Chapter 639: Level 15 Villainess and Level 10 Knight
On one hand, Theresa indeed didn’t understand much about that ancient human ruin and needed a guide to assist, on the other hand, whether it was status, strength, or knowledge, Charlotte was very suitable to be a partner and supervisor.
Regardless of how Theresa currently behaved, or whether she was truly a naive girl obsessed with magic research, she was ultimately a giant dragon, an intelligent species that had severed ties with humanity for thousands of years; as the Empire’s Regent, it was necessary for Astrid to leave some leeway.
Hearing this, Theresa nodded slightly, thanked Astrid for her kindness again, and then asked the most critical question.
"Then approximately when can I go to the space ripple outbreak site to conduct research?"
This was her main objective; others like researching human magic or participating in the Magic Device Exhibition could only be considered unexpected surprises.
"The day after tomorrow, allow me to first report to the Empire’s Empress and the relevant researchers." Astrid gently tilted her pretty face, her smooth silver hair falling naturally.
"For these two days, I may have to temporarily wrong Miss Theresa to continue staying at the Traveler’s Inn."
Theresa had a special status; Astrid reporting to the Empress was false, while letting the Imperial Capital side make preparations was true.
After all, in a certain sense, this counted as a diplomatic visit.
Hearing this, Theresa nodded to show understanding and spoke softly.
"Miss Astrid’s enthusiastic help will be engraved in Theresa’s heart."
If their identities were swapped, and it was Astrid as a human coming to Dragon territory, Theresa did not believe this silver-haired girl could receive the honorable guest treatment mentioned by the extraordinarily high-status Imperial Capital noble before her like she did today, the Dragon race despised all species other than themselves with equal treatment, and even maintained extreme arrogance toward their closest sub-branches.
Looking at Theresa’s gaze full of gratitude, Astrid raised the corners of her lips slightly, her crossed legs close to the seat, the hollow metal shoe body just revealing a beautifully curved dark chocolate arch, light lingering around it, making the night-sky black stocking appear a bit more hazy and soft, complementing the woman’s slender calves.
"You’re welcome, the Valeria Empire has always been a prosperous and inclusive nation." Astrid spoke softly,
"When Miss Theresa comes to the Magic Device Exhibition, you will know; you are not the only guest from another intelligent species."
Some hybrids from the Pan-Human Alliance would also participate in the exhibition; by then, Theresa would absolutely not feel particularly lonely or out of place.
"Are there other intelligent species?"
"Naturally, when Miss Theresa flew over the eastern coastline, you should have seen the Pan-Human Alliance further south."
"This is an alliance nation composed of humans, merfolk, sea flood dragons, elemental beings, and various hybrids, with a relatively loose system; each region and each race has its own characteristics, possessing racial cultures that are both mutually integrated and partially independent."
Astrid explained to Theresa in a soft voice, trying her best to satisfy this scholar’s vigorous thirst for knowledge; fifteen minutes passed, and feeling it was about time to wrap up, she continued to speak.
"To prevent Miss Theresa from being too bored, these few days I will have the maids bring some books... if there are any obscure words that are difficult to understand, Miss Theresa is also welcome to consult at any time..."
"In addition, the Valeria Empire has a weekly publication that records many human customs and fictional stories; I will also have the maids bring them along, and I believe Miss Theresa should like them."
Hearing Astrid’s words, moved by the other’s enthusiasm once again, Theresa looked at the person’s face before her, as well as the silver long hair falling and spread between the layered skirt hem and black stocking thighs, and spoke after a moment.
"Okay... Miss Astrid..."
"By the way, I heard from Lyra that Miss Astrid can also speak Dragon language?"
Hearing this, Astrid quietly looked at Theresa, thought for a few seconds, and her pink lips parted.
[Nice to meet you, noble blue dragon, beautiful Miss Theresa]
Being praised as beautiful by the silver-haired beauty before her, Theresa was slightly stunned, but she was, after all, a dragon who had lived for decades and would not easily reveal her emotions like Lyra; she just toyed with her hair, her tone low and soft.
