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

When Bai Zhou's concerned call came, Kal'tsit nodded gently.

"It's alright, Your Highness."

She just drank it, how could anything be wrong?

"No, I think you should rest."

Supporting the now somewhat delirious Kal'tsit, Bai Zhou glanced at the three opened bottles of wine and sighed softly.

He thought Kal'tsit could drink more, but who knew she would be out of the water after just a few drinks, just like her husband.

"Indeed, I have to rely on myself when it comes to wine tasting."

However, we'll have to wait a few more years.

During the day, I tidied up the mess and pushed the cart to take it away.

"Ugh?"

When he returned, the lynx was lying on the bed in a starfish shape, leaving Bai Zhou both amused and exasperated.

"Your drinking habits are terrible..."

It seems I'll have to remind Kal'tsit to be careful about how much alcohol she drinks in the future.

He rearranged the lynxes into a line, and Bai Xi, with her arm as a pillow, lay down next to her to rest.

Nothing wonderful happened.

Only a large cat that loves to snuggle under the covers makes Bai Zhou's sleep a little restless.

"..."

The daytime cat, which had been nudging the lynx that had been leaning in, woke up. It looked at the sleeping lynx next to it and closed its eyes in resignation.

Kal'tsit was too soft when drunk, and he wasn't used to the lynx.

"Hopefully, I can sleep more soundly afterward."

■

Perhaps my wish came true, because I slept soundly in the latter half of the night and even had a beautiful dream.

In his dream, he had a soft, affectionate cat. But one question kept bothering him.

The cat's body was very soft, but for some reason, her chest was somewhat hard.

Is my cat sick? Should we take it to the vet?

Mr. Bai, who was raising a pet for the first time, was very eager.

"..."

I... I underestimated my alcohol tolerance.

Upon regaining consciousness, Kal'tsit immediately noticed the unusual sensation in her arms.

Without even looking down, she opened her eyes and saw a dragon horn that was almost touching her nose.

The dragon's tail wrapped tightly around my legs, and the scales, which were originally slightly cool to the touch, had become warm after a night of being nourished.

The little one in my arms seemed to be having a bad dream, muttering in its sleep about whether its hard chest meant it was sick.

Although she knew Baiyue was dreaming, Kal'tsit always felt that she was being underestimated.

I turned my head slightly to look out the window; it was still dark.

I'm a little thirsty.

I was probably drunk last night because I mixed different kinds of alcohol together.

Kal'tsit got up to pour herself a glass of water to quench her thirst.

But the baby dragon in his arms was held very tightly, and it seemed to sense that the person holding him was struggling, so the baby dragon held on even tighter.

"Sir...don't go..."

The dream seems to have changed. Or perhaps it's just habitual sleep talking.

"Your Highness..."

The gentleman mentioned during the day...

They probably weren't talking about her.

Kal'tsit sighed softly.

If we don't move, we don't have to get up to drink water.

Using her powers, Kal'tsit poured water and brought it over. After quenching her thirst, she lay back down.

Perhaps because she stopped moving around, the young dragon rubbed against her contentedly.

They seemed to be standing too close together.

Should we teach His Highness about gender in the future?

Holding the baby dragon, Kal'tsit suddenly remembered this.

Well……

Your Highness should understand.

Da Yan shouldn't be unable to teach him...

Furthermore, given His Highness's status, he wouldn't be unaware of this...

No, no!

Kal'tsit shook her head, dismissing her mistaken thoughts.

Judging from His Highness's behavior, he may genuinely be unaware of these things.

Although the Great Yan Dynasty does not prohibit these things, no one usually brings them up on their own initiative.

After thinking about how Bai Zhou usually spent his days either cultivating or studying, Kal'tsit could roughly guess what the True Dragon Day's daily routine was like.

In that case, she would have to find an opportunity to talk to His Highness about these matters.

Holding the baby dragon in her arms, Kal'tsit pondered how to explain these things using the time and daylight.

Kal'tsit didn't make a decision until sunlight streamed into the room through the window.

So, before that, let's deal with Attila's matter first.

Good morning, Kal'tsit.

The still-drowsy baby dragon lowered its head and greeted her.

A gentle look appeared in the lynx's eyes.

Good morning, Your Highness.

Return to the Twenty-Seventh Opera

Gladiators and opera houses were popular in Gaul.

The refined and elegant operas attracted the love of countless upper-class literati and scholars.

But Bai Zhou was neither a Gaul nor a scholar.

Since he didn't know much about opera, he couldn't say he was particularly fond of it.

"Although I don't understand opera, the grape juice from Gaul is really delicious."

Holding a glass of grape juice I bought before entering, I slowly sipped it during the day.

These small drinks are extra profit for the opera house, but the main source of revenue is various kinds of alcohol, since the opera house's main clientele consists of elegant adults.

However, compared to Bai Zheng, who was so bored that he was analyzing where the grapes that had been juiced came from, the lynx next to him seemed to really enjoy opera.

Leaning back in her chair, Bai Zhou turned her head to look at Kal'tsit.

The lynx was wearing the same blue-white dress it had bought in Syracuse last time.

Her already extraordinary temperament was further enhanced when she put on this outfit that perfectly complemented the beauty of the flowers.

If it weren't for the two children she had with her, I reckon some hooligans would have approached her and struck up a conversation when she came in.

His gaze slowly moved upwards, smoothly landing on her face. Surprisingly, he didn't see Kal'tsit's cold face during the day.

Perhaps because the opera was truly excellent, even Kal'tsit, who usually had a calm expression, showed a slight smile.

No, it was less of a smile and more of a slight curve in the lips.

But the fact that it could elicit a change in Kelsey's expression is enough to prove the opera's sheer strength.

My gaze moved upwards again, passing over the scattered strands of white and blue hair, and finally settling on the most distinctive feature of the film.

The lower half of Kal'tsit's ears was snow-white, pure white without a single blemish.

Moving upwards, from the upper middle part of the ear, the color gradually changes from snow-white to brownish-black.

Dark clouds covered the snow.

This is the most intuitive idea during the day.

Tilting your head, you can see the inside of your ear.

There, they were protected by a soft, fluffy cloud of snow, which shielded them from the wind, sand, and dust.

The color inside her ear was different from the outside; it was a pale yellow, like cream with a layer of butter on top. Far from being strange, it added to her allure.

I want to rub Kal'tsit's ears.

It is often said that a feline is not easily given its ears and tail. If a feline allows you to touch its ears or tail, it means that it trusts you.

Has he already gained Kal'tsit's trust?

"Kal'tsit." (Click)

"Your Highness?"

Kal'tsit knew that the young dragon wasn't interested in opera, and that it was bad that she was the only one enjoying the opera.

So after being interrupted by the young dragon while admiring it, she immediately asked the young dragon how it felt.