Dragon King Youzi, Let 'Em Have It!

Flames churned and burned.

The girl ascended amid the blazing flames.

Having survived the ordeal, Miss Hayabusa gasped for breath before dropping heavily into a puddle slick with rain in the stormy night.

She braced both hands against the ground and stared, still shaken, at the girl who had descended.

The icy rain striking her face reminded Miss Hayabusa that she was not in a dream.

At the same time—

It also reminded Miss Hayabusa just how scorching hot her cheeks were.

She looked at Su Youzi.

The girl stood beneath the black sky.

After her descent, her overwhelming presence sent the wind and rain surging backward, roaring into the sky and leaving behind a hazy world without a single strand of rain.

Yet the first thing the girl who had descended like a sovereign did was not cast a disdainful gaze around her and proclaim her might. Instead... she turned around and looked at her with a lovely smile—

"Sorry..."

"Sister Hayabusa."

"I'm late."

Looking at the lovely smile on the girl's face, Miss Hayabusa seemed to understand, for a moment, why her own Lord Kujo had been captivated.

"I... I'm fine..."

Miss Hayabusa's voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

"Useless piece of trash—" A contemptuous... familiar voice.

Only then did the hand gripping Hayabusa's collar slowly loosen. Miss Hayabusa turned around to see a pair of striking crimson eyes looking at her with concern.

Sometimes, Miss Hayabusa really wanted to remind her own Lord Kujo of something.

Tsunderes had no market these days.

Saying one thing while meaning another was too troublesome and far too likely to cause misunderstandings.

There were so many girls around Miss Youzi. If her own Lord Kujo wasn't careful... she might get neglected.

But... Miss Hayabusa recalled how completely different her own Lord Kujo acted