"Big brother, I'm counting on you."
"Yes, Your Majesty. I will complete the mission without fail." The man kneeling on one knee revealed a confident smile, then rose to his feet and left the room with a spring in his step.
She watched him off with a pure, adorable smile, but the instant he left the room, that smile collapsed.
"I'm exhausted." Slumping onto the throne, the girl complained. Though her voice and appearance still possessed the vigor of youth, her inner self seemed utterly different from what she appeared to be.
This girl was the queen of the Dragon Kingdom, Draudillon Oriculus, the [Black Scale Dragon Lord].
She bore the title of Dragon Lord, though her combat ability was still on the level of an ordinary person. By the standards of the Slane Theocracy, she was considered a True Dragon Lord, but that judgment was based solely on her innate talent. Thus, some people called her by the extremely rare title of [False True Dragon Lord].
Because the criterion for distinguishing true from false was whether one could use Wild Magic.
"You have worked hard, Your Majesty," the prime minister beside her said in a cold voice.
"I really don't want to wear this kind of dress anymore." Draudillon pinched the hem of her lace-trimmed skirt, her face full of distaste. "Not only do I have to wear stockings that only reach my knees, I have to show my legs too. It's so annoying."
"I don't know how many times I've repeated this, but I must say it again—no! Let me emphasize it once more: your current form is necessary for the country."
"Huh? Is this country full of nothing but lolicons?"
"Allow me to explain. A little girl is the most perfect form—one that can be expected to