"Nice to meet you~"
"Boom!"
Her introduction instantly made Roel feel as if a meteor had crashed directly into his head.
If before, the revelation that this woman wasn't from the human race made him pale as a corpse, now, after learning that she was from the dragon race and even the leader of the black dragon clan, he felt like his soul was about to be dragged out.
In the world of Artaria, it is not only populated by humans and demons; various races are scattered throughout, each possessing unique strengths.
Much like the fantasy worlds depicted in existing novels, Artaria is inhabited by races including elves, dragons, monsters, and a diverse array of other fantastical beings.
Indeed, despite the multitude of races inhabiting this world, only five formidable races truly hold sway as the world's hegemony.
The human race, the demon race, the monster race, the elf race, and, finally, the dragon race!
It was evident that he was greatly astonished to find himself in the territory of the dragon race.
Furthermore, this woman asserted herself as the leader of the black dragon clan within the dragon race!
Nevertheless, disbelief lingered within him, and despite his current state of fear, he clung to the hope that this woman's words were mere falsehoods.
"Cough! Miss Freya, it's not that I doubt your words, but this joke isn't amusing, you know? The dragon race is renowned as a formidable and fearsome race. If you were jesting about being one of them, it could be exceedingly perilous if they were to discover it. Furthermore, claiming to be the leader of the black dragon race, known for its ferocity, adds an additional layer of risk." Roel promptly fabricated an excuse to disavow any leadership claims over the black dragon race.
Freya, upon hearing his words, was profoundly surprised and gazed at him in astonishment.
"Do you question my position as the leader of the black dragon clan within the dragon race?" Her tone, though chilly, revealed a hint of disbelief.
"Indeed! It's inconceivable that a woman of such beauty could be the leader of the black dragon race, let alone hail from it." Roel shook his head, offering a slight smile, as if embodying the skepticism of an ancient philosopher.
"I understand... So, my attractive appearance makes you question my affiliation with the dragon race?" Her tone remained calm, unnerving Roel for reasons he couldn't quite fathom.
"Miss—" Before he could utter another word, suddenly, two enormous and elongated jet-black horns emerged atop Freya's head.
Simultaneously, a thick black tail unfurled behind her hips.
Her once goddess-like appearance had undergone a profound transformation, leaving Roel frozen in place as he beheld the drastic change.
"How about now? Do you find it more believable?" Freya flashed a faint smile, her red eyes playfully locking onto the motionless Roel.
Observing his unresponsive state, a sense of amusement washed over her, and she gracefully seated herself on the edge of his bed.
"Why the silence? Does it seem more credible now?" She licked her enticing lips.
Clad in a black dress, her huge breasts proudly asserted themselves before Roel.
Unfortunately, Roel didn't even spare a glance at this captivating scene; his mind was now ensnared in a chaotic turmoil.
'(I'm done for... I'm as good as dead! Damn it! This woman is actually a dragon!? I thought I escaped the tiger's den, only to find myself thrown into the dragon's lair!)" Roel wanted to cry, but the tears refused to come.
Given the option between life and death, he would have chosen death in that very moment.
After all, what purpose would his survival serve if, in evading Julius, he merely found himself ensnared by another adversary?
The adversaries of the human race extended beyond the demon race to include the dragon race, with territories contiguous to those inhabited by humans.
In this war-ridden world, all races are embroiled in conflicts.
However, there was one formidable race that remained aloof from the interracial disputes—the elf race.
Given this, how could he find solace now?
Nevertheless, it was his keen sense of control that allowed him to regain composure and cast a glance at Freya, who observed him playfully.
"Cough! Hehehe... A mere slip of the tongue. Please don't take it to heart, and forgive me." Roel feigned a smile, his handsome face appearing pallid.
Witnessing this, Freya couldn't contain her amusement, bursting into laughter.
"Pfft! Why your pale face? Are you that frightened of me?" Freya chuckled, and the allure of her face elevated to a degree that momentarily left Roel spellbound.
"Ahem! How can I not be afraid? You're a member of the dragon race, and I belong to the human race." Roel conveyed his unease and responded without hesitation.
For some reason, despite the lingering fear due to Freya's identity, he gradually began to feel at ease.
Her non-threatening attitude, contrary to his expectations, emboldened him to speak in such a manner.
"I comprehend your concerns, but it appears there's a misunderstanding. If I intended to harm you, I wouldn't have suppressed the poison within your body; I could have easily left you unconscious in the forest," Freya replied gently, shaking her head.
There was no sign of the dominance, terror, and pressure that Roel had typically associated with the dragon race swirling in his mind.
Instead, there was only a beautiful and alluring smile adorning her perfectly crafted face.
Roel fell into a thoughtful silence, realizing the logical coherence in her words.
It seemed implausible that this woman would go to the lengths of saving him if she harbored any malicious intentions.
Even providing him with a room and this exceedingly comfortable environment.
Gradually, his caution and fear subsided significantly in Freya's presence.
"You're right..." He responded briefly, nodding in agreement with a sigh.
Freya smiled at Roel's demeanor, and a thought instantly crossed her mind.
"By the way, I've already shared my name; could you do the same?"
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