An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

He was taken aback. Could it be this little dragon...?

He pulled back the covers and saw Ilsa's pretty face.

"Why are you here again?" Ya Feng asked, puzzled.

“Keep an eye on you,” Ilsa said, glaring at him.

"Keep an eye on me?" Ya Feng thought for a moment and couldn't help but laugh. "You don't think I'd do something bad in the middle of the night, do you?"

"Humph."

Ilsa simply snorted, but her expression said a lot.

"Sigh, aren't you afraid of being misunderstood again like last time?"

"I set an alarm, I'll wake up early,"

Ya Feng looked at her and slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"You're not just making up an excuse to... want to be with me..."

“Go to sleep!” Ilsa grabbed one of his arms and said firmly.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to Mom." Ya Feng had no choice but to say, then smiled slightly:

"Then, my bedtime routine..."

Ilsa gave him a disapproving look and muttered under her breath:

"I knew it..."

Even as she spoke, she reached out and gently patted Ya Feng's chest, humming a lullaby to help him sleep...

...

The next morning, Lucia woke up to find herself in an unfamiliar room.

She sat up abruptly, and after a moment, she remembered that she had stayed at Ya Feng's house last night.

She yawned, got up, put on her slippers, opened the window, and felt the moist morning air of the countryside.

Only then did I notice that Ya Feng's yard was quite complete, with a vegetable garden, a chicken coop, and a pond...

"Xiao Guang, go get me two eggs!"

"it is good--"

Ilsa's voice came from downstairs. She saw Xiaoguang run into the chicken coop and realized that breakfast was already being prepared.

She quickly washed up, changed into her underwear, and went downstairs.

As soon as I entered the living room, I smelled the aroma of butter and bacon. Ilsa was making breakfast in the kitchen, while Ya Feng was reading the newspaper at the door.

"Good morning, Miss Lucia," Ilsa greeted.

"Good morning... By the way, do you usually do the cooking at home, Miss Linda?" Lucia asked.

"Ah, yes... but Dad cooks occasionally too." Ilsa still helped A-Feng maintain his status.

Since it was Lucia's first time staying overnight at someone else's house, and she didn't know what to do so early in the morning, she sat down on the sofa and waited.

Just then, a sound came from the stairs, and a silver-haired figure came down from upstairs.

"Ilsa, I'm so hungry..."

Zehita yawned, still wearing a vest and underwear, her silver hair disheveled, and she walked down in a very unladylike manner.

When Lucia saw her, she froze, then stood up a moment later, her eyes wide.

"You are..."

"Oh?" Zehita saw her too, and scratched his stomach.

"I remember you, aren't you the dragon from the Milgonde family?"

Chapter 133 The Silver Dragon King, not quite what I imagined...

"Oh, so you're the dragon from the Milgonde family that Ya Feng was talking about..."

Zehita said, scratching his stomach.

"You, you are..."

Lucia looked at the silver dragon before her and recognized it as the dragonborn she had glimpsed briefly before, yet who had left a deep impression.

At this moment, she instinctively felt a familiar sensation from within her body, a familiar...

A sense of oppression.

Moreover, it was a sense of oppression that came from her bloodline, as if she was born to revere the existence in front of her, which made her feel a little suffocated.

She had experienced this feeling once when she was a child, when she visited her grandfather. Although he was an elderly man, she stood in front of him and dared not say a word, and even had difficulty breathing.

This feeling was even stronger when facing the silver dragon in front of him.

"What's your name?" Zeshita asked casually.

Lucia was still in a daze until Zehita stood in front of her and pinched her pointed ears.

"Sigh..." Lucia quickly covered her ears, shrank her neck, and her eyes clearly showed fear.

"I'm asking you a question, what's your name?" Zehita asked again.

“Lucia…” Lucia answered quickly.

Zehita looked her up and down, then suddenly raised her hand and pinched Lucia's soft little face.

"Waaah!" Lucia was startled, but dared not resist, her body stiffening.

"Tsk, Ya Feng, the dragon you chose doesn't look good either. It doesn't have any domineering aura at all." Zeshita said, looking into her eyes.

"Even if you had them, you wouldn't dare show them in front of you, would you?" Ya Feng said at the door.

“Hmm, that makes sense.” Zehita nodded.

Then she pinched Lucia's cheeks and shook them back and forth:

"Little Dragon, that guy Ya Feng made a deal with me. From now on, you will be my servant. I will protect you. If you have any trouble, just say my name. Do you understand?"

"Waaah..." Lucia could only make muffled sounds.

"Zehita, stop bullying Lucia. She's a guest. And you should go wash up too, dinner's coming soon." Ilsa saw this from the kitchen, still holding a spatula, and frowned as she spoke to Zehita.

"understood--"

Zeshita said in a lazy, drawn-out tone, and actually let go of Lucia, then turned and went back upstairs.

Lucia touched her cheek, looking at Ilsa in surprise. She had almost suffocated from Zeshita's weight, but this terrifying creature was so obedient to Ilsa.

Wait... what did she call that silver dragon just now?

She was still standing there, stunned, when Ya Feng walked in.

"Lucia, shall I take you back after breakfast, or do you want to stay here a little longer?"

"Teacher!"

Lucia immediately came to his side, not answering his question, but asking urgently;

“That dragonborn just now… she, she is…”

“Oh, her,” Ya Feng said.

"As I told you before, the dragon I'm going to introduce to you is the current Dragon King that your family worships, the Silver Moon Dragon King, Zeshita."

Lucia looked at him, blinked, and after a long while, tilted her head and softly said, "Eh?"

...

At the breakfast table, the family sat together, enjoying their breakfast in a harmonious atmosphere.

"Ilsa, sour tea sauce."

"Look, there's only a little left in this jar."

"This is for you; the rest are all mine."

"...Ya Feng, don't read the newspaper while eating,"

"You're not a child anymore, why would you worry that I can't finish it?"

"You were reading the newspaper while eating, and you spilled soup all over yourself! Now I have to wash it off for you!"

"Okay, okay, I know."

As Lucia listened to the family's conversation, she was still a little unaccustomed to being able to chat so casually during meals; the atmosphere at home was always as cold as ice.

But this feeling isn't bad either...

She buried her head in her breakfast while cautiously glancing at the silver dragon opposite her.

Although her hair was messy and her eating manners were casual, she was definitely the kind of beautiful woman who could make your heart flutter.

But Lucia still couldn't believe that the girl in front of her, whose mouth was stuffed with bacon, was the legendary Silver Moon Dragon King, the Dragon Mother whom her family had worshipped for over 150 years.

This isn't quite what I imagined...

It's no wonder she didn't believe it. You have to understand that more than a hundred years ago, her grandfather's generation went to great lengths and paid a huge price to see the Silver Moon Dragon King and gain Zeshita's approval, which allowed the family tradition to continue.

And now, she's being told that the Dragon King, described by his family as holy as the moon, the Silver Moon Dragon King she's admired since childhood, an idol-like figure, is now living in this small house, in human form, eating bacon and fried eggs so casually...

If it were true, and their old man saw it, he'd probably faint from shock the moment he saw it.

If that's true... how exactly did Ya Feng get to know the Dragon King... and why do they seem to have a good relationship...?

“Lucia,”

"Eh?"

Lucia looked up at Ilsa.

"Does the taste suit your palate?" she asked.

“Mmm...it’s very, very delicious,” Lucia said.

Actually, she was so focused on Zeshita that she didn't really taste the food.

“Hey, little dragon, as a servant, you must offer your food to your master; that’s the rule of the dragon race,” Zeshita said, pointing with her fork at the bacon on Lucia’s plate.

“Uh…I…” Lucia hesitated.

But Ilsa said, "Zechita, I told you not to bully Lucia. She's a guest today."

"I am teaching her the rules of the dragon race. In the dragon race, it is a basic courtesy for inferiors to offer food to superiors," Zeshita said, raising her chin as if she were right.

"Yes, yes, if you still want some bacon, there's some left in the pot. That's a gift for you, Dragon King. Go get it yourself," Ilsa said in a coaxing tone.

Why didn't you say so earlier?

Zehita took the plate and went by herself.

Sure enough, Lucia still couldn't connect this seemingly naive girl with the great Dragon King... she thought dejectedly.

At that moment, Ya Feng received a message and showed an envious expression.

"Hikkaria said she got first place in the whole grade again, and Elina is taking her on a trip this weekend. Can we postpone tonight's study? It's so nice... to be able to go on a trip with Mom."

Ya Feng said that he still sent a message to Hikaria saying that it was okay.

"Ya Feng, have you forgotten something?" Ilsa asked, looking at him.

"You're going to take me on a trip too?" Ya Feng's eyes lit up.

"It's a reward for the exam! You..."

Ilsa noticed Lucia's gaze, but still softened her tone.

"You said before... that I could make a request after the exam, right?"

"Yes, have you thought it through?" Ya Feng asked.

"I..."

Ilsa was about to speak, but immediately shut her mouth and cleared her throat.

"Not yet, I'll let you know when I've thought it through."