Mikha'el pursed her lips and sighed deeply to gather enough strength to say what she wanted.
"Master, can you make the other six sovereigns as human as you did to me?" Mikha'el stated sternly. Her eyes showed how serious she was.
Damon furrowed his brow. He could do such a thing, but the problem was that he needed to be stronger to get into rank 25.
"Hmm, that won't be a problem," Damon replied honestly while rubbing his chin. He thought about the idea, and he liked it since he might use them for his own advantage.
"Wah! Thank you, Master!" Mikha'el screamed loudly as she was grateful. She jumped over Damon, ignoring the fact that she was still naked.
"Wa-wait—" Damon yelled in shock, but it was too late.
Mikha'el lunged over Damon as she hugged him tight to show how pleased she was.
On the other hand, Damon's head submerged into Mikha'el's breasts and suffocated him. He wriggled his hands to stop Mikha'el, but she kept him tightly close.
"I-I'm d-dying!" Damon shouted in pain, but at the same time, he was blushing at how soft and jiggly Mikha'el's breasts were.
"I'm sorry, Master!" Mikha'el pushed Damon slightly to let him breathe. "I didn't know this… thing is harmful to you!" she added and grasped her breasts.
Damon looked away, but he couldn't help but glance. His expression changed from embarrassed to disappointed.
"Ah, you don't have a n1pple, but I guess a Dragon's body is different," Damon muttered and looked closely at Mikha'el.
"A n1pple? That colored two dots in a human body?" Mikha'el asked innocently and pointed at the center of her breasts.
"Yes, but it's better this way," Damon shrugged and wasn't even ashamed of looking over Mikha'el's body as she lacked important private parts.
"But Master, you don't have those… n1pples as well," Mikha'el stated while tilting her head and looking at Damon's body.
Damon raised an eyebrow. He hadn't paid attention to his body before, as it wasn't his in the first place. He lifted his shirt and looked; all he could see was the tattoo placed at the center.
"You're right. I guess we both are different and unique among the rest," Damon grinned and gave Mikha'el a thumbs up so she wouldn't feel bad.
"Thank you, Master! It's worth making a contract with you. I'm sure the others will like you too, as I did," Mikha'el said while clasping her hands together.
"Let's not think further ahead. For now, we must focus on how to earn pera," Damon stated while looking at his remaining money.
"The Pooka's head will bring us pera, but I don't know if it's enough," Mikha'el explained while thinking of a plan as well.
"We'll see when we sell them in the city," Damon replied with a sigh. He needed another plan to have another option, as he didn't want to live his new life in poverty.
Then, a thought struck Damon's mind. "Do you have a treasure in your lair, Mikha'el? I heard Dragons usually like gold and diamonds!" he exclaimed upon remembering the books he read before.
"Ah… I used to," Mikha'el's shoulder slumped in defeat. "Us Dragons gain additional strength if we're rich, but mine was raided by the Obsidian Order. I have nothing left in me. I'm sorry, Master," she added softly.
Damon nodded in understanding. He wasn't even surprised the Obsidian Order was behind Mikha'el being broke.
"It's alright. We can always earn," Damon smiled to show encouragement, but deep inside, he was crying and cursing the Obsidian Order.
Damon stared at Mikha'el. Even though her body was different, he still felt uncomfortable with her being naked. He grabbed the clothes he prepared for her and handed them.
"Wear this to look decent. It will be a problem if someone sees u without clothes," Damon looked away and waited for Mikha'el to finish.
"Okay!" Mikha'el followed the instructions and fixed herself. When she was done, she tugged Damon's clothes to signal that she had finished.
"Master, as I've heard earlier, this body isn't permanent yet. That means I'll go back as a Dragon?" Mikha'el asked in curiosity, touching her teal horns.
Damon glanced at the timer. He had the strong urge to tell Mikha'el that he needed to reach a certain rank to make the transformation permanent, but he dropped that idea.
'I don't want Mikha'el to think her Master is a weakling,' Damon thought. He gripped his fists together as he chose to face his battles alone.
"Ahah! Well, I don't want you to be overwhelmed with a new body. So I only cast a temporary one. If I deem you ready, then I'll make it permanent," Damon explained with a prideful voice at the lies he created, which made Mikha'el gasped in astonishment.
"I will work hard, Master!" Mikha'el exclaimed with twinkles in her eyes. It was a new life for her, and she was keen to know what journey she would face beside Damon.
"Aside from that. You want revenge, right?" Damon became serious. He wanted to get into that topic to know more details about it.
Mikha'el's smile vanished and was replaced by anger. "Yes, I want to seek revenge on the one who stole our home and power!" she gritted her teeth as her past memories surged back into her brain.
"I see," Damon nodded in understanding. He leaned back and chewed another roasted chicken while they stared at one another. He swallowed and pointed the stick toward Mikha'el.
"I desire to know the details if you're ready to talk about the past, but before that. I want to ask you if you're ready to do everything to get your revenge?" Damon asked to ensure there wouldn't be any problem in the future if Mikha'el reacted negatively to his plan.
"Yes! I'm willing to get my revenge done no matter how long it takes, Master," Mikha'el replied sternly. She placed her hand over her chest to show how genuine her words were.
A creepy smile appeared on Damon's lips. He leaned closer and grasped Mikha'el's hand, pressing it firmly. "Make sure to stick to your words, Mikha'el. You won't regret it," he stated as her eyes curved into a half-moon shape gaze.
"Y-yes," Mikha'el gulped uncomfortably while nodding her head in agreement but was a little concerned. She slightly moved her face away as she didn't like where it was going.