“My, that scared this dragon half to death.”
Furni's pressure instantly dissipated.
“Don't celebrate too early. Baroque is already on his way here with the guest you arranged.”
At the thought of Baroque rushing here with that Hero, Ivelia looked at Furni with an expression of anticipating a good show.
“A guest I arranged?”
“Karl, do you remember who I arranged to come over?”
Furni was somewhat puzzled when Ivelia suddenly reminded her.
Seeing this, Karl—whose legs were already weak from the pressure—lost all strength in his feet and collapsed straight to the ground.
“Furni, sometimes I really wonder if the Original Hero tricked you into signing that guardian agreement.”
“The Hero! Isn't that the only thing you've been dealing with lately?!”
“Oh, oh, oh! Right, I think I told the little Hero to head this way too...”
When the Hero was mentioned, Furni suddenly remembered that she seemed to have given Ichikawa a map.
“W-Wait a minute!”
“You mean the Hero is almost here?!”
Furni instantly froze, completely petrified.
“It seems some dragons can't even manage their time properly anymore.”
“That's nothing to the great guardian dragon.”
Furni waved her hand. Fortunately, it was just a small matter.
Her hand began to shimmer with a complex blue magic rune.
“A simple transformation spell like this is child's play for me, Furni.”
With that, Furni cast the spell toward Karl.
After a flash of blue light, Karl's elderly white hair instantly turned into a full head of youthful black hair. He looked at least twenty years younger.
“See? Dragons are reliable after all.”
After casting the transformation spell on herself, Furni became exceptionally tall. The only way to recognize her now was probably the dark circles under her eyes that refused to fade.
Seeing the dramatic change in their appearances, Ivelia had nothing left to say to them. She still had to go catch that little Miss Saintess who had sneakily run off.
“If there's nothing else, we'll head inside.”
Seeing that Ivelia's attention was completely elsewhere after she finished using the transformation spell, Furni knew that the Lord Demon King was likely already using magic to track down the little Saintess.
“Then we won't disturb the Lord Demon King in finding her Miss Saintess. Bye-bye~”
Waving at Ivelia, Furni reached out and grabbed Karl, who was repeatedly looking in a mirror to admire his thick black hair, and walked straight into the bustling residential district.
Meanwhile, Miss Saintess—
“Chomp~”
“Delicious!”
Lin Ling was currently standing in front of a minotaur uncle's stall, holding a meat skewer made of some unknown meat.
“Miss Saintess, how does it taste?”
“Extremely delicious!”
The corners of Lin Ling's mouth were smeared with the sauce from the skewer.
“Ah, these skewers are made of Broll cattle.”
“Cattle?”
Hearing this word, Lin Ling's movement of putting the skewer into her mouth froze.
Her eyes swept over the horns on the stall owner's head, and then she looked down at the half-eaten skewer in her hand.
“Then, does that mean Miss Saintess... ate your kind...?”
Seeing Lin Ling's hand holding the skewer trembling, the stall owner smiled at the dazed Saintess.
“Don't worry, Lady Saintess, those are just magical beasts.”
“Magical beasts have no intelligence and are completely different from us. Only humans lump us together.”
“Ah, I see. Miss Saintess is relieved then.”
After listening to the stall owner's explanation, Miss Saintess finally felt at ease and devoured the rest of the meat skewer in one bite.
“Is it good?”
“It's delicious~”
A cool, crisp voice echoed from behind Lin Ling.
And why did this voice sound so familiar?
Lin Ling turned her head mechanically, only to see Ivelia standing behind her with a doting look in her eyes.
“Whoa!”
“How did the Lord Demon King find Miss Saintess so quickly?”
She had only just run away. If this was the case, wouldn't Miss Saintess's culinary journey tonight be utterly ruined?!
Looking at the wafting aromas drifting from the brightly lit stalls in the distance, a look of tragic farewell appeared in Lin Ling's eyes.
“Is Miss Saintess worried that she will be picked up by the scary Lord Demon King again and miss out on all this food?”
Seeing Lin Ling's face, slightly flushed from the smoke, coupled with the unshed tears at the corners of her eyes, Ivelia chuckled.
This Miss Saintess even secretly licked the bamboo skewer in her hand.
“Rest assured, dear Miss Saintess. Today, the scary Demon King will only follow behind you.”
Ivelia looked at the sauce hanging from the corner of Lin Ling's mouth and reached out.
“Didn't the Lord Demon King say she wouldn't carry me?!”
Seeing Ivelia reach out, Lin Ling immediately shrank her head back.
However, that hand only touched her face gently before drawing back.
Lin Ling quietly opened her eyes a tiny crack.
In Ivelia's retracted hand was a bit of... the sauce from the skewer?
Wait, why did the Lord Demon King put that sauce directly into her own mouth?
Seeing Ivelia's face getting closer and closer, Lin Ling hastily closed her secretly opened eyes.
Why hasn't she kissed me yet?
In the darkness, Lin Ling could only sense the violet scent on Ivelia, which was so close that it even drowned out the smell of the skewers from the stall.
Usually at a time like this, the Lord Demon King would have already kissed her directly.
Thinking of this, Lin Ling opened her eyes again, only to see a crowd of onlookers gathered around them, while Ivelia stood before her with a smiling face, watching her.
“What was Miss Saintess thinking about just now~”
Hearing Ivelia's sudden question, Lin Ling's face instantly flushed crimson. Grabbing Ivelia's hand, she dashed toward the distant stalls.
The crowd immediately parted to make a path for the two of them.
“Mom, what are those two ladies doing?”
“Is this what you call a date, Mom?”
These words drifted from the crowd into Lin Ling's ears, dyeing the tips of Miss Saintess's ears a soft pink.
“It's so wonderful. The Lord Demon King can finally shed that tired expression of hers.”
Seeing the smile on Ivelia's face as she was pulled along, the surrounding residents felt genuinely happy for the Lord Demon King from the bottom of their hearts.
Then they looked at the minotaur stall owner. These were skewers that even Miss Saintess had praised...
“Hey, hey, don't rush, don't rush.”
“There's plenty for everyone!”
“Hey, who stepped on my foot!”
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