[I am also very happy to meet you, great Empire Regent, Miss Astrid Calliste]
[Your moving figure makes it hard for me to forget]
Lyra on the other hand couldn’t understand the Dragon language and could only roughly guess some things by looking at Theresa and Astrid’s expressions and tone.
It should be... words of mutual praise?
Quietly leaning towards Astrid, considering that there were others present, Lyra could only tightly close her legs, and her other hand held by Astrid and placed on the soft black stocking thigh remained still, unlike when they were alone daily where Lyra could gently touch with her fingertips, watching the smooth skin wrapped in black stocking slightly sink with force and then elastically return to its original state.
Chatting in Dragon language for a few more sentences and feeling that the human princess before her had become more approachable, Theresa moistened her lips and spoke in a warm voice.
"If possible, Miss Astrid doesn’t need to call me ’Miss Theresa’ anymore."
"Just call me Theresa."
Hearing that Theresa had thrown out an olive branch named friendship to her, a gleam appeared in Astrid’s red pupils, and she responded gently.
"The same goes for Theresa, no need for additional titles."
"Being able to become friends with a dragon, Astrid Calliste is deeply honored."
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After finishing lunch with Theresa, at two o’clock in the afternoon, Astrid and Lyra returned to the Imperial Capital and told Amalia about the meeting with the Blue Dragon.
Listening to her sister’s meaning, the possibility that Theresa held goodwill was relatively high, but a trace of suspicion still had to be kept; before the matter truly ended, the necessary preventive work had to be done properly.
"I will have Mr. Trin and Dean Anthony be ready at any time."
Amalia naturally understood Astrid’s considerations and immediately asked someone to arrange things.
"It just so happens that the Magic Device Exhibition is near, so the Imperial Guard can openly construct a no-fly barrier."
With such a condition, Theresa would not feel that this arrangement was targeted at her, effectively avoiding possible rifts.
Becoming more and more satisfied with her younger sister’s performance, Astrid gently rubbed the girl’s head; the latter narrowed her eyes and conveniently took off the crown on her head to let her sister rub it more comfortably.
If it were anyone else, seeing the Empire Empress behave so obediently in front of the Regent Princess Palace, like a blonde cat longing for its master’s affection, they would probably suspect they were in a dream rather than reality.
Finally asking her sister for a kiss, Amalia adjusted the position of her pantyhose waistline, smoothing out the wrinkled white stocking, and got up from Astrid’s legs.
After seeing Amalia off, only the other lover remained in the room, Lyra, still wearing the white shirt and pink pleated skirt from the day, youthful and beautiful.
Looking at Astrid sitting on the bed, Lyra walked over quietly, fluttered her eyelashes a few times, and actively reached out her arms.
There was no prelude, nor were any words spoken, she just really wanted a hug.
Seeing this, Astrid blinked and also reached out, hugging Lyra fully, then heard the other speak leaning against her ear.
"Astrid, do you have nothing else to do later?"
If not, she wanted to stay with the other for a while longer.
Having not seen each other for so long, it was hard not to miss her.
"No."
Astrid responded softly, watching Lyra’s slippers kicked off by the bed, her two ice cream-like white stocking tender feet white with a hint of pink, swaying lightly in mid-air, like smooth snow-white moons.
"If I had to say, the only thing right now is to be intimate with my little knight."
One hand hugged Lyra’s slender waist, the other hand slid along the skirt hem over the perky white stocking, and when the girl felt a tickle and shivered, it moved downward.
"Lyra... is super cute..."
Just a simple sentence dissolved the jealousy Lyra had not yet brewed; the pink-haired girl blushed, her eyes seemed to have confused vertical lines, and her head puffed with heat, just a bit short of turning into a steam engine.
"Astrid... what strange things are you saying ﹏."
She praised me as cute, she praised me as cute, she praised me as cute.
The next second, Lyra realized something, her cheeks turned even redder, and she spoke softly while lying on Astrid’s shoulder.
"Mmm... it’s a bit ticklish..."
Feeling the fragrant and soft body moving slightly in her arms, making the rustling sound of skirt fabric rubbing, and even the raised black skirt placket undergoing slight deformation, Astrid took off the dark blue brooch on her chest, letting them lean closer together.
"Is it very ticklish?"
"...Of course!"
You would know if you tried.
Although it couldn’t compare to her waist, being lightly poked with fingertips so lightly and slowly, even through a layer of thick white stocking, Lyra still couldn’t stand it.
Opening her pink lips, revealing her cute little canine teeth, Lyra gently bit Astrid’s fragrant shoulder, as if venting dissatisfaction, or perhaps just flirting.
Astrid let out a soft hum, not knowing whether she chose to let Lyra off or wanted to torture her in another way; her right hand holding the slender waist to fix the body didn’t move, while her left hand moved down, sliding over the girl’s white stocking snow legs which were quite tight from frequent exercise.
Out of some mischievous interest, Astrid loved seeing Lyra be extremely shy yet choose to endure it in front of her, finally unconsciously reacting through weak body movements.
For example, the earlobes red with heat, the long legs clamping her waist, and right now, the small toes stretching the reinforced white stocking sock tips.
Lyra in this state made people want to bully her even more.
The windows were closed, the silencing barrier was opened, and the warm fire element crystal stones reduced continuous heating.
The level 15 villainess princess, once again through her words and deeds, made Lyra, who had barely touched the level 10 level line, gain a huge wave of experience points.
Presumably, before long, someone’s level should catch up just like the Empire Empress Amalia, imperceptibly.
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At night, Amalia specially prepared a sumptuous banquet in the palace restaurant to celebrate the return of the Empire’s barrier and to welcome Lyra back.
Although Amalia felt a little lost that Lyra’s return would inevitably occupy more of her sister’s time, after all, she had now signed an agreement with Lyra, and before that, she had indeed relied on the other to visit her family and monopolized her sister for a long time; even if she was greedy, she shouldn’t ask too much.
The next step... should be to try to let her sister accept her and Lyra serve her simultaneously...
In this way, they would both have more time to spend with their sister.
Unaware of Amalia’s thoughts, during the night meal, Astrid, she, and Charlotte talked most about topics related to Theresa.
The former needed to coordinate the overall situation and build momentum for the exhibition, while the latter was the researcher who would directly cooperate with Theresa next, and some words had to be made clear in advance.
By the time Astrid had deconstructed the afternoon’s conversation in detail, the dinner was almost finished.
"I understand your meaning, Little Astr."
As the leader of the reformists, Charlotte was very good at accepting new things, and facing the addition of the blue dragon Theresa, she also maintained a positive attitude that with one more dragon, there would be one more line of research thinking.
Hearing this, Astrid nodded and spoke softly.
"Sorry to trouble you, Lady Charlotte."
After all, Theresa was a dragon, and her individual combat ability would certainly not be worse than Charlotte’s; Astrid specifically instructed the other party to keep an extra mind out even during research.
After dinner, the group returned to the sleeping palace and walked into their respective rooms.
Lyra followed Astrid’s footsteps, watching the latter bend down to take off her high heels, her two black stocking small feet stepping on the soft carpet, and she also took off her small leather shoes and followed slowly.
Tonight belonged to her and Astrid.
Having taken a shower early, Lyra lay on the soft bed, thinking about what to chat with Astrid at night.
Although they had already talked a lot during the day, facing the person she liked, the topics she wanted to share were always endless.
After a while, Astrid, overflowing with the scent of body wash, lay in the quilt, and Lyra took the opportunity to clamp her legs, like an enthusiastic pink-haired puppy, her cheek pressed against Astrid’s white and tender arm outside the spaghetti strap nightgown.
"Astrid~"
"Hmm?"
Feeling Lyra’s enthusiasm, Astrid blinked and asked her softly.
"Want it again?"
The clothes she commissioned the Royal Tailor Shop to make would take a while longer to get.
"???"
We only did it this afternoon and now she wants it again; does Lyra seem like some vigorous little pervert in Astrid’s eyes?
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