Chapter 81 - 79: Sunshade
Outside the Silver Fortress, the Century Aroma Flower Field.
After bidding a temporary farewell to the Duke of Silver, the lord of this place, David followed—or rather, was eagerly led by the Silver Dragon Priest—to the castle’s outer Century Aroma Flower Field.
Although the other party was also a Silver Dragon, David took precautions. He wanted to prevent any unspeakable ill intentions or his disguise being seen through. At David’s signal, his entourage, led by Rosinde the Barbarian and composed of two Drow, a Winter Wolf, and Ahmed’s seemingly lifeless subordinates, trailed far behind them.
This distance neither disrupted David’s cordial interaction with the ’High Elf Priest’ nor prevented his group from coming to his aid at a moment’s notice should an emergency arise.
Among them, however, only Rosinde, the Barbarian without much worldly experience, remained in the dark.
He still believed that his Red Dragon master had fallen head over heels for this bubbly, beautiful ’Priestess’ in the Hall of Justice. It was love at first sight, just like how he had fallen for Mona back in the day.
At the same time, he felt a touch of regret and worry. He was concerned that if the other party, a Priest from the Hall of Justice, discovered his master was a Red Dragon, she would become heartbroken and blame his master for the deception regarding his identity.
Yet the two Drow behind them, who clearly knew the truth, seemed even more excited by this.
In the eyes of the Drow, what was there to see in normal interactions between the opposite sexes? It was merely for the purpose of breeding and procreation. This twisted aesthetic of the Drow was precisely why so many male Drow in Spider Nest City were forced to pair up and perform feigned affairs of steel and passion. Not only did they have to satisfy the sexual exploitation of the Matriarch and other Drow, but they also had to endure the discomfort and pretend to be gay. Otherwise, they would be relegated to the likes of mine-slaves or battlefield fodder, deemed as having no other special value and ready to be deployed at any time—a truly wretched existence.
Little did they know, at this very moment, their master was facing both psychological and physical discomfort. He had failed several times to pull his paw away. Taking a deep breath, David said, "Ahem... Priest Attilicia, there’s no one else here now. Could you please let go of my paw?"