Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Inside the warm cave, Celeste was telling Miss Dragon about dragon horns.

"As the most sensitive conductive terminal, the dragon horn is filled with a very rich network of nerves. Since Miss Evil Dragon's dragon horn has not yet reached a stable state..."

Ji Chaoxi got sleepier and sleepier as she listened; she couldn't understand a word of it.

She shoved the dragon horns into Celeste's hand and prepared to go to sleep.

Celeste was silent for a moment: "Miss Dragon, did you hear what I just said...?"

"Can't understand."

Ji Chaoxi rubbed her hands together impatiently. Celeste sighed, helplessly brushed her hair aside, and gently pinched the dragon horns.

This absolutely cannot continue.

By this time, the palace was in complete chaos. Doctors came and went, first examining the fake prince's mental state, and then examining the old king for his dementia.

"Your Majesty, this dress was specially made for you, tailored to your figure, and includes the elements you mentioned last time. Do you like it?" Four-Eyes stood next to a human-shaped clothes rack and pointed to a dress that wasn't actually there.

The people in the palace were used to it, but they dared not say that they couldn't see the dress.

But they all felt that this tailor was no good either; he made so many clothes for the king that didn't exist, but he himself wore real clothes.

Especially exquisite...

The king nodded in satisfaction, his eyes narrowed, and he spoke very slowly: "The belt should be wider."

The tailor immediately adjusted the belt in mid-air, bowing and scraping, "Your Majesty, is this alright?"

The king nodded in satisfaction.

The maid beside him glanced at the king. Wasn't the king blind? How could he see from so far away?

Prince Celeste's earlier prescription for brain-curing medication proved to be correct, but the king felt Celeste was mocking him.

Dark clouds gathered, and the dragon's wings whipped up a mighty wind. It had discovered that Celeste had been replaced, and this time it was determined to take him down.

The fake prince didn't know why he was fighting, even though they knew he was completely incompetent. The battle was fierce, and he had no idea how to command.

He was wearing armor and was hiding awkwardly inside his shield.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!"

He screamed in terror, and the soldiers, following his orders, fired arrows into the air. Just as the soldiers were about to surround him, he suddenly started screaming again.

"Protect me! Protect me! Retreat!"

The soldiers were in complete disarray, but the fake prince continued to give orders.

"Protect me now, or I'll kill you all!" He scrambled forward in a panic, vowing never to come back again.

Just as the soldiers were in despair, a spear pierced precisely through the dragon's wing root, and the dragon roared in pain.

"Seal off the left wing; its Achilles' heel lies beneath the third rib."

The soldiers in the forest stared in disbelief. When they saw the figure, their eyes widened. Except for the lack of a mask, everything else was exactly the same.

Celeste calmly picked up the crown, and the fake prince panicked, screaming as he lunged at her, "That's mine!"

Upon seeing Celeste's face, the fake prince panicked. How could he be back? Wasn't he dead?

"Celeste, you..."

Before the fake prince could finish speaking, Celeste, without uttering a word, pierced the fake prince's throat with the tip of her sword, and the fake prince's body slumped to the side.

Everyone watching held their breath.

"boom--"

Another shot struck the dragon's wing root, and the other soldiers finally reacted, following Celeste's orders to attack the dragon.

This dragon wasn't particularly powerful, but it wasted too much of its strength under the false prince's wrong orders.

"Cut off the dragon claw and report back," Celeste said calmly.

The commander paused for a moment, then said, "Yes."

For every dragon that died, Celeste would cut off its claws and present them to the king, but after the false prince came to power, they stopped cutting off the dragon claws.

It's completely dark now.

Celeste instinctively wanted to rush back to the cave, but he suppressed his inner urge.

The kingdom is in such chaos right now, he has so much to do.

He wanted the soldiers to deliver the gems to Ji Chaoxi, but he was also worried that the soldiers would expose Ji Chaoxi's location.

He sighed and took the gem back to the cave.

The forest had fallen into complete slumber, and when Celeste returned to the cave, there was a piece of paper pasted on the cave door.

"Celeste is not allowed in!"

The handwriting was written in a very angry tone; you could tell at a glance how angry the writer was at the time.

Celeste opened the door; she was already asleep. The cave was dark, but he skillfully lit a fire and lit the candles on the wall, finally illuminating the cave.

She was slumped in the bed, tears still glistening in the corners of her eyes, her hands gripping the dragon's horns, which were scratched and bruised, making her look as if she had collapsed from exhaustion.

Celeste took out the ointment from the box next to him and gently applied it to the two dragon horns that were somewhat scratched, pressing them rhythmically as he carefully applied the ointment to the small wounds.

Ji Chaoxi snuggled comfortably in his sleep, his tense back relaxing a bit. Celeste remained in that stiff position, his eyes lowered, and gently tapped the tip of his nose.

Miss Evil Dragon can't take care of herself at all.

Perhaps he should take her back to the palace…