CHAPTER 36: 36 CAN YOU LET ME...

Location: [Dungeon], [Candle], [Shackles], [Monastery]...

Type: [Coercion], [Imprisonment], [Alien Race], [Forbidden]...

In such obviously ominous scenes described by these keywords, the [Woman] and [Boy] look at each other, then slowly approach in the flickering light and shadow.

Snap.

The woman grabbed the boy’s... collar and asked in a low voice, "...What do you want to do?"

"Do what? Didn’t I already say? I’m here to sleep with you... What, not welcome?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Afraid the night’s too dark, afraid you’re too lonely, so I came at midnight to keep you company, how’s that? Am I good or what?"

To this, the boy, held tightly by the collar, shrugged his shoulders innocently, indicating he was just the Prison Warden here for night-time prison guard duty.

Mainly providing three types of companionship!

Accompany eating, accompany drinking, accompany chatting.

As for accompanying sleeping, that would be a different price altogether.

Of course.

No one would believe the nonsense Herbert casually spewed—including Herbert himself, who didn’t think such words could fool Miss Hungry Dragon.

"Uh-huh?"

Valentina squinted her eyes and made a sound, releasing her grip and letting go of the shameless Paladin.

She leaned against the railing, cautiously watching the laid-back white-haired boy who slid against the railing, looking him up and down.

She wasn’t particularly smart, but as an outcast dragon abandoned early by her parents, surviving this long naturally required her own methods.

Just tough luck—cough!

That was wrong.

Valentina relied entirely on her innate ability embedded in her blood that allowed her to avoid danger and seek fortune!

Run when there’s deadly danger, approach when there’s none.

The rule she followed was "if you can’t kill me, then I’ll kill you!" a brutally clear-cut principle.

However, this instinct wasn’t foolproof and had times when it failed.

For example, when she first encountered the Mist Archbishop, Valentina indeed didn’t sense any deadly threat.

She thought it was just some old man commonly seen around. After a few failed attempts to chase him away, an angry Valentina considered using her Dragon Breath to roast him into a dead old man.

And then... she got beat up.

At the face of true strength, Valentina had zero power to retaliate and was reduced to nothing more than a punching bag.

Still, it’s hard to say Valentina’s intuition failed her—because, after all, she didn’t die in the end.

The Mist Archbishop had no murderous intent, and Valentina only suffered injuries, bruises and fractures, that weren’t unable to heal.

Poor Miss Hungry Dragon was tossed into an Alien Race prison to be an old guard at the door after getting beaten.

No matter how the events transpired, how accurate would you say her intuition was?

Just ask yourself if you’re still alive?

Alive.

But sometimes, being alive feels worse than being dead!

Confined in an Alien Race prison, it felt impossible to die even if she wanted to; even eating wasn’t an option.

The only things left to do were sleep and excavate her own abilities.

Though Valentina appeared to be languishing in that gloomy prison cell, she was constantly strengthening her abilities.

On one hand, to avoid making mistakes in the future, on the other hand, there really wasn’t anything else to occupy herself with.

The day Valentina initiated a conversation with Herbert was due to her having a peculiar premonition at that time—if she spoke with him at that moment, maybe she would find a new opportunity.

And now... Miss Hungry Dragon sensed a whiff of lies from Herbert!

Something’s not right, it’s definitely a scheme.

This guy must be hiding something from me!

"So, what’s the truth? What exactly do you want to say to me?"

Valentina fixed Herbert with a fierce glare, refusing to back down even when he turned his head back to look at her.

Hah!

You must spill the truth to me today!

Seeing her persistence, Herbert knew he couldn’t keep up the charade, so he sighed reluctantly and shook his head, "Tsk... That’s why I hate perceptive little brats."

"Alright, since you insist on being this way, I’ll tell you."

He reassured her again with a serious expression:

"For the record, this is what you forced me to say, don’t blame me later."

"I was planning to mention it when the atmosphere got a bit better..."

Hmm?

Seeing his demeanor, an unsettling premonition suddenly arose in Valentina’s heart.

No... no, wait!

No waiting~

Herbert turned around, grabbing Valentina’s withdrawing hand.

!!?

"Valentina, ever since the day we met, there’s been something I wanted to tell you..."

The handsome boy gazed deeply with his light gray eyes, a hint of embarrassment flickering before it all turned to resolve.

"I’m not sure if this request will offend you, but I really don’t want to endure like this alone anymore."

Valentina: ???

You, what do you want to do?

At that moment, Valentina still had the strength to yank her hand back forcibly, but doing so would inevitably hurt Herbert, which gave her a moment’s hesitation.

But she didn’t know.

In a confrontation between experts, that split-second hesitation spelled defeat—

Herbert took a deep breath, firmly gripping Valentina’s delicate hand, preventing her escape, and spoke earnestly:

"Though it might be a bit inappropriate, I sincerely hope you can agree to this slightly overstepping request."

"You..."

In that moment, time seemed to slow down in Valentina’s eyes; she could clearly hear the powerful beat within her chest cavity.

Thump thump!

Having spent her life alone, never getting close to the opposite sex, Valentina was at a loss for this scene unfolding before her.

She looked into those enchanting eyes, felt the warmth coming from his palm, not to mention that alluring scent from him that enticed her, and the entire dragon was left in a state of bewilderment.

"Uh, uh uh, you, uh..."

Forget answering, her mind went blank; that intuition honed after hundreds of years completely useless in that instant.

What did he want to say?

Was he confessing his love to me?

Ugh!

Should I accept him?

We seem to not be that familiar yet?

Probably not, right!?

I, I, I... No way!

Although the situation was somewhat special, although Valentina’s brain wasn’t particularly sharp, although the other party was indeed good-looking!

But she knew better than to be so naive, falling for sweet-talk and handing over her body.

She really wasn’t that dumb.

After all, their emotional foundation was too weak.

Just as Valentina had resolved to reject Herbert, she heard the latter half of his words:

"Can you let me... touch your tail?"

He finally said it, gotta reject him fast!

"Well, although you are good-looking and smell nice, we can’t just—huh?"

Huh?

Huh!!?