t say, when she howls at the full moon, she can turn into a dragon...

“The one about the full moon, that’s the legend about werewolves,” Solder couldn’t help but interject as the theories became more and more outrageous.

“They’ve long been exterminated by Enemy of the Wolves with the help of Immortal Hunters.”

The spy from the Secret Intelligence Department understood what the military advisor was trying to say, and stopped reciting from the report. He summarized, “All these are not credible.

“How this nickname came about is still a mystery.”

The officials started exchanging whispers again. Thales noticed Gilbert casting a quizzical look at Vicar General Stylia Nydis; the latter shook his head.

At that moment.

“What kind of girl is she?” a gravelly voice asked. The ministers stopped their discussions and turned towards the head of the long table.

The scar-faced man bowed towards the dark outline of the king. “According to our intel, when she was one, her parents...”

But he was immediately cut short, “Thales,” the king’s said slowly, making Thales shudder, “I’m asking you.”

There was a glint in Kirkirk Mann’s eyes. “That’s right. His Highness lived in Dragon Clouds City for six long years. He must know her well, they may even be friends...”

But the Chief of Finance suddenly recalled the situation where he was interrupted by the prince earlier.

Some pondering made him realize the cause. Kirkirk instantly turned pale, lowered his head and dared not go on.

‘What kind of girl is she?’

‘Is she the girl in the library with glasses and gleaming eyes, or the disheveled and quivering lass in Heroic Spirit Palace?

‘Is she the young lady that gritted her teeth and dragged herself forward in the ruins? Or the archduchess who issued a call for action with glowering eyes?’

In that instant, Thales was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

The Duke of Star Lake took a deep breath before looking towards the head of the long table, staring into those extraordinary eyes.

“That girl looks calm and gentle, harmless,” the prince said softly, “Even a little...dull, sometimes.

“But Little... Saroma?”

Recalling the scene when she refused to leave with him, Thales lowered his head and the corners of his mouth curved upwards subconsciously.

Gilbert frowned.

“She’s a real fighter.”

Done reminiscing, Thales looked up and uttered every word firmly, “Regardless of what she’s up against.

“Calamity, dragon, or...kings.”

Thales could hear the ministers whispering around him.

Until, at one end of the long table, the king said coldly, “Is that so.”

Thales paused: Gilbert nudged him with his elbow somewhat forcibly.

The second prince got the gist and coughed. “Ahem...I mean, she might be a tough enemy. Of course, she could also be a potential ally.”

Under the scrutinizing gazes of the entire table, Thales continued solemnly, “Fortunately, we have a good relationship... What I mean to say is, I’m on talking terms with her.”

The ministers looked at each other.

The king was silent for a while before asking, “Is there anything that can be used against her?”

Thales’ forehead twitched.

“There should be,” he replied while maintaining a poker face, “I’ll have a think when I get back.”

Thales could not see King Kessel’s face clearly, but the latter’s voice could steadily be heard, “She can be our ally?”

Thales’ eyes lit up.

“Of course.”

“She holds the real power in Dragon Clouds City, and isn’t just a puppet of her vassals?”

“Of course.”

“Have you ever slept with her?”

“Of course—”

‘Huh?’

Thales’ expression changed before the echo of his voice faded away. Reacting quickly, he hastily added, “—not.”

The long table fell silent.

Inexplicably, Thales’ face was burning from the gazes directed at him, their implications unknown.

Several seconds later, the king’s probing gaze was finally removed from him.

He merely left the youth with an odd nasal sound, “Hmmph.”

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