that lingered on the edge of my mind, was like a nightlight that had been turned off, suddenly plunging the whole room into darkness.

Luo Ye leaned back against the edge of the hot spring stone, gazing at the slowly flowing steam above the cave ceiling, and exhaled a long breath.

The tense, two-sided battleground that lasted all day has finally come to an end.

He rested his head on the stone surface at the edge of the hot spring pool, his mind uncontrollably replaying everything that had happened that day, searching for a way out of the predicament.

He soon realized that he, a mere dragon knight, was utterly helpless against the two dragon kings.

Luo Ye covered her face with a towel, the steam from the hot spring obscuring her entire face in shadow.

He let out a muffled sigh.

"I am a dragon knight—not a mediator at the Dragon Clan's Emotional Relationships Agency."

Forget it, let's take a step by step.

Anyway, his main task now is to cultivate diligently and improve his strength during Eluvia's seclusion.

As for Serafina...

If you can avoid it, then avoid it.

At the same moment, a thousand miles away, at the summit of Silver Moon Peak atop a sea of ​​clouds.

Night fell over the sky, a clear, new moon hung high in the heavens, and the snow-covered mountains shimmered with a pale moonlight.

Serafina stood alone at the edge of a cliff, the evening breeze ruffling her waist-length silver hair, her body enveloped in the flowing light of moonlight and dragon breath.

She held the natal silver dragon scale in her palm. The scale's surface shimmered with light and shadow, and the once blurry figure of the boy was now clearly and completely revealed, with his features, eyebrows, and expression, without any obstruction.

"It really was you."

Seraphina traced the patterns on the scales with her fingertips, finally connecting all the clues and revealing the mystery in her heart. She softly uttered the real name: "Xiao Yan, or Luo Ye."

This was the first time she had associated this name with him.

The fragmented information she gleaned from Eluvia, the various inconsistencies from that day in the valley to today, the pronunciation of that fake name and his level of understanding of dragons—all these pieces were pieced together in her mind to form a complete picture.

"Old throat injury...voice discomfort..." she repeated softly the excuse he had given her that day, then let out a soft hum, which sounded like both a laugh and a sigh.

As she watched the increasingly clear figure within the scales, a complex and meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"Why did you change your name? Why are you wearing a mask? Why are you pretending not to know me?"

"And—why did you become Elva's dragon knight instead of mine?"

These words fell into the moonlight, but there were no listeners and no answers.

The night breeze ruffled Serafina's silver hair, which shimmered softly in the moonlight.

She retracted the dragon scale into her sleeve, a flash of silver light, and her figure disappeared into the depths of the palace.

"Next time we meet, I'll let you tell me the answer yourself."

As she reached the palace entrance, Serafina suddenly stopped, turned her head, and said something to the silver dragon attendant standing guard in the distance:

"Send a formal invitation in the name of Silver Moon Peak, address it to Shi Hao, and send the person in the clan who is best at concealing their aura to deliver it."

The attendant hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, on what grounds?"

Serafina thought for a moment, then smiled and shook her head.

"No need for that trouble."

"The letter said—I'm going to treat him to barbecue. We just hunted a Moonshadow Deer in the back mountains of Silvermoon Peak; its meat is much better than rabbit. If he's interested, he can come over himself. If he's not interested…"

She paused, a dangerous yet languid light flashing in her silver eyes.

"Just have the messenger arrest him directly."

The servant's tail stiffened for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Your Majesty, this... doesn't sound like an invitation."

"How can it not look like it?" Serafina tilted her head, her tone innocent yet assertive.

"I invited him to dinner, but he didn't come, so I sent someone to pick him up—I was very polite."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the palace, looking forward to their next encounter.