She spoke words that might have made a certain Red Dragon Highness sneeze violently.
"Besides, even without that strange metaphor, if we absolutely had to establish such a profession, there are people more qualified than me, aren't there?"
She then seemed to recall something and added.
Ah.
Someone more suitable?
Hearing that, Russell fell into thought as well.
After realizing that the women he knew all seemed to have more or less problematic personalities, he gave up thinking.
Some wanted to roam the world with a sword, some wanted to stay home and live an ordinary life, some thought about fighting bosses all day, and some were bosses all day. There were even those who secretly got up in the middle of the night and hammered away at iron.
There truly did not seem to be many who fit the public's stereotypical image of a Queen.
Besides—
Was it just his imagination?
Nian's way of speaking really felt so wifely right now...
Russell silently teleported to her side and tentatively put an arm around her waist.
"Ah?"
The dragon girl's eyes seemed to widen slightly in an instant, and her expression turned awkward.
Yet unexpectedly, she did not avoid him.
Russell sucked in a sharp breath.
Good lord, when had their relationship progressed this quickly? Had he lost some memories?
He had thought that the way she got angry carried the feeling of a girlfriend throwing a tantrum... and now, she did not flare up even when he put an arm around her waist?
Had he somehow crossed into a parallel world?
Or had Nian really beaten her down and made her "willingly" become a dowry maid?
No, although Nian was a little timid.
Could she really be timid enough to willingly become Nian's dowry maid?
Russell's brain was a