You've found the Gusha-hime Knight, so put your hair up in a bun!

However, the way Irene was licking it so enthusiastically at that moment made it seem as if she were licking sweet cream, giving off a rather "wolfing down" vibe.

Is it really possible for this kind of thing to taste good?

Otivia's mind was a complete mess. Because Irene and she were similar in stature, both being petite, Irene's figure was gradually being replaced by her own in her vision...

Slurp~ Slurp~

zizi...

The loud slurping sound echoed in the carriage. Irene's cheeks were slightly sunken as she used all her strength to create a vacuum in her mouth, then endured the suffocating feeling in her throat and forced it down to the bottom.

The breathtaking scene made Otivia clench her legs together, her heart pounding.

Sizzle—Pop!

A moment later, after licking away all the dragon's breath, Irene began to suck out, leaving a series of wet marks on the dragon's body. Her pink lips pouted and blocked the tip, reluctantly pulling away with a crisp sound like cupping.

"Hmm... Hehe, it's clean now."

Irene covered her lips, swallowed several times, and looked at her "masterpiece" in front of her, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Silo smiled and patted Irene's head, praising her, "Good girl, you did a great job."

"hey-hey……"

Upon hearing this, Irene gripped the dragon's hand, her breathing becoming somewhat heavy, and her fluorescent blue eyes began to sparkle with hearts.

"Master brother...Irene really wants to—"

"Here is the place."

Just as Irene was about to take the next step, Otivia suddenly spoke up, interrupting her.

After getting up, Otivia's porcelain-like face showed no signs of distress. She glanced at her elder sister, who was half-conscious and groaning intermittently, then cast a cleansing spell to remove the filth and strange aura. She then nodded and said:

"Let's not delay, let's set off first... As for my elder sister, she should recover soon."

After saying that, Otivia opened the car door first and jumped out.

For some reason, watching her back always gave me the feeling of her fleeing in panic.

Irene was taken aback, not expecting time to pass so quickly.

After reluctantly licking the saliva off her lips, Irene pouted, looking somewhat sullen.

Seeing this, Xi Luo patted the little girl's head and said, "Alright, we still have plenty of time tonight."

Irene's eyes lit up instantly. Since Shiloh recovered, he had mostly stayed at home, so...

After carefully tidying up Shiloh's clothes, Irene also helped Zeno pull up his trousers.

"Um, is it alright to just leave Her Highness the First Princess here like this?"

Hearing Irene's question, Elena volunteered: "Irene is right. Why don't I take care of Prince Zeno? After all, this matter concerns Cecilia and Irene."

Upon hearing this, Shiloh glanced in Elena's direction. A glint flashed in Elena's purple eyes, and she nodded slightly to him.

Seeing this, Shiloh knew that the other party had their own plans, so he led Cecilia and Irene away from the carriage.

After everyone left, Elena took a deep breath, placed her hands on her stomach, turned to look at Zeno, who was lying motionless on the chair, and said calmly, "Your Highness Zeno, shall we... talk?"

Following behind Shiloh and Otivia, Cecilia and Irene once again arrived at the magnificent palace.

This time, however, the two of them were somewhat excited.

Even though Xi Luo didn't explicitly state the purpose of their trip to the palace, both of them realized it: to resolve the defamation of their family's reputation!

Upon entering the Imperial Study, Rodel, dressed in casual clothes, stood before a tall bookshelf crammed with books. His broad back suddenly carried a hint of loneliness.

"His Majesty."

Shiloh and the others bowed respectfully, causing Rodel to tremble as if waking from a dream, before slowly turning around.

For a fleeting moment, Shiloh seemed to see a hint of weariness in Rodel's piercing eyes, but this feeling vanished in an instant, as if it were just his imagination.

Looking at the imposing Shiloh, Rodel's solemn face broke into a smile, and his eyes revealed appreciation and kindness.

"Are you alright now?"

Rodel walked to the coffee table with his hands behind his back and waved for Shilo to sit down.

Shiloh took his seat, while Cecilia and the others, including Otivia, stood to the side.

They knew that this conversation was between the two of them.

Since the battle with the evil god, in Rodel's eyes, Shiloh was no longer just a junior, but someone who could sit on the same level as him and discuss matters.

"My aunt took good care of me, and I'm completely fine now. In fact... I've become much stronger."

“Ms. Natalia… she has contributed so much to this country and to peace. Please give her my thanks when you see her next time.”

Rodel stroked his beard with a sigh and said.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Shiloh got straight to the point and revealed the purpose of his visit.

“Your Majesty, I request that the case of Cecilia and the Irene family be reopened.”

Rodel was not surprised by Shiloh's request. After a moment's thought, he said, "This is certainly feasible. When these events occurred, I also had many doubts about some of the awkward aspects. However, the evidence at the time was only enough to convict these people..."

"However, these questionable cases are still in the process of not being fully determined. If it is your request, I think there should be no resistance."

Rodel smiled and glanced at Shiloh. His decision to temporarily suspend the case was to wait until the time was right before reopening the investigation.

Now, Shiloh can be said to have "achieved numerous victories," so it would be best if he were to take the lead in this matter.

"What are your thoughts on the selection of members for the investigation team?"

Chapter 222 The Big Black Cat vs. Khorneagi (5k words, bonus chapter)

"Besides the three of us, there's also Freya and Ruby..."

At this point, Shiloh tapped his chin and said, "Let...Moun join the team too."

Hearing about Shiloh's team composition, Rodel nodded and added, "I'll add another candidate—the Elf Princess Nora. After all, the illegal slave trade case has genuinely damaged the interests of the Elf Kingdom, so it's necessary to have their people investigate."

Nora?

The image of the elven girl who was desperately trying to hold back her tears and fleeing in a disheveled state flashed through Xiluo's mind. He suddenly chuckled twice and nodded in agreement.

The matter was settled smoothly, and just before he was about to leave the Imperial Study, Rodel's voice suddenly rang out behind him, calling out to Shiloh.

“Siro”.

Hearing the call to him, Xi Luo stopped and turned around, asking in confusion, "Is there anything else, Your Majesty?"

Rodel had his hands behind his back, his thumbs and index fingers rubbing together constantly, his piercing eyes dull and unclear, like an old, aging lion.

After a long silence, Rodel's broad, massive body slumped down like a deflated hot air balloon, and he uttered somewhat incoherently, "Fulin has given birth to a fine son... I, the Emperor, have failed my ancestors..."

After saying that, a spatial ripple flashed beside Rodel, and then he threw out a token, which landed in Silo's hand.

"This is--"

Upon seeing this, Otivia's pupils contracted in surprise, never expecting that her father would entrust this item to Shilo.

The Imperial Decree is a token held by successive emperors of Odrecia, representing supreme power and also a forbidden-rank extraordinary item.

Once authorized by the emperor, the holder of this token is essentially wielding a supreme sword, free to act without restraint wherever they go.

Normally, this token would only be entrusted during a time of national crisis, so why is it being used now—

Otivia frowned slightly as she watched Shiloh put the Imperial Decree into his pocket without any hesitation. She had a feeling that there was some kind of extra information between her father and him that she didn't know about.

After a moment's thought, Otivia's expression darkened slightly. If there was any information known only to the two of them, it could only be related to the evil god Slaanesh...

It seems the current situation in the capital is more complex than I thought...

Realizing this, Otivia felt a tightness in her chest, an indescribable unease enveloping her, causing her fingertips to unconsciously rub and pinch.

My body is very special; you could say I'm extraordinary, or you could say I'm not.

But no matter what, unlike her sister or Cecilia, she couldn't help Shilo on the front lines.

All Otivia can do is secretly gather all the forces in the shadows, keep the whole situation under her control, and try to minimize the chances of unforeseen events.

During the last time the evil god descended, without Otivia's covert manipulation, the casualties would likely have been much greater.

"Sillo!"

Standing before the crowd, Rodel shouted, his broad shoulders supporting his clothes, and a fierce fire reignited in his tiger-like eyes.

At this moment, Rodel was truly the supreme ruler of Odrecia.

"Do you still remember how I taught you before?!"

Gazing into his father-in-law's sharp eyes, Shiloh recalled the words Rodel had spoken to them on a whim during a swordsmanship lesson when they were young.

"Be ruthless, be fast, show no mercy, and fight to the death."

Xiluo gripped the Imperial Decree tightly and spoke these words calmly.

Hearing this, Rodel's solemn face softened slightly, and he nodded, saying, "Very good, very good... Go! Be sure to protect this country!!"

Inspired by Rodel's passionate emotions, Shiloh bowed and solemnly declared, "I obey Your Majesty's command!" before striding out.

Watching Shiloh's confident and determined figure recede into the distance, Rodel stroked his long beard, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Good, good... the hope of the Empire, even the hope of the world..."

After muttering to himself, Rodel silently turned and walked deeper into the Imperial Study.

As Shiloh and his party headed into the palace, the atmosphere inside the carriage outside was somewhat subtle.

Elena sat upright in her chair, looking at Zeno who was lying motionless on the chair, and said softly, "Your Highness Zeno, shall we... talk?"

Upon hearing this, Zeno showed no further reaction except for a slight breathing sound, as if he had truly lost consciousness.

Elena wasn't in a hurry. After discovering that the First Princess, who had made such a domineering entrance and impressed everyone at her first appearance, was actually so "weak," her attitude became much more relaxed.

Tch, colored pencils.

Zeno remained silent, pretending to be dead. Elena calmly and slowly brewed tea, the aroma filling the carriage with the bubbling hot water, its refreshing fragrance completely dispelling the faint smell of seafood in the carriage.

After taking a sip of tea, Elena lowered her eyes and said softly, "This tea is quite good. Would Your Highness Zeno like to try some?"

"Hmm~ Or perhaps you're a little too 'full' right now?"

As she finished speaking, Elena's relaxed and light tone took on a distinctly playful tone.

Faced with Elena's constant provocations, Zeno, who had been feigning death, could no longer tolerate it. He instantly appeared in front of her, looking down at her with his sharp, golden eyes, and sneered, "Heh, how interesting. What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to provoke this princess?"

Zeno's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the murderous aura that had been simmering on the battlefield for so long surged forth, causing Elena's expression to freeze for a moment, and her rosy lips quickly lost their color, clearly intimidated by the opponent's aura.

Looking at Elena, who was frightened by him, Zeno's lips curled into a slight sneer, thinking to himself that the weak are just weak, and they can't even handle being scared a little.

However, although Elena was startled by Zeno's sudden imposing aura, she did not lose her composure too much.

Her trembling hand slowly rose to caress her pretty face. Elena blinked her charming eyes, revealing a perfectly natural and innocent expression: "Hmm~ Shilo often says I'm his big black cat, does that count?"

This sudden remark made Zeno lose his composure. Seeing Elena say such things so frankly without a trace of shame on her face, Zeno gritted his teeth for a long time before finally saying coldly, "Heh, I think you're not a black cat, but a vixen."

Elena shrugged, leaned back lazily in her chair, and spread her hands, saying, "Whether it's a black cat or a vixen, as long as Shiro likes it, isn't that enough? If he didn't love her to death, why would he like something like this?"

Having said that, Elena blinked, tilted her head to look at Zeno, and asked in return, "You agree, Your Highness Zeno?"

Zeno narrowed her sharp eyes slightly. It was rare to have someone else to discuss this kind of issue with, so she became interested in talking about it.

After a sneer, Zeno crossed her arms and said sarcastically, "This kind of affected, fawning manner is something I, the princess, cannot do. Whether it's you, Cecilia, or my foolish sister, even if you all like Shiro, so what?"

At this point, Zeno flicked his hand outwards, his face displaying the confidence and indifference of a seasoned general, and said, "I fear no competition with anyone. Shilo will ultimately belong to me alone. As for you, you should be grateful for my deep affection for Shilo, which is why I have mercifully allowed you to remain by his side—"

puff

Zeno's "declaration of victory" was interrupted by a sudden, suppressed laugh, causing her indifferent expression to freeze. She stiffened and slowly looked at Elena, who was covering her mouth, her eyes cold and revealing a hint of exasperation.

"……why are you laughing?"

Faced with Zeno's menacing, deep questioning voice, Elena suppressed her upturned lips with some discomfort, shook her head, and tried to explain, but stopped because she was laughing so hard she was twitching.

"Cuckoo~"

Elena finally couldn't hold back any longer, and a series of clear, bell-like laughs rang out. Seeing her laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight, Zeno's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, thinking to himself, "How can this woman be so infuriating?"

Zeno slowly lowered her arms, which were crossed over her chest, and her slender, jade-like fingers twitched slightly, as if she wanted to pull out her hair.

Sensing the ominous aura, Elena's laughter faltered. She coughed lightly twice, pressing her fist to her lips, then wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes, her expression quickly returning to calm.

"Excuse my bluntness, Your Highness Zeno, do you really think your demands can be met?"

Elena tucked her messy hair behind her ear as she laughed, looked into Zeno's eyes, and said, "Leaving aside us, I don't think you're entirely confident you can get past Princess Otivia."