The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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No wonder Lucia always talks like that in her sleep...

"Alright, little pervert, it's time to go back now that the sun has set."

After feeling completely refreshed, Ron gently pinched O'Ville's little nose, his gesture as intimate as that of a partner.

"I, I'm not a pervert~~"

O'Ville pouted, her expression charming, and spoke softly and coquettishly to the man.

This was the first time she had ever spoken in this tone.

She herself could hardly believe that she could actually make such a sound, especially directed at a human being.

Often, girls are like this: once you break through the boundaries in your heart and the social distance between you and the other person is crossed, and the relationship becomes intimate, they will show their tender and gentle side.

Even demi-human girls are no exception; I reckon even a temperamental little dragon like Fria would become alluring and beautiful once she breaks through her limits...

"Whose tail was that that curled up to us just now?"

Ron only rubbed O'Ville's tail and moved a little closer on his own initiative; everything that happened afterward was passive on his part.

Even the seasoned veteran Ron was somewhat surprised. He never expected that O'Ville, who was usually dignified and composed like an older sister, would show such a delicate expression.

It turns out to be quite a contrast.

"No, I don't know, it's definitely not mine~~"

After the intense emotions subsided, O'Ville felt unbearably ashamed; she never imagined she would do such a thing.

Its tail was completely out of control, curling up involuntarily.

So it's not my fault...

"Let's go back."

Seeing the shy little dragon, Ron looked satisfied, picked up Lucia, and walked towards the camp.

"Hmm~"

O'Ville, her long legs feeling somewhat weak, followed beside the man, occasionally glancing sideways at him.

At this moment, she was like a young girl experiencing her first love, unable to resist stealing glances at the man beside her, but also somewhat shy, only glancing briefly before immediately looking away.

If nothing unexpected happens, this little dragon is about to be completely smitten...

Behind her, beside the hill, Philia, who had witnessed all of this, stood there in a daze.

For the first time, her strong desire to bring her companion home wavered.

"This is the first time I've seen that expression on O'Ville's face. Has she fallen in love with a human?"

Whether it was a bitter smile or helplessness, Fria stood there, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

But why would O'Ville fall for such a shameless human?

"Whoo~"

Fria sighed helplessly and followed the path towards the camp under the cover of night.

The only reason she could think of for O'Ville's fall was the tail behind her.

Because even she herself almost lost control completely several times.

Our tails are our weapons, and only a suitable mate can soften the scales of our tails. But why can this human soften the tails of all of us dragons...?

Damn it! ! !

Faced with this situation, Fria felt utterly helpless and didn't even know how to help Ovelle...

When asked to speak frankly, Fria couldn't bring herself to do it, so she ended up focusing on the culprit who caused her and her companions to become strange.

It's very simple, just cut it off!

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"My lord, it's fine to put it here~"

Ron carried Lucia all the way to the tent, and O'Ville cleared out a sofa so that Lucia could lie down and rest for a while.

"it is good."

Ron stepped forward, just as he was about to put her down, but Lucia clung tightly to him, refusing to let go, and kept murmuring to herself.

"My lord, you mustn't leave Lucia~~"

"I want a hug, and I want Lucia's tail rubbed~~~"

Ron: "???"

"Is she asleep? Has she been like this all along?"

Ron was somewhat surprised. If that were the case, wouldn't Lucia tell him everything she did to him that night?

"He usually only talks in his sleep when he first falls asleep."

To be honest, Lucia only talked in her sleep for the first half hour after falling asleep; the rest of the time she slept soundly.

But saying such things at this moment made her feel a little embarrassed...

"My lord, Lucia is so tired~"

Lucia, lying on the sofa, still clung tightly to Ron, refusing to let go. Even though the dragon was asleep, she could still unconsciously act coquettishly.

"It seems Lucia is really tired today."

Ron did not refuse Lucia's request. After all, she had worked so hard today, and it was understandable to indulge her little wish.

"Hmm~"

As soon as her tail was grabbed, Lucia let out a soft groan and her body trembled slightly.

"Lord~"

Looking at Lucia like this, Ron wondered if she was pretending to be asleep, but he also thought that the silly water dragon girl was a bit dim-witted.

"I...I don't want it anymore, my lord~~"

O'Ville wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but as soon as her round, pert buttocks touched the sofa, the man's hand grabbed her tail.

That feeling was still intense.

"It's okay, I'll give you a massage too, then you can get some rest."

Ron is like that, striving to treat everyone equally, even when it comes to massaging his tail.

But then he thought, what if Philia were here too?

You can't massage three tails at the same time with just two hands.

But there's always a way to overcome difficulties. It just so happens that it has a mouth, and the dragon girl happens to have a tail—what a coincidence!

"Okay then~~~"

Having experienced the tail massage, O'Ville's mouth began to speak honestly.

This feeling is extraordinary for dragons...

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"Master, we were just looking for you. Did you just finish taking a bath?"

She remembered that her master didn't have the habit of taking a bath before meals.

"Oh, this? It's nothing."

Ron smoothed his hair back.

"All right...."

Fiona felt strange, but didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she explained why she wanted to see the other person.

"My lord, dinner is ready. We can begin the banquet immediately."

The venison was delivered a little late today, otherwise dinner would have been earlier than it is now.

"Later, I'm going to take a shower. You can gather the people in the open space while I announce something."

O'Ville and Lucia were exhausted after a long day, so I told them to get some rest while I went to take care of my business.

The system of small-team farming was promulgated so that the people could get to know each other as soon as possible. The wheat fields would be opened up soon, and after that, the land would be distributed according to the small teams.

"Yes, Master, I will take care of it right away."

Seeing the man's serious expression, Fiona didn't ask any more questions, because she felt that there must be something important, otherwise he wouldn't be so late and not have eaten my dinner.

"By the way, Master, why do you smell so good? It smells like flowers, and it also smells like milk and honey."

Actually, she had wanted to say this for a long time. It was the first time she had ever smelled this fragrance, and it had a special feeling about it.

"It's probably contaminated with some pollen. You should go and gather the people together."

Ron lied without batting an eye, then urged the maid to get on with the important business.

"Understood, Master."