They looked very young now, without a trace of aging, all thanks to Jonavili's dragon blood.
Seeing Jonavili's arrival from afar, the maids carrying roasted and raw meat bowed one after another.
"Greetings, Great Master Jonavili."
Hearing their voices, Jonavili narrowed her eyes with pleasure.
That's right, this is the wonderful life in another world~
Thinking this, Jonavili couldn't help but giggle foolishly, her tongue hanging out naturally, and the ahoge on her head swayed happily.
"Hehehe~"
Saisa looked on with curiosity, while Gris, seeing his elder sister acting like a fool again, quickly nudged her with his elbow.
"What is it?"
"Big Sis... your decorum."
Gris lowered his voice, and Jonavili finally snapped out of it, coughing lightly to ease the embarrassment.
"Ahem, do you really need to tell me? As if I didn't know. You're so nosy."
"Wow, I guess family means nothing then."
Play is play, and trouble is trouble, but one still has to eat.
Jonavili directly transformed into her true form; her 120-meter-long, exquisitely streamlined body left Saisa dumbfounded.
Next, Gris also revealed a more normal dragon body, which had reached sixty-eight meters.
Seeing them reveal their true forms, Saisa also underwent a transformation.
In the blink of an eye, an elegant and slender silver female dragon, over eighty meters long, lay quietly beside Jonavili.
Jonavili simply opened her draconic snout, and the maids quietly placed the food into her mouth.
Adding to the fun, there were piles of wine jars nearby like small mountains.
These were wines specially brewed for Jonavili and the other two dragons, having been sealed for decades.
Jonavili lightly pinched a wine jar over a meter tall with her index finger and thumb, slightly baring her draconic snout, and tossed it directly inside like a small snack.
It was a bit like liquor-filled chocolates, except the chocolate was replaced by a wooden barrel.
Although the amount was pitifully small for her, the taste was indeed good.
Thanks to this, Jonavili narrowed her draconic eyes with pleasure.
Gris, on the other hand, lay on the ground without any burden, sweeping through the food like a whirlwind as if he were afraid someone would steal it from him.
He couldn't help it; he wanted to put on an act too, but he could already imagine that if he really tried to eat elegantly, his big sister would definitely make fun of him again.
"Hey, what was your name again?"
Saisa wasn't the type of dragon who could comfortably accept being served, so she picked up the food herself and slowly put it into her draconic snout.
Hearing Jonavili's words, Saisa's claw stopped mid-air.
"Saisa. Just calling me Saisa is fine."
"Oh~ Saisa? That's a nice name. As for me, just call me Jonavili."
Saisa smiled slightly.
"I know you, because Gris is always mentioning you and Furiel to me."
"Oh~ is that so?"
Jonavili glanced at Gris. Gris froze, and after lifting his dragon head to meet Jonavili's gaze, he gave a sheepish smile and quickly looked away, busy eating.
"The brat was probably bad-mouthing me, wasn't he?"
"Haha, there were good parts too."
Jonavili's dragon tail swept over, pinning Gris's head down and stroking it occasionally, just like petting a small kitten.
Gris was essentially sitting on pins and needles, his movements very stiff, for fear that Jonavili might suddenly hit him on a whim.
"This sworn brother of mine is good in every way, his only flaw is that he's a bit too silly and foolish."
Gris's mouth twitched, thinking to himself that they were two of a kind; how could this white idiot talk about him?
As if sensing Gris's internal complaints, the white tail patted Gris's dragon head. Gris immediately became well-behaved and focused on eating.
Saisa shook her head slightly, her tone revealing a hint of tenderness amidst its coolness.
"He might be a bit silly, but... he's actually okay."
Not only Jonavili, but even Gris was stunned.
One must know that for a metallic dragon, they usually described chromatic dragons as being as bad as possible. Now hearing Saisa's evaluation, she actually said Gris was okay?
Gris's heart bloomed with joy, and he ate even more vigorously. Jonavili looked at Saisa, then at Gris, her eyes revealing gossip and a hint of expectation.
The relationship between these two wasn't ordinary.
On the other hand, Saisa felt a wave of shyness after realizing what she had just said. She hurried to lower her dragon head and eat quietly to ease the embarrassment.
"Hahaha~ You're right. This silly boy actually has a good side."
Jonavili's words piqued Saisa's interest. She stole a glance at Gris, only to meet his peeking gaze.
The two dragons quickly looked away, leaving only Saisa looking at Jonavili with a bit of embarrassment.
"How so?"
Jonavili sat up, her right claw rubbing her chin, causing a few sparks to fly as she took a thinking pose.
"Emmm... for example, his invincible diamond black butt, and his terrible card-playing skills, or how he acts like a rascal when he can't win..."
"Big Sis!"
This time, Gris could no longer eat in peace. After all, what dragon could remain calm while their dark history was being brought up?
"Just eat your food. What's with all the shouting? Are you trying to choke yourself to death?"
Jonavili's tail patted the top of Gris's head, pushing him back down.
Gris looked depressed, staring at Jonavili indignantly, but after meeting Jonavili's majestic vertical pupils, he still turned his grief into appetite and began to feast.
Seeing the two siblings like this, Saisa extended her dragon tail and covered her mouth with a light laugh.
"Hahahahaha~"
Just like that, Jonavili and Saisa chatted occasionally while eating. Gris would fly into a rage from time to time or act as timid as a quail. The overall atmosphere was quite cheerful.
...
"Come, Saisa, finish this barrel of wine."
"No... I... I can't drink anymore. My head is spinning."
Saisa shook her dragon head, her eyes a bit unfocused.
Jonavili didn't care and placed a claw on her shoulder, an action that made the tipsy Gris grit his teeth.
"Big Sis! What... what are you doing?!"
"Get lost... by the thunder!"
Seeing Gris about to pull her away, Jonavili pushed him aside.
Then she said to Saisa with a grin.
"Come! Drink! We're... all buddies. Why... are you acting... like a stranger?"
"I'm... I'm not acting like a stranger. I really, really can't drink anymore."
"What do you mean you can or can't drink? Are you not going to acknowledge me as your Big Boss?"
"I... I..." Saisa wanted to say something more, but she was force-fed by the drunk Jonavili.
"How is it? Refreshing, right?!"
Saisa felt her head spinning even more and waved her claws.
"No... no more drinking."
"Don't be such... a drag. Come, eat a piece of frozen meat. It's really fragrant."
Jonavili casually picked up a piece of raw meat and hit it with a small Frost Breath. It instantly turned into an ice sculpture and was sent into Saisa's mouth.
Saisa immediately shivered.
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