Happy New Year, everyone!
What day of the first lunar month was it again?
Anyway, let Pighead gradually shake off the laziness of the Spring Festival!
Two updates today, then... let's gradually resume regular updates, shall we?
Mm, time to start working hard! Spring—beautiful spring, spring brimming with vitality!
A fragrant breeze drifted through the tent. Arthur, dressed in a loose house robe, sat smiling on a cushioned couch as he studied Ais Te.
Having changed into a thin gauze nightgown, Ais Te remained cold as frost, her face utterly expressionless. Meanwhile, the beautiful silver elf Amy clenched her fists tightly, glaring furiously at the grinning Arthur.
Diogo's wild, triumphant howl came from high above, accompanied by Ailis's pained moans and screams. Yet Ais Te's expression did not change in the slightest. She merely stared quietly at the ledger in her hands, which recorded all the forces Arthur had mobilized this time, counting on her fingers as she calculated just how much power this army possessed—an army that had never appeared on the continent except during the century-long struggle for the land-islands.
Without warning, Diogo began howling in agony. A piercing sound of air being torn apart followed, and Diogo, blood streaming continuously from his neck, fled miserably into the tent. He rasped, "That little beauty has gone mad. Her—her—her bloodline has gone wrong. She should have evolved into an Eastern divine dragon representing justice and protection, but now she's turned into a Western dragon."
Arthur raised his brows and coughed softly.
Ais Te set down the thick ledger in her hands, then lifted her head and demanded an answer from Ailis in a low voice.
When Ailis's baffled, resentful voice came through, Ais Te immediately shattered the soul imprint Ailis had left in her hand. Just as Ais