With a soft gasp, tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the white sheets and spreading into a small water stain.
Then, the beautiful princess was gently caressed by the man until the night passed...
The morning sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on the messy bed.
Draudillon opened her eyes, her dark pupils slightly contracting in the morning light.
She lay there for a moment, then slowly sat up. The silk sheet slipped off her shoulders, revealing her fair skin and a small black mole below her collarbone.
She didn't get dressed immediately; instead, she sat on the bed, gazing blankly at the gradually brightening sky outside the window for a while.
Last night's events feel like a dream.
The silver-haired man descended from the sky, annihilated the Orc army, appeared in her room, saw her in a disheveled state, and then—
She lowered her head, looking at the faint red marks on her wrist, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
It's not a dream.
Higashino Makoto emerged from the bathroom, his long, silvery-white hair still damp with moisture, a dark robe casually draped over his shoulders, revealing a glimpse of his refined chest.
He walked to the bedside while drying his hair with a towel, looking down at Draudillon, who was sitting on the bed.
"Woke up?"
"Um."
Draudillon's voice was a little hoarse, with the languidness unique to someone who has just woken up.
Higashino Makoto sat down beside her, reached out and ruffled her hair, the long black hair slipping through his fingers like soft silk.
Did you sleep well last night?
Draudillon's face flushed slightly.
"It's... not bad."
"That's good."
Higashino Makoto stood up, walked to the coat rack, took down his outer robe, and draped it over his shoulders.
"Alright, now that you're awake, I'll take you to collect the agreed-upon reward."
He turned around and looked at Draudillon, a hint of tenderness in his dark eyes.
"Don't worry, everything is ready for you, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Draudillon paused for a moment.
"Remuneration?"
"Oh, the payment? You've already forgotten about it so quickly?"
Higashino Makoto straightened his collar.
Fortunately, I am a very trustworthy person, so please don't worry about me breaking my promise.
He walked to the bedside and looked down at Draudillon.
"Let's go see your reward."
Draudillon blinked.
"Now?"
"Right."
Higashino Makoto nodded.
"Get up. Get dressed, and I'll take you to see it."
Draudillon looked at him for two seconds, then nodded.
"Good."
She lifted the sheet, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, walked to the clothes rack, and took down her clothes.
She wore a black dress, not the glamorous, jewel-encrusted gowns she usually wore, but a simple black dress without any embellishments.
The neckline was high, the sleeves were long, and the skirt hem reached her ankles.
She picked up the clothes and hesitated for a moment.
Then she closed her eyes, and her body began to glow.
It wasn't a dazzling, glaring light, but a soft, moonlit, silvery-white glow. The light enveloped her body, and her form shifted within it.
From a girl to a woman.
Simply put, it changes size depending on the location.
The Dragon King Princess, with her two forms, really stimulated Higashino Makoto's collecting obsession, and she's definitely very appealing.
Yes, there are such characters among the Guardians.
Illya and Irisviel.
Tearju and the Golden Darkness.
The Dragon King Princess's long black hair was still draped over her shoulders, but it had grown a bit longer, reaching down to her waist.
Her facial features haven't changed much, but her lines have become softer and more mature.
She grew nearly twenty centimeters taller, her shoulders broadened, her waist became slimmer, and her chest—
Higashino Makoto raised an eyebrow.
"Good."
Draudillon blushed.
"You—you turn around!"
"Why? Didn't we see it all last night?"
"That was last night! It's daytime now!"
Higashino Makoto chuckled softly, turned around, and faced the wall.
Behind me came the rustling of clothes being put on, the soft sound of fabric rubbing against skin, and the occasional suppressed breathing of Draudillon.
"Alright."
Higashino Makoto turned around.
Draudillon stood by the window, the morning light streaming in from behind her, outlining her figure in a golden silhouette.
The long black dress clung to her body, with a high neckline that covered her collarbone but couldn't hide her curvaceous figure.
The sleeves were long, covering the wrists, but not the slender fingers.
The skirt hem reached her ankles, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin and a pair of black leather shoes.
Her hair was styled into an updo and secured with a black hairpin, revealing her slender neck and delicate earlobes.
She wasn't wearing makeup, but her skin was radiantly white, her lips were rosy, and her eyes were bright.
She doesn't look like a queen.
She looks like a goddess.
"How about it?"
There was a hint of nervousness in Draudillon's voice.
Higashino Makoto looked at her for two seconds.
"Good."
"Just not bad?"
"Very good, very beautiful."
Draudillon's lips curled up slightly.
That's more like it.
She walked to the mirror, looked at herself, and then frowned.
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"This state... cannot be shown to the people."
She closed her eyes, and her body began to glow again.
After the light faded, the girl standing in front of the mirror was once again the same black-haired, golden-eyed loli girl.
Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her black eyes were clear and bright, her skin was fair, her lips were rosy, and she wore a simple white dress and a pair of black leather shoes.
She turned around in front of the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.
That's good.
Higashino Makoto looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"You're quite good at switching between them."
"Certainly."
Draudillon turned around, put her hands on her hips, and looked up at him.
Even on tiptoe, her head only reached his chest.
"This is an essential skill for the Queen."
Higashino Makoto reached out and patted her head.
Let's go.
Draudillon followed him out of the room.
The walls on both sides of the corridor are adorned with portraits of past kings, from the first to the third, each one painted with remarkable lifelike detail.
Draudillon's portrait hung at the very end.
In the painting, she is dressed in a magnificent gown, wearing Crown, and her expression is solemn and dignified.
"It doesn't look like it."
Higashino Makoto said.
What's different about it?
You're not that serious.
Draudillon was silent for a moment.
"I need to be that serious in front of my subjects."
Higashino Makoto did not respond.
The two walked along the corridor to the palace gates. The two heavy oak doors were tightly closed, and the brass door knockers gleamed with a dark red luster in the morning light.
Are you ready?
Higashino Makoto asked.
"What are you going to prepare?"
Higashino Makoto didn't answer. He reached out and pushed open the door.
The morning light streamed in through the door, dazzling and blinding.
Draudillon squinted and shielded her eyes from the light with her hand.
Then, she saw the scene outside the door.
In the square in front of the palace, twelve angels floated in mid-air.
They are about three meters tall, with human-like bodies, but no faces; their heads are smooth, mirror-like planes.
Two pairs of wings of light unfolded from behind, the feathers were pure white with a faint blue glow at the edges.
They wore armor formed from condensed light, held spears formed from condensed light in their hands, and wore round shields on their other arms.
Long, straight armor covered their legs, and irregularly shaped circular halos shimmered with golden light in the morning glow above their heads.
Virtue Angel.
Level 40.
To humans in this world, each one is a natural disaster capable of destroying a city.