Forced Marriage

By the time Chen Rui returned to the residence at noon the next day, it was already lunchtime.

As usual, Olyphus was locked in a fierce battle for food with Pagliu and Lomon. Both her nephew's classmate and the Poison Dragon were thick-skinned sorts; although the black dragon girl's demigod father was glaring tigerishly from the side, neither showed the slightest intention of yielding. As the Poison Dragon often said: "I'll eat even if it kills me."

Compared to those three gluttons, Miss Emerald Dragon Clobellus and the black dragon girl Julia ate rather delicately. As for the truly refined Delia, there was simply no comparison.

The violent clatter of tableware, sharp exchanges of glances, and loud chewing had become a symphony at the dining table.

Augulas calmly sipped his wine without taking his daughter's side. He could tell that Olyphus was happy—truly happy to be with these friends.

Of course, the Dragon Emperor was the ultimate type to protect his own. That damned Poison Dragon and that Lomon dared to snatch Olyphus's food? He would settle that score when it came time to "instruct" them in cultivation.

Olyphus successfully snatched a plate of cabbage, then suddenly remembered something and held it out before Isabella. "Big Sister, you like this."

A certain demigod father felt rather jealous. Olyphus wouldn't even spare the food in front of her own father, yet Isabella alone was an exception.

"Thank you. Just one piece is enough." Smiling, Isabella speared a piece with her fork and gazed fondly at the black dragon girl's puffed-up cheeks. "Eat slowly, Olyphus. When Chen Rui comes, I'll have him make you some grilled meat."

The black dragon girl nodded like a chicken pecking at grain. Then her eyes suddenly lit up. Pointing at the doorway, she said indistinctly through