The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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However, he already knew everything about Lucia, that silly little dragon.

And Fria probably noticed something was wrong too~

However, as always, Fria remained cold towards the lord...

Little did O'Ville know what Philia and Ron were doing after their sparring match.

If you knew, you'd probably be shocked...

“But you weren’t like this yesterday; you were a completely different person.”

Ron moved closer, teasing the little dragon in front of him with a wicked grin.

I have to say, O'Ville is quite adorable like this.

That shameful look made you want to look at it more.

"My lord, please stop! That...that wasn't the real me..."

Hearing this, O'Ville felt even more ashamed, her delicate body trembling slightly, and the whole dragon seemed to be acting strangely.

She was afraid she might do something strange if she stayed any longer.

So she chose to lift her round, perky buttocks, and then released her lightly bitten pink lips;

"My lord, I'll get back to work now!"

In order to avoid continuing to become strange, O'Ville chose to start working now and finish the task within two days.

So it should be finished by tomorrow night.

O'Ville is really looking forward to this...

As he watched the somewhat flustered figure leave, Ron's lips curled into a wild smile.

That's what makes being a lord interesting—teasing the slutty maid, flirting with the little dragon, and oh, the little dragon too.

And soon there will be more little dragons, and little ponies...

The days ahead will only get more and more interesting...

Soon, the demi-human women finished their breakfast, and Lucia did the same. Although she ate a lot, she ate quickly.

So when it comes to eating, I'm actually pretty much the same as everyone else.

After seeing that O'Ville was gone, she did not choose to leave with Ron, but wanted to stay here with O'Ville.

I guess he got used to being with Ovelle during this time, and of course, he was also worried that Ovelle would be lonely, so he chose to stay.

Although I can't help with anything, my presence is invaluable.

Today, Fiona also chose to stay in the swamp territory. Fortunately, everything in the valley territory was well-managed by her, and there was no need to deal with anything further.

Ron let her stay, though he knew perfectly well why his wretched maid had stayed.

It's likely that he twisted his ankle by accident, which is why he's unsteady on his feet and ended up staying in the swamp territory.

"Since your body can't handle it, it's more appropriate for you to stay."

When he heard his maid say she was staying, Ron couldn't help but tease her.

"Damn it, you bastard master! How could a maid not be able to handle it? I just twisted my ankle this morning and had some difficulty moving around, that's why I stayed in the swamp territory~"

Fiona frowned, looking at the man in front of her with an expression of utter contempt.

Ron is a complete jerk, how could I possibly not be able to handle him?

It's just a minor injury; a day of rest and recovery will do the trick.

Next time, I'll definitely teach that bastard master a lesson about what a maid can do...

"Since your foot is injured, why don't I stay and massage it for you to help reduce the swelling?"

Ron was exceptionally kind to his subordinates; when he saw that the maid had injured her foot, he wanted to help by rubbing it with some kind of medicinal wine.

This will help you recover faster.

"I don't need that jerk master to massage my feet. I'll take care of it myself. When I come back tonight, you'll see me all lively and energetic!"

Fiona rolled her eyes at the man with disdain, then turned her face away.

That bastard Ron is really audacious; how could I possibly let him massage my feet?

The maid knew exactly what this guy was thinking.

I would never agree to that.

"Okay, if your foot still hurts when you get back tonight, I'll take a look and see what's wrong."

After leaving those words, Ron closed the curtains and let the carriage drive away from the swamp territory.

Upon hearing this, Fiona's cheeks inexplicably flushed, and she pouted, making a sullen face.

How could I possibly let that bastard owner help me?

Gumbling—

Although I was thinking that, for some reason, I couldn't help but swallow.

Her fair toes, encased in thick black pantyhose, twitched restlessly inside, as if worried about something.

Or perhaps she was anticipating that man's arrival...

Chapter 179: Lal's bloodline reverts to its ancestral form, transforming him into a Pegasus! The horses are incredibly excited!

In the far north, in the misty forest, lies a blessed land.

Rafa, the mother, woke up, went outside to gather some berries and tender grass, and returned home.

Seeing that her daughter was still sleeping, she lifted the blanket.

"Lal, the sun's already high in the sky, time to get up and go out for some food."

"Mother, Lal still wants to sleep~ I don't need to do any work, and I can eat when I wake up~"

Rather than eating delicious food, she would rather stay in bed a little longer. Even if she went out to find food, she would find a sunny spot to lie down and sleep after she was full.

It seems like all she does is eat and sleep...

"Lal, you... you seem different..."

When Rafa saw his daughter's body, he looked surprised and suspicious because a two-centimeter-long horn had grown out of Rafa's forehead.

She had never seen anything like it before, because none of her tribe members had horns on their foreheads.

According to legend, the centaurs are descendants of the pegasus race.

The Pegasus race has a single horn on its forehead and two wings on its back...

Could it be that....

Rafa was incredibly excited, and her delicate body trembled.

Because this is simply too astonishing. If his daughter really did revert to her ancestral bloodline and become the legendary Pegasus, that would be truly amazing.

"Mother, Ral hasn't changed at all. Ral is still the same!"

The clumsy Lal didn't notice the changes in his body, and didn't even feel that he had become stronger.

I just find sleeping very comfortable...

"No, Ral, touch your forehead..."

Rafa swallowed hard, then pointed to his daughter's forehead.

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

There was no way around it; the impact of this event was simply too great for her.

"Forehead...?"

Hearing his mother's words, Ral curiously reached out and touched his forehead, only to find a bump...

"Mother, Mother, what happened to my head? Did I bump it while I was sleeping last night, or did someone beat me up last night? How come I have such a big bump...?"

Feeling something like his forehead, Lar jumped excitedly out of bed.

She felt she must have been beaten up, otherwise she wouldn't have such a big bump.

"Who was it? So mean, bullying Ral while he was sleeping!"

Lal rubbed her forehead, looking aggrieved, with tears welling up in her beautiful eyes, as if she could cry at any moment.

"Lal, it wasn't someone else who beat you up; it grew back on your own."

After swallowing hard, Rafa patiently explained:

"Your body must have undergone a bloodline reversion, which is why you have horns on your head."

She now desperately wants to know if her daughter has grown wings on her back.

If it grows back, then there's no doubt that it's a case of bloodline atavism.

In this way, their daughter would become the only centaur in the last few thousand years to have reverted to their ancestral bloodline.

It made her, as a mother, feel incredibly proud.