Chapter 2_The Weather in the Capital Today: Dragon

"..."

Lister had heard many rumors about her, of course, most of them were negative.

But he was not panicked, nor was he afraid.

Because he had a fairly good relationship with the overwhelming dragon woman in front of him.

After all, the charge of "colluding with foreign races" was not entirely unfounded. Lister did have contact with the monsters in the south, including but not limited to material exchange, medical assistance, and even a few correspondences with this very person.

But being pen pals was one thing, meeting in person was another.

So Lister silently moved his butt ten centimeters away.

"Pfft..."

Seeing Lister's reaction, Priscilla chuckled.

Her face was absolutely stunning, but her sharp and cold features always gave a sense of cruelty... Now that she was smiling, it made that bloody taste a little less.

"Are you afraid, or are you shy?"

"A bit of both, I guess."

Lister didn't let his guard down because of the smile, but instead moved a little further away.

But Priscilla gave him a playful smile, sitting down next to him on the ground without minding.

"Did you really mean it when you said you'd choose monster girls?"

"...I wonder if the Demon Lord has condescended to come here to have a heart to heart with me in prison."

Lister didn't answer Priscilla's question, but spoke in an official tone with a straight face.

But Priscilla didn't mind his wary attitude, instead, she leaned in closer and poked Lister's face.

"As expected of the mastermind who single handedly helped that incompetent woman Aurola to the throne, you still have the energy to joke around at this point."

"You flatter me, I think it's more humanistic for the Demon Lord who eats three meals of children every day to be down to earth enough to chat with a dying man in a prison."

"Tsk, a little teasing and you're already upset?"

Although well hidden, Priscilla still noticed the gloom that flashed in Lister's eyes when the name Aurola was mentioned.

Priscilla stood up and stretched her supple waist. Lister's heart and eyes were askew, silently chanting not to notice whether there were scales under the armpits of this public enemy of humanity.

But...

'She smells really good...'

'You're the Demon Lord, why do you smell so good?'

Lister would rather believe his nose was malfunctioning than believe that the female Demon Lord next to him, who could wipe out an army with a flap of her wings, could have the strong fragrance he could only smell on the socialites in the capital.

It was the one he made and sold himself, he couldn't be mistaken.

"Sigh, alright, I don't have much time either, let me get to the point with you."

Priscilla said in a lighthearted tone, while slowly squatting down, cupping Lister's face with both hands, and staring into his eyes with her burning dark vertical pupils.

"What are you still waiting for here, waiting to die?"

"I don't know, maybe waiting for a female Demon Lord to save me?"

"You know it yourself, Aurola has abandoned you. What are you still hoping for?"

"...So what does this have to do with the Demon Lord? We only have a very shallow cooperative relationship; I don't think I can be valued by you to such an extent."

"Of course it matters."

Priscilla smiled and pressed the blunt end of her dragon horn against Lister's forehead.

"Because I want you, but I'm different from Aurola."

"What Aurola has given you, I can give. What she can't give you, I can also give."

"Didn't you want to choose monster girls? In the Demon Capital, there are all kinds of monster girls, you can pick whatever you like."

"Then, are there fluffy and warm ones?"

"...I think the ones with hard scales and slender, elegant physiques are not bad either."

"Ahem, I digress."

"Anyway, I understand you better than you think. As long as you come with me to the Demon Capital, I will satisfy your everything within my power. As long as you promise me one thing..."

"I know."

Lister picked up where Priscilla left off, smiling back at her.

"You want me, right?"

Although she said she was different from Aurola, in fact it was the same.

All the smiles and warmth were actually clear transactions.

Wanting his abilities, wanting his unique methods and means... just don't know if she will also kick him away when he's no longer needed.

But it doesn't matter, working anywhere is still working. It can't be worse than now, right?

"Quick to understand. So, you agree?"

"Mm. I'll go with you."

'And come on, it's fluffy monster girls'

'I can't refuse.'

Hearing Lister's answer, Priscilla smiled happily.

That smile was as bright as a flower, leaving Lister a little stunned.

He never thought that such a pure and beautiful smile like a young girl's could appear on the face of the Demon Lord in front of him, who was crowned with all kinds of evil names.

"It's a deal. You can't go back on your word. Of course I won't give you a chance to go back on it either~"

Every word Priscilla said afterwards was filled with hard to hide laughter, making Lister a little surprised.

'This Demon Lord... is so diligent and enterprising?'

'Why is she as happy about discovering a talent as if she found a husband?'

"Come, get ready..."

"Ready for what?"

Lister didn't even have time to comment on why Priscilla naturally held his hand, when he saw black wings starting to spread behind her, and her whole body starting to emit a faint glow.

"No, wait..."

Lister sensed something, but it was too late to stop it.

"Can't we just teleport? Ahhhhhhhh."

At this moment, Lister suddenly realized.

In this world, it's not just princesses who are carried away by dragons.

"Awooooo!"

The rousing dragon roar resounded through the nine heavens, piercing the sky and earth.

The huge black shadow flew from the underground of Astaria branch church in White River Town towards the sky as if it were going to break through the world.

The raging wind swept up the debris of the shattered church, and the terrifying dragon roar that was mixed in made people deeply engrave this apocalyptic scene in their hearts.

The huge shadow circled in the sky.

Sharp claws, fierce giant horns.

It was the ominous shadow sweeping across the sky.

It quickly turned in the sky of Saint Viliana, let out a long roar towards the capital of Saint Viliana, and flew towards the southern monster territory.

...

Owen, who witnessed this scene, despaired.

Because the priest was closely related to the church, without that church, he had lost everything.

And the dark elf spy who had been lurking in the prison waiting for an opportunity, despaired.

Because she had just received the queen's order to come here and secretly rescue the imprisoned Lister.

But look now, what is that in the sky?

'Dragon, dark dragon, the Sinful Dragon Demon Lord, Priscilla.'

'Man, a man, the queen's shadow, Lord Lister.'

'Damn, what the hell is this?'

She couldn't figure out why a human being imprisoned would be fucking rescued by the Demon Lord.

Not to mention the jailbreak, she made such a big fuss, as if she wanted the whole world to know it was her who did it.

Those in the know understood it was a jailbreak, those who didn't know might think it was a wedding snatch.

Especially that last roar at the capital... At the time it just felt shocking, but thinking back on it now, the spy felt it sounded wrong no matter how she heard it.

That was just a normal roar, absolutely no provocation, showing off, or mockery...

Right?

'No, rather than worrying about this, I should be more worried about...How to explain this to that female tyrant'

'Lie...?'

'No no, then I estimate I would die even more miserably than that church.'

'Tell the truth?'

'Let's not talk about whether she believes it or not for now, but it should at least leave me a whole corpse...'

Thinking of this, the dark elf felt bitter again.

'Catching a mortal actually brought the heavyweight Magitech Nun, otherwise, I would have rescued him before he was caught, and after the Magitech Nun was the even more heavyweight Demon Lord...'

'I'm just an ordinary scout, why am I suffering like this!'

The dark elf began to pack her things, planning to rush back to the imperial capital as quickly as possible.

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