Swearing Allegiance to My Dear

Dragons, for the most part, are incredibly wealthy.

Ordinary dragons love to collect gold and treasures, but ancient dragons possess even more refined hobbies.

Beyond gold and jewelry, they are nostalgic creatures who enjoy collecting antiques.

Naturally, the antiques that catch the eye of an ancient dragon are usually of terrifyingly high value.

A vast number of divine artifacts and treasures, rarely seen in the outside world even once in a century, are piled up like trash in their lairs, hidden away from the light of day.

If these creatures were even slightly weaker, they would have become the target of desperate, frenzied hunting by all the intelligent beings of the mortal world.

When Rhine prepared to find a sufficiently powerful piece of equipment for Constance, his first thought was the treasure guarded by an ancient dragon.

This was something the Rhine of the past would never have dared to imagine.

Because ancient dragons can not only pin demigods to the ground and crush them, but most terrifyingly, these creatures possess immortality.

If you dare to take their belongings, you can only wait to be hunted to death by these immortal, mythical beasts.

But now, the situation is different!

Rhine has defected to the Dragon of Lust; he now has the backing of an ancient dragon princess!

Olivia possesses the authority to strip her subjects of their immortality.

As long as he can obtain Olivia's consent, Rhine has the potential to accomplish a feat that no one has achieved since the dawn of the New Era.

To kill an ancient dragon.

Olivia: "Obadiah, I've long found that little brat to be an eyesore, but well, in my position, I certainly can't do it myself."

Rhine nodded: "As long as Your Highness can strip away his immortality, leave the rest to me."

"Really?"

Olivia asked with a chuckle: "Even if he is removed from my protection, an ancient dragon is not something a demigod can handle, you know?"

Rhine: "It doesn't matter."

"Such confidence. Very well, then, as you wish."

Olivia promised Rhine: "As long as you can kill Obadiah, I shall bestow all of his collections upon you in the name of Olivia, Princess of the Ancient Dragons."

This was exactly what Rhine wanted.

Rhine: "I thank you for your grace."

Olivia: "I need to get rid of a bitch, and you need Obadiah's treasure. We each take what we need and contribute our own efforts. You don't need to thank me this time, but come to think of it..."

Olivia was a bit curious: "Although Obadiah is a junior, his collection is quite rich. Tell me, how much value do those scraps of his actually hold among you humans?"

"How much value?"

Rhine pondered it seriously.

Rhine: "Do you know Hela Hain?"

Olivia: "Hmm, she is an Imperial Guard of your country, isn't she?"

Rhine: "Yes, her lifelong hobby is collecting various items and equipment."

Rhine: "Among Obadiah's collection, there is a weapon I have my eye on. Aside from that piece, if I were to give the remaining trash to Hela..."

Olivia: "If you gave it to her?"

Rhine said without a hint of a joke: "It would likely be to the extent that she would clutch her heart as it skipped a beat, weep with excitement, and tremble as she knelt down to grab my pant leg and call me daddy."

"Wow..."

Olivia's eyes lit up.

In that case, Rhine's hunt for the ancient dragon would not only replenish Constance's arsenal but also serve as a way to max out his favorability with the Imperial Guard, Hela!

If Rhine could max out Hela's favorability quickly, naturally, Olivia would be able to enjoy that exquisite moment sooner.

Olivia licked her lips.

She was craving it again.

"Hurry up!!"

23. The "Daughters" of the Imperial Guard

In a manor on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, the Imperial Guard Hela Hain lay comfortably on a sofa in front of the fireplace, enjoying the service of her servants.

Beside her, several young girls dressed in maid outfits, who bore a striking resemblance to her, were silently kneading her feet and massaging her.

Like all Imperial Guards, Hela's divinity was rooted in the essence of the Crystal Goddess Order, but the pillars supporting that essence differed for each guard.

Hela's pillar originated from the ancient Spirit God—Life.

These girls, who looked so much like Hela, were demigod puppets created by Hela using her own body as the matrix.

Or perhaps... her daughters.

At this moment, Hela was examining her spoils, the Dragon Soul Sword she had obtained from Constance.

As a golden-tier weapon, the quality of this sword was quite superior; the dragon soul used in its forging was pure, and its composition even leaned slightly toward that of an ancient dragon.

Hela was very satisfied.

"Here."

Hela handed the Dragon Soul Sword to the puppet who was kneading her shoulders: "You can use this from now on."

However, the puppet glanced at the sword and shook her head firmly: "I don't want it."

Hela: "Huh?!"

The puppet said righteously: "This is stolen goods you extorted from Miss Shia. Compared to us, Miss Shia needs it more."

Hela was a bit surprised. Why was the moral standard of the puppets she had split from her own blood so much higher than her own?

Hela shoved the Dragon Soul Sword into the puppet's hands: "Shia has spare weapons, you don't need to worry about her!"

The puppet still refused to accept the sword; she threw the forcibly shoved Dragon Soul Sword hard onto the ground.

The puppet tightened her face, looking down at Hela as if scrutinizing her soul: "But Miss Shia only has one golden weapon, you should know that clearly!"

"Ugh..."

Hela was speechless.

At this moment, she turned her face away with a guilty conscience.

Unlike her other sisters, Constance never sought any benefits for herself, so she was not well-off.

This golden-quality Dragon Soul Sword was her only golden piece of equipment.

The puppet girl not only had a very upright moral compass, but she could even turn around and lecture their mother: "Hela, if you keep bullying your sisters like this, be careful, or you won't have any friends."

Hela sighed helplessly: "...Then you guys return it to Constance."

"You are being too childish!"

Another puppet criticized: "Miss Shia is very tolerant, but if you take the sword and then turn around and give it back as charity, how is she supposed to handle that?"

Hela: "Fantastic! You guys are truly so thoughtful!"

I really hope that when you thoughtful and kind girls are on the battlefield next time, you can stop hiding behind me and using me as a meat shield, thank you very much!!

Then, the puppets gave their immature mother a proper plan.

The puppet kneading her shoulders said: "You should go find Prince Rhine and make a deal with him. Hand the sword to him at a low price, and then have him return it to Miss Shia."

The puppet kneading her feet: "That way you won't be at a loss, right?"

The puppet who had been slacking off showed a look of anticipation: "And we can see Prince Rhine again. Isn't that the best of both worlds!"

Mentioning Prince Rhine, the other puppets also showed looks of anticipation.

When they met the Prince today, it wasn't just Hela who was captivated by his charm, but also these puppet daughters hiding in the rifts of space.

Merely catching a glimpse of that Imperial heir through the rifts of time and space, the puppets' hearts had fluttered because of the Prince's stunning charisma.

It was a strange feeling...

The puppets and Hela couldn't help but guess.

Could it be... that this was the result of the Prince's deal with the Evil Dragon?

If that was the case, then this deal wasn't bad at all.

Hela didn't mind whether Rhine was using the power of an evil god to manipulate her; after all, so-called charm was just a blessing that increased one's attractiveness.

What's more...

Evil god or not, let's set that aside for now.

The current Prince is really, truly seductive!

Just then, Hela noticed something and looked out the window.

The alarm system around the manor had been triggered.

A guest had arrived.

24. Miss Hela and the Daughters' Choice

It was not difficult for Hela to judge the identity of the visitor.

Her perception was a constant blessing. Theoretically, if someone wanted to talk to Hela about something, they only needed to shout "Hela" at her home to get her attention, and then everyone could begin a pleasant transaction.

However, following the habits of mortals, they still preferred to pay a visit in person, as if that would make them appear more sincere.

In fact, such sincerity was worthless to an Imperial Guard. The Imperial Guard's powerful information-gathering capabilities were sufficient to accurately analyze a person's motives and demands through various pieces of evidence.

Whether there was sincerity or not, one look was enough to know.

Hela looked at one of the puppets: "You go."

The puppet nodded.

Then, the puppet girl's body dissolved into the rifts of space and traveled outside the manor.

Soon, the puppet returned.

In the puppet's hand was a note: "It is an envoy from His Highness the Prince. It seems His Highness is still holding a grudge over the people you killed earlier."

A puppet staying at home asked: "Is the Prince here to cause trouble?"