Chapter 284: Chapter 280: Fabricating Charges
It’s no wonder Cecilia was so anxious. Heaven knows how long she had waited, enduring decades to watch him grow from a young dragon to a youth dragon.
Although Tassera t Leon first, it didn’t an she had already won. Coming early didn’t matter as much as coming at the right ti. Who would triumph in the end was still uncertain—it all depended on who could help Leon lay eggs first. Strange as it might sound, Leon’s mindset leaned more toward that of humans, placing great importance on continuing his lineage.
In this situation, since Leon hadn’t yet entered his youth stage, Cecilia wasn’t in a rush at all.
But as Leon stepped into adolescence, maturing gradually, Cecilia knew that although she’d have to wait until mid-youth for Leon to beco fertile, she couldn’t delay her preparations any longer. Otherwise, she’d never catch up to Tassera’s pace and might even fall hopelessly behind her.
Tassera wouldn’t lend a hand, and Anglistra was simply too greedy. The only one left was Salovis, who wasn’t in the habit of using her brain. However, with a hefty reward as incentive, Salovis could beco quite clever. For this, Cecilia was willing to spend, even up to a thousand Gold Coins.
anwhile, Leon was blissfully unaware that he was being sched against, mainly because Salovis usually acted so naïve that he never suspected a thing.
After all, Leon spent ten minutes thinking things through and realized he really couldn’t manage without Cecilia. Whether it was the Volcanic Island or Watchtower Port, he depended on her help for administration. Otherwise, he’d be the one doing all the heavy lifting—ntally and physically. He had to hold onto Cecilia tightly.
As for Cecilia being a Green Dragon with her own deep sches, Leon figured that with his current strength, such trivialities didn’t matter. In the face of absolute power, all tricks and sches were aningless. And as for “biting the hand that feeds you,” like Salovis often teasingly said, Leon reasoned that he had given enough already; it was Cecilia who now owed him.
“Tassera, Cecilia…”
Leon honestly still preferred Tassera’s type—ample bust, slender waist, and long legs—but that didn’t an he didn’t have a fondness for Cecilia. Flat chests had their own sort of charm too.
Leon didn’t hesitate. He decided that the next ti Cecilia made a move, he wouldn’t resist. Instead, he’d go along with the flow.
And then, the two, each with their own hidden agendas, t the next morning.
At the ti, Leon was lying on the sofa in the living room, reading a book. Cecilia ca in, holding a stack of docunts. She set them down on the coffee table and said, “These are all the docunts that require the master’s signature and stamp.”
One had to admit that Leon had been getting lazier and lazier lately. But no matter how lazy, he still knew to prioritize tasks. He stirred, sat up, and grabbed the docunts, beginning to go through them.
As Leon browsed the docunts, Cecilia patiently added comnts from the side, talking about how Watchtower Port’s population was growing. With more humans ca more ssy creatures—Gray Dwarves and Drow had even started showing up. Conflicts had increased, public safety had deteriorated, and the problem of chaotic, illegal construction was severe. Ramshackle buildings on the verge of collapse could be seen everywhere…
Leon listened attentively at first, but then Salovis’s earlier words ca to mind. His gaze shifted to Cecilia, and he couldn’t look away.
The girl sat in a chair by the side, bathed in the morning sunlight. Her smooth, short hair glead faintly, her face delicate, her features exquisite. Her bright eyes sparkled like gemstones, and her thin lips carried an air of cunning. She was indeed very beautiful, full of allure.
“A good mory is no match for a bad pen,” as they say, and everything Cecilia ntioned was detailed in the docunts she had brought along.
Leon watched as Cecilia bent slightly over the table, her elegant brows furrowed as she read. His gaze involuntarily drifted toward the loose opening of her shirt, stopping frustratingly just at the crucial part, leaving him to imagine the rest… Cecilia might not have much of a chest, but it wasn’t entirely flat. There were modest, small hills.
Feeling he might have been too obvious, Leon slapped his thigh and stood up abruptly.
“What is it, master? Is there a problem?” Cecilia asked.
“No, nothing. Keep talking,” Leon said, stretching his arms. “I’ve just been sitting for too long and needed to get up and move a bit.”
“Oh…” Cecilia didn’t think much of it. “Now, where was I? Right, Watchtower Port needs to be expanded; otherwise, it’s going to beco too crowded.”
Cecilia continued talking as Leon, holding the docunts, started pacing around the living room. Walking behind Cecilia, he noticed the graceful curve of her neck, as if it were a carefully sketched drawing. The tips of her hair brushed lightly against her porcelain-like, fair skin, which glead with an almost ceramic smoothness in the sunlight.
And then, glancing further, Leon thought, though Cecilia’s chest wasn’t noteworthy, her legs left nothing to be desired. After all, the Green Dragons’ limbs were proportionally longer than other dragons’.
“I’m done talking,” Cecilia suddenly announced. “Master, how does it look?”
Leon snapped out of his thoughts and replied, “No issues.”
“If there’s no problem, please sign and stamp them,” Cecilia said. “That way, I can proceed with the follow-up tasks.”
“Alright.” Leon returned to his seat. He had already placed commonly used items into the small space within his Sleeve of the Universe. Now, he reached out and retrieved a feather quill. This particular quill was a magical item that didn’t require ink, and he used it to sign his na on Cecilia’s docunts.
Once his signature was done, he applied the magical seal handcrafted by Tassera.
Finally finishing the signatures and stamps, Leon handed the docunts back to Cecilia. Watching her gather them up and prepare to leave, Leon suddenly chuckled.
“Master, what’s so funny?” Cecilia turned back to look at him.
Leon was laughing at how hypocritical and petty he was. Despite his underlying impulses, he always maintained an air of decorum. If he were a typical Red Dragon, tempted by a small Mother Dragon, he wouldn’t hesitate to use force or at least openly express his interest. He said, “You’re my maid, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Cecilia replied. “I’ll always be my master’s most loyal maid.”
“Liar,” Leon sneered. “You sche against every day.”
“I don’t,” Cecilia raised her hand. “I swear I don’t. I could even vow it before the Dragon King.”
“You’re not content being a maid, always plotting to beco the mistress, aren’t you?” Leon’s eyes narrowed. “I should teach you a good lesson.”
Salovis, so capable? Cecilia froze montarily before quickly catching on, feigning panic as she shrieked, “You—what are you doing? Don’t co any closer! If you do, I’ll scream!”
“Scream all you want,” Leon said. “Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will co to save you.”
“No, no, I beg you, please don’t!” Cecilia retreated while shaking her head, tripping and falling to the ground with a disheveled appearance. Her shoulders slumped as she sat awkwardly, exuding a look of helpless vulnerability—with just a hint of provocation.
Leon couldn’t restrain himself anymore and lunged forward.
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