I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"Your Highness, please do not wag your tail during class. It is neither civilized nor respectful."

"Okay, sure."

Its tail was also taken away by that film.

Attila bit her finger and turned her head away to look at the scenery, looking sullen.

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"How about it? Kal'tsit's cooking skills are no worse than those of the chefs in your court."

Watching the little colt who had already eaten three bowls of meat soup and was still not satisfied, Bai Zhou chuckled and spoke to her using the few words he had just learned.

"Mmm. Kal'tsit, you're amazing."

After rubbing its full little belly and praising Kal'tsit in accordance with the daytime custom, the little pony lazily climbed into the carriage to lie down and rest.

"Phew. I'm full."

After drinking the last sip of broth, Bai Zhou let out a satisfied sigh.

"You should go and rest, Your Highness."

Kal'tsit maintained her excellent routine of eating only until she was 80% full. After finishing her meal during the day, she got up and began to clean up the pots and pans.

"How can I leave everything to you, Kal'tsit? I'll do it."

It's not good to just keep enjoying being taken care of by others.

During the day, he smiled and pushed Kal'tsit to the car to rest, while he went to clean up the food scraps.

Manipulating the water vapor in the air to condense into water to wash away dirt, I marveled at the convenience of water control, and then sat quietly in the car during the day to digest my food.

The night was slightly cool on the 22nd, but my heart was already warm.

Taking a nap is a sign of good civility.

Especially when the warm sunlight shines through the thin clouds and a gentle breeze brings a comfortable coolness to the forehead, the sense of tranquility becomes even stronger.

Of course. It would be even better if there were no mosquitoes on this plain.

"Sizzle—!"

With a crackling sound of electric shocks, a mosquito that had unfortunately wandered into the electric grid died in the wind, just like its larvae.

"Ugh, this is so annoying."

During the day, he tossed and turned in distress.

These annoying mosquitoes are even noisier than the monks chanting sutras in the temple; they make it impossible for anyone to sleep.

Although there is an electric current barrier to prevent them from forcibly landing on them and causing large welts, the noise generated by the high-speed vibration of their small wings cannot be isolated.

"Kal'tsit, Kal'tsit. Do you have any mosquito repellent gadgets?"

Headache from the constant buzzing of insects, Bai Zhou decisively turned to the all-powerful Kal'tsit and A-Meng for help.

"There are things that can repel mosquitoes."

A glimmer of hope rises in the eyes of the daytime.

“But we do not have the materials to make it now, Your Highness.”

"Ugh... Even Kal'tsit can't help it..."

The disheartened boy sighed and collapsed onto the lynx.

"Your Highness..."

Kal'tsit, her fingertips brushing against the boy's temples, could only turn her attention to his hair, braiding it to distract herself from her thoughts.

"Oh! Kal'tsit, I've got a great idea!"

The cheering boy happily raised his head to share his joy with her.

(.???)ノ?ヾ(?ω?.)

"What is the method, Your Highness?"

Her voice was as gentle as ever.

But there was an indescribable emotion mixed in with it.

Is that... pampering?

"Clang clang clang!"

A tiny insect appeared in his hand.

It was a dragonfly made of arcane energy.

Since we can't resist the noise from mosquitoes, we might as well just get rid of them before they even appear.

Thus, the Aoneng Dragonfly was born.

"It might have a miraculous effect."

Kal'tsit took the Arcane Dragonfly, looked at it, and then, after thinking for a moment, made some minor modifications to the dragonfly.

【Ao Neng Dragonfly (Modified)】 landed on Bai Zhou's hand.

"Is this... a dragonfly?"

After her dragonfly spun around in Kal'tsit's hand, it ended up with a bunch of strange little gadgets on its body.

The mouthparts... are they some kind of composite saw?

How did its two forelimbs turn into guns?

And what are those turbine-like things under the wings?

"Let's see how it goes, Your Highness."

Kal'tsit seemed quite curious about its effects as well.

Bai Zhou nodded and steered the dragonfly into the sky.

"Hey!"

With a whooshing sound, a thin, hair-like filament of arcane energy pierced the wooden plank of the vehicle.

A tiny black dot drifted in the wind, and in an instant, it disappeared without a trace.

"Oh, interesting!"

Bai Zhou patted his forehead, as if he had just realized something.

His thinking is still too rigid; he keeps using arcane energy to create melee weapons.

There must be many more amazing uses for AoNeng.

"If it works, that's good."

"Rest a little longer, Your Highness. The afternoon's lessons may be very demanding, and without sufficient energy, your learning efficiency will be greatly reduced."

Ms. Kal'tsit pays close attention to her only student.

"Well then, I'll leave this dragonfly to Teacher Kal'tsit."

Raising its hand, the Aoneng Dragonfly landed accurately on the helipad.

After handing the dragonfly to Kal'tsit, Bai Zhou stretched and continued to lie on the car floor, basking in the sun, using his arm as a pillow.

The warm afternoon sun and gentle breeze are the best comfort for those taking a break.

Half-asleep, Bai Zhou felt as if a furry ball was rubbing against his right side.

"Attila, behave yourself."

On the small cart that could barely fit three people, the foal, which was neither too big nor too small, was crammed together with him and it was very hot.

After finishing speaking to the restless pony, Daylight rolled over and rubbed against Kal'tsit beside her.

"Your Highness..."

Kal'tsit, who was adjusting the dragonfly's performance, almost turned the dragonfly into a pigeon because of that bump.

Setting the dragonfly aside for the moment, Kal'tsit focused her attention on the baby dragon clinging to her leg and purring softly.

When did you let this child get so close to you?

Throughout Kal'tsit's long life, many creatures have wanted to get close to her, but so far only the young dragon has come so close to her heart.

Very strange.

They are both the same kind of creatures, so what is so special about the young dragon that made her notice and fall for him?

Just because he was a good king?

No, that's not the case.

There are countless kings, and among them, the outstanding ones are as numerous as fish in a river or feathers in a forest.

That's because he was of noble character and pure soul.

No, not at all.

There is no shortage of the most holy and virtuous in this world. Since ancient times, countless people of noble character and lofty ideals have sacrificed themselves for their ideals, and the young dragon is just one of them.

Why is that?

"What is your path, Kal'tsit?"

Not long ago, the scene of the two talking late at night reappeared in her mind.

"You toil so hard on this land, striving to solve crises that could destroy a country, a race, or even the world."

"You want to save this world full of disease?"

"Is this the path you're taking?"

Upon hearing her reasons, Youlong showed no surprise whatsoever, as if her delusions were perfectly reasonable.

"I see. No wonder you don't want to stay in one place for long. What a pity, I was hoping to invite you to be my prime minister."

Although the young dragon, realizing what had happened, expressed regret for not being able to keep her in Dayan, a smile of understanding and admiration appeared on his little face.