Don't Talk to the Dragon God

"Hey! You two over there, where did you come from?!"

The male shout from afar made me jolt all over. It felt like I had just spat on the ground and a squad of Red Armband Old Ladies had spawned right beside me: Lilina had just chipped a piece of artifact debris off someone else's protected scenic site!

Even the fake loli, who had never feared heaven or earth, knew when things had gotten serious. The moment that shout reached us, Lilina immediately stuffed the magic mirror into her Personal Space, then looked miserably in my direction. "Boss, lolis are protected animals... You have to protect your own loli!"

Only at times like this did she realize she was merely a little loli. This girl was beyond saving.

I adjusted my expression and tried to look like an innocent bystander. Turning toward the source of the voice, I suddenly felt as if my eyes had been blinded by a blindingly expensive glare, even through my sunglasses.

Holy crap, what a dazzlingly handsome bastard!

At the boundary between ice and snow some distance away stood a young man I had never seen before. He wore sturdy yet unbulky golden armor, while a long sea-blue cape behind him snapped in the cold winds of the ice field. His messy golden hair was dazzling, and beneath that short hair, which made even gold coins seem dull, was the face of a standard Greek-style handsome man—in short, a model-type pretty boy with both display value and historical significance. The kind who would be perfect with a coat of white paint slapped on his face and posted outside the Louvre as a guard.

Ding Le Ge Da Dang, Ding Le Ge Da Dang! I had thought someone like Yiersen was the most irreconcilable rival